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Yandere! Jeff x reader who successfully escapes the mansion and forest because some/most of not all creepy pastas find out and help

Of course my dear! Here is your story :)

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Jeff the Killer x GN Reader

Part 1 of ?

Warnings: Cussing, blood, mentions of a forced relationship, murder, depictions of gore, mentions of violence, drug use, slight mentions of a ship

NSFW version on my other account

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Your eyes won’t open, no, they can’t. He must have covered them again. Not that it would matter. He always leaves the room pitch black anyway. Your breath and your shackles rattling are the only sounds that fill the room. Your heart has never settled since you woke up here a month ago. He proclaimed his love for you and when you tried to deny his advances, he went ballistic and abducted you.

You can hear the front door open, and you hold your breath, hoping he won’t walk into the room. Your ears strain for any sound. The floorboards cry out under his weight, his footsteps stop in front of the door. You let your body go limp, thinking that if you pretend to be relaxed he will go easy on you. You start to tremble involuntarily as the locks are opened one by one. You can hear his laughter as he swings the door open and turns the lights on.

“Y/N~, I’m back! Did ya miss me?” He asks with excitement. You stay silent, unable to even mutter a word because of the gag in your mouth. He grumbles as he shuffles to you, “You could’ve just said something.”

You feel the bed dip from his weight as he moves toward you, stopping when he is straddling your waist. Your eye covering is ripped from your head, you let out a muffled yelp of shock. There he is, his face littered with fresh blood, a wicked smile carved into his cheeks. The smell of him is enough to make you gag, you can smell hints of various drugs clinging to his clothes and alcohol on his breath. Your eyes start watering as they burn from the putrid scents he’s marked himself with.

He smiles above you, “You know what?” he asks, only to answer himself. “I love you!” He hiccups, he traces your jawline, only to stop at the gag tied around your mouth. He slowly undoes the knots and pulls the gag away with the same force. You whimper at the force that rushes through your teeth.

You avoid eye contact with him until he grasps your cheeks and squeezes until your lips part. He leans in and smashes his lips against yours, using his grip on your face to keep you in place. You whimper and frantically try to pull your face away. This only causes him to slip his tongue into your mouth, you taste the iron and alcohol on his breath. You feel like gagging, hoping that he’ll stop soon.

He pushes your shoulders into the bed, pinning you down and deepening his one-sided kiss. Your shackles rattle against the bed frame as you try to push him off, your hands never getting close enough to touch him. He pulls his mouth away but keeps his hands pushing your shoulders in place.

He moves only one hand to wipe away tears that you didn’t know had begun falling. He frowns at you, “Why are you crying, are you not happy?” He seems to think it over for a few seconds and becomes unstable. “Am I not good enough? Do you really think you could do better than me? You’re just a fucking whore who lets people pick you up off the street! I’ll make you learn to love me!”

Your eyes widen, your body shakes and you try to plead with him. “Please, no,” you cry out. He just smiles at you.

It doesn’t take you long to notice his hand inching its way to his back pocket. You thrash yourself around, trying to get away from his touch. The hand that was previously holding your face now rests on your neck, preventing any further movement. The hand behind his back slowly moves back towards your face. You can now see that it is a switchblade with dried blood encrusted on it.

“Please, I’m sorry, forgive me!” You beg, only for your words to fall upon deaf ears.

He presses the knife to the underside of your shirt, slicing it until it uncovers your chest. He starts to laugh as you cry out. He positions his legs over yours, limiting your mobility further. The tip of the blade hovers below your collarbone, he laughs again and begins to engrave something into your skin.

Your screams echo throughout the room. This only encourages him to laugh more and his hand to tighten around your neck. “Please,” you rasp. He looks at you for only a moment before digging the blade back into your flesh. Your legs kick and flail trying to make him stop, this causes him to carve much slower than before. You cry out in agony, tears cascading down your face.

He finally pulls the switchblade away from your skin and smiles at his masterpiece. He leans over towards a table beside the bed, searching through one of the drawers. Jeff finds the thing he is looking for and pulls out a polaroid camera. He snaps a photo of your bleeding chest.

Once the photos develop he shows you the picture. Your eyes are red and puffy, your face is almost unrecognizable. You read what your new markings say, ‘Property of Jeff’.

You sob harder, realizing that you will be stuck with his name engraved into your skin forever. “Do you not like it?” Jeff growls. “Fine! I’ll just have to show you you’re mine in another way. This time you will like it.”

He repositions himself, hands tracing your sides. His hands glide lower until they get stuck on the waistline of your pants. You shake your head and start pleading with him again.

Before Jeff can start to strip you, a knock interrupts him. Jeff glares at you, daring you to make any sort of noise. He places your gag on haphazardly and readjusts his own pants. He rushes out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door. You are left in the dark once more. You sob in the dark, the pain from your chest is excruciating. Your mind racing with thoughts of what could’ve happened if you weren’t saved by the knock.

Your body aches, blood drips onto the bed sheets, staining them a deep red. Your wails increase and your shoulders and arms twitch. A borderline scream comes from behind your gag, making it fall onto your chin. You hear voices talking, then the voices yelling. Jeff seems to be yelling back, his voice is the loudest out of them all.

You hear him yell out, followed by a soft thump. Your eyes widen, scared of what could happen to you after they left. You muffle your sobs as much as you can with your lip quivering. Footsteps move closer to you, as well as the other voices. The door swings open and the lights are turned back on. You hear two gasps as their eyes land on your bleeding figure.

They both move closer to you, you release a raspy wail, “Please, help me.”

“H-holy shit, WOW” The shorter brunette mutters, his neck twitching slightly. He is wearing a pair of orange goggles and a face mask hangs on his left ear, revealing a large wound on the side of his face.

“What did he do to you?” The taller brunette walks closer to you and looks at the shackles around your wrists. “Hey, Toby,” he looks back and addresses the other male still standing in the doorway. “Hand me one of your hatchets.” The taller man gets close enough that you can see his skin is an ashen-gray, he wears a deep blue mask with inky tears dripping down it.

The shorter male,Toby, moves towards the bed to hand the tall man a hatchet. The tall man raises the hatchet to just above his shoulder, preparing to swing. You close your eyes fully and wait for the mercy of death, only to have your right arm to rest by your side, unchained from the bed. He repeats the process with your left arm. You open your eyes and look up at him, then to Toby, your eyes shimmer with hope and gratitude.

Unbeknownst to the distracted group, a silhouette creeps behind Toby. Jeff lunges forward with a roar. He catches Toby by surprise and slices his stomach open, his intestines spilling out. Toby looks down and tries to cradle his organs close to his body, only for the blood loss to cause his head to feel light. He looks up at Jack and tries to say something but his mouth floods with his blood. He gasps and chokes as he begins to sway. He hits the floor with a loud thud.

Jeff stands in the doorway, his eyes wild with a feral look on his face. His breathing is heavy as he pants above Toby. The tall man trips over himself trying to get to the bleeding man, “Fuck! Toby!” He lands on his knees in front of Toby. Toby shakes and looks up towards the man, his eyes half-lidded. The tall man frantically tries to apply pressure to Toby’s stomach.

Toby calls out to the man, “J-Jack.” Jack’s shoulders bounce with each sharp inhale. His hands, still trying to stop Toby’s organs from pouring out. Toby’s hands reach up for Jack’s, pulling them away. Jack snaps his head in Toby’s direction, Toby holds onto Jack’s hands as he mumbles to him, “You c-can’t h-help me thi-is t-time.”

Jack looks down to him and places his hands on either side of Toby’s face, “I know,” Jack whispers. He leans down and gently presses one last kiss onto Toby’s lips. Jeff laughs as Toby’s breathing starts to slow, then stops.

Jack lets out an animalistic growl as he faces Jeff. Jack pushes off the ground and lunges at Jeff. He slams his hands into Jeff’s shoulders, knocking Jeff onto the floor behind him. Jeff swings his switchblade, his arms moving wildly.

Jack knocks the blade out of Jeff’s hand, the knife gliding across the floor. Jack reaches for the blade and strikes. Jeff hisses in pain as Jack pins him down on the floor with his knife, the blade grazes his shoulder as it is embedded into the hardwood floor.

Jack stands and gives Jeff a solid kick to the ribs, a sickening crack makes you flinch. Jacks walks toward you, his breath shaking. You look up at him, then to Jeff who lays on the floor trying to pull the knife out of his sweatshirt. Jack steps closer to you and in a few strides he reaches your bedside.

Jack places his hands to gently help you sit up. “I’m going to get you out of here,” he states. Jeff thrashes on the floor, creating dull thuds with his shoulder.

Jeff roars, “Like hell I’m gonna let you take them from me! Put them down and leave. I should slit your throat for even looking at them right now,” Jack moves closer to Jeff, daring him to make a move. Jeff stills on the floor, his eyes staring at Jack with a viscous glare.

Jack pulls you in his arms bridal style. He adjusts you so that your injury won’t bother you as he carries you.

Jack takes his chance and runs out of the bedroom and out of the small house. Jeff shouts something, but it’s too muffled by the wind rushing past your ears to hear. Jack holds you slightly closer as he hears Jeff slam the front door open, yelling again but not moving to chase Jack.

Once Jack is a close distance to his destination he slows to a walk. Jack remembers how revealed your body is and looks around to make sure Jeff isn’t nearby. Jack kneels down and places you gently to lean against a tree trunk while he takes off his sweatshirt. He then helps guide your arms into the sweatshirt, trying to make sure not to put too much strain on your injuries.

You hiss in pain as the fabric rests on your chest. “Th-thank you,” you whisper. Jack just hums in response and picks you up again. The rhythmic sounds of his footfall and your blood loss have your eyelids drooping. You rest your head against Jack’s chest and begin to doze off.

When you wake up, you are naked again with Jack leaning over your chest. You stare up at him and hope that he has good intentions, you flinch as you start to feel pain spread its way across your chest. You look towards his hands and see that he has wrapped your wounds. Your heartbeat calms and you release a sigh of relief.

This notifies Jack that you’re awake “You’ve been asleep for 30 minutes. I’m sorry to have you lying so exposed but I needed access to your wounds.” You nod your head softly and close your eyes, blocking out the pain.

Jack grabs a pair of scissors and snips the last of the bandages. He picks up his sweatshirt again and helps you sit up. You flinch as you move your arms to get into the sweatshirt. He pulls the sweatshirt down your torso and holds out his hand, “Are you able to walk?” You look up at him and take his hand.

You scoot closer to the edge of the table and respond, you look down at your legs, head swooning. “I don’t think so,” you rasp. Jack nods and begins to pick you up again.

You hold your breath as he fixes your position, he starts to walk into a hallway and takes a few paces to the left. He pauses and opens a door, you look down and notice a flight of stairs leading down into a basement.

Jack steps forward and heads down the steps. At the bottom of the staircase is a room Jack steps in. The lights are dim and have a yellow hue to them. You squint trying to let your eyes adjust to the drastic change. Jack’s shoes make dull thuds with every footfall on the concrete flooring.

Jack pulls open a door, its hinges groan and squeal with age. Jack huffs as he steps in, a thin layer of dust is disturbed and floats through the air. Jack stops at a bed, its frame rusted and flaking, the mattress is worse for wear. The air tastes stale on your tongue, you allow yourself to be set down on the bed.

More dust is flung into the air as Jack sets you down. You look around the cell, the only other furniture is a small wooden desk and chair. Multiple papers are scattered around the top of the desk as well as a small table lamp. A few of the papers are hung on the wall or lay on the floor. All of the papers have the same symbol messily scratched on to them.

Jack takes a few steps toward the door. Only when you look up in confusion does he address your new space. He turns towards you, “Don’t worry, this is only a precaution for your safety,” he lies. “This cell will keep you safe from anyone who tries to get to you. Including Jeff. I have the only key to your door. You’ll be safe.”

Your eyes water slightly at the thought of being safe from Jeff. You thank him, “J-Jack, right?” He nods, “Thank you, for everything you’ve done. You saved me.”

Jack doesn’t reply and walks out of the cell. The door handle latches into place and the sound of the lock clicking into place echoes throughout the room.

You can hear his footsteps striding away, only for him to return to the door and crack it open. “I’ll be back in a few hours with food and a change of clothing. Don’t interact with anyone or anything that tries to talk to you,” he warns. He moves the lock back in place and walks away. His footsteps get farther and farther away, then are drowned out by a sharp ringing in your ears.

You look over to the desk and are lured to the papers. You find a couple blank pages and a pen; as if in a trance you start to scratch the same markings into the sheets. The tall man with no face, the crossed out circle, the warnings.

‘DONT TRUST HIM’

‘LIARS’

‘HES WATCHING’

‘RUN’

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—END

I hope you all enjoyed and I’ll see you in part 2!!!

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A little glimpse of what I’m working on ;) for a request <3

This will be posted tomorrow! See you then <3

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Request Update

Hello :)

I would just like to inform the person who sent in the request for Yandere Jeff the Killer that it might/most likely take me a while to write their story. I have no problem writing it for them, but it will take me a few days -possibly a month-. I already am planning on things that I will include. I have started writing the beginning of your story :)

Most of this information goes for anyone who makes requests to me.

Love you all <3

-Jellie

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addressing my absence :')

I am terribly sorry to everyone that has sent in request for me on this account or my other one! I completely lost any motivation to write and actually forgot that I had a Tumblr account. I am now trying to get caught up with everything and will try to get your requests written as soon as possible!

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The part two would be of THIS post.

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Following up with my last post-

I have picked a song that has been stuck in my head, now I just need your help choosing the characters.

I have lowered the choices to three. Just a heads up, the way I'm writing the character will be angst/a softer side of the characters.

THIS POLL WILL BE UP UNTIL 12 AM- Mountain Time. (USA)

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HELLO, MY DEARS!

I’ve been struck with a stroke of unoriginal genius.

Would you be interested in me writing a scenario/one-shot with a character based off of a song?

It could be any song, so just reply/comment to this post!

Once there has been a couple replies I’ll place them into a poll and let y’all vote from there :).

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

I never thought that my account would blow up this much in one month. I'm so happy :').

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hi hi!! i have a request (😱) — can you write Yandere Laughing Jack x Female!Reader headcannons? (if you don’t write yandere, normal headcannons is just fine) thank you 💜💜!!

Of course, my Dear. LJ is another favorite of mine, so thank you for requesting him :)! I’ve also wanted to extend my writing by going into a more yandere direction.

Yan! Laughing Jack x Female! Reader (slight NSFW mentions)

To start off, since he is yandere, he is obviously obsessed with you

But he isn’t a classic yandere

He will let you get close to people

And when you do… he will torture them infront of you after you’ve created a strong bond with them

He seems like he would have a HUGE breeding kink 

And an overbearing need to claim you

He would mark you with bite marks, small bruises, and bruised handprints around your wrists or neck

He also would use a leash and treat you like a puppy

“Good puppy.” or “You’re such a good girl.”  would be his most popular praises

He would gaslight you into thinking that he killed your closest friends because you did something/they didn’t care about you

He definitely has skinned one of your love interests and hung them up on the walls

He has let you “escape” on more than one than on occasion

Each time he just counts down from ten and then chases you until you give up or he catches you

Your hope is broken little by little after every attempt

In the end you succumb to Stockholm syndrome

Jack is very passionate about having you as ‘his’ 

Once you ‘develop’ feelings for him he will no longer let you go anywhere without him

He calls the world “sick” “dangerous” and “deranged”

He definitely doesn’t like children but…

If they were made from you and him, he’d adore them more than anything- besides you of course

He is a total sadist

He gets really riled up after a day of killing (NOT FROM KILLING CHILDREN.)

So, he always turns to you

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Master List :)

So sorry that I haven't had a master list up yet! But here we are.

--Head-cannons about multiple Creeps--

(Head cannons for the slender mansion)

(How I'll write the Creeps pt. 1)

(How I'll write the Creeps pt. 2)

--X READER--

Jeff the killer:

(Obsessive! Jeff x escapee GN! Reader)

(Pt2 coming soon!)

(Jeff x Kidnapped! Reader)

Eyeless Jack:

(Dating head-cannons)

(Hurt! Jack x GN! Reader)

(Coming soon)

Slenderman:

(Dating Head-cannons)

(Demon GN! Reader Head-Cannons)

Masky + Tim Wright:

(Dating Head-cannons GN! Reader)

(Dead GN! S/O - Play thing)

Hoodie + Brian Thomas:

(Dead GN! S/O - Play thing)

(Coming soon)

Laughing Jack:

(Yandere Head-cannons w/female reader)

Ticci Toby:

(Obsessive Toby x MALE Reader)

(Coming soon)

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I absolutely love your work. It Is so well written and I'm specially infactuated by the way you express feelings, I specially loved the Jeff TK scenario you wrote :)<3 If It Isn't too much trouble, may I ask for some HC's to what a relationship with the big man himself, Slenderman, would be? I hope you have a good day! ^_^

You're so sweet my dear. <3 Thank you greatly for your kind words. I've been having it rough, and this made me feel special.

here we go :)

[Dating Slender head cannons! + GN reader] (SFW)

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So first off, he is a very old soul

his physical body may not age, but his mind continues to grow

He hits me as 1920’s-1950’s romantic

He treats you with respect emotionally

But he doesn’t have many morals

Slenderman isn’t the most practical lover, he does try sometimes

And when he does, your smile widens greatly

He absolutely would spoil you with your favorite things

But for the price of staying within the forest/his line of “sight”

He would keep you a secret for your own safety

He has too many enemies and can’t always physically be there for you

Most of your relationship consists of you staying on the other side of his office/room and watching him work/file papers

When you ask if you could help out in any way he is over the moon at your kindness

he would hand you papers with his tendrils and will tell you, “Please, file these my dear.” or, “stamp my signature on the lines, it would help me out immensely, thank you.”

It takes him a long time to allow you to get physically close to him

He often worries about the ‘slender sickness’ and how it will affect you

If you are a big book reader, he swoons over you that much more

‘Date nights’ in his personal library are his favorite

He will play music in his old phonograph (an old-style record player)

Which tends to be from the 1890’s-1960’s

The small things are the most important to him

Holding your hand with a tendril sets his heart ablaze

He doesn’t let you hold his actual hands because he can’t open and close them very easily

If you were to fall asleep away from your bed, he will gingerly cover you with a blanket and take you to your room

He tries not to play favorites with you in front of his workers/the other creeps

If he had a face, his would light up every time you laugh

overall if he gets close enough to you to develop romantic feelings for you, he would become more docile

you have ensnared his mind and heart in your hands

You are his one and only

END

I hope this met your expectations :)

-Jellie

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The way I’ll write the Creeps pt. 2 (SFW)

Hello, my dears! I'm back with more descriptions of how I'll write characters!

Characters: Laughing Jack, BEN Drowned, Jane the Killer, Homicidal Lui & Sully, Clockwork, and Slenderman

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Laughing Jack:

LJ is a tall creature, he is taller than EJ at 9’7

He is a shapeshifter, so in the mansion he walks around at 7’1

LJ is very focused on fun, having fun, and murdering

He will be very playful and won’t really take anything seriously

He doesn’t have any hair except the hair on his head

His teeth are very sharp and serrated

He has a very long tongue, it is a gradient of white to black, the base of his tongue to the tip

LJ is not a quiet person, this causes him to have conflicts with the creeps that are quiet

LJ’s body is very flexible

He can move and twist/stretch his limbs however he wants

BEN Drowned:

BEN is going to be 18-19 in my writings

He won’t act very juvenile, but will tease and prank the hell out of the other creeps

BEN loves to mess with Jeff the most

Whenever Jeff is inside the mansion BEN take advantage and pranks him

Jeff and BEN are good friends- Jeff would still kill BEN if he could- but they get along fine

His hair is a mop on his head

He doesn’t shower often, for fear of water…

BEN is 5’5 and is very skinny/has little muscle mass shown on his body

But don’t ever think that he can’t ever overpower you

He has the ability to control electronics around him, when he gets angry he causes power outages

This man has his own hangout room (he uses it so frequently people stopped going in there because of the mess)

He will play video games for hours on end and will often forget to eat

Jane the killer:

What a lovely woman <3

She is 5’6 in height and 5’8 in high heels

Jane normally wears black dresses that go to mid-thigh

Jane normally stays in her room and reads or she will be in a living room talking with other creeps

She does not get along with Jeff AT ALL

She will try to kill him any chance she gets

She has burn scars all over her body, from when Jeff set her house on fire

Jane is a very polite person, she just tries to kill anyone that wrongs her

Homicidal Lui + Sully

Lui forgives Jeff for trying to murder him, the first time…

Jeff still gets a little freaked out when Lui hangs out around the mansion/woods

Lui is another quiet creep

Lui isn’t a worker for slenderman but is more neutral

Lui -since he’s neutral- isn’t affected by the “force field” surrounding the woods and is allowed to leave whenever he wants

Lui is a little more muscular than average build and is around 6’3

Lui has shoulder length brunette hair

Sully does not like Jeff, he only keeps peace because of Lui

Sully is a louder person, he’s skeptical of everyone he meets in the mansion

Sully only has a select few that he deems trustable

Sully is protective over Lui (mostly because they are connected through the same body)

Clockwork

She will have deep brunette hair-it seems slightly red/orange in certain light-

She has light freckles

Instead of having stitches on my face, she will just have large scars

She does intact have a clock set into one of her eye sockets

It is removable and sanitary

Clockwork isn’t always social- like a lot of the creeps- she often takes days to herself by locking herself into her room

Clockwork normally hangs out with Jane and Kate

Slenderman

He’s the tallest in the mansion at 12’1

Yes, he is extremely tall, but very thin

He is only seen by Proxies

The other creeps would topple over and seize if they were to see him

Slenderman can be seen in the woods, but if you were to look for him and go into “his” forest, you’d be hunted down by one of the creeps

He resides on the top floor, he can watch all of the creeps this way

The only time anyone would ever have to talk to him would be if they are in extreme trouble or if the Proxies bring something to his attention

There is nothing that happens in his woods that he doesn’t see

His fingers are more like talons

He can’t speak physically but he can emit growls and quiet purrs

He can speak telepathically, there is now limit to how far he can reach people and speak this way

That makes it very affective for work purposes

More descriptions will make their way eventually, so for now enjoy these :)

-Jellie

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ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!

I have moved all of my NSFWs to another account. That means this account posts ONLY SFWs!

FOLLOW ME AT: @jumpingjelliefishnsfw

-Jellie

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[Eyeless Jack Dating head cannons] (SFW)

GN Reader

Someone sent in a request for this. I accidentally deleted the actual request. But never fear, I am posting it now!

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Jack is a quiet man, his love language is touch

So that makes him very affectionate

He must be holding onto you or having you cling to him

With his large height, he has to be careful with how he holds you

When you are cuddling on a couch or Jack’s huge bed, Jack is the big spoon

Jack will wrap his arms around you, protecting you from the world

If you were to prepare him a meal, a carnivorous of course, he would swoop you up and take you to a couch for cuddles

Jack purrs whenever he is affectionate with you, whether that be hugging, a small peck, or just relaxing next to each other

Jack wouldn’t be able to take you out on proper dates

He would make up for it by picking your favorite flowers in the woods

Or a movie night and cuddles

And if he feels that you would be safe enough, stargazing on the mansions roof

Another love language of his would be gifts

All of his gifts are either found in the woods or in a victims home

Jack would teach you some simple self defense

He wouldn’t want his sweet s/o to be hurt in this cruel world

He would be scared about loving you, only because of the other mansion occupants

He knows them well, which is why you never go unaccompanied through the mansion yourself

Jack would have difficulty sleeping, he hunts at night, but is also needed in the day to be the mansion’s doctor

You would have to hold onto his hand and drag him away from the infirmary to get him to sleep

If you were to ever leave, for any reason, Jack would be distracted

He would stare off into the distance when people talk to him

He would neglect himself, not going out to hunt, I fear that he would miss your arrival back

Jack would just become putty in your hands if you were to scratch his head

Or do his hair, he would stare into your eyes as you look down at him or an activity your doing

Jack would put his sweatshirt on you if you go out together in winter

The pieces of fabric would engulf your smaller body

Jack would take the best care of you if you were ever hurt

He would become violent if it was a person that hurt you

He would chase them down and slowly torture them, only because they hurt his beloved

I hope you enjoyed some headcanons :) Have a good day!

-Jellie

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Hello can i request for a eyeless jack scenario? Like he was hunting and he got stabbed or bleeding severely and reader saw that he is in distress, he passed out and wake up in readers house or apartment with his wounds patched up. :DD

Of course, my dear! A secret between you(the people reading this) and me, EJ has always been one of my favorites.

[Eyeless Jack x GN Reader] (SFW)

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Under the cover of nightfall, Jack is peering through the bedroom window of his next meal. He had been stalking this victim for a week now, he knows that they always have the window unlocked. He repeats the operation that he has done hundreds of times before and begins to push on the pane, easing the window open. He quietly makes his way toward the slumbering figure.

The figure is laying on a bed, tucked away in a cramped corner. When he looms over the unknowing man, he can hardly contain his excitement and feels drool slowly leaking from his mouth, he growls quietly. As he reaches into his pocket for his scalpel, he notices the body below him start to stir. He hastily moves into one of the dark corners of the room, keeping his composure.

The once-sleeping man begins to sit up, he mutters to himself and peels off the blankets that he had covered himself with. The man walks out of the room and into a nearby bathroom. That's when Jack makes his way closer to the man. Jack hides behind the door, slightly skimming over the top with his height. He patiently waits for the man to return.

When the man makes his way back into his bedroom, Jack makes his move. Jack slices the scalpel deeply into the man’s neck, and the man shouts and tries to pull away. He is no match for Jack’s brute strength. The man falls to the ground, choking on his blood. Jack lets out a snarl and cuts into the man’s stomach, spilling more blood onto the carpet underneath. Once the man is opened up for Jack’s consumption, Jack drops the scalpel nearby.

Jack lifts his mask, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs. He searches for his desired organs and pulls them to his mouth. As Jack begins his feast, he hears the muted noise of feet patter sneaking towards the door. He turns his head and finds another man with a butcher knife in his left hand. Jack releases the organs from his grip and growls deeply at the man.

The man, startled by the scene, runs up to Jack and tries to slash across Jack’s chest. But Jack is faster, he dodges the attack and swings his fist into the man’s face. The man groans and falls, his clasp on the knife never faltering. The man looks above him to see Jack, whose hands and mouth are bloody from the corpse of his murdered brother. He lets out a sharp cry as he swings his knife at Jack’s knee, hitting just above his kneecap.

Jack hisses through his teeth and falls over. The man stands and kicks at Jack’s rib cage, Jack grunts and swings his arm to trip the man. The man topples over and pounces on Jack. The man aims his knife at Jack’s neck, Jack grabs his wrist. But Jack’s hands are still covered in blood, causing his grip to slip and the man to push his knife into Jack’s chest. Jack howls in pain and throws the man off him. The man rolls onto his knees, then stands, knife still in hand.

The man runs back to Jack and Jack gets up holding pressure on the gash on his chest. A growl emits deep from Jack's throat, he punches the man and then pins him down.

Jack’s jaw begins to deform, making him more terrifying. His jaw hangs down, letting him release his tongues. He drags the three muscles across the man’s throat, then indulges himself in a bite. The vertebrae in the man’s neck pop and with a loud crack, the man has a chunk of his neck missing and his life taken.

Jack finishes his meal and grabs his scalpel from the floor. He lets out a pained laugh, then pulls his jaw back into its original place. Jack then makes his way out the window and shuts it, making sure there wouldn’t be any immediate suspicion. He sucks in a breath as he tries to place pressure on his wounds. He hobbles his way back into the woods that make up the backyard of the house.

You are in the kitchen making yourself breakfast. You hum as you grab your food and put it on a plate. You smile and sit down to eat. As you begin to eat your meal, you jump as the back door slams open and shut. You hear heavy breathing, followed by an audible thud. You swiftly grab a knife and slowly make your way to the door.

You gasp as you see Jack laying face down on the floor, unconscious. You place the knife on a table and sprint to him, then you try to shake him awake. “Jack! Jack, wake up, this isn't funny!” you shout, trying to get some sort of reaction. When he doesn't answer you roll him over and gasp as you see the slash in his shirt and his pants.

You run to grab the medical kit that, ironically, Jack gave you a few months back. When you reach Jack, you place the medical kit to the side and drag him toward the couch. You bite your lip and lift his body onto the couch. You take the mask off his face and silently watch his chest rise and fall slowly. You brush his face with your hand and choke back a sob.

You grab the medical kit and open it, searching for the supplies you need.

You find the pair of scissors and begin to cut off the fabric of his pants and shirt. You hiss at just the sight of the gash. You disinfect the wounds, carefully watching Jack’s face to make sure he doesn’t wake up in pain or confuse you for an attacker. Once both stab wounds are disinfected, you delicately stitch them up. You take a small break and hold on to Jack’s cheek, you push the stray hair away from his forehead. You take a deep breath and begin to wrap his wounds.

You place gauze onto the one on his chest and wrap the slash on his knee. When both wounds are completely wrapped and covered, you place the unused supplies back into the medical kit. You stand and make your way into the bathroom.

You stare at your face in the mirror, a few streaks of tears lay on your cheeks, red and puffy eyes complementing them. You look down and see your red hands, you wash the blood away from your skin. Washing your hands reminds you that Jack’s hands and mouth were also covered in blood. You wonder if something had happened while he was hunting, or worse was seen.

You grab a cloth and soak it in warm water. After doing so, you walk to the couch Jack is on and kneel beside him. You lift the cloth to his mouth and chin, lightly wiping away the dried blood. You make your way to his hands and clean those too. You linger one hand on him, squeezing softly, a silent cry for him to wake up soon. You leave and grab a blanket to cover Jack, who is still in the remains of his clothing.

You watch over Jack for a few hours, only taking short breaks for the bathroom or eating. You are watching the TV at a quiet volume, resting Jack’s head on your lap. You subconsciously stroke his hair. Only when you hear a groan and look down, is when you realize Jack is awake.

“Jack! I'm so happy that you're awake,” you let out a cry of joy and hold on to the fabric of the blanket that lays on his chest. He looks up at you and smiles, he reaches his hand up at your face, and you smile back.

“You are so good to me, y/n,” he uses his thumb to stroke your cheek. You grab the hand on your face, kiss it, then hold it tight.

Jack carefully sits up, stretches, and turns to you. You look up at him and brighten your smile. He gently pulls you onto his lap, mindful of his injuries. You press your head to his chest and listen to his heartbeat. You cling to him and can hear him start to purr.

Jack holds you tighter and starts to slowly rock both of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, watching out for his wound. You kiss his jawline and he leans down to you, giving you a loving kiss. He holds the small of your back and deepens the kiss.

When he pulls away, you place your head back on his chest. The sounds of his heart gently lull you to sleep. But just before you fell asleep, you heard a slight sound.

“I love you, y/n.”

END

Sorry, this one is a little shorter than the others. And sorry, that it took a while for me to post this.

-Jellie

[jumpingjelliefish]

Would hoodie and masky be sad if their SO or plaything dies? And i can know Tim and Brian’s too (if you write them as a different people or personality)

Hello my dear, I have your request all ready for you! :D

Masky, Hoodie, Tim, & Brian after their plaything dies

GN reader

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DEATH OF PLAYTHING

Masky

Masky would walk into your room one day and see you sleeping

He would try to wake you up, only to discover you had died

He would probably be a little annoyed that he would have to find a new toy

If you were with him for more than two years, he might’ve had a slight attachment to you

But if you were there less than that, he would toss away your body without a second thought.

Overall, Masky would not miss you, he would get over your death very quickly, a few weeks at most

Hoodie

Oh man, I feel like Hoodie would handle your death one of two ways

He would either be neutral to the concept

Or he would become silent and cold, everything aggravates him

He would place your body far enough from the mansion that you wont be bothered

He would place a your favorite flower on your grave annually every time your death date passes

He may have kept you as a plaything but he grew attached to your company over the time you spent with him

He would definitely try to bring you back from the dead

DEATH OF S/O

Tim

Tim would find out about your death through Masky

He would be so painfully shocked

He would immediately search for your body

He would cling onto your corpse as he lets a few tears fall

This man would miss your company on long nights

He would often think about you while smoking out the window

When he is having hard days after you’ve passed he pretends you’re still living

He has definitely been in denial for a few months

Brian

He would definitely lay next to your grave and fall asleep there

Brian would be heartbroken

You were the love of his life

He would create countless poems about you

Comparing you to the soft summer breeze

Would become emotional if he sees your favorite flower

Would try to bring you back from the dead

He would become cold and cruel

He would grow apart from his close friends

END

Sorry if it seems rushed, I hope you still enjoyed this little post :)

-Jellie

[jumpingjelliefish]

Can you do a Toby X male reader where Toby goes maniac about reader because he talked to “unapproved people” Feel free to make it a nsfw or just a sfw I LOVE your Jeff tk one so much!

Of course, my dear! I'm happy you enjoyed my Jeff the Killer one-shot! Now I'm here to make one for you! :)

[Toby x M Reader] (SFW)

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"What the- What the f-fuck do you think you w-were doing?" Toby screams at you. He pulls you by your wrist to the car he just broke into. Your eyes go wide as you try to re-think your actions, what had you done to get him this aggravated?

He looks at you with the most enraged look he has ever given you. You are shoved into the back of the vehicle. He slams the door behind you and climbs into the driver's seat. "I can't believe you would do something like- something like that!" He starts the car and rips off the face mask he’s wearing, you can see his snarl.

He shoots you a glare through the rear-view mirror, "J-just- just wait till we get somewhere- somewhere more private." You whimper in the backseat of the car. Toby is swerving around cars, disobeying most traffic safety laws. He huffs and grumbles; his shoulders are tense.

Your surroundings become that of a forest, the car bouncing with every pothole in the dirt road. Toby screeches the car to a secluded spot. He huffs as he climbs out of the car. He opens the door closest to you and pushes you onto your back. He smirks as your eyes reflect your fear. He straddles your legs and pins your arms over your head with one of his hands.

"You really thought you could- you could get away with talking to those other people? A-am I not enough for you?" He shouts, his tics making his head twitch to the side. He grabs your shirt collar and gets closer to your face, "Answer me! You fucking b-bitch!"

You shake under his hands, "I'm sorry sir!" You look him in the eye and mutter more apologies. He looks around the forest, searching for witnesses. He scowls at you.

"I don't think you've learned- learned y-your lesson yet," he gives you a snarl of a smile. He tightens his grip on your shirt and glares into your eyes as he cocks his right arm back and sits up as much as he could.

He began one of his cruel punishments. He strikes your face, again and again, turning your face into a puffy, red mess. You hold back painful gasps and close your eyes.

"L-look at me!" He screams in your face. You open your eyes as much as they will let you in their beaten state.

His hair falls to frame his face, his entire body shaking with pure anger. He continues his abusive actions. He moves his hands to your throat, choking you. You claw at his hands and try to fight him off. He shows no remorse and contracts your airways further.

By the time you wake up you are in the cell you were first kept in when Toby couldn't trust you. Toby is nowhere to be seen, you try to rub your face but only discover that your hands have been chained to the wall above you. You gasp and sit up as best as you can. The rattling of the chains alerting Toby from upstairs.

Toby storms his way downstairs and slams the door open. He roars at you, “Will you be f-fucking quiet?” You anxiously whimper at his loud voice. He walks closer to you and stands above you.

You glimpse up at him, fear taking over your body. He chuckles and his shoulders twitch. Toby kneels in front of you and stares into your eyes. You close your eyes and turn your head away. He lets out a short tsk, “What do you think you-you’re doing? Come on pretty boy, I want to see your pret-pretty face.” You look at his face and run your eyes on all of the scars that have made themselves at home in his skin.

He lets out a slow and breathy laugh, “There we go, that’s more like it.” You flinch as he caresses all of the new bruises that he created on your face. “I kind of like the way your face is so colorful, I should punish you more often.” he lets out a sharp laugh and you flinch.

He stands once again and takes a step back. He grins wildly and begins to kick your abdomen. He laughs with each kick to your body. He can hear the satisfying crunch of your ribs, fracturing them.

You wheeze and gasp with each abrasion. You groan as he places his last kick, making it harder than all of the previous ones. He huffs and looks back at your face. “Don’t worry, y/n, you'll be pretty-prettier this way,” he laughs at your expression.

He smiles at you and walks back a few paces. He admires his handiwork. He then twitches and walks out of the room, back upstairs. He leaves you in the dim cell, you let your head flop in front of you. You can hear Toby’s footsteps echoing as he goes up the staircase.

A few hours have passed, and the circulation in your arms is very faint. You hear the door begin to unlock, you start to shake with fear. Once Toby has the door open you spot a plate of food. Toby hums as he makes his way toward you. He seems to have come down from his cloud of anger, you hope that it’s true. You don’t think your body can handle much more of his abuse.

He places the plate on the floor and grabs your face. You look up into his eyes, not being able to read his expression. He remains neutral and removes his hand from your face. “I made you food. I don-don’t think you deserve it, but I can’t have you dying on me,” he says matter of factly.

Your mouth begins to rapidly salivate. You pull at the chains and whine quietly at the soreness of your wrists. He chuckles and pulls the plate towards him teasingly slowly. You shift your eyes from the plate of food to him, then back to the food. You become increasingly suspicious of what it could contain. You watch as he grabs a small amount of food with his hand and brings it to your lips. You whimper and turn your head.

He pulls his hand back, “Are you not hun-not hungry?” He begins to stand and turns to walk away. Your mind races and you choose to call out to him.

“I’m hungry! Sir, please let me eat,” You sit up further and pull the chains with you. You can hear Toby let out a satisfied exhale and he turns back to you.

“That’s a g-good boy,” he praises. He slowly crouches down in front of you. He takes a piece of the food and brings it close to your mouth. You open your mouth and he places the food onto your tongue. He pulls his hand away and watches you swallow, then repeats the process.

Once there are only crumbs on the plate he reaches into one of his pockets. You flinch when he brings his hand out, only to see him holding a juicebox. He pokes the straw into the box and takes a mouthful of its content and places the box on the ground. He pinches your cheeks to part your lips. When you open your mouth to him he places his atop yours. He presses your tongue down forcefully with his, as he spreads the juice into your mouth.

You gag lightly from the pressure and he laughs against your lips. Once he makes sure that you’ve swallowed he pulls away, drool glossing your lips. Toby wipes his mouth and takes the barren plate. He leaves the juicebox on the floor. You watch as he leaves you alone with your thoughts once more. You look down at the juicebox and try reaching out for it, only to find he placed it mere inches from your grasp, taunting you until next time.

END

That was an assshole Toby fanfic, I hope all you readers enjoyed it! :)

-Jellie