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Thank you for singe handedly feeding us... 🙏

I saw that one scenario about pregnant pre-amputee reader running away, and I got an idea. What if, you know, some years passed and the oldest son (since the baby in that fic was a boy) realized with time his father is not normal and he is trying to protect his mama, and maybe turn his younger siblings against him? Like, he's very protective and since Danya is getting older and his son (or sons) would probably be a lot like him, so very strong and all that, causing problems... I can imagine it would be something maybe Danya would have a hard time to deal with? Feel free to ignore, ofc! <3

Thank you too my dear readers ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ♡ hehe this req is what I've been waiting for. Idk how to put title on this post yea it's mostly about his son.

MDNI

Let's say reader try to tell her son for awareness because he's asking and confused of Danya's erratic behavior.

☆At early age you can't convince a child that his pa his unwell even you tell him yourself because simply that's his pa. His pa reads him before bedtime, feeds him, call him by little star so why would you say he's crazy? Danya have shaped his boy like a center of his world not much until that wall might crack.

☆Instead, the boy notices your strange mood by his own understanding. You're always looking out like holding something back or never go out without Danya. It's you he sees as the strange one. You—with your dissociation, you never leave the house, you're an amputee.

“Why doesn't Mama have arms and legs?”

☆If Danya finds out his son sees you that way, it pisses him off. He knows the boy doesn't mean harm, but he won't tolerate is his son looking at you like you're something broken. You've done nothing but care, stay gentle, and be patient through everything, and Danya sees that. He'd snap to make it clear that if anyone in this house is worth looking up to, it's you.

☆As the boy gets older, he never thought he'd stumble in the back of the hallway closet, the one his pa always kept shut with a box jammed under the door like a wedge. He had knocked the box loose by accident while looking for something. Curiosity got the best of him, there's various of clothes, baby clothes they once wear passed down. It made him smile as he opened a folder containing letters of his pa then a photo of a familiar woman with different name, younger, faded in a yellowish poster entitled with Have You Seen Her? bold letter and other various newspaper printouts.

Like the way most people his age does, his son searched your old name on some social. He learned that you used to have arms and legs then confront you all shaky.

“Was it really an accident?”

“What accident, ma?”

“Mama, please.”

Your son dropped to his knees, hands on your lap, sobbing for the man he knew who raised him, fed him, kissed his forehead goodnight… not for the monster hiding beneath the flannel and fatherly smiles. He clung to you like he was five again, whispering.

“I'll get you out, I swear I'll get us out.”

☆The son would choose to run away with you; he won't rely for help. He knows what his pa is capable of. Danya could easily turn things just like how the boy was manipulated so for now he'll do whatever it takes to keep you both free from his pa's reach.

☆If they actually ran away Danya will SEARCH. It doesn't matter if you eventually report because he will get his way back to your life.

☆Danya have noticed kid/s are being protective of you and he gets bothered though he wouldn't admit it. He's obsessed with being the only one you turn to in moments. Basically, he wants to be HEAVIER when it comes to your needs.

☆When he finds you, he's ready to kill his son. He kills you next, cradles your body, then kills himself. It happened when Danya came attempting to choke you while he asks where he is. Then your son, came stumbling into the room behind him to protect you but Danya didn't hold back. He stabbed his son in the neck.

☆If Danya's son turned out like him, he's even worst. The son doesn't just lack remorse or has violent streak but enjoys hurting animals and people too. Growing up under a father who's controlling, violent, self-centered and a mother figure who's been mutilated, quiet about what happened because you protect him emotionally. The son will feel the hypocrisy of the household.

☆rebel!son would execute Danya in gruesome way possible when he learned everything.

☆Danya's son looked like him physically too. 6-footer, same jaw, that bump in his nose, teeth and build. MC finna get flashbacks.

☆He will see his son like a threat to you now he gotta get rid of him. Might beat him to death or set him up.

“I have to kill it before it kills her.”

☆Danya's self-loathing crashes in where he thinks he failed his son. So he fears he turns like him, yet he'd get furious that his son disrespects him, that he's reckless, cruel, uncontrollable. I guess 'what goes around comes around'. This is how Danya experiences a hard time. He could be older like 60 or 70 he'll have it planned when he want to get rid of him. Blud does NOT know about his pa's prime.

I'm sssorry I don't get the 'and maybe turn his younger siblings against him?' do you mean his siblings would turn against the rebel son? or do you mean turn his siblings against Danya? hate him and stuffs? Welp Danya will not stand there quiet and let them spit on his name. He knows why it's happening; you might've talked behind his back or they learned everything. Ends up killing them too.

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Daniel disappear and appearing surprising the mc in the lake reminds of the ‘I think moto mot likes you’ meme. Can you do hcs of Daniel after mc gives birth to a child? And how he would raise them? Thank you!

Lmfaoo I have some saved Daniel edits with that sound. Let me share - ★ ☆

Danya raising his kids headcanons and what he's like to mc after childbirth

☆At first few weeks Danya wouldn't let you lift a finger. He wants you to rest and recover fast even at 2:00 am when the baby needs breastfeed he'll hold you down and tell you to go back to sleep, so you have to pump milk in a bottle before bedtime. He loves that setup because it means he gets to do everything himself at night.

☆Danya holds the baby with one arm, feeds with the other. Sometimes dozes off with the baby lying on his chest after. Wouldn't mind not checking the farm. He doesn't see it as a burden, anyone who tries to tell him otherwise can shut the hell up.

☆I think he takes out the kid in the other room or porch when they wailed. >_< He doesn't want you hearing the noise. He'd scoop the wailing baby up and remove them from the room like a bomb about to go off.

“You're okay... Let's not wake mama, hmm?”

☆It doesn't sound right to Danya when you tell him you look gross after childbirth. All that insecurities, although he's aware of your pain he gets upset and it offends something inside him when you degrade yourself. He'd try to fix that insecurity by bathing you, dressing you in something he finds flattering and hold you while breastfeeding.

☆Ever since the childbirth, he changes clothes twice a day because he might soil his newborn.

☆Danya will boil a plant to make the house smell how you like it.

☆pre-amputee!reader. Him seeing you cradling the baby in your arms makes him want to make another with you. Danya just stands there in the doorway, silent, hand clenching the doorframe. That moment you coo to the baby, soft voice curling around the quiet air of the farmhouse like warmth, like you're talking like he's right all along, all his.

☆post-amputee!reader who can't hold their baby right. Danya will have to position the baby carefully, guiding them toward your chest. He cups the back of the baby's head with his hand, resting it against your breast while keeping the infant balanced across your lap as the baby latches with faint suckling sound.

☆post-amputee!reader. He'd help you pump, carefully securing the flange around your nipple. His hand steadies the pump, other cupped under the bottle like he thinks it'll fall. Fingers graze your skin as he caresses your breast but it's not sexual.

☆He still think you'll try to run away again and it makes him feel upset for thinking about it so he makes you get in the bed before him.

☆reader has a HIGH chance of postpartum depression. He'd think it's the same act as when you were kidnapped. Crying more than the baby and withdrawn so he does the same as well. He'd keep watching you, force you to eat and all.

“I know you're sick. Let me handle this until you're ready again sweet”

☆He missed your pregnant look, all swollen.

☆The pantry still loaded with snacks, pregnant or not lol that shit is stocked with comfort food.

☆He'd tuck your socks in gently every morning.

☆Danya is insatiable, canonically never tire of sex. He gets turned on everything waif do. You snapped at him when he hovers too much so he walks around the house all tense, and lowkey overstimulate himself to ruin you properly later. He sleeps beside you every night but doesn't do anything it makes him mad.

☆His children grew up believing their father, no doubt they'll idolize their old man because he literally taught them everything just like his grandfather does. Tending the farm, chores, loyalty and to be protective.

“Mama's been through a lot… sometimes she forgets what's good for her. You tell Papa if she gets upset, alright?”

☆He'd tell stories to his kids about farm life he romanticize before bedtime, pretends it's a book story but it's about him lowkey.

☆Once caught you asleep with the baby curled on your chest, well fed and resting. There's that look of fascination in his eyes. He brushes his thumb over your damp nipple, murmuring words before he lowering his head, tongue lapping softly to drink you.

☆One of his kids inherited the mole on his chin.

☆He'd call the baby a cute Slavic nickname his grandma used to call to him remembering as a child and you find it wholesome.

“Moya malen'kaya zvezdochka…”

☆Whenever he does something right, something small or big like cleaning the bottles, change diaper, watch the baby and all that. Danya acts like everything he does is just routine but the truth is, he wants you to notice. His chest warms up when you comment something. Every time you speak to him like that, he'll worship you more. You don't even realize the power you have over him.

☆He may be a busy man but he'll manage to have meal with you and the kids. That's what families are should be, right?

☆Sometimes he sees himself as his grandfather.

☆He gets moments of panic when he sees his kid growing quiet, distant, or scared of him. He might say sorry when the damage is done.

“I know I messed up. I just don't want you to hate me.” He wants to be a better dad. He really does.

☆Danya isn't the type of parent who get bothered when his kids are soiled. He'd let them play on a dirt. It's part of a country life, to get dirty. When they trip, they stand up, no soft spoiled crybabies allowed. He thinks it's part of growing up right it's funny because it's like an independence but with you, he want you to need him. It's just different with you.

☆Fav thing he do with the kids is to harvest in the crops. Corn, beans, tomatoes etc.

☆He sends the kids in school with you, complete family in that truck. He handles everything. The bags, the seatbelts, pack lunch. People would see the truck pull up and they don't know anything. Better be that way. He don't speak to other parents, they know they gossip.

art by: s1ckh34d on X

[iioris]

Hi!

Can I request Daniel with a piss kink or having sex outside x fem reader

Be free to Ignore!

tw: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT manhandling, degradation, piss kink, dub-con, very filthy, public sex, rough sex. fem!readerxDaniil smut

A throb just behind your left eye where his fist connected hours ago in that alley. Now you're flat on your back on the torn leather seat of his truck. Legs bent, jeans pushed down to your knees. Danya's body is caged over yours as he dicks you down. You don’t even remember when he got your underwear off, only the hot stretch when he pushed inside you without warning.

Your back slides against the seat, sticky with sweat in each slam, your thighs pinned wide open by the weight of his body and anger that runs under his skin, and you’re the only one who gets to take it. Calloused hands are rough on your jaw, thumb in your mouth to shut you up from moaning so loud.

The truck sat idle at the edge of the fairground, its engine long cooled. From across the open field, distant music floated on the summer air. You stiffened when you heard a burst of laughter rang out, all sudden. It echoed faintly from beyond the fence making your pussy clench tight around him. Danya's breath hitched, the low groan he gave pressed hot against your ear.

His cock punches deep with every thrust, the tip grazing that sore, perfect spot that makes your spine curl. Your eyes roll back when he hits it again, again and that’s when he leans in, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping between your faces. “They're laughing at you...” Your cunt's soaked sloppy, sucking him in greedily. Slick drips down your ass and onto the truck as he pulls out partway just to watch it before slamming back in.

The sound of it—wet, obscene, so fucking loud in the tight space makes him growl low in his throat. Your thighs twitch, mouth stays open and dumb with pleasure. His fingers slide down to grip under your knees and fold you in, hips bucking yours with no space left between. Every stroke now is full and rooted, shoving his cock deep into you, you can feel him in your stomach. You try to say something only it to break off when he slams in again, hard enough to make your vision blur.

Your body tensed as another ripple of laughter echoed from beyond the trees. It was faint but near enough to send your nerves to edge. You clenched down around him instinctively, breath catching in your throat. The overstimulation, his mockery and pressure of being seen welled up inside you until something gave. A quiet warmth bloomed between your thighs.

His ragged voice is right at your ear. “Look what I do to you.” Your walls clamp down tight, gushing around him as you cave in with a cry that’s more breath than voice. He keeps going, hips snapping faster, chasing his own release while you’re still spasming under him. “...should've never let you go.” his cock pulsed when the pungent smell hit his nostril, twitching inside as cum floods you, messy and hot, dripping back down between your legs.

Danya dropped to his knees and buried his face between your quivering thighs. “Hold it for me, sweet.” He lapped and sucked at your swollen lips, savoring the musky tang of arousal. You writhed and moaned, your cunt's clenching around his probing tongue. As he thrust it deep, he felt a sudden gush of liquid but Danya didn't pull away. Instead, he slurped up every drop. His cock straining again. Face tinged yellow and coating his chin. “I said hold it or I won't stop.”

[iioris]

Imagine being pregnant with Daniel child but one day when he is gone you go into labor and give birth while Daniel is gone.

How would Daniel react to coming back from being away just for a couple of hours seeing them with his child in her arms?

Feel free to Ignore!

That's scary and cute ngl I think reader wouldn't survive that. Yooo what more the reader have to suffer lolll. My bad this one is short! To those who have pending requests, worry not I'm working on it.^^

pregnant!reader giving birth alone ☆ Daniel headcanon + scenario

☆He wouldn't leave you in that state especially when he's keeping track of your due although he wants a home birth. Everything's ready :3 however he had to pick up something from few miles away. It wouldn't hurt to be gone for a bit right?

☆You feel the first weight of labor wave and there's no one around. Your screams echo around the house but no one answers well, Danya didn't tell you he'll be gone.

☆It's painful, you're overwhelmed, crawling desperately on the floor. You don't even know if it will come out but you push and push.

☆There’s a high chance you die on blood lost or pass out after popping out the baby. Danya found you at the bathroom floor, scooped your weak body in his trembling arms after wrapping the baby in towel and took care of the still attached cord.

Gravel crunches beneath boots, and Danya’s already muttering under his breath, irritated about the broken signal. He had only left for a few hours to pick up some supply in the local town. The silence feels wrong.

He sets the bag down on the kitchen table before he calls out, voice lifting slightly. “You sleepin’? You good?” A trail of blood leads from the bedroom to the bathroom. He’s sprinting before his mind catches up. There, you’re slumped on the floor, legs sprawled, blood soaked between your thighs.

The baby’s resting on your chest, crying faintly. His tiny fists balled near your collarbone. “Suka blyad- what the f- what happened?!” Danya falls to his knees beside you. Your hands are trembling. The baby’s breathing but weak. “You gave birth alone? Why the fuck didn’t you call me?!”

“I tried. Signal was out…”

☆Of course he'll be furious to himself. Self loathing at its finest, will never forgive himself for that mistake. You could say “It’s okay, I survived.” but for once, Danya admitted he's guilty and he have failed you.

“My sweet could've died.. I thought I had a time, I should kill myself for this.”

☆Danya will get quiet while you’re resting, sore and exhausted, the baby asleep nearby. He's sitting by the bed, hunched forward, elbows on his knees staring at nothing.

[iioris]

Hello! First off, i love your writing its amazing and in my opinion extremely in character with Daniel😆

If you are comfortable answering, what would happen if pre amputee player was pregnant but managed to escape Daniel for a few good weeks(or months if that is even possible with this man 😅)

And if they were caught again what are the consequences?

Again thank you very much for your fabulous writing i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!!!

Yo I love this request, my fav thing to write is the art of escaping. Thank you anon, you too! Had to make sure the hcs are still in character. >⩊< I'd like to make post amputee escape too lmaoo but howww maybe soon just hmu.

To the others with pending request pls be patient <3 nothing will be ignored!

pre-amputee pregnant!reader escaping Danya headcanon + scenarios

★ - means consequences

Usual day at the farmhouse with warm and golden morning light. Your body feels heavier now with each passing day. Belly round, skin stretched, the baby inside shifts with soft kicks. Danya lingers at the edge of the porch, work gloves already on. “You stay where it's cool, alright?” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

At his heel sits Ollie, a loyal and well trained farm dog to the bone. A Border Collie who listens for everything, watches everything. A kiss is pressed to your forehead. “No wandering. You get dizzy too easy now, Watch her.” Danya tells him, ruffling the thick fur between the dog’s ears.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, the weight of his gaze softens your breath. “He's got more discipline than I do.”

“If you so much as lean too far out that rocking chair, he'll let me know.”

...

You rummaged through the pantry with care, keeping your footsteps soft even on the creaky wooden floor. Every now and then, you glanced behind you where the dog sat as you fill the bowl full just what he likes. You kneeled in front of him. “You've been good.” you whispered.

☆Easiest you could manage to pull an escape is to distract the dog. Knowing Danya is already busy, he knows the dog is his.. Little did he know you've made a bonding with dear Ollie. It was a struggle but geniune. Since you've been tired, moving slower and emotional the dog senses it and actually become more gentler.

☆Over the weeks, you'd feed it pieces and pieces while Danya toiled in the fields. when you snack, rummage through the pantry for treats you feed it. At first Ollie ignored it but dogs are dogs.

You moved quickly past the coop, through the wild brush where the fence had started to rot until you hear a single bark and as the trees swallowed you whole, without looking back. The last thing you hear was the screen door slamming behind.

One hand on your belly the whole time, murmuring soft promises you hoped you’d live long enough to keep. Every rustle made your heart spike paranoid that he would pop up behind but you kept going. Because this time, for a moment, you are free.

☆Of course the dog still barked but he didn't budge when Danya tells him to go find you, your scent, anything.

He's never been real frantic than ever. You are pregnant too how he like that.. He can't believe you did this again.

☆He paced around, jaw clenched like he could bite the sobs back. He hates this part of himself, he was supposed to keep it all together.

☆It won't take long before someone notices you in that state. You’re pregnant, exhausted and dirty, your bladder pressing, ribs aching from running through the uneven terrain. Running away from an isolated farmhouse wasn’t like in the movies bffr. They might call for help or you will call for help worst case, you'll be broadcasted—local missing person found and that's how Danya found you.

☆He knows sending letters blindly will drive you further away so he decided to pretend it came from strangers, your friends he knows well of. Adds things like I saw you downtown, please right back if this is you.

☆Your upcoming labor? Count the days. You'd wake up with newborn in your arms finally, or so you thought. You blink awake to sunlight and he’s there.

☆He'd touch you gently and slow, not the baby yet. “We're going home...” in fact he's more delighted to see you.

You're trembling, face streaked with tears in the passenger seat of the old truck. The baby wrapped in your arms, too small to understand any of it. The road stretches on, but all you see is the blur of your own regret in the window's reflection.

He glances at you, hand tight on the stirring wheel. “Don't cry now, sweet. You scared me half to death. You could've lost our baby out there. Do you even know what that would've done?” that soft voice layered with guilt-tripping venom.

He swallows in a beat of silence, placing a hand on your thigh. “I just wish you didn't make me do this.”

★He installed bell chime the next day, each chime is tuned different so he knows which door it is. The kind that alerts him and the dog instantly the second it jingles.

☆At some point, I think Danya taking you out of the hospital that easily is unrealistic. You escaped, got back to people who care about you, gave birth to a healthy baby boy, seen him crawl for the first time. Life's good to you, it's been quiet awhile until you walked back to the nursery.

There he was. Leaning over the crib like he belongs there. You will never know how he found you.

“He knows his father...”

“He needs me, both of you.”

“You are selfish.”

“Come back to me.”

☆If you resist or freak out in that moment he shows up at the crib he will force you. Force means getting physical. Cover your mouth, say threats and pin you down it hurts.

★When you're very much attached to your baby, he'll threaten to disappear with the child but he know damn well himself he'll choose you over anyone.

★He'd impregnate you once your body is ready to take another breeding. Beside for his desire to have many children, he knows it will make you stay.

The baby slept soundly in the next room, wrapped in soft blankets. You're in your shared bed, body pressed behind yours, heavy and warm, the way he used to hold you always. "You've healed," he whispered against your neck, voice low, like he didn't want to wake the child. “Ten weeks, just like they say.”

★You noticed he got another dog. Now they're two herding companions.

★He'd have the doors jammed if he has to work too far away from the farmhouse. You noticed the windows are barred as if he paid someone for the labor, part of his plan.

That's all I could think of for consequences <𝟑 .ᐟ no matter what you do, Danya will still love you and that's the real consequence.

[iioris]

Hi, I love your writing! Can you do some hcs of Daniel taking MC to a lake, whether they go there swimming together could pre or post amputee mc. Feel free to ignore, thank you!

Danya taking MC out most are pre amputee bcs yk.. More ideas wahahaha anddd I kinda can't think of some hcs in post amputee without making Danya look creepy lol 𓆝 thank you anon! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ check out this one if you haven't seen it. It's the same request as yours.

Danya taking reader to a lake headcanons + scenarios

Pre amputee

☆I think he's not the type to initiate a get away unless you request. There you had mentioned the lake once, he'd take you there like a doting husband for waifcore.

☆He'd tell you to get dressed, suddenly he's dragging you to lake :3 then he will say “You said you wanted a getaway?” if you look confused.

Danya rowed in silence, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the veins in his forearms taut with effort. The boat creaked softly with every pull of the oars. Water lapped against the sides, smooth and rhythmic. Around you, ducks floated, their feathers catching glints of gold from the sinking sun. Lily pads looked like a painting.

You ask to try rowing in which he agrees, but never actually lets go of the oars. “You won't get it right without help.” he says, pulling you gently back between his legs until you're snug against him. His hands cover yours on the oars, large and rough.

You can feel the strength in his grip, even though his touch is careful more than forceful. The oars creak as he moves them with you, guiding each pull through the quiet ripples of the lake. The boat rocks gently, gliding forward in slow, patient strokes. The ducks drift lazily in the distance. Sunlight flickers across the water in the moment. He hums softly, something low and tuneless.

“Do you think they'd ever find us? If we just… let go?” He leans close and kisses your cheek like he didn’t just say something terrifying.

☆He'd stop rowing suddenly then tells you to tie your hair because the wind tangles it. Danya takes so much care to your hair, he grew it, wash it so it bothers him. He gathered your hair and braided it in the middle of the lake. Until you tell him you didn't bring hair tie when he's almost done.

☆There's always a folded towel beneath your seat. He makes sure you never sit on cold wood.

☆He talks to the ducks, saying they're jealous he have you.

☆I'd feel paranoid if his bigass is on the boat, it's groaning like an old man like it will flip.

☆Every time he leans too far to one side, you're grabbing the edge like your life depends on it. You're trying to stay calm, enjoy the water, the ducks, the sunset but Danya shifted his damn thigh and the boat dips dangerously to the side. Even worse, when he stands up for no reason and the boat wobbles like hell, you're begging “Daniel. Sit down. SIT DOWN.”

Later you found a treehouse. Hidden, old, maybe forgotten. Wooden ladder nailed up the trunk, half-covered in vines. Danya stops and tilts his head “You wanna go up?” he asked, already lifting you as if you weigh nothing.

The floorboards creak under his boots. You climb, dust dancing in the sunlight and peeking through broken slats. It's surprisingly spacious. An old mattress in the corner, some abandoned trinkets and a rusted lantern swinging above.

☆He probably bathes in that lake sometimes like it's a normal shower and doesn't understand why you flinch at the idea of dunking your head. Meanwhile you're like 🧍‍♀️ standing on the shore, eyeing the dark water and floating sticks.

“It's fine. People have been swimming here for generations.” He's already waist deep, turning to you.

☆Seeing him in more skin hits different since Danya is always layered up: long sleeves, gloves, boots, he often fucks you clothed but right now he's right there without brim to shade his eyes, no shadow to hide in because he took off THE cap it's almost uncanny.

☆If he's in a playful mood, he might splash water at you unexpectedly or will 100% pull you under for fun then act all smug about it. Might even dip under the water when you're distracted and pop back up right behind you like an alligator.

Post amputee

☆I think he'd believe it's not best to take you to the lake especially if it's deep and the color of it. He knows he's strong but even he can't stop water from swallowing someone if things go wrong. So he brings you near the lake instead of into it.

☆He'd sit you on the shore, maybe under a tree, or on a blanket with a view. Spoils you with food he packed himself while he fish nearby.

☆His resolve crumble if you insist on swimming but he makes sure the water is not murky and your wounds are healed because some lakes have bacteria, algae blooms and parasites.

☆He would hold you the whole time, you're floating in his arms.

☆Swimming pools? No no

[iioris]

Can you make a scenario? Maybe something a bit creepy with Daniel and the reader. Sickly sweetness and nsfw (*´･ω･)

A/n: This took pretty longgg to post bcs I was indecisive which one I'd post the other one was freakier (will post it anyway soon) so I changed it to this, more focused on sickly sweetness smirk emoji. I think it makes sense in my head if I make it a gn!reader to make it lore-related where he still labels you she/her whether you are a male, female, or identify as otherwise in order to justify his actions.

gn!reader x Danya

MDNI

“You're such a pretty girl,” Danya murmurs behind you, voice thick like honey left too long in the sun. The brush scrapes softly through your hair again. Your hair that once cropped short, manageable is now a silken rope, about thirty inches of strands tumbling down your back like a bridal train. He never let you cut it again. “Mama's hair ought to flow,” he said once. “S' what makes her look healthy...”

Danya brushes it every night. Sometimes in the morning too and always while you're still, wrapped in quilts you can't quite escape from, limbs still weak since the last dose he gave you. You can feel the weight of it all over you. Your hair, his big hands. “You keep growinʼ this for me, don't you?” he whispers. “Your body knows better.”

The floor creaked under his boots as he crossed the quiet farmhouse, arms tucked beneath your knees and back. He smelled like woodsmoke and sun-warmed flannel. “Time to get cleaned up, sweetpea.” he murmured against your temple, lips brushing your skin. “Someone at the store looked at you,” almost like it slipped out. “That one cashier with the buzzed hair. They asked if I was taking care of you right. Can you believe that?” He scoffed, though it came out tight. “Said you looked… tired.” He nudged the bathroom door open with his boot.

The tub was already steaming, filled nearly to the brim with fragrant warm as he set your naked body. “You know I tried every damn brand in the store before finding the right one?” His voice drips with pride. He's crouched by the tub, sleeves rolled, calloused hands squeezing warm water through your hair. Your bare back sticks to the porcelain.

Then you remember telling him you're dizzy from the lavender oil fumes and the heat so he made a homemade. Oils from the rosemary out back with oat's milk and apple cider vinegar. “You didn't want none of the chemical-smelling ones.” he mumbles, working a thick, pearlescent lather into your scalp.

He reaches for a towel and begins to wring the water out of your hair slowly, tenderly after washing. His eyes don’t leave it for a second. Then the cloth in his hand moved in slow, circular strokes—down your shoulders, over your chest, across your thighs. He brought the cloth up again, dragging it over your neck, your belly, his hand lingering just a moment too long before lifting the copper pail. The warm water cascaded over you, washing away the suds. “There we go..” he whispered, watching it all slide down your skin.

Now you sat on the old wooden stool in front of the hearth, wrapped in a soft dress. The brush slips from his hand. He gathers your hair in both palms, buries his face into it like it's the only thing keeping him alive. “You know, they used to say a woman's hair is her crown? But you, sweetheart…” He leaned down, nose brushing the shell of your ear.

You exhaled slowly, tilting your head just enough for his breath to graze more of your neck. A silent permission. Your hand lifted, fingers weaving back into his as they rested in your hair. His pulse thumped against your skin and he leaned in, pressing a soft, shaky kiss to the crook of your neck then another. The tip of his nose dragged across your jaw.

When you turned your face slightly to meet him, his lips met yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly grew needy. His hands, still tangled in your long, drying hair, pulled you closer. You felt the tension in him coil tight as your breath caught. His hand slid to your waist, firm and trembling.

His fingers tightened on your waist, tugging you gently off the stool and into his lap as he sank down in front of the hearth. You straddled him instinctively, your long hair spilling around the both of you like a veil. His hands slid under the dress he had wrapped you in, worshipping and greedy at once.

He bunched the fabric around your hips, fingers tracing the curve of your thigh before moving inward, until his hand was pressed between your legs, cupping the heat he found there. “You always know what I need don't you, sweet?”

You nodded faintly, body pliant in his arms, your own hands fisting into the front of his shirt. He pushed your dress higher, positioning you over him, guiding himself to your entrance with a shuddering groan. You sank down on him slowly, your breath hitching at the stretch. He filled you completely, his hands gripping your hips.

Danya's eyes fluttered shut, your hair spilled over his shoulders. His hips flexing, moving slow and deep, each thrust laced with worship and obsession. You clung to him as your climax hit—blinding, hot, and raw. Danya followed right after, muffling his release in your shoulder with a broken sound that didn’t sound entirely human.

Later, You sat curled in Danya's armchair, a quilt draped over your lap while he set the mismatched wooden tray over your knees “Fresh, just for you.” part of his aftercare is to serve a warm stew later. The aroma filled the cabin. Onions, garlic, a deep, iron tang that clung to your tongue long after the first bite.

You chewed slowly, brow furrowing. “Pork stew today?” you asked, voice muffled around the mouthful. He paused by the hearth, spoon still in hand. “It's tender, isn't it?” he said like he hadn’t heard the question. “Figured you needed something hearty. You've been looking pale.” You glanced toward the window. The truck hadn't moved in days.

“I thought we were out of food?” you asked again, swallowing hard. Your spoon hovered mid-air. Danya smiled too wide. “We were,” he admitted, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “But the Lord provides.”

“I ran into someone,” he continued, calm as if discussing the weather. “That cashier. From the little gas station by the highway? Always gave you those funny looks. Like they knew something they shouldn't.” Your stomach clenched. The stew suddenly felt heavy, thick in your throat.

“They asked too many questions,” he said softly, now sitting beside you. He cupped your face with warm fingers, brushing your cheek. “I couldn't let them think they could take you away.”

tw: sexual content, porn with plot, cannibalism (not me putting this label under :3 I wanted to catch y'all off guard lol I thought I ate.)

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I miss u Josiah I miss him I miss him yo Turnip where you gone bro it's been 3 years (mb take ur time) cri emoji..

I only like Francis because he looks like Josiah

So close! Welcome back Josiah nguyen

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What if Daniel and Reader wanted to start a family?

You mean reader is willing and all? Let's say you never left in that 2 years ago. No Stockholm, you're not equally delulu as him, not brainwashed, never forced. Yo my stalker is inlove with me but fuck it he treated me good even he's unhinged! fine I'll marry Danya. Reader just made a fucked up choice and lived with it but who cares.

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Hear me out!

Daniel getting the reader pregnant. Would he be more obsessive, rough, loving, lustful?

How would we act with her being pregnant with a child or twins

(Feel free to Ignore!)

Dw I'm hearing you loud and clear! ִֶָ ִֶָ ᡣ𐭩˙ᵕ˙ᰔᩚ

pregnant!reader x Danya headcanon

☆When Daniel have noticed you've been tired, more tired, sick and slower. He enters what he believes is father mode. Once confirmed either by a test or his delusional certainty he'll get overprotective.

☆You'd feel drained by his suffocating, constant hovering, constant touching and constant talking to your stomach like you’re not even there.

☆He'd follow you waddle between rows of vegetables when you need walk sessions. You're round and slow, Danya doesn't speak much during these walks but his hand is always ready just in case you wobble. You could roll your eyes or even swat him off it doesn't matter. His hand finds its way back to your hip like a magnet.

“I'm just not letting anything happen to you.”

☆He will start preparing a nursery with handmade things like a carved crib or your rocking chair. You’re not allowed to see it, it will ruin the surprise. He even locked the nursery because you asked what was inside.

☆He interprets it as the hormones or pregnancy mood swings if you express fear, pain, or anger through it.

☆He would hold your face and tells you you've never looked more beautiful even if your eyes are sunken on morning sickness.

☆He talks about the future constantly. The homeschooling, family portraits, first steps. All with the assumptions.

☆He keeps a calendar on the wall, counting down the weeks and crossing off each day with a red marker. He never lets you see the month he thinks is the due date so you won't panic.

☆He would bathe you, feed you more, changes your bandages so yes you will survive because he's been careful.

☆You once catch him with his hand on your belly while you sleep. He's staring at your bump waiting the baby kick.

☆When the ob-gyn points out both heartbeats, his mind already doing the math. Twins? Somehow, it makes him think about his miscarriage brother. The next morning, you'll hear hammering outside, he's making another crib.

☆You will give birth here in his space where he's made everything ready long before you needed it. He'll let you scream at him, lets you fall apart, squeeze your hand or pull you back. There's blood, screaming, and tearing.

☆If something went wrong? If he REALLY have to bring you to the hospital he wouldn't hesitate for you.

☆Nurses offer him a seat or a rehearsed line but he won't gaf, he doesn't even look at it.

“Sir, you need to wait in the lounge-”

“Tell me what's happening.”

☆He'd refuse to stay outside, they might have to escort him away for a bit but ends up being allowed inside as he insists he's the husband and you need to see him.

☆You're on your side, gripping the sheets, breath hitching and there's shouting all around then he's right there next to the nurse staring down and demanding updates. Even a trained, licensed nurse would get uncomfortable and steal glances over their shoulder every 2 minutes.

“Big guy's creeping me the hell out. He hasn't blinked in ten minutes.” 💀

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If he eased the restrictions and gave MC more freedom, where would he take them? Fishing, horseback riding in his free time? Would he let MC help with the farm? I think Daniel wouldn't like modern places lol

Yesss lol he's def traditional like that.

☆You may be allowed to go somewhere but you're never alone because he needs to be there when you enjoy something and of course he makes time for you, always.

☆He would take you in a place with meaning or became part of him like the creak behind the ridges where he used to go alone or he'd lead you to a patch of wildflowers he didn't mean to find when he was younger. He watch you kneel, touch the petals and look around like you're the one that bloomed.

☆You'd go hiking and he's already mapped every trail better than a GPS. He'll say he have been there if you asked “How do you know where we're going?” so don't test him if you tried to memorize the path to escape later.

☆Then you're gonna camp when the night falls. He doesn't wanna bring a tent unless you asked him to :3

☆He builds the fire fast, if you compliment him he wouldn't say anything. Just gesture you come near and slides his arms around you, rough palm tucking into your side. You'd watch the stars while lying on roll of tarp and blankets. If you offer to help he wouldn't say no, but he watches your hands like you'll burn the whole forest down if you mess up.

☆Yes he'd let you horseback, the horse knows him more than anyone else. It will trot back in a whistle if he noticed you're... getting too far for his liking.

☆When you asked to have your own horse he might allow but you learn first. You ride in front of him, between his arms, his body flush against your back. One hand holding the reins, the other casually resting on your thigh or hip.

☆If he lets you ride alone he follows right behind on his own.

☆You sit on a flat rock while you fish with him although he doesn't like that look on your face when you see how the lake opens up into real wilderness.

☆He'd row in the middle of the lake to fish then lets you gut it with bare hands or teach you a thing or two.

☆He'd build the fence for your garden when you asked for it. You're allowed to dig, plant and water within that little patch of earth where he can watch you from the porch. He lets you be alone there just for pockets of time. It's one of the rare places he doesn't intrude because he wants to see what you do without him there.

Spoiler: he's watching further back.

☆If you want to help, he'll let you check the chickens, collect eggs in that apron egg he knitted for you or feed them. One of the hens pecked you, you feel him judging the chickens as it do the chicken things. He has a low opinion of anything with a beak and claws, no matter how small.

☆He takes you to the gas station every week to gas the truck then lets you go into the mini store alone. “Grab what you want. Be quick.” in the ride he would let you play ABBA, old folk songs, dusty romance ballads. He pretends to ignore it but he listens.

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ayo im so down bad for danya even tho he's a vile, disgusting, despicable VILLAIN of a man 😱 (he's hot tho... 🥺)

ok ok but hear me out (or don't if u don't wanna — no pressure ofc!!!): daniel w/ reader which matches his freak? 👀

aka delusional daniel x equally delusional reader lmaooo

equally delusional! reader x Danya drabble + hc

☆You're delulu, you think you can fix him wait no- you make each other functional.

☆You two would absolutely survive any apocalypse, wrapped in each other like you're not afraid of the world, afraid of ever being apart again.

☆He considered not to dismember you. He still thinks about it though.

You heard the car before you saw it. Tires crunching gravel too alive for this place. Out the farmhouse window, the sunlight shined through the trees like blades. Daniel stilled where he stood, near the sink. Knife in hand, potato half-peeled. He didn't look at you as a black sedan pulled over, looking out of place.

“They're here.”

Your throat tightened, not out of fear but with rage. You've told them to stop looking. You left notes, erased every trace, deleted yourself but they still came crawling back like roaches, thinking they knew what was good for you. Thinking you were lost that he was the problem.

Daniel's jaw clenched, eyes fixed on nothing. You watched the tremor in his hand. You stepped toward him slowly, placing your hand on his wrist. “It's okay,” you whispered, and he finally looked at you. “They can't take me.”

His eyes searched yours. As if waiting for you to wake up from the spell and run but you didn't. “They think they're saving me,” you said. “They don't know what it's like. Out there, I was rotting. Here… I'm safe.” A knock at the front door, loud and sharp making you flinch. One of them cracked when they said please, maybe your mother or your friend.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head against Daniel's shoulder. “I'm not going back,” you murmured. “They don’t understand. I love you.” He didn't breathe at first. He just stood there like your words were something beauty and ugly at the same time. Then his hand turned in yours, fingers lacing through yours so tight it hurt.

Soon you listened to the last car door, then tires kicking up dust as they left. They might've thought no one's around. The next morning came slow, you were already awake by the time he stirred. You were already outside feeding the hens, barefoot, still wearing his shirt, sleeves rolled up past your elbows. He found you there, humming something off-key as if yesterday hadn’t happened.

He leaned against the barn door, watching you for a long time before speaking. “You happy?” you threw another scoop of feed across the dirt and grinned.

“More than I've ever been.”

He walked over, slow. His hands found your waist from behind, pulling you close until your back met his chest, and the chickens scattered like dust in the wind. Daniel turned you around, his palms rough against your skin but his gaze was soft in that strange way he reserved only for you. You were both sunburnt and dirty, clothes wrinkled, hearts full of rot and devotion.

“You ever miss it?” he asked, searching you like he was bracing for a lie. “Your old life.” You looked past him at the fields, the fence posts cracked and leaning, the sky wide and empty. Then you looked back at him and said, “Not when I'm with you. I don’t even remember it.”

His breath hitched just a little then he kissed you, hard like a man who still couldn't believe he got to keep what he took. Your fingers curled into his shirt, grounding yourself on him like roots in soil. The kiss tasted like ash and honey and something you couldn’t name but always craved.

You broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against his. “We should build a fence,” you whispered. “Something taller just in case...” in which he nodded.

“I'll do it today. I'll keep you safe.”

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Can I request an mc who keeps asking for cuddles? Or for his comfort?

Idk if you're asking for headcanons or a scenario (I'll mix both)

Danya cuddles/comfort headcanon + scenario

☆He will realize you mean it if you keep asking for cuddles or any physical contact. Waif happy good :3

☆He's more than happy if you asked for cuddles/comfort. He needs to be the one you go to. Almost like you don't need to ask, he already gave it before you ask.

☆For a hug, he'd just shift toward you wordless, pulling you in with a kind of quiet urgency then he’ll wait to let you shift toward him. Once you do, he tucks you close without a word.

☆Buries his face somewhere between your neck and shoulder and just breathes you in. If your fingers thread through his hair or stroke his back? You’ve given him something he never thought he was allowed to ask for.

☆But you should know nothing stays innocent with Danya I mean he doesn't just wrap his arms around you during cuddles. His hand might wander slowly and lazily down your side, over your hip, resting low with his fingers spread wide like he’s measuring the space he takes up. The tension is always there because touch is his addiction and also his healing.

“I'm here, I won't let go unless you make me.”

☆Danya's comfort in after care is in his way, he'd cover you first with a sheet or his shirt. If you bury your face in his chest—he doesn't move for a long time. You could fall asleep on him and he'd just stay there breathing, eyes still open.

When you ask for a cuddle—really ask, not half-joking or teasing with those soft eyes, he just stands there for a second too long, not answering. You're on the bed, knees drawn in and you don't repeat yourself. You wait until he finally moves, he just sinks down behind you and pulls you into him like something in him will lock up again and he’ll miss the chance.

He smells like heat and worn fabric for someone who's been moving around with too much tension in his shoulders all day in the farm and pacing. You don't realize how sharp everything else felt until you're against him and it dulls as he wraps himself around you. It's comforting in a way it shouldn't be that you don't want him to stop.

He shifts behind you, just slightly as if his body's adjusting to the reality that he's allowed to do this. That you asked for it. Just him. You feel it in the way his hold tightens, the way he presses his forehead against the back of your shoulder like he's hiding something, not from you, but from whatever’s gnawing at the inside of his ribs.

“If you fall apart, I'll hold it up for you.”

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This request is from a comment

☆ - what to do

★ - privilege

✮ - ....

✮At first two weeks he would be very strict and there's a less of humanity in him. When he said he will not make the same mistakes again.

He means it.

✮He will keep you inside the shed, not in a room, no bed, little light. There are tools that you are not allowed to touch—you're dismembered right? You can't use it against him if you try to fight. If your limbs are intact you still can't do anything, you're either tied up or locked up.

✮Daniel will not speak to you much unless he has to. Only cold shoulder and hand enough to starve your mind because you don't know what he's thinking.

☆The next few weeks if you start to soften, you cry less, listen—maybe just a basic sign of despair he might think you’ve surrendered and because of that, he starts to lower his guard down, he speaks more.

☆Then you start calling him husband.

★Trust in next few days he's already strolling you around the farmhouse and outside. You're practically in his arms, the quiet grunts he doesn't complain of when you could feel the strain in his arms.

“This is ours... Everything you could ever want.”

“We got pigs named one after your ex. He squeals funny when he's hungry.” He says it smiling, like a joke, but he watches your face very closely. You don't know if he's lying.

He would point to the distant trees and fence posts, bragging like a man who owns his kingdom. “Nobody's getting past those fences. You wouldn’t leave again, would you?”

As the time flies you fell apart into the routine.

☆You smile when he brings up your future together, you don't pull away when he touches you and you even say his nickname sweetly.

“Pick the dress you want to wear today, sweetheart.”

★And that's your first step back into yourself again, a privilege disguised as a gift from him. He thinks it's romantic to let you feel like yourself under his terms.

☆When you rest your head on his shoulder during those quiet evenings his strong arms looped around you.

☆Say things like “I don't sleep well without you.” When he hears it, it feeds his delusion that you indeed need him.

☆Ask for things he wants you to want, tell him what he wants to hear like: “Can you brush my hair?”

“I like this place.”

☆Tell him his small incisor is cute, he'll blush.

★He used to startle, grab your wrist in instinct when you wake him now he lets you shake his shoulder gently.

★He would finally show you the unopened letters, your missing poster and an inbox full of missed calls from your family. A one time privilege to hear how they begged, searched, cried. Then deletes it in front of you.

✮He's a wise man, he notices it immediately if you're just pretending. He might grip your wrist just tight enough to remind you he could do more.

“It's messed up, isn’t it? That I had to do that just to get you to listen again.”

✮You'll notice some subtle changes in the routine. What soups used to warm is now taste bland. Basically, he puts less effort.

✮He'd lay with his back turned then waits to see if you'll reach for him. Less eye contact, you'll feel out of place because you were used to link into him. His arms used to keep you warm at night.

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Thinking on Daniel on w1ed, if the reader would try to have sex with him to earn his trust would be believe that they actually love him or not?

This is basically a request that can you do a fem reader willing sleeping with Daniel nsfw

Feel free to Ignore!

No, it wouldn't change anything. He would still be who he is because your love doesn't matter to him the way it should. It won't stop his delusions that he's gotten into your head even if you give your body to earn emotional proof to Danya. He'd just think he's broken you in dw tho request granted!

Daniil x fem!reader nsfw

MDNI w: clothed sex, creampie, breeding kink, unprotected sex,

You're on your side half-asleep, pretending. You know he's there when the mattress dips. His palm slides over your waist, spreading heat that settles low in your spine. Your body's flushed and warm—no need to remind yourself what day it is. Heat coils low in your stomach. You need him, deep, in your waiting fertile womb.

Your eyes fluttered open to adjust to the light and found yourself looking up at Danya. “Morning,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips but there was no mistaking the seriousness in his tone.

His hand finds your thigh beneath the sheets, fingertips grazing up slowly until they press into heat between your legs. Danya goes still just for a moment, watching you like he's seeing you for the first time. The quiet pull of your body, the way you part your legs just slightly, the softness in your belly under his palm. A low sound slips from his throat, something pleased and assured. “There you are.” he says under his breath.

His hands slide beneath your knees, lifting and settling your legs over his shoulders. He leaned in, inhaling your scent deeply before running his tongue along your slit. He groaned at the taste of your arousal, your eyes fluttering shut briefly as his tongue delve deep between your folds. He licked and sucked at your clit with enthusiasm, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly as two thick fingers pumped in and out of your sweet cunt, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

He pulls back suddenly before you can come, lips slick, jaw tense. He lingers there for a second just staring at you. The way your body trembles under his touch has only deepened the hunger in him. He rises over you again, hands trailing up your sides, thumbs brushing the softness of your waist, grounding you beneath him.

You're so warm, so wet from how he broke you open with his tongue that he slides in his length easily. One hand slip beneath your thigh, hitching it higher so he can sink deeper, hold tighter. He doesn't stop until he's buried to the base, hips flush to yours, his breath harsh against your skin.

His breath catches in his throat as your pussy flutter around his cock, wet and squeezing, dragging every last wave of your orgasm out until you're trembling under him. “Your cunt's holding me in...” He groans deep in his chest. Your cry muffled against his neck as your climax rolls through you in waves so intense it leaves you clinging to him, shaking.

He stays buried to the hilt then begins to move deliberate circles of his hips, grinding against your sensitive clit just to feel the way you shudder. You're panting, flushed, lips parted and he watches every flicker of it like he’s memorizing the moment. His body pressed hard to yours as he empties himself fully, groaning through his teeth and still grinding through it. He wants you to feel every drop.

The room's quiet except for your breathing. Your skin's damp, your thighs still twitching, but he doesn't speak. Eventually, when the tension in his muscle eases, he moves just enough to lay beside you only to hook a heavy arm around your waist and pull you right back into him. You can feel his spend still warm inside, slowly leaking but he doesn't care. He’s not done having you just because he came. His hand spreads across your stomach again, thumb dragging idly over the skin like he's already imagining something growing there.

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daniil au drabble

Thinking about this lore-related line in Danya's toyhou.se where 'He has been diagnosed with an undisclosed mental illness in the past, but he didn't work on getting it treated.'

Thinking about Danya if in another universe, he actually did end up in a rehab-like center or hospital ward for behavioral monitoring. You met him in a space where he never spirals to psychosis. It wasn't dramatic where he didn't collapse or snap, maybe someone else made the call or maybe he walked in himself, not knowing what else to do.

You are just assigned to him, as the nurse who wouldn't just be there for care. You'd be part of keeping him stable. There was something in the way he wouldn't look at anyone, how he sat too still like he didn't trust the floor to hold him.

You wrote down what he actually said, not what you assumed he meant and accepted incomplete answers. You were capable, not performative who are paid to be here. Ironically, that made him trust you more than anyone else because with you, there was no guessing and demand for his truth before he was ready to give it. You just became realer than the thoughts that usually eat him alive.

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Did your birthday just passed??? I remembered going to your profile and it says 19, now it says 20 so I'm thinking "oh, their birthday just passed"

nope, I turned 20 8 months ago did I actually update my bio age that late? Haha