#eyelessjack

Heather & jack

The fog rolling off the dense woods clung to the frosted windowpanes of the old, abandoned cabin. Inside, the air smelled of metallic rust and damp earth.

​Eyeless Heather crouched in the corner of the rotting floorboards, her hollow, pitch-black eye sockets staring unblinkingly into the darkness. Long, matted strands of dark hair hung over her pale, scarred face. She tilted her head as a sharp scrape echoed outside—a heavy, dragging sound, like boots moving through brittle leaves.

​The floorboards near the doorway groaned.

​A tall figure stepped out of the shadows, draped in a worn blue hoodie that seemed damp with fresh, dark stains. The stranger wore a jagged, flesh-like mask, but the most unsettling part was the absence of eyes. In their place were only two deep, weeping black voids, leaking a thick, tar-like substance that slowly dripped down his chin.

​Eyeless Jack stopped. His head twitched upward, sniffing the air. The scent of copper and decay drew him in.

​He locked his gaze—or the space where his gaze should be—onto Heather. She didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, unnatural smile stretched across her bruised lips, revealing teeth filed down to sharp points.

​Jack took a slow, deliberate step forward, his scalpel glinting faintly in the moonlight. He tilted his head in eerie synchronization with hers. For a long, suffocating moment, the two faceless terrors stood in total silence, recognizing the same endless hunger, the same void staring back from the dark.

​Jack raised his blade, but Heather didn't scream. She simply leaned closer, whispering in a raspy, wind-like voice that made the temperature in the room drop:

​"You're looking for something... aren't you?"

​Jack paused, his scalpel hovering inches from her chest. The weeping black liquid from his mask dripped onto the floor, his chest rising and falling in a silent laugh.

Slenderman - Harry Andrews (specifically his role as General Woundwort from Watership Down)

Eyeless Jack - Swift Ioannou Treweeke aka Bushpig

Toby Rogers - Kurt Cobain

Jeff Hodek/Woods - Eminem (I'm being deadass btw lol)

Eyeless Jack x Female! Reader

(MDNI)

(HEAVY MED PLAY KINK, TRIGGER WARNING)

You weren’t expecting it. 

  His absence the last few days damn near sent you into a spiral. 

It all felt out of place. No bland sockets drilling your every move, silently watching from the corners of the old place, no suddenness of a warm breath on your neck, against your ear. 

  No excitement. No thrill. 

It was painful, really. 

 A shudder runs down your spine, your eyes peering down either side of the elongated, dark hallway. Out of all the similar doors that created a labyrinth within this mansion, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind you’d always be able to find his.

  The house seemed rather….vacant, the air still. 

Cold struck against the warmth of your hand, the dirtied brass door knob rough against your palm. 

  The heavy wooden door creaked as it popped open, the sound echoing throughout the hall. A quick look to both sides, still no one. 

  A quick, quiet sigh leaves your lips, almost another bubbling in your throat as your legs voluntarily walk into the darkness the room had to offer. 

  The door didn’t hesitate to close quickly behind you, heaviness plopping it completely closed on its own. 

  Your pointer finger glided against the wall, feeling the smoothness of that familiar light switch. One that you shouldn’t have ever known so well. 

  Dim illumination covered the room like warm dust. 

His bed…black messy sheets, blanket and pillows dissolved. 

  Thick, wooden shelves held jars…upon jars. All filled with a different part of someone….something from inside, more so. 

  Your breath hitches at the sight, nothing different, nothing new. Yet, it still always managed to crawl under your skin like the dirty reminder that it was. 

  Slowly, the floor creaked softly under your moving weight, feet pressed softly against the roughed up wooden floor beneath. 

   Turning your back towards the bed, you let yourself fall gently onto it, the sheets developing entirely around you, almost as if it was a replicant of some kind of quick-sand. 

  Another big sigh leaves you, feeling each inch of stress slowly unravel. 

Your eyes close softly, flickering a moment before resting. 

   It was quiet, the room a bit colder than usual. 

He always kept it that way. 

At least, each time you had visited his room like this. Unannounced, uninvited. 

   Your mind played out the last few times these sheets enveloped you into their own soul that amongst the very man you were oh so dedicated to. 

   So much so, your ears defied you, leaving out the sound of anything other than the scenes that your imagination was working so hard to play out for you. 

  Jack stood in the doorway, his beat up mask peering at your frame against….his bed. 

His bed. 

   Those dried sockets didn’t dare tear themselves away from the frame that laid upon his bed so graciously. 

  His right arm closes the door, eerily quiet compared earlier when you walked in. 

Your eyes still closed, head tilted to the side as your chest heaved up and down gently. Shirt gently tussled up, likely from tussling around in his sheets. 

  His sockets trailed down to your legs, soft, inviting. Tangled in the thinner sheet that was almost all the way off the bed, he watched intently as your toes twitched a few times. 

 A big deep breath leaves Jack, his hands on either side tightening into fists as he felt himself grow hotter than usual. 

 Unknowingly, you laid, peaceful.

  A gentle sigh leaves you now, some small sound you couldn’t make out bringing you out of your hallucinated state. 

  Eyes opened with a slight heaviness, the ceiling making its way to your eye’s sight before sitting up on your elbows, legs tucking in as your knees raised up as your pointed toes grazed against the soft sheets that coiled around you so effortlessly. 

  Suddenly, there was a much heavier interruption in the air, a tension of presence. 

Those soft pupils widened, sporting out of their natural position as they landed on Jack’s large stature. 

  Your breath stopped. The body froze, almost feeling as though it had just collided with a semi-truck.

  All you could do was stare at him, mouth opening slightly to make out something, anything.

Jack’s heaviness slowly creeps forward, heavy boots still hitting the ground with a gentle thud. 

  He stops right in front of you, in front of the bed. 

That blue mask peers down at you, now covering the towering light that tried its certain best to give you any will to see. 

  Your skin felt tight, a sudden headache filling your temples as your orbs followed the slight tilt of his head, looking directly into those blacked out ‘eyes’ of the mask. Directly into nothing. 

   Jack peered his ‘sight’ all over you. His pointer fingers gently forward, grazing the skin of your legs and he ran it over each inch. 

    Something in him wanted to snap with a bitter twist. A certain hunger that didn’t feel familiar. Not like the one he’d felt per usual, the reason why he was the way he was.

  This wasn’t murderous, this wasn’t a belief…

Jack understood full well what you did to him, whether you knew it yourself, or not. 

 And to him, you were his moral.

   A wobbly breath leaves him, echoing a bit behind the mask. 

Without warning, Jack’s figure looms over you, hands pressed on each side of your head while his arms encircle you in the small space. 

   Your head tilts up to meet his mask, his ragged breaths audible as your eyes peered up at him like some innocent doe. 

   God, the rage sent through him. He hated how fucking pretty you were. 

Downright beautiful. 

   “Fucking look at me like that…” He huffed out slowly, more of an outside thought to himself. 

He lifted his left arm, his hand connecting to your jaw and chin with enough grip to make you really look at him. 

  “What are you doin’ in here, hm?” He’d whisper slowly to you, almost teasingly. 

He could hear the soft whine coming from your heightened breathing. 

  “Missed you…” You’d mutter out, unwillingly honest as your eyes stuck on the faded parts of his blue mask. 

A low growl leaves him, his grip on your tightening before he harshly removes it, alongside crawling off the position over you he had. 

   Control yourself. 

He never felt like snapping more in his life, a neurological block starting to impose tension on his already miswired brain. 

  Jack turns away from you, hands removing his mask before running them over his face. 

“Missed what?” He huffed.  “Missed making me fucking crazy?” He’d grumble, turning back around to wrap his hand in the hair placed on the back of your head.

   You sit up a bit more, sitting on your knees and legs as your arms sit between them on the bed as he holds a tight grip, tilting your head up to his un-masked face. 

  God, he was a slice of a horrific heaven. 

His greyed, chizzled face disregarded any negative trait of him. A real life replication of Lucifer himself. 

     “How many times?” He’d whisper low, mouth close to your ear now. 

The feeling against your ear made a shiver run down your spine. 

  “...The last few missions you’ve had…” You’d utter back, voice barely above a whisper.

Jack takes a big, deep, and slow deep breath. His grip on your hair tightening as it makes you whine slightly at the beginning pain. 

   “Do you know how hard it is to smell you all over my room, my belongings, my sheets ... .and not take you however I damn well please? Whenever I please?”

  “Then do it.” You’d answer, too quickly. 

Way, too quickly. 

   The embarrassment and shame set in softly, although the growl in your ear that vibrated throughout your body told you otherwise. 

     Jack's grip in your heads leads to the floor, pushing you down until your knees hit the hardened floor. He then forces you to look back up at him, both your palms resting on each of his thighs. 

  He stared down at you for a moment, his free hand coming to graze your cheek softly. His fingertips brush against your cheekbone, following it down to your jaw-

  SMACK.

A stinging sensation filled you like a blurry, buzzy TV screen. Heat filled you entirely, sight opening to the side of the room before slowly trailing back up to those eyeless sockets once more. 

 His hands gentle touch returned to your cheek, thumb brushing over the now reddening handprint that would layer itself over the thin skin of your cheek. 

    You were so fucking beautiful like this. 

He found it amusing, really. 

  “Too shy to come lay with me when I'm here?” He’d mutter out, almost questioning himself more than you. 

   Your lip quivered, wanting to let words slip as your mind attempted to fog up. 

Jack watches your now shrinking state, his grip on your jaw tightening like all hell as he now bent down, his free hand and arm now sitting on his knee as he stared directly at you. 

   “I believe I asked you a fucking question.” His teeth grits, frustration somehow building within him like wet logs trying to set fire. 

  A tiny whimper leaves you, legs shaky at the tight grip curled into your scalp. 

      “Didn’t want to intrude…” You’d mutter back to him, honestly. 

“Intrude…” He scoffed. “...that’s all you’ve ever done since he took your pathetic ass in. Fucking useless for anything but being a pretty little thing, hm?”

  The degrading words would’ve usually put you down, but coming from Jack, they were fucking endearing. 

 Every inch of you itched for more, like an addict needing their fix. 

   “Just for you…” You were quick to add to his statement. 

He just stared at you. 

  His arms dart out, moving over you as he hoists you over his shoulder, almost completely effortlessly. 

  Your hands gripped at the faded black hoodie he wore, heavy boots stomping the ground with persistence as Jack exits the room, carrying you down the long hall. 

  His shoulder was almost the perfect size for you, body settled into the angle of him like liquid. 

Those roughed up, grey hands gripped your thighs, pushing them against him more to ensure your stability as he carried you. 

   A white metal door isolated itself in front of Jack. 

That chemical smell filling his nostrils like a sweetened perfume, heaven to his emotional receptors. 

  A nervous pang ran itself through your core. 

   This, this wasn’t what you had imagined. 

“Wait…” You mutter, head turning as you see the highly scratched, tethered door. “Jack, wait…”

He didn’t respond, only tightening his grip as a sickening smirk replaced the grip his teeth had on the inside of his cheek. 

The stairs downward into the basement felt like forever, each step sending a gentle vibration through you. 

  You watched from behind as Jack walked to the table in the middle of the room, your eyes widening at the countless medical items displayed everywhere, the jars full of much more intimate….prizes. 

  A sudden shocking cold presses against your back, Jack's hands slapping the leather cuffs over your arms in one, big motion. Before you could really understand what he was doing, your legs thrashed themselves, panic now setting in fully. 

  “Can’t get all shy on me now,” he started, struggling with your fighting legs for a moment, eventually slamming them down and strapping them against the table. 

  To the point it was almost cutting circulation off. 

Jack looked over you, his hands grazing over the leather cuffs that held your ankles. Trailing upward, he took in every inch. 

  The large, lonely light that beamed brightly above singled you out. Every part. Every flaw. 

Every little thing. 

   All for Jack to see. To savour. 

You felt his hands shake, his breathing catching up to his current emotions, tackling itself as he just wanted to devour you whole. 

 “Gonna make a star out of you…” He’d mutter. “..bet they’re just as fucking gorgeous as that face…”

  He breathed heavily, turning away from you to fiddle with things on the desk behind him, roughly. Items hit the floor, paper whipped in the quick air he moved with his heavy movements. 

 Jack turns his head, his body slowly following suit. 

   A camera, set on a long, black tri-pod, sets itself in your view, head tilting as far as it could to look forward. 

  “Jack, what is this?” Your voice trembled, yet still held such demand. 

That desperation fucking animilated him. 

  “Whatever I want it to be…” He smiled. 

It looked unhuman, uncanny. 

  Your eyes watched that little red dot start to flash, eyes trailing back to him. 

“Ignore it.” He snapped, walking back toward the head of the table, hands pushing your head back down and holding either side of your face. 

  “You want me to keep you around, alive and well, yeah?” He’d lower himself down to your ear. 

“Y-yes…please.” You’d gulp, lips suddenly sucking all moisture from themselves. 

  “Then make me proud, baby…” 

His hands leave your face, the feeling oddly comforting. 

  Your heart thumps at each sound of metal clanging together, just hearing the sheer weight of the tools here and there. 

  The bright, LED desk light wasn’t forgiving against your orbs, detailing each expression they held with persistence. 

  “Just a little poke, okay pretty?” He leans down, kissing your cheek gently, lips lingering against your skin as his sockets trail to your neck, eyes immediately finding that little blue vein. 

  Small. Fresh. 

  The small needle dives itself with precision into your skin, blood quickly flashing against the liquid the syringe was filled with. 

   “Jack!” Your voice wobbled, higher pitched as you could feel the strangeness of the liquid pouring through your neck, the smoothness of it consuming your mind into nothing. 

  Your panicking slowed, eyes and voice trailing to a close. 

A final kiss is placed on your forehead, Jack’s hand gently removing the syringe in a straight line, actively avoiding puncturing such a sweet, gentle little vein.

    You’d been asleep a full hour, your body entirely still and unresponsive. 

Jack would take a deep breath, a rolling tray organized neatly sat next to him, the light above now positioned right where he needed it most. 

   “Like paper…” He muttered to himself, almost confused. 

His big, gloved hands worked meticulously, watching as your skin spread apart easily against the sharp blade. 

  The blood trickled in some places, pooled up in others. 

Those sockets dried their site directly into your now opened stomach, layers of your cut through until the pumping organs were now exposed. 

  The air itself was enough to contaminate anything that simply came near. Flies so tortured they didn’t even dare feed, even if it was their last days starving. 

  Jack just stared, his dirtied, bloodied gloves hovering over your insides like a child being kept from a new, shiny toy. 

  “My god….” He’d choke out. 

It was a giddy rage, an impulse he simply could not control. 

   He began to wonder if this was the happiness truly normal people felt. 

“Fucking hate I like that stupid voice of ur’s…” He gruffed out, hands diving in to slide over the slippery textures of….you.

    “Would rip those vocal cords right out of you….” he huffed, closing his lids as the warmth of you consumed his hands, like a safety blanket. 

   “...Hate that I love those lips…love when they fuckin’ talk to me like the innocent thing you are.” He huffed, almost annoyed at the thought. 

  His fingers squeeze between your guts, carefully moving around as blood and other fluids wrap around his gloves. 

  Gloves. 

Jack furrows his brows, jaw tightening as he looks down at them, taking a minute before taking the gloves off, his bare hands now rawly touching you. 

  His hand reached up to your heart, feeling around the labyrinth of complicated routes that protected it. 

  His breath hitched, feeling it pump as it got closer and closer to it.

Jack’s head leaned back, a genuine sigh escaping him as he gently clutched at your beating heart, his hand shaking softly. 

  Eyes closed as calmness took over him. A grounding. 

    Entirely too rare for him. 

“You’re never allowed to leave me.” He whispered, a sickened smile plastered on his face, directing towards no one but himself.

    Your eyes felt heavy, barely able to function upon your request to open them. 

The entirety of your body burned, your throat felt swollen almost. 

  A few coughs inconsistently ripped through you, vision blurred slightly as the bright light was no longer on above you. 

  The coughs pained your sides, arms wanting to come up and comfort yourself. 

Yet, you were hit with that sudden restraint once more, the leather cuffs still tightly laced over each limb. 

  The metal beneath you felt unbearingly hot now, sweat mushed under your skin. 

“Ah ah, don’t struggle…” 

  Jack hums, coming from around the corner and into your blurry sight, his mask now back on. 

The sight of him calmed you slightly.

   “How do you feel?” He’d ask, not too loud, not too small. 

Your lips were dry, almost cracking more as they parted to speak. 

  “Ok…”

Voice raspy, barely audible. 

  You watched as his mask shifted slightly. 

He nodded slowly. 

 “Good….” He;d state simply, just staring below at you.

Your eyes followed around the room, trying to take in where exactly you were. 

   Right.

Just then, before looking back at Jack, your orbs caught a jar sitting next to the both of you, on a rolling tray that held bloodied tools, operative instruments. 

   Your blood ran cold, body now goosebumping as it shivered. 

“What is that?”

    Jack smiled again at the raise of concern in your voice. 

“A kidney.” He’d answer, completely honest. 

   “I-is that-”

“Absaloutly.” He finished quickly. 

   Your eyes trailed deep into those empty sockets once more, fear petrifying your body over the comfort he once gave you. 

  “No, no baby, it’s okay.” He’d begin to coo at you, hands on either side of your face and he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your nose. 

  “Let me show you…” 

 His grip leaves your face, trailing to the jar beside you both. 

    He grabs the fresh Kidney, color still bright and alive. 

Naturally, it slid right into his hand through the thin liquid that dissolved around it, preserving it. 

 “This, this is you. Entirely...” He stated.   “And I wanna show you, how much you drive me fucking crazy.” He’d mutter, sitting on the chair beside you. 

   Your head still restrained, your eyes could now only land on the spot he was currently placed, entirely too curious of his next movement. 

  You suppose that's what kept this….going. 

Jack uses his free hand to undo his zipper, the dark, worn jeans coming undone without a second ask. 

  His cock sprung free, boxers nowhere in sight. 

Breathing heavy, Jack gives a small huff as his hands begin to pump his cock a few times, his sockets directly staring into your eyes. 

 “Love you, pretty girl,” He starts, voice low and breathy, his hand with your leaking kidney now trailing over to his cock. 

  Your brows furrowed, stomach twisting as your throat burned for a release of some kind. 

A scream. Throw up. Burp, even.

  Jack places the kidney around his cock, gently pulsing it up and down as his head leaned back, an highly audible groan leaving him. 

  “Fuck…” He’d breath out. “...fucking love you so much, since the day he fuckin’ brought you here.” 

  Breathy, low moans didn’t hold themselves back, and Jack didn’t care anymore. This has felt better than anything he had ever felt in existence. 

 Better than anything he ever remembered feeling before….everything. 

  His eyes found yours again, his build up already posing a threat. 

 You sat, unable to tear your eyes away. The nerves inside you screamed, every red flag going off like an imploding rock slide. 

   “Say it.”

Your throat burned, the thought of even uttering those words felt so morally wrong, you were certain it would send you directly to hell. 

  “I love you.” 

If you did make it out, you’d be researching what it was that made your body and soul want to go against you so badly in these moments. 

   As those words poured like fresh honey from your lips, Jack's cock splurted ropes of cum, leaking itself directly over his hand, pants ... .your kidney.

  Jack looks down at himself, flickering between himself and you. 

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