(Idk who the artist be)
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Feitan X f!reader
!Contain dark contact! (Cannibalism, smut, Feitan , and bad things)
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Each day was fraught with peril, even the simplest interactions could ignite Feitan’s explosive rage. A casual conversation with him might suddenly trigger his fury. The transition from an ordinary moment to one of unhinged aggression was alarmingly swift before you could process what had happened, he had escalated a minor irritation into something far more sinister, a tempest of anger consuming everything in its path.
You lived in a constant state of trepidation, haunted by the chilling suspicion that he could take a life without a moment's hesitation. The thought of his heinous acts was suffocating you imagined the grotesque methods he employed to “dispose” of his victims, dismembering them and storing the parts in the refrigerator as if they were mere leftovers. The horror didn't end there.
He would turn those remains into twisted culinary creations, presenting them to you as meals he expected you to consume. Each bite in those repulsive dishes felt like eating a grim reminder of his control over you, grotesque punishments for some imagined transgression you could never quite identify.
"You're.. awake.." he sneered, his voice dripping with impatience. The heavy air thickened with tension, coiling around you like a serpent, and an instinctual shiver raced down your spine. You hurriedly sit up, acutely aware of the simmering anger radiating from him.
"I can’t sleep" you stammered, each word coated in a layer of fear. "My stomach hurts, I haven’t eaten"
As Feitan walks towards you, the sting of his slap rang out, sharp and jarring, leaving you clutching your cheek in disbelief and pain. Despite the overwhelming urge to retaliate or plead, you remained on guard, the hurt radiating from your cheek as you suppressed a whimper, silently absorbing the humiliation without uttering a word.
"..food in..fridge.." he hissed, grabbing your hair forcefully to force you to meet his gaze.
Yanking your hair with such brutal force, you felt as if it might tear right from your scalp. He spat your name venomously, a harsh sound that made your heart race. "..useless..”
You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes, a silent admission of defeat, and he finally released you. Feitan then grabs your arm, dragging you toward the kitchen with little regard for your struggle, and threw you into a corner as if you were no more than discarded trash.
He opened the refrigerator and began to heat something in the microwave, the sound of the beeping timer echoing ominously in the silence. After a few moments, he returned with two dog bowls, one filled with food that sent a wave of nausea crashing through you, and the other with water drawn directly from the faucet.
He dropped the bowls in front of you with a thud, and you recognized the contents all too well your stomach churned with the horrific knowledge of what lay within. You felt an overwhelming urge to vomit, but deep down, you knew that if you did, the consequences is heavily on you.
"..Eat.." Feitan’s voice cut through the silence, his tone both expectant and ominous as he watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With trembling hands, you slowly brought the food to your lips, fighting against the tide of tears welling in your eyes. Each bite felt like a struggle, an unwilling submission to his will.
Once you swallowed the food, you heard the sound of clothes being removed. Looking up just to be met with Feitan’s dick in front of your face.
Grabbing your face and forcing your mouth open by holding your nose tightly, shoving his dick in your mouth with such force.
He's pounding into your mouth with harsh precision, each hard swip! Of his balls slapping against your chin filled the room accompanied with your shared gasping and gags.
"Fucking…slut." He grits out before snapping his hips in an unforgiving speed. You scream onto his dick and your hands clench at his thighs for support, each time his mushroomed tip kissed your the back of your throat.
.”..swallow.” Feitan commands. after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out.
After a moment, he nudged your bowl slightly, urging you to resume eating as if it were the most normal request in the world. Obliging, you forced yourself to take another bite.
Feitan’s presence felt suffocating, and as he walked towards the stairs, you took a moment to breathe, trying to collect yourself.
Before long, he returned, and what he held in his arms sent a wave of horror crashing over you. He cradled a grotesque creation a doll fashioned from the flesh of his victims, a macabre testament to his twisted mind.
“…Look at.. Mommy…" he murmured softly, his voice now eerily gentle as he displayed the horrific abomination before you.
Your heart raced as he placed the doll before you. Each stitch and seam told a story of terror, a chilling reminder of what he was capable of, and yet he spoke as if the two of you had a happy family, even though you had never given birth.
The tears you had been fighting so hard to hold back threatened to spill over, heavy with despair. How had it come to this? The man you once thought you loved had transformed into a source of fear and dread. Yet, this is Feitan after all. Your psychopath husband.
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