#creepypasta smile dog

[eelfishez]

Doodle :3

[werewolf1903s]

[hoodoptish]

dell put your glasses back on i begging you

[6zalgo9]

fetch

[creseas-yes-thk]

Smile d ⦻gg ⦻ ;)

And also as a sticker! :^

[goldencain9]

Jeff doodles ^^

[anonymous-spooks]

Smile Dachshund.

Please, consider, he would be so evil and goofy.

[gkratze]

Good boy doesn't say "BOO", good boy says "Woof" 💥

[uncannygoat]

Smile Dog being Smile Dog

[cabbag35]

Post-Murder photos 📸

[candyinsaninh0]

can I pet that dawg?

[eelfishez]

more smile dog i beg.......

ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE!!!!

[dangerbizz]

More pastamonsters styled Ghost but feat. Smile Dog with a Jeff the Killer addon doodle

[fl1pp1ngart1st]

Jeff The Killer Hcs 2.0

This is coming from someone who mostly just remembers old stuff and hasn't re-read the stories. It's my opinions, you don't have to agree :D

Even though most of Jeff's face and hair is burnt up he is still very confident and sometimes full of himself. Thinks he's Hot Shit.

When he first met Smile Dog they definitely bit him. But it's all good now.

He doesn't like to eat anything liquidity due to it spilling out of the gashes in his cheek, although not as bad as Toby but still.

Playing off the last one, Jeff definitely uses a straw to drink anything.

He definitely can't say certain words correctly and genuinely has a hard time talking, so he doesn't talk much unless it's with someone he's really close with.

He for sure plays dressup with Sally and goes to her tea parties, along side Toby and anyone else she can find

Jeff doesn't mind that he doesn't have much hair anymore, but he'll wear wigs for Sally so she can play with long hair.

Plays games with Ben, They definitely yell at eachother and then Ben makes fun of Jeff for having beef with a kid. But overall they love to hang out

When he does manage to sleep and has a nightmare he doesn't really talk about. He'll just slip into Ben's room and just watch him play games. At first, Ben was confused but after a while it became just a normal routine.

Since Jeff doesn't have eyelids his eyes definitely get really dry, so he constantly carries eyedrops with him.

Also, he doesn't sleep well due to him not being able to close his eyes. So he generally doesn't sleep and watches other people sleep. But he does have a sleep mask to help so SOMETIMES He's able to doze off, just not for long.

Jeff doesn't really care about others opinions of him until they start physically treating him like a freak or weirdo

Jeff never hurts animals. He would take care of stray dogs and cats, but he loves dogs a bit more.

Jeff doesn't really kill children, not really his thing but he will if they're bullies as it reminds him of his own bullies.

Flames probably make him a little uneasy, but not by much.

For some reason he seems like a guy who would like pasta. I don't know why.

Definitely Latino. I don't need to explain it's just facts.

[zackuro]

New drawing, eheh >:3

I drew smile dog this time

[tipsynight0]

Muddied paths

pairing - jeff x female reader ft smile

Word count - 600

Synopsis - jeff and (y/n) take smile for a bath

Authors note - ah thank you for all the love on my writing <3 I was literally inspired to write this for 2 reasons the first being I had to give my bull dog a bath today, and I always walk by a water fall at work. Enjoy <33

Slick mud clung to the ground as Jeff’s and (Y/N)’s ratty sneakers sank into the earth, following the familiar path through the woods. The storm had only passed an hour earlier, leaving behind a crisp chill in the air, and Smile, their hellhound, had howled relentlessly until they caved to his demand for a walk. It was more than just for the dog, though—Jeff needed these moments, a break from the chaos that defined his life, even if he’d never admit it.

Jeff’s hand wrapped around (Y/N)’s, their fingers hidden inside the sleeve of his sweater. The steady sound of their steps and the distant rumble of the waterfall approaching brought a rare peace to him, a fragile kind that barely lasted, but he clung to it nonetheless. The air was heavy with the dampness of rain, the smell of wet earth filling their lungs.

Lost in thought, Jeff stared down at his muddied sneakers, grateful for the quiet. This path, these mundane moments, were their escape. Smile sprinted ahead, splashing into the shallow, muddy water beneath the waterfall. A heavy sigh escaped Jeff's lips as he locked eyes with (Y/N), who gave him a knowing smile.

“He’s going to need a bath,” Jeff grumbled, watching the dog shake droplets everywhere.

(Y/N) chuckled, her laugh cutting through the quiet like sunlight after a storm. “Yeah, and that’s all on you.”

Jeff snorted but didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, before letting his lips graze her skin with a teasing nip. (Y/N) shivered, her grip tightening on his sweater as she turned to face him, eyes questioning. “What was that for?”

Jeff only shrugged, his lips curling slightly as Smile trotted back, victorious, a dead squirrel dangling from his jaws.

Back home, Jeff had managed to hoist Smile over his shoulder, despite the mud and the hound's squirming attempts to escape. By the time they got inside, he was covered in scratches, his sweater smeared with dirt and dog hair. (Y/N) stood waiting in the bathroom, armed with a towel and a sedative just in case. The clawfoot tub was already filled with warm water and bubbles, the soothing scent of lavender filling the room, though it did little to calm the wild energy bouncing off Smile.

"Come on, Smile. Let me wash you, and you’ll get a damn treat," Jeff muttered, his patience fraying as he lathered the dog with shampoo. Smile, unamused, growled and tried to nip at Jeff’s hands, but Jeff wasn't having it.

(Y/N) knelt beside them, her fingers combing through Smile’s wet fur, and whispered soothing words. “Good boy,” she murmured softly, earning a grumble from Jeff as he struggled to keep the dog still. But seeing her smile at the mess made the effort worth it.

Once they’d finally finished, Smile bolted out of the bathroom, leaving behind puddles and wet fur in his wake. Jeff leaned back against the counter, his chest bare and streaked with scratches. He smelled of wet dog and exhaustion, while (Y/N), drenched in fur and suds, stifled a laugh.

"I think you need a shower," (Y/N) teased, her eyes gleaming as she took in the mess he’d become.

Jeff’s lips twitched into a smirk as he tugged lightly on her tank top, pulling her closer. His voice dropped, low and easy. “I think you need to join me.”