Cum and Ass, Creepypasta Book of Smut (REQUESTS OPEN)

Eyeless Jack x Transmasc Reader

Contains: Vanilla, body dysphoria, praise, mentions of self harm
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(Req by @AaaAaaaKILLME777)
(This hit a little close to home tbh)

(Y/N) was staring in the mirror. His body didn't seem like his. His thighs had more fat than muscle, his chest still seemed big even if he was binding correctly. His face made him more upset. His lashes seemed too long, eyebrows too groomed and overall his face seemed too feminine.

He looked down to the scars on his wrists. "I've really let myself go." There were more recent marks, burns and cuts littering his forearm. Some were just from earlier that day.

(Y/N)'s boyfriend had been gone all week. Jack was his entire world, even just a second away was devastating for the poor boy. Every time he was caught with a blade or lighter near his arms, Jack would immediately pull the boy into a bone crushing hug and tell him good things about himself in which he believed because it was from Jack.

Said boyfriend was supposed to come home earlier, yet it was 2AM and it was still only (Y/N) in the house.

"I'm not good enough for him, I don't deserve him."

He truly believed those words. Yet he was still shocked when they came out his own mouth. He turned the light off and made his way to his room, tears starting to fall. He blamed himself for this. He blamed the way his body was, the way that it wasn't what he wanted and he couldn't change it. The femininity would always be dominant, no matter what hair he grew on his face or what clothes he wore. Hell, even if he got top surgery he would still be gross.

As (Y/N) made his way to his bed, he heard the front door open. He paused, slowly looking down at his arms. He wouldn't be able to explain this.

"(N/N), I'm back. Although if you're hearing this, you should really be asleep."

(Y/N) silently cursed to himself, not only having new marks but also being awake. He could hear his lover in the kitchen, placing jars in the fridge. "Fuck fuck fuck."

He scrambled around his room, searching for a long sleeve shirt. After finally finding one, he began to put it on and climb in bed just before Jack opened the door. He closed his eyes and tried slowing his breathing.

"Hey, I know you're awake. Did I make you wait? I got caught up and was starving before this." (Y/N) stayed silent, not wanting to give in even the slightest, he was disgusted with himself. Jack sighed and took off his shoes and hoodie, placing them both to the side before climbing in next to (Y/N).

"Talk to me, did something happen?" He finally gave in and turned to Jack, guiltily looking away. "(Y/N), you didn't..."

He closed his eyes, not wanting to listen.

"Let me see your arms."

He started to cry, lifting both arms. Jack gently grabbed his wrists and pulled back his sleeves. He frowned, taking his mask off and placing it to the side. He examined each mark, upset that he wasn't here to stop it.

(Y/N) felt awful. He inconvenienced Jack. They could've possibly been asleep together or at least just enjoying each other. Yet he felt like he failed.

"Are the thoughts back again?" (Y/N) nodded. "Did you at least try to stop before?" He nodded again. "Do you still feel awful?" Once more, he nodded. "That's a problem... let me show you how amazing you are."

(Y/N) lifted his head in shock, somehow knowing what Jack meant. His shirt was slowly tugged off, Jack gently kissing his neck.

"You have the most handsome face ever. Even when tears streak your cheeks I still find myself in awe." He suddenly felt embarrassed. Jack started to pull off his own shirt before gently pulling (Y/N)'s sweats off.