My Oc (Cressie) In Her Nightshift In Fnaf 1

Muichiro in TOH style ❤

Fnaf (books) trilogy was...something

(I posted it also on my tt (iandeverything))

Cassidy my child (one of my fav kids in FNAF)

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I think what always impacts me the most about the “I Am A Jedi Like My Father™️” scene is the fact that Luke throws his weapon away. That is the moment the cycle breaks between him and his father. Words are just words sometimes, but this was actions backing up words.

Ell and I have HUGE cola addiction help

Ell is so pretty 💕

Pt. 2 Invincible Variants x Fem! Reader

Includes: Mohawk Mark, Omni Mark, No Goggles Invincible, Goggles Invincible, Sinister Mark

Word Count: ~4k

Part 1

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Also switched up character order lol

Mohawk Mark

“I can’t believe I lost all my files,” you murmured. 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” He asked. “I thought not dying should be at the top of your list.” 

You both were still outside the prison facility. You dusted off your clothes before standing up, turning away from him, and walking off.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He was now in front of you, floating slightly off the ground. You stopped and responded simply.

“Far away from here.”

As you continued to move forward, he moved backwards, still in front of you as he spoke.

“Feel free to walk. But you won’t get far without shoes.” 

You frowned. Why was he your voice of reason now?

As you took a step forward, this time he didn’t move, you bumping right into him. Irritation flashed on your face and he smiled.

“Calm down...” His arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned in close. “I’ll fly you home after I’m finished.” 

“As if I’d trust you,” you told him. “I don’t know why you’re- Here- But I- Would you stop kissing me?!”

He laughed and pulled just a little bit away from your lips. He didn’t move his hands though.

“My bad. What were you saying?” He asked, feigning innocence. You wanted to rearrange that face of his. 

“What I was trying to say was-”

“Hold that thought.”

In an instant he shot past you, flying back towards the prison. You spun around and squinted to get a better look, noticing electricity shooting through the air in the distance.

“Powerplex?” You whispered. He was one of your patients, so you were aware of his powers.

Both were too far away to know what was going on, but judging by the electricity shooting everywhere and his laughter, you assumed they were battling. 

You sighed. 

“Not my problem.”

Well maybe it was. It was safe to assume your car was destroyed. 

You could attempt the walk back to your home, but you lived far away, and your legs would give out at any minute now. 

And you were shoeless, no less.

The adrenaline had worn off, and you slumped behind a nearby tree, opting to rest instead. If you died here, then… oh well. 

“Hopefully he doesn’t take too long…” you murmured.

~

“Ah shit. Where’d she go?” 

He had got caught up in battle and completely lost sight of you. 

“She couldn't have gotten far…” He murmured, surveying the area in the sky. “But knowing her, maybe she did walk home.” 

He paused when he noticed a familiar body curled up in a grassy area. He flew over, landing next to the tree you were near.

“Hey, you alive?” 

Your eyes peeled open.

“Unfortunately…” You murmured. Either that or you were in hell.

He then picked you up, before taking off into the sky. 

“Alright, point in the direction where you live,” he said. When he didn’t get a response he looked down, noticing your eyes were closing again. 

You weren’t responding. His eyes widened. 

“Shit! Hey! Stay with me!” 

He shook you, and your eyes snapped open. Confusion crossed your face until he spoke.

“Point to where you live.”

You remained quiet for a bit, before pointing to your left. 

“30 miles…Or 48 km that way.” 

He then sped off, and you closed your eyes. You didn’t know how long you were flying, but when he stopped, your eyes opened again. You gave him more directions, and that eventually led to your home. 

Your back door was unlocked and he made his way inside, before gently setting you down on your couch. He crouched low to look you over. You took some time to collect yourself, before shooting him a glare.

“What..?” You said, annoyance in your voice. He groaned. 

“Ugh, you had better be glad I like you. I don’t normally put up with this shit.” 

You frowned at his words. He sighed before one of his hands reached out, resting on your head. His voice was now calm as he looked at you.

“...You okay?”

The frown left your face, your gaze softening. 

“Yeah, just tired,” you murmured. “I would thank you for bringing me home, but you were the cause of all this.”

“I mean you could still thank me.” 

You smiled before replying. 

“No, I don’t think so.”

He raised an amused eyebrow before standing up.

“So…” He started. “Want me to keep you company or…”

You looked away, before looking back up at him.

“If you have nothing else better to do,” you said.

He then moved close to you, and out of surprise you moved back, unknowingly giving him space. He climbed onto your couch, before casually propping his head up with his hand. The two of you now faced each other and you frowned. 

“When you said 'company', I thought you meant anywhere else in my home but here,” you flatly said. He smiled. 

“I thought you didn’t like me,” he teased you. You rolled over to face away from him.

“I’ll hate you again once I get some rest.” 

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, your back now firmly against his chest.

“I should keep you up all night then…” He whispered in your ear. You immediately slapped his arm, not bothering to turn around to face him. He laughed.  “Alright, alright… Worth a shot.”

Omni Mark

You abruptly shut off the news, faced with a rude awakening. 

Your savior wasn’t who you thought he was.

While he did rescue you, he wasn’t exactly good. That left you with too many questions. 

“I need to clear my head…” you murmured, opting for some fresh air. As you opened the window to your bedroom, you paused, noticing something sitting neatly in your driveway. 

It was your car. 

You furrowed your brows before racing towards your front door. As you made your way outside you circled your vehicle, your thoughts racing. 

Hadn’t you abandoned this car in the city? How did it get here?

“It’s dark out, you know.” 

You froze in place, recognizing the voice. It was him. As you focused on your reflection in the car window, you also noticed his reflection as well. He was floating in the air behind you as he spoke.

“Staying inside is a safer option.”

You remained in place, your back facing him as you gripped your door handle.

“Would that keep me safe from you?” You asked him. As he maintained his calm expression, you looked down. “You shouldn’t be here… I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“...Are you sure?”

You sighed frustratingly. If he really was a bad guy, then why did he bother to save you? Why’d he bring your car home? Maybe you’ve got it all wrong?

“I’m not sure about anything,” you admitted.

You then made your way back to your house, before motioning him to come in. You locked the door behind you and closed all your curtains. 

“I assume you know what’s happening now,” he stated.

“Yes, I know lots of Invincibles are attacking places all over the world,” you said. You looked away for a bit, before looking back at him, determination on your face. “But, I know you wouldn’t do that. You’re here to help out, right?”

He gave you a small smile.

“You know that isn’t true.”

You looked away, your eyes downcast before determination immediately showed back up again.

“Maybe it isn’t. But that doesn’t matter. At least not to me.” You then began to panic. “W-what am I saying?! Of course it matters. I just…”

He saved you. Hell, you had even kissed him. You couldn’t start second guessing now. 

He watched you pace around your room as you considered your options.

“Regardless.” You stopped your rant when he spoke. “I’m only here for you. Hopefully this world hasn’t treated you poorly.”

He brushed his gloved hand across your cheek and you looked away. It was really difficult to hate him. 

“Well, I work a dead-end job and despise my entire existence, does that count?” You asked. He smiled.

“If you want me to get rid of anyone, then just let me know.” 

Your eyes widened. He said those words so easily. He would even kill for you?

…Well there was this one coworker…

“No, you shouldn’t be hurting people!” you told him, panic in your voice. Your dark thoughts had terrified you. “I wouldn’t want you to do that!” 

He then cupped your face, you looking directly at your reflection in his goggles.

“It’s who I am, Y/n. This world could burn for all I care. All I need is you.”

As he embraced you, your heart was now racing. You couldn’t get out of this mess, you were sure he wouldn’t let you. You had loved him at first, but now… you were terrified of him. 

“...Is something wrong?”

Your blood ran cold when he said those words. There wasn’t an ounce of question in his voice, it was more of a calm observation. 

“I’m just tired…” you lied, trying to slow your racing pulse. Your eyes frantically darted around the room as you searched for something, anything, to get you out of this mess. You had let him into your home. You trusted him. 

You… still trusted him. 

All he ever did was love you. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all…

No Goggles Invincible

“We’re gonna have so much fun!!”

He was flying through the air with you in his arms. His flight pattern ranged from spirals, to spins, to abrupt zigzags. Half of the time, your eyes had trouble determining your whereabouts. The other half was spent praying you wouldn’t die. 

“Where should we go first?” He asked. You didn’t know if his question was directed at you or himself. “How about a nice park? Or a restaurant? Oh- Oh! Space is pretty nice! Want to go there?” 

He then zoomed upward, the air beginning to thin at an alarming rate. You gasped as you slapped his arm as many times as you could, trying to gain his attention. Thankfully he hadn’t made it anywhere near space when he paused, tilting his head.

“What’s wrong?”

You then covered your throat with both your hands. Realization crossed his face before he lowered himself back down to a breathable atmosphere. You inhaled loudly before hanging your head low, trying to catch your breath. He watched you with concern. 

“Ah shit, sorry about that. I’m so used to going up there,” he said. “Are you okay?” 

You were not okay. You were doomed. 

He was going to kill you at this rate. And by complete accident. 

“Please… Just put me back on the ground…” you said. He nodded, before descending from the sky. The second he set you on the ground was the second you moved away from him, falling onto your knees. 

“Sorry, this is all kind of new to me,” he said. “I should probably treat my girlfriend better-”

“I am not your girlfriend,” you snapped at him. He smiled. 

“Aww, you don’t mean that. You’re just upset! You have every right to be!” 

He was constantly hugging you. And kissing you. You immediately saw red.

“Don’t touch me!!” You yelled. 

“Aww pumpkin-”

“Get away from me!!” 

“But-”

“Let! Go of me!!!”

He then released you, and the sudden force of you pulling away caused you to fall backwards. As you landed, you cut the side of your cheek. You wiped the area before pulling yourself up, and screaming at the top of your lungs. 

“I am not your girlfriend!! And I hate you!! I hate-”

The rest of the words got caught in your throat when you saw his expression. His smile, and usual optimism, was gone. It was now replaced with a quiet, yet cold stare. 

“You don’t mean that, do you?” He asked you. Even his tone had changed. It was horrifying. 

You didn’t know what he would do to you, but you knew what he was capable of. All of your anger had left you and you shamefully looked towards the ground instead. Maybe your death wouldn’t be accidental after all.

“N..No. I didn’t mean that,” you said. “I was just scared.”

You remained quiet, refusing to look up at him. You were then greeted with a hug, his usual cheerfulness once again back in place. 

“Aww it’s okay sweetie!! I’m sorry for scaring you!!” He told you. You leaned into him, thankful that he was now back to his usual self. 

Once he finished cuddling you, he pulled away to examine the cut on your cheek.

“Let’s get that fixed up, okay?”

“O-okay.”

It didn’t take long. He had easily broken into a nearby pharmacy and grabbed a handful of things. The two of you sat in the middle of the pharmacy, and he dabbed a cotton ball on your cheek. You hissed in pain, and he laughed. 

“Does it hurt that much?” He asked you. You nodded. “You’re really fragile! And really cute~”

As he placed a comically large bandage on your cheek, you immediately thanked him. He smiled as he spoke.

“Mark.”

“What?” You said, furrowing your brows. 

“My name! It’s Mark. Mark Grayson.”

…Huh. That name didn’t ring a bell. 

“Okay then. Thanks, Mark,” you told him. He nodded. 

“What’s your name?”

Well... there was no point in lying to him.

“It’s Y/n,” you told him. He lit up.

“Hi Y/n!!” Anddd he was cuddling you again. “Let’s stick together forever, okay?” 

“...O-okay.”

He was… a handful. You quickly learned that playing along was better than outright refusing his advances. 

You never wanted to see that side of him again. 

Goggles Invincible

“Why would you want to go home dear? You have me.” 

It was difficult to convince him of anything.

You were currently sitting in his lap, your eyes focused on anything else but him. Both of you were far away from all the turmoil now, and the grassy area you were currently in was quiet. 

“I wanted to say goodbye to my family,” you said. “If you say you love me, then I should at least be able to make decisions.”

It was hard to gauge his emotions while goggles covered his eyes. He was currently smiling though. 

“That’s a fair point... A relationship does require input from both parties.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Unfortunately, I don’t like your family.”

That was his way of saying that he’d kill your family on the spot. You remained quiet as he continued to speak.

“Have anything else in mind?”

What else could you think of? A frown was on your face as you finally mustered up the courage to look at him. 

“I’d really wish you’d go die in a hole somewhere,” you stated. His smile had widened at that response. 

“How cute. If I died, then who would take care of you, hm?” 

“I am capable of handling myself.”

“I highly doubt that.” Before you could protest, his hand tugged gently at your shirt. You froze at the sudden contact. “Your clothes are covered in ash. A change in outfit would be nice, don’t you think?”

You looked away, before nodding in agreement. Your eyes were now hopeful as you spoke.

“I can go home and change-”

“No, there’s a small store nearby,” he said. Well that completely killed off your hope. “We’ll go there.”

“...Alright.”

He then lifted you into his arms before taking off into the skies. The silence was eating at you, but you refused to speak.

“Aren’t you curious about how I look?” He asked you. The thought had never crossed your mind until now. You furrowed your brows, but nodded.

He then paused his flight in midair, before pulling off the mask, the goggles leaving with it. You couldn’t stop your surprised expression. 

He was… pretty good looking. Too bad his personality completely ruined that fact. He gave you a small smile. 

“So, am I your type?”

You frowned. 

“Unfortunately, homicidal people are not my type.”

He chuckled before pulling his mask and goggles back into place. 

“I’m more of a sadist, actually,” he told you. “You know, you were much more open to me killing people in my world. I guess this version of you is more…soft.”

“I don’t know the me from your world,” you stated. “I would never approve of killing.”

“Hm…”

He landed in front of the small store, before setting you down. You noticed the store was dimly lit inside, and you tried the door. 

“It’s closed,” you murmured.

His hand then burst through the front window, shattering it into pieces. 

“Not anymore.”

The thought of breaking and entering didn’t sit well with you, but you needed clothes. You made your way inside, him standing right behind you. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about-

“Can I…help you?”

A new voice made you freeze in place. A worker was looking directly at the two of you, clothes in hand. She seemed to have been restocking.

“I’ll pay for the window! And the clothes!” You exclaimed, your tone panicked. “We won’t hurt you, I promise!”

“Speak for yourself…” He murmured, just loud enough for the worker to hear. She froze at his words, before responding. 

“You triggered a silent alarm when you broke the glass. The police are on their way.”

“I see.” In an instant he was now standing behind the worker, resting a hand on her shoulder. He calmly spoke to you. “Y/n… Would you like me to kill this person?”

“No,” you hissed. “Let’s just get the clothes and leave.”

“That option is boring,” he stated. “How about this? Either I kill this worker right now. Or… I kill whoever shows up to the alarm.”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“Of course if you pick the second option then we’ll have to wait,” he mused.

“I won’t let you do that!” You exclaimed.

“You know you can't stop me.”

“Then… t-then I won’t choose!”

“That’s fine… I’ll just kill her. And whoever shows up.”

His hand gripped the worker's shoulder much more tightly as she yelled out in pain.

“Stop!!” you pleaded. He smiled at you, before loosening his grip.

“Make your decision, sweetheart.”

Your heart was once again racing. As your eyes shifted over to the worker, she spoke to you, the look of pure desperation in her eyes.

“Please... I have a family…”

The wailing sirens were now outside the small building. As two officers entered the store, you shut your eyes, his words ringing in your head.

~

You exited the building, clothes in hand, and a thousand yard stare on your face. He casually flicked the blood off his right hand as he spoke. 

“Well, that was fun,” he said. His now clean hand then rested on the top of your head, before he leaned in, kissing the area gently. “Look on the bright side… At least you didn’t have to pay for the clothes.” 

Sinister Mark

“Oh stop acting like a child. I only broke your arm.”

His words were humiliating. 

You attempted to catch your breath, your back against the cold ground. He was sitting on top of you, casually continuing the one-sided conversation. 

“Though I’ll admit, you were tougher than I expected,” he said.  

As he pulled himself off you, you internally calmed, thankful that this nightmare was over. You then dragged yourself up into a sitting position, clutching your broken arm. When you noticed that he was smiling at your misfortune, you gritted your teeth. 

“What’s the matter?” The words had left your mouth before you could even stop yourself. “Too afraid to kill me?”

The smile immediately left his face. In an instant he was once again over you, his hand harshly gripping your throat. 

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said. “I let you live because you’re the only thing that’s intriguing on this planet.”

You could barely speak now, your throat burning as you gasped for air. He was not letting up. You clawed at his glove with your one good arm. He watched your expression for a bit, before releasing his hold on you. As you choked for air, he frowned, your words ringing in his head. 

Why couldn’t he just kill you? 

He wanted to bash your head in. It wouldn’t be difficult. But something in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him. 

“…”

He then crouched down, one of his gloved hands resting on your good arm. You froze in place at the sudden contact. 

“Stop being difficult,” he told you. “You know you can't beat me.”

He then pulled you up. Your eyes remained focused on the ground as you gritted your teeth. He was right, it was hopeless. 

“I know that,” you murmured. "But I can’t… I can’t let you do what you want.” 

He grew silent. This was all a game to him. But to you it was… something else.

Your eyes widened when you felt his gloved hand rest gently against your face. And your heartbeat sped as he wiped away a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek. A mix of surprise and confusion was on your face, your eyes still trained on the ground. 

“You shouldn’t be so quick to throw your life away,” he warned you. One of his fingers tilted your head up, and he looked you over. You frowned. 

“Why… aren’t you killing me?” You asked him. He leaned in, whispering in your ear. 

“Do you want me to?” 

You looked away, considering his words. As you did that he grabbed your broken arm and harshly shifted it, causing you to scream out at the sudden pain. He then immediately let go, and you clutched your arm, a throbbing pain now aching the area. 

“Well would you look at that? You can scream,” he said. “I’ve never put a limb back in place, but I’m sure you’ll figure out the rest.”

Your eyes just looked at him, before you realized what he meant. 

You had feeling in your arm again. He had put it back in place. You were completely silent now, unable to process what was happening. 

“Be sure to keep me more entertained the next time we meet,” He said. As he leaned in, you froze, before you felt his lips brush against your forehead. “I intend to make you scream more. One way or another.”

“Fuck you,” you said. 

He smiled this time, not bothering to respond. He then took off straight up into the sky, before pausing for a split second, and shooting off to the right. Once he had left your field of vision you collapsed to the ground, clutching your arm. 

You couldn’t believe you had survived that. 

Your eyes then searched the ground below, looking for something you had lost during the battle. After some time you found your earpiece, and you hastily put it back into your ear.

“Please pick up, please…” you whispered. “Cecil? Cecil!?”

“Y/n?” His voice, and the slight static, caused you to sigh in relief. “Are you alright?” 

“I encountered one of the Invincible variants. I… couldn’t beat him.” Tears spilled down your cheek now, but you maintained a calm tone as you clutched your arm.

“Jesus, Y/n. You’re alive, that’s all that matters,” Cecil said to you. “Should I send help?”

“No,” you quickly replied. “I don’t know if he’s still in the area. I’d rather be the only casualty if he is.”

“Are you injured?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” you lied. “I just need some time to recover. Don’t send anyone.”

“...Alright kid, take as much time as you need.”

The line went dead, and you pulled the earpiece out your ear before forcing yourself to stand. 

“Next time…” You whispered, wiping away your tears. “I’ll be ready next time.”

~

Posting this on April 1st is wild lol. This took longer than usual to write, but I liked how all the stories turned out.

I only intended for this to have two parts. So I have no idea what I am going to write after this.

I'm back with my art shsh

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⊹ Sinister Mark x Fem!Reader ⊹ ⁀➴

blood // cannibalism // mdni // sfw // possessive and obsessive // violence? //

“You taste even better than before.”

The man before you hums in satisfaction, his tongue flicking out to lap up the streak of blood trailing down your temple- the result of a crash he caused.

The resemblance is uncanny. He looks just like Invincible, but something is off. The yellow and black costume, the unkempt scruff, the way his eyes seem darker, hungrier. Maybe you never noticed on TV, or maybe he wasn’t meant to be seen like this. Up close, he’s terrifying.

He tilts his head, studying the tremble in your gaze. “Why do you look so confused? It’s me, sweet.” His grip tightens. His voice is softer now, but not in a way that soothes. “Still sweet,” he murmurs, as if he’s reminding himself. Then, quieter, a murmur, “A little more savory than her, though.”

Your stomach turns.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You thrash, desperate to break free, but his fingers only sink deeper into your skin.

He just smiles.

“Very different, too. She was a quiet, weak little thing, cowering at every move I made.” His grip tightens as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “And here you are, fighting me.” He chuckles, low and amused. “Cute.”

Your teeth grind together as you suck in a sharp breath, ready to spit venom, to scream, to do something-

But he silences you with a bloodstained finger pressed against your lips.

“Shhh.” His voice is almost tender. Almost.

His gaze drags over your face, hungry, starved. “It’s been so long since I saw you. I couldn’t help myself, you know?” He exhales like he’s savoring the moment, like he’s remembering something intoxicating. “You were the best dessert I ever had.” His lips curve, eyes dark with something twisted.

“I couldn’t stop.” His thumb brushes your chin, smearing warmth across your skin. “Just thinking about you makes me feel starved.”

“That won’t happen again, though.” His smirk deepens, eyes glinting with something dark. “It was too quiet without you. And I have needs, y’know.”

“What the f-” Your voice shakes, but the fury in your chest burns hotter. “Let me go! You’re insane!” You shove at him with everything you have, but he barely moves, only letting out an amused huff.

Annoyed, he shifts, pressing closer, caging your body against his. The air around you thickens, suffocating.

“Wow,” he murmurs, his head tilting like he’s listening to something. “Your heart’s beating so fast.” A slow grin creeps across his face.

His fingers curl tight around your wrist, feeling the pulse hammering beneath your skin.

“What is it?” He leans in, voices a whisper against your ear.

“Are you scared of me too?”

He leans in, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhales deeply.

“You smell just like her.” His voice is almost a groan, laced with something sickeningly pleased.

Your mind rings in panic.

“I’m taking you with me,” he murmurs, his grip unrelenting. “You’ll learn to like it.” A careless shrug, like this is all so simple. So inevitable.

Then his eyes flick down, raking over the torn fabric of your shirt, lingering too long.

“Look at you… new and improved.” His lips curl, dark amusement dancing in his gaze.

“Yeah,” he breathes, voice thick with certainty.

“I like you more already.”

Doom fills you, heavy and suffocating, sinking into your bones like a death sentence.

Your breath shudders, shallow and uneven. Every nerve in your body screams for you to run, to fight, but his grip is iron, his presence is overwhelming.

He watches you, his smirk widening as if he feels the fear rolling off you.

“There it is,” he murmurs, pleased. “That feeling. I missed this.”

A shiver crawls down your spine.

You try to move, anything, but he only presses closer, his warmth suffocating, his strength inescapable.

“You can feel it too, can’t you?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin. “That sinking, twisting, crushing feeling.”

His fingers trail up your arm, slow, deliberate, pressing just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. The heat of your blood, the fragile rhythm, it fascinates him.

“You’re mine, and I’m not letting go this time.”

He leans down again, his tongue dragging slowly along the side of your face, lapping up the fresh blood seeping from the gash. Another satisfied hum rumbles in his chest.

“You taste so good.”

His scruff scrapes against your skin, a cruel irritation that only adds to the violation.

“God damn it, stop-”

Before you can finish, his hand snaps around your throat, cutting off the rest of your words. Your eyes go wide as his grip tightens, his gaze sharpening into something cold and dangerous.

“Maybe I won’t appreciate that loud mouth after all,” he sighs, almost disappointed.

His dark eyes lock onto yours, drinking in the way you struggle beneath him. Then his gaze flickers lower, settling on your bloodstained lips. A smirk tugs at his mouth. He tilts his head, mockingly thoughtful- before crashing down, stealing the air from your lungs in a brutal, controlling kiss.

It hurts.

His teeth sink into your lips, claiming, devouring, you swear you can feel his jaw pressing into yours, an unrelenting force that demands everything. The taste of blood, coppery and warm, spreads between you.

When he finally pulls back, he lingers, his breath still ghosting over your skin. And then he sees it-

A beautiful sight.

Your lips, swollen and trembling, your chin slick with fresh blood. His work. His.

A slow and sharp shiver runs up his spine, like the edge of a blade dragging against bare flesh. Want. Hunger. Lust. It coils inside him, tightening, suffocating, consuming.

His thumb reaches out, smearing the crimson across your lips, his touch almost loving.

“You wear it so well,” he murmurs, voice thick with something dark and insatiable. He brings his finger to his mouth for a taste.

You tremble, your body instinctively curling in on itself, trying to shrink away, to disappear.

But he doesn’t let you.

“Uh uh uh,” he tuts, shaking his head, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. His fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t hide from me.”

His grin stretches wider, wicked and hungry.

“I’m going to savor you.”

His thumb drags along your bloody lips, his touch almost gentle, mockingly so. Then, he presses it into your mouth, testing, teasing.

“Every. Last. Piece”

A/N: Felt like writing for one of my favorite cannibals! I really wanted to lean into the whole “people eater Mark” thing •𐃷•

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Aftons relationships-my headcanons

In my version William doesn't love his family-he manipulated them (mostly Mrs Afton because he knows her the most)

Mrs Afton is sweet person who gets wrong person (ekhem William ekhem) but loves her kids

She LOVED William but when she found out how he really is, started to hate him and feeling bitter fir being manipulated for many years and at the end-they get divorce

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