Sebastian Stan Imagines

- Cannibal -

TRIGGER WARNING - Cannibalism, Chopping up body parts, mentions of murder, and more.

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~I have a heart I swear I do
But just not baby when it comes to you~

You hum along to the music slicing through the flesh of your most recent victim.

~I get so hungry, when you say you love me. Hush, if you know what's good for you~

The victims eyes start to twitch and you roll your chair along the tiles so he can see you. "Hiya John" you say smiling.

His eyes flash with fear and he starts grumbling, trying to say words but is unable.

"Dont try. You're completely paralyzed, so don't worry you won't feel a thing...yet" you smile before rolling back over to the leg you were sawing off.

~I think your hot i think you're cool, you're the kinda guy I'd stalk in school~

"Y'know John, if you didn't try to touch me without my concent, this wouldn't have happened...so fast" you shrugged as some blood splattered onto your scrubs.

"I was going to wait a little bit, then chop you up. But you--" you grab a knife rolling over to his face and pointing the knife at him. "decided to be a bad boy, and bad boys get punished" you mock pout before going back to finish the job.

~But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus. Now im gonna eat you, fool~

You grab the now severed leg and place it onto a separate table, rolling the table into a freezer before taking care of John. Wrapping up his stump and giving him pain medication before dragging him back to his room-- or cell.

Taking your scrubs off and washing your hands before walking to the freezer the smell of blood and meat filling your nostrils.

Taking out an arm and placing it onto your kitchen table dancing around holding a knife in the air.

"I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch" you put the arm meat into a shredder letting it cut perfect sized pieces. "Then when I'm thirsty I drink their blood" you sing along bopping your head up and down.

~Carnivore, animal, i am a cannibal~

"I eat boys up. YOU BETTER RUN" You place each slice into a separate bag sealing them up and placing them into a cardboard box. "I. AM. CANNIBAL" you scream along with the lyrics.

You slide along a wooden floor with your fluffy socks while clicking a button to open the painting on the wall revealing a bunch of photos and belongings. One half for men, the other for women.

"Hmmm Noa, Noa, Noa....where are yo- ah there you are" you grab the photo and a pair of her panties, sliding back over to the kitchen table and placing them on top of her arm meat.

"Whenever you tell me I'm pretty, thats when the hunger really hits me" you sway your hips placing tape over the box lid to seal it up.

~Your little heart goes pitter, patter~

"I WANT YOUR LIVER ON A PLATTER!" You yell before laughing at yourself.

~Use your finger to stir my tea, and for desert ill suck your teeth~

"Be too sweet and you'll be a gonner" You place the box by your front door so it can get picked up in about 5 minutes to be taken to whatever old fat fuck bought it.

~I'll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer~

You clean everything up wiping down the benches and just listening to the song. "I eat boys up, Breakfast and Lunch" you use the bloodied knife as a microphone. "Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood"

"Carnivore, animal, I am a cannibal.
I eat boys up. You better run~

"Baby? I'm home!" You hear your wonderful fiance call through the house.

"I'm in here!" You yell from the kitchen and turn the music down.

You see Steve walk in with a smile his bright blue eyes lighting up when they meet yours. "How was your day?" You ask him resting your arms on his shoulders and playing with his hair.

He hums "it was alright. I missed you though" He said pulling your waist towards him and kissing your lips.

You and Steve have known eachother since you were 16. You both got pulled into cannibalism at around 19 and since then you've been working together slicing people and selling their meat for a shit ton of money.

You both confessed your feelings when you were 20 and have been together ever since. Nothing has ever gotten between you, and nothing ever will.

"I missed you too. I had to chop John up today. He wasn't being very good" you said shrugging. "His leg's in the freezer"

"Walker? What did he do?" Steve asked.

"Tried to touch me sexually. Didn't get very far before I knocked him over the head" you said pointing towards the shattered vase that was on the living room floor.

Steves eyes fired up in anger "He what?" His tone was deep and menacing as his eyes visibly darkened.

Hot.

"Its okay, I handled it." You stated taking his face in your hands and rubbing a thumb over his lips. "Now who do you want for dinner?" You asked heading over to the fridge.

"Hmm....do we have any hope left?" He asked moving towards the fridge standing behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Yup. Right here." You grab out the container before getting other ingredients and preparing a meal as Steve watched you with a smile.