𖦹 CW: Cunnulingus, cannibalism, “heat”, knot, violence, murder, sex
𖦹 Summary: These are my personal headcanons for Eyeless Jack, which will also show up in my series Treat Me Like An Animal (shameless plug). I’ll edit as his character develops more while I write him.
𖦹 Word Count: 1500
General
Jack’s mask isn’t just to hide his face, it regulates him. Without it, the world is too loud, too bright, too overstimulating. Every sensation hits his increased senses all at once, the scent, the sound, the feel of things. The mask almost dulls it in a way, gives him something to focus on and distracts him. With it on, he feels more in control. Without it he’s overwhelmed.
He doesn’t “see” the way humans do. He sees the world through many senses: heat, movement, pressure. Someone doesn’t have to be in front of him for him to see them. He’s always aware of everything around him. But he’s also never truly looking at anything.
Stillness makes people harder to detect. If you stop moving, slow your breathing, and quiet yourself, you’re less noticeable. But he will still notice you.
His diet isn’t only kidneys but they’re necessary. They’re the best source of what his body needs. They help him recover when he’s injured or unwell. He can consume other parts, human or animal, but they don’t sustain him the same way. So he prioritizes the kidneys, and if necessary will leave the rest behind.
But he usually keeps what he can’t eat immediately in a locked deep freezer. He does not share or want people near it at all. It’s his and will defend it the same way a predator will defend their meal.
Animals don’t satisfy him. They’re like a poor substitute, something to keep him alive but not satisfy him. He’ll eat an animal if he has to, if he’s too weak or too busy to hunt properly. But it leaves him not feeling right.
He doesn’t sleep the same way humans do. He goes still, completely motionless for hours. But he’s never unaware of his surroundings. He simply rests and regains his energy.
He prefers quiet places. Places that won’t overwhelm him with his increased senses. Anywhere the world feels muted, he will enjoy.
Most of the time he’s so still, it’s uncanny. He doesn’t have the need to drift or fiddle his fingers like humans. He’s just still.
Romantic SFW
He doesn’t understand romance at first. You’ll say something romantic and he’ll just… pause. He’ll tilt his head at you and just buffer, trying to process it.
But once he does feel romantic feelings for you? Oh no. He’s intense. Constantly smelling you, trying to memorize your scent.
His love language is quality time. He could sit next to you and do nothing but smell you and watch you breathe while listening to the soft beat of your drum for hours. Your space is the safest place he’s ever been in.
Personal space… Jack’s never heard of it. Honestly he doesn’t understand it in general but quickly got the message when he got up close to the other creeps and got yelled at. But with you, he especially doesn’t understand and you don’t think he ever will. You want him near you because you’re his and he’s yours. Why wouldn’t you want to feel his hot breath on you at all times? Even if he doesn’t mean to, he will start drifting closer and closer without realizing until he’s almost on top of you.
He loves biting, it’s instinct for him. He sees you? He bites. He loves the feeling of your flesh underneath his teeth.
He doesn’t “look” at you. But you can feel when his attention is on you. It’s heavy and focused, like the entire world narrowed down to just you two.
Your voice becomes something that he can instantly recognize, no matter what’s happening around him.
He hates having his mask on around you. Usually he starts getting stressed as soon as it comes off, the pastas are loud and when he’s out of the house, he doesn’t like to take it off either. But around you, he’s itching to take it off. He wants to see you, feel you entirely. He doesn’t want his senses dampened. He wants to feel them overtake him as he focuses on you and only you.
He tries to understand human humor but fails. Hilariously so oddly enough. You laugh at something and he just tilts his head in confusion. But then later he’ll repeat the joke in the exact same tone because that’s definitely how it works.
If you ever get hurt, something in him snaps. Not loud or explosive like the other creeps are. But quiet and quick. Whatever it was will be gone immediately and he will treat you to the best of his ability.
He doesn’t like treating your injuries. Not because he doesn’t know how, but because it’s you. He overthinks, second guesses, checks everything over and over. He can’t detach like he normally does.
He learns your habits and your routines. Not in a stalking way, just memorizing everything about you.
He doesn’t really get jealous per say. He doesn’t understand human jealousy really, like he loves you and you love him so why would either of you betray that?
But sometimes, rarely, but sometimes he gets quiet. He watches and withdrawals, wondering if now will be when you decide you want something more than a monster.
If you reassure him, he believes you. But he still doesn’t fully understand why you chose him.
Physical affection is surprisingly natural for him. He’s almost always touching you— your arm, your hand, your waist. It grounds him, gives him something to steady himself. He can feel your pulse underneath your skin, and that’s comforting.
Sometimes, though, there’s a slight disconnect. Not in a cold or unfriendly way— just observational. He’s learning what different forms of touch do to you, what makes your heartbeat change, what makes you lean in, what makes you relax.
Your body becomes something he memorizes down to every detail. The exact speed your heart usually beats to. The subtle difference between calm and anxious. If your breathing shifts when you’re tired or when you’re focused. He notices, tilting his head at you, observing what changed.
With him, nothing is accidental. Even if it feels like it.
Romantic NSFW
He doesn’t initiate. He gets drawn in by your warmth, by the way your body responds to him, by the way your pulse cuts through everything else directly into him. You’ll notice it slowly— an inch closer, then another, until his breath is against your skin. If you don’t stop him, he won’t stop himself.
He goes into heat, and when he does, it’s uncomfortable. He needs you. He’s no longer the quiet, gentle Jack who analyzes your every move. It’s messy, it’s rough. He pounds into you deep and relentless until you’re left screaming his name. Not out of a want to stop, but out of being so overwhelmed by the pleasure building inside you at every thrust.
Knot. He has a knot, and he will gladly use that knot to make sure you can’t squirm away until he cums inside you.
Sex, for him, is layered. It’s fixation, curiousity, and something a little too close to hunger. The line exists but… it’s thin.
Control is something he has to maintain. You can feel it in the way he pauses sometimes, his body tensing, his grip tightening— like he’s reminding himself. There’s always a point when instinct tries to take over and he has to consciously hold it back.
He prefers being close to you, against you. Your back against his chest, his arm around you, his hand around your wrists so he can feel your pulse quicken.
Your heartbeat affects him more than it should.
He will lick you. He will lick every part of you with his long hot tongue that is able to maneuver into any space he wants it to, feeling like a hot wet scalpel slicing you open.
He loves going down on you. His tongue loves exploring every crevice, pushing in when your back arches and those sweet moans escape you. After leaving you completely breathless, his tongue plunges into you, intensifying that warm feeling deep in your lower stomach.
He memorizes what you respond to. What makes your breathing change, what makes your muscles tighten under his hands. He learns it the same way he learns everything: repetition, focus, and quiet analysis.
Sometimes you’ll feel him pause. He’ll be completely still, his hand resting over you, his head tilted slightly like he’s listening to something you can’t hear.
Afterward, he doesn’t pull away. He stays close, almost pressing against you. Like he needs that extra time to reestablish control. Feel your body calm, your breath slow. So his body can relax with yours.
With you, he’s not softer. But he is more controlled. And that control is the only thing keeping the rest of him from surfacing.
