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"Goodbye, Zandik"
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hellooooo! i love your deer season fic omg !! i wanted to ask if u could show a visual of how u imagine/vision Smile? :)
Jeff: "he's such a good boy! he's really friendly ๐ฅบโค๏ธ"
Smile:
Umโฆ lol. At first glance, Smile does not give the impression of being a friendly dog. Far from it, actually.
Heโs a large husky-type with a thick coat, sharp ears, and a solid, powerful build. He carries himself stiffly, always alert, like heโs braced for something to happen. When he opens his mouth, itโs usually to bare his teeth, which are long, very visible, and shown without hesitation. His lips pull back easily, creating this unsettling, almost grin-like snarl that earned him his name.
His eyes are intense and hard to read, and he has a habit of locking onto people and just staring. Itโs not really playful curiosity so much as focused attention, and itโs uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of. Even when heโs restrained, thereโs a sense of coiled aggression there, like heโs aware of exactly how dangerous he is.
That said, Jeff isnโt completely lying. Smile is friendly... to a very small, very specific group of people. With Jeff and a select few others, heโs playful, tolerant, even affectionate. He can be a protective, loyal, and deeply attached dog. But that friendliness does not extend to strangers, and he makes that boundary very clear.
I love photo bashing itโs delicious ๐
anyway I tried to make Toby, Nina and Nat but Iโm like REALLY horrible at facia proportions so donโt mind that if the look a lil funkyโฆ
First time drawing dih๐ซง
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New Opportunity
Daniel x Reader
Summary: After successfully escaping your captor you become extremely sick, hoping it wasnโt anything that could be deadly you went to the doctorโs office for an examination. Come to find out it wasnโt just some sickness, but something that was life changing. Now with a burden in your stomach you decide to seek the attention that you needed, sadly while searching for resources, you caught unwanted attention.
Chapter 1: Doctor
Ever since you reintegrated back to society things had worked out well for you. Despite the fear in your heart, almost all opportunities and resources were handed to you on a silver plate. Your job gave you a massive check from the overtime you had worked, plus sum more to for what had happened. You were able to find a place to stay, and got to have an appointment to go to the doctors for a check up, thankfully your jobโs insurance doesnโt expire until the end of the year so you could still use it for any emergency or check up.
Today it was your doctorโs appointment, recently you have been noticing some chances on your body. Feeling chest pain, sometimes fatigue, your body temperature changing, and constipation. Sometimes you look bloated after eating. You had to make an appointment with your physician for a check up to see what was going on. You had gathered all the paperwork last night that was given to you by the lady in the lobby when you had booked your appointment and gotten ready before going to the doctorโs appointment so when you had woken up you wouldnโt have to be late for the bus or anything else.
The trip to the doctorโs office went smoothly, you caught up the bus on time, got the lobby and talked to the lady on the counter, she took your papers asked you to sign your name and let you have a seat until they had called you up. It was early and thankfully there wasnโt many people. You waited for about 15 minutes and then you heard the nurse calling your last name and you stood up signanling you were there. They asked you to follow them to another room where the doctor greeted you inside.
The doctor and you had disscused the symptoms and problems you were having, they asked you question and you normally answered them. Afterwards they checked you out and had sent you to another room to do urine and blood test, before further moving into booking an appointment with a specialist, so they could have at least an idea of what was going on with you. After 6 days the office had called you in to talk about the result.
โYou are pregnant..โ The doctor said, reading the results.
โWhat.. no.. but im in birth controlโ You protested because how that was impossible to happen.
โSometimes birth controls fail, I remember you me about it, it was the Depo injection am I correct?โ The doctor asked.
โYeahโ You responded.
โWhen was the last time you had your three monthly shot?โ The doctor asked you. Your heart sank and you looked down, in panic.
You donโt remember when you had it.
โI donโt remember..โ You said not looking up.
No, no, no! This is what you feared the most, when you were at the farm you.. you thoughtโฆ
โAm.. able to abort it?โ You asked.
โIโm sorry, but abortion is not legal on this stateโ The doctor noticing your distress, they notices you were about to cry, they handed you some tissues to clean up the tears.
โYou can try checking any near by state if you could book an appointment with a gynecologist for the details about it, and see if you can get it outside before a time frame in case if the next state only allow it for before 12-18 weeksโ The doctor explained to you and you nodded.
โOkay.. thank youโ You said finally looking up and taking some tissue.
You both talked a bit longer before he handed you a card to a near by gynecologist that you could call that was in network for your insurance and then let you go. On your way home you couldnโt stop crying. You tried real hard to fight those tears back, fight the thoughts off from it, but you couldnโt.
You knew the reason why you were pregnant was your fault.
You had lost count of days, days that turned into months, and months that turned into almost a year before you had escape confinement with that man. You had given in to the desire, to please him, and you didnโt understand why. Even when escaping you had felt badโฆ What was wrong with you? You had no idea why you shouldnโt feel bad? He kidnapped you! Took you away to live on a weird fantasy, a delusion that was never bound to happen under any circumstances.
You should have suspected too, you should have payed attention. You should have payed attention to your body. But when you come to think of it, you donโt remember having your period back, which you might have thought it was normal, even though you remembered that you heard that when the injection wears off it had taken several months off to get your period back. But then you remember that you did get some blood period blood. Or was it discharge?
Honestly, you couldnโt think right. You really need to calm down..
After an hour you had calmed down and decide to start doing some research of what you could do with the fetus inside and see if you could get rid of it. After doing some digging, the near by state that had allow you to abort the fetus after the 12-16 weeks or 4 months was three states away, the rest only allow it before that time frame otherwise they had denied you to get it. You decide to book an appointment with a gynecologist to know the details about your pregnancy and what you could do afterwards.
Days had passed on, and the day of the appointment had came in. You had went to your appointment with your gynecologist where they had checked you up. Right now, they are giving you the result and details of the pregnancy. You had told them everything. Almost, everything. How you had intercourse, but at the same time how you never had symptoms of pregnancy as you remember and had never gotten your period back after the injection wore off, how you had forgotten to take it your three month shot. You wanted to abort the baby and you needed to get the details about it before doing anything.
โWhat I think is that you might have developed an irregular from the constant injection. When you stop taking it, it had slowly came back, but you had probably not know it because of how an irregular period works. Your period chances after taking the injection, you might have irregular period or you have it now depending on your menstrual cycle, which is why you might have not notice you were pregnant. I see that you are almost 4 months pregnantโ The gynecologist explained after the check she had gave you.
โAlmost?โ You repeated asking what she meant.
โIt looks like itโs about 12 weeks. You told me you wanted to abort the fetus and I wanted to ask you if you already know this states law about it..โ The gynecologist asked.
โYeah, I was told that they donโt do abortions here. Itโs not legal, I looked for other resources for other states some near by say that it takes around 12-18 weeks.. before 4 monthsโฆ for me.. to abort itโ You responded.
โI suggest you to start coordinating with an abortion clinic. I have a save paper that might be resourceful for you if you like to have it. These are near by out state abortion clinics with their policies and see if you can abort it. Right now, if you can book a flight or take a train, I would suggest you to that after this. Do it as quickly as possible otherwise youโll have to travel even farther from here to abort it with out having to worry about the four months time limitโ The gynecologist suggested.
โSure, but I have a question about my health, and I safe from any risk?โ You asked.
โI see that everything is normal with the fetus, I donโt see any complications, nor I see any risk towards your health. You should be okeyโ The gynecologist responded looking briefly at the results and then back at you.
โOh.. good.. I guessโ You said, even though your situation wasnโt all good, but you knew at least you were safe from any risk.
โDo you have any other questions?โ The gynecologist asked you.
After the meeting you went outside and looked at the paper the doctor had handed you, you never thought that a gynecologist having a paper las useful as this one would be so resourceful. This is something someone out there would have love to have, someone like you. You fold the paper and started walking home. You really needed to start thinking on what to do with the baby, and how you had be able to travel to a clinic, there was no way you had be able to do it any time sooner, if you had taken a flight it had probably cuz you a thousands of dollars, money that you didnโt have. You could try an Amtrak or the train, but you wouldnโt really know how much would it cost and how long will it be. On top of that you need to figure out everything with the doctor beforehand too.
So, this brought you to the conclusion, you need a job.

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w1wd headcanons, 'Rabbit Hunt'
warnings: this headcanon might cause you discomfort because it has sensitive disturbing topics, you are responsible for what you choose to read. [NSFW, minors please do not interact]
โ you run down the forest, finally after trying for endless times to escape that sick twisted fucker... but you were not safe and you knew it, this man could appear behind you any second and you won't even feel it.
you keep running non stop, you hear other footsteps, heavy ones crushing the dry leaves on the ground, your heart stops, your blood runs cold and your skin shiver
he was after you already.
at this point you just run without a plan, without a direction, it was evening and the sun was setting, you hid behind a large tree peeking and you see him, standing there... "he's holding a fucking axe..." you breath quietly any wrong move, any small sound and you're done...
"little rabbit... i can hear your breathing.." he speaks just loud enough for you to hear, a chill runs down your spine your knees feel weak as if youre going to collapse any moment now...
you hold your breath, and you hear soft steps.. you panic even more and just starting to run mindlessly, like a rabbit trying to survive its predator... seeing you running with all you can he didn't waste a second to follow you, his long legs eating up the distance so quick he was behind you reaching out with his hand and with a simple push you rolled down, the adrenaline ran in you that you tried to get up immediately but he was too quick, already pinning you down with his axe...
you lied on the ground, the side of your face burried into the leaves and dirt, so humiliated, you panted, heart beating so fast it feels like it's going to explode any moment.
he breathes your name into your ear, his body pressed against yours, his weight crushing your fragile trembling body as tears start rolling down your pale face, eyes wide staring into the axe that was right next to your head digging into the ground. he murmurs about how your tries were fun but useless while his hips were grinding into your ass..
if only you know how much this little chase made him thriving for you...
โ he grabs into your hair yanking your head back, your neck forced to arch painfully as you scream and whimper, his axe quickly and easily tearing your clothes removing the 'unnecessary things' that you won't need around him... he holds your hair with his hand, fingers pulling tight making you cry as he pins the axe on your neck enjoy your weak protests and cries, your whimpers are just like music to his ears...
โ he'll thrust deep and slow inside you, breathing heavily next to your ear his breath hitching as your walls squeeze his pulsing cock tight... "s-see?.. you want and need me me just as i need you..." he whispers his hips picking up the pace, snapping against yours, the tip abusing the deep spot inside it makes you choke on your cries as you feel something unwanted coming close...
any whimper any moan that comes out of you it's acceptance to him, all of this he calls it proof, that your body knows what you need, that it knows you need him, that it just your mind needs some time to realize too...you cant convince him otherwise.
he grunts low as he fills you with his seed still thrusting rough and slow, and the poor you not being able to hold back anymore you just come undone on his cock and he feels it... it makes him satisfied but he's not done. not yet. how can he ever get enough of you....
he lets go of your hair, your face dropping against the dirt and dry leaves as you gasp and tremble against the ground.. he sets the axe far from your reach as his hands then slide down to knead on your ass giving a few harsh spanks that make your body jolt. he gets up tucking everything back in his pants as he then picks you up with one arm and the other holds the axe.. walking back home.
โ he's probably going to fuck you up for hours without letting you cum.. oh...he'd love to see you beg or cry for his mercy as he bends you over his knee fingering you with his big fingers stretching you painfully wide.. "you can take another finger I'm sure.."
Aftermath
Summary: Daniel has found a bit more meaning in his life as a single dad, he took good care of his daughter and farm. But sometimes at night where things get lonely he goes out to lock his room and look for his secret coping mechanism that is hidden away in a giant box.
Ps: Not part of the series im doing this is independent
Tw: Rape/Non-implied, Necrophilia, taxidermy, death this is based on one of Wayneโs responses if the MC had died made into a story. Dead Dove Do Not Eat.
Today it was a sunny and cool day at the farm. Daniel had woken up early, he attended the farm animals and then came back home to make a plate of breakfast and place it on table, breakfast that he didnโt eat. He actually grabbed some eggs and went out on his way on his pickup truck and hurried out to the near by town. He hoped that when he came back the breakfast plate was still there on the table, untouched, even when he doubt so. Before he had left he made sure all the locks were still on, so when he had head out, nobody could go in nor out of the house.
A small pair of legs had set foot on the wooden floor, making small creaking noises. Those same pair of small legs ran around the house, running towards the smell of fresh eggs and bacon, the smell had drawn the attention of an empty stomach of a child. The motor engineer had woken her up, and the absences of her father let her know that he was out to town, but she knows he will be back, like he always does. As she finished her food she feels the sun shine through the kitchenโs window making her look outside at the laundry wires that had sheets and clothes drying outside in the backyard. Before she went out she made her bed, threw her plate in the sink, and with all the strength she could muster she unlocked the kitchenโs backdoor and went put to play out on the backyard.
After an hour later, Daniel opened the door coming inside the house, head into the girlโs room, he noticed the bed was somewhat made, something he kept in mind to do later on, but no signs of her. He looks around the living room and the kitchen where his panic began to set in at the absences of his child. His mind raising on questions if someone and broke in or if she had run out, until he noticed something subtle outside. A pair of small feet standing on a small metal bucket. There was a faint shadow made by the sun behind a dried out sheet, thatโs when he sighed in relief. He went out through the kitchenโs backdoor, and walked out to the laundry wires.
He called out her name and in responds a childish giggle answers him, Daniel finds the situation childish and a bit amusing. Despite being so tall to be able to see through the other side of the wire, he pretends not to. He opens his arms and wraps them around the dried sheets, gently covering her with it, almost in a hug, the little girl screams in excitement at the gesture.
โI got youโ Daniel said and then lets go and moves the sheets to a side being able to take a look at his daughter.
โDaddy!โ The little girl yells and jumps to his arms, hugging him.
โI missed you!โ She yelled excitedly looking up at him, Daniel smiles and hugs her back.
The sun gave him the best view of those features he had loved so much about you on her, it reflected your touches on her when you made her in your womb. It was like she was made with love and care, even if you had hated it.
โI missed you too. Sorry I missed breakfast, did you eat well?โ Daniel asks her.
She nods and giggles.
โGet ready, we are going to visit mommyโ Daniel said, putting the child down.
โYay!โ The child yelled and jumped out excitedly as she runs back into the farm house to put on her shoes, Daniel follows behind her.
Years ago when she was still an infant, Daniel went out to the supermarket, always heading to the babies section first. Looking for diapers and formula, but he couldnโt help to not ignore the couples that would come by around, they would walk past him or stay and he would listen to their conversations and see how happy of a family they all looked. He couldnโt help, but to be jealous of what they had. Why couldnโt he have that? Why did he had to be sick? Why couldnโt you just love him back just as much as he loved you? Why did you have to run away? Why couldnโt he be normal enough for you to have love him back? Why did you have to leave him like that? Why did you have to die? Why did you had to take a piece of him with you when you left? Why did it feel like you left him a burden and a reminder of his sin the day your daughter was born instead of happiness? Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why.
Why not him?
A months before the delivery, you had told him your discomfort because of how recently you began to have contractions. After you had express your growing discomfort, Daniel immediately knew what to do and make sure to always stay by closer not wanting to miss out when your water had broke as you were approaching the day of your labor. The day of delivery Daniel had finally saw your water break as it stain the bedroom. Thankfully, he had dog pads already out there for you to freely bleed and help you when you had gave birth.
Daniel imagine possible scenarios of the future you both had ahead of you as he had hold your legs apart and guide you with your breath in and out, doing his best to help you while you push out the baby. He praises you as he notices the head of the newborn appear after eight hour of trying to push it out, making you scream and cry in pain. 5 hours later you were able to get half of the body out until you after 3 hours you pushed the placenta out.
Daniel never got to know the gender, neither did you since he never took you to the hospital. Regardless he was so happy to see that it was a girl. Despite his exhaustion he was as happy as he has ever been, seeing his daughter being born, and finally being able to be a father. He couldnโt lie that he didnโt cry too when he saw her.
โWife, itโs a girlโ Daniel said celebrating with a smile showing you how proud he was of you, thatโs when he had come to realized that the baby wasnโt crying, neither moving.
No..
He turned it out to look at it. He place his head near the heart, but heard no pulse. He looked at the baby, not sad, but disappointed. But it was fine, even if she was dead, she was still your child, our child, and even if she canโt talk, move, or breathe she had still be remembered, loved, and care for, and her siblings will remember her too.
Since Daniel never got you a check up, he never had considered what could have gone wrong, maybe she was dead on the womb, despite you both had felt her kicking many times even before the delivery and her head was out with no signs of distress, but Daniel was no doctor so he wouldnโt know what went wrong with the baby. He looked at it as she didnโt move or made a sound, secretly hoping she had do so, but the time never came.
โItโs okey.. itโs okeyโฆ. We can always make moreโ Daniel said, comforting himself more than you, placing the baby down, on a small bed he had brought for her. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your loud breathing.
He looked at you, and noticed how unwell you looked. He put his hand on your forehead, your temperature was rising under his palm, you were having a fever. He then looked into your eyes and noticed a strange look in you, as if you were about to pass out. He gently tapped your cheek multiple times trying to ground you.
โWife, whatโs wrong?โ He asked, but no answer.
He wasted no time carrying you and the baby to his pickup truck until he heard it, a low cry that caught his attention. A cry that made itself louder and louder. His eyes widens when he sees it with his own eyes. The baby was alive. He couldnโt believe it, it was like a miracle. He even touched it little hand and felt its touch as real as it can be, maybe there was still hope, he just needed to hurry up. He noticed what he thought was a fainted smile on your face as you heard the cries of the baby. He turns on the car and as fast as he can he drives out to the nearest hospital.
โDanielโฆโ you called his name, visibly shaken and in pain, looking at the baby place in your lap as she cries. You let put a sight, before closing your eyes for the last time.
On the road, Daniel cries as he had come to realized that you had died a while ago on the road. He pulls over to the side to mourn you, hoping that you had still be alive even when it was obviously hopeless. He knew it was his fault, he didnโt act fast enough, he didnโt took care of you enough! He was stupid! And let you dieโฆ
Daniel has to come to realize that when he made you have his child, he had let you go. He let you go in the worst way possible, he didnโt care if you didnโt had the baby, as long as he had you with him, even if you couldnโt bear his children, just being with him was enough, adopting would have never been a problem. If he was able to go back in time to prevent himself from doing this he would, sadly there is no second chances to fix this. He does feel guilty thinking and knowing that he had choose you over his daughter at any day and any time, knowing how alive and well she was, and how much she adore him like he was her world. It must be a karma for what had happened.
โDaddy! Help me jump!โ She said raising her hands up, for him to grab and help her jump the heart-shape tiles he had put on the ground as decoration path.
โUp!โ Daniel said, as he grabbed her arms and helps her jump high to the next heart-shape tile. She giggles and wiggles her legs and stop when she landed on the next tile, this continuous until they reach the last heart-shape tiles that lead to a grave.
โHi mommy!โ She greeted your grave as she sat down at a near by bench and waited for her dad to call her up.
Daniel went up to the grave and kneel down and began to clean the grave with a brush and water he had hid under the bench. He noticed he will take a bit to clean up, since the last offerings he had brought, he knew it would her bored the child a little so he came up with the idea to entertain her.
โWhy donโt you look for pretty flowers to place on mommyโs grave?โ Daniel suggested, turning to look at her.
She stood up excitedly and runs off to nearby garden, full of varieties of pretty flowers to pick up flowers from. The garden always triggers a strange dream that feels like a memory in her mind. One where she felt like she had seen your face, but never your full body. Your arms werenโt there and when she thought about if you ever had legs her mind blurred. In that dream she remembers hugging you, playing with your lips and nose, sometimes even tapping your cheeks with both hands. She also remembers Daddy sitting there with playing with both of you too, as far as she knows long ago he has showed a picture of you, and wanders if this means she misses you even when you both had never met.
โDonโt go too farโ Daniel yelled out too late for her to hear, as she had ran off pick up flowers. Daniel stayed quiet cleaning your grave taking the old flowers, offerings, insects, and dirt out. He looked at your grave for a moment thinking about the day that you had left him and how much he had never stop thinking about you.
When she came back, she brought the prettiest flowers she had imagined you had like. Her dad usually said that you were so beautiful that not even flowers could compare, so she hoped the flowers beauty came close to you, even if you didnโt look alike.
โHere you go, Daddy! And I didnโt cut myself!โ She showed him all the flowers she had collected.
โWow, good job. You brought really pretty flowersโ He praised her, grabbing a pair from her hand, examining them.
โThank you!โ
โLetโs decorate mommyโs graveโ Daniel gesture with his hand to bring her closer and they both make arrangements to their liking with the flowers. As they both make arrangements, her curiosity peak, as she had threw some petals around the floor and a question form in her mind.
โHow did mommy looked like?โ She looks at him, itโs such a childish question because to him she was a reflection of you.
โShe looks almost just like you, you have her face, her eyes, a bit of her skin, and her hairโ Daniel pointed, he once again reminded her the resemblance she had on you despite she had asked this before,
he remained as patient as always when she had asked again.
โHow does something like that happen?โ She asked him.
โYou will understand when you grow up, but I do believe that when two people love each other they make something precious by using their best and most lovable features. Thatโs why you look more like your motherโ Daniel explained his belief on the way why she looks like that.
โBut papa, you are not ugly, special even! Why donโt I look like you?โ She asked confused, Daniel chuckled at the silly question.
โYou do look like me, you are pretty tall just like me. You have my nose, you have the mole on your face exactly where mine is, and my teethโ Daniel pointed, he smiled to show his teeth, and she did the same to show off her teeth too.
โOhโ she said looking down at her legs wondering if she really was that tall. She doesnโt see many kids her age that often, so she never got to know if she was really that tall, but seeing her dad was big and tall too, would probably make sense, right?
โCโmon, letโs pray and then we can get dinner afterwardsโ Daniel, making hand gestures for her to kneel next to him, so they can both pray.
At night Daniel makes sure she is tug in bed after a conversation they both had about you again, he turns the lights off and closes the door, checks around for the other locks and later on goes to his own room. He locks the door and making it wouldnโt open even with the lock on. After it was locked he opened his closet and moved the piles of clothes he covered a giant plastic box that was hidden, he smiled pulling it out and opening it knowing what it was inside waiting for him.
โMy sweetโฆโ Daniel said as he pull your body out, of a heavy duty storage box that he kept hidden inside of his closet.
โI missed youโ Daniel as he hugged and kissed you on the lips.
Thatโs strange, because if you were alive and reading or seeing into the situation you had asked yourself. Arenโt I dead? If im here, then whatโs on the grave he visited this morning? Many years ago after what he had done to you, he kept his word on keeping those pieces of you that he had cut off, sadly he couldnโt take care of them and began to rot away. Which it was buried on the grave, despite it was almost a year before your daughter was born he found it convenient that he didnโt feed those parts of you to the pigs and rather decided to burry them and turned into a grave after your death.
But what he had hidden in that box was you, he manage to clean and preserve your body as best as he could. He learn a lot about taxidermy and he made sure to learn as fast as he could so he could have better results to have you in better shape.
He liked talking to you, he liked caressing and cuddling you, specially when the nights became chilly and that side of the bed was cold and empty. He had what was left of you, stuffed and always ready for his needs. Your skin was well taken care of, it was smooth and soft like your touch used to be. Your hair was also taken care off, he would brush it and talk to you about his day, as he made sure to keep you updated on the things your child was up to. Today he told you how she wondered how you look like again, and he told you what he thought about the question, what he said, and how he loved that she looked like you. He commented on how fast she was growing and how nervous he was that she was going to start school soon.
He also made sure your make up was flawless, mortuary make up made you look like you were sleeping rather than.. you know. He took his time to learn the color theory on your skin and what blush and contour suit your face shape the best. He made sure to make you look as beautiful as possible. In rare occasionally he would carefully dress you, but rather found more comfort on your naked body than any piece of lingerie or clothing he had ever bought.
โYou know, our daughter says she still remembers you from the โdreamโ she had years ago.. im glad she still has a vivid memories spending time with you besides of the photos, it bring our family closerโ He spoke to you as he had place you on a chair in front of a mirror where he gently brushed your hair.
โI hope you are not mad that I separated you from her, please understand that I did it because I fear she might say something about her dear mommyโs appearance. But im doing better now, you see? I picked myself up now and im taking well care of the farm and her, just like you want it. I knew you had forgive me..โ Daniel spoke moving your amputated arm to touch his clean shave face, proof of how he was doing better.
โTonight, I want youโฆโ He whispered in your ear and he smile and looked at you in the mirror. He kissed your cheek.
He carefully carried you to the bed, kissing your cheek with more desperation. He put his baseball cap on the bedroomโs night stand and began to take his shirt and shoes off.
โThis may be a bit different for both of us, but it doesnโt change that you are still dependent on meโ He said as he unbuckled his pants.
โIโll take care of you, just like I did when you were alive. It makes me happy that even in this kind of circumstances we still are a family and I canโt wait for us to reunite in another lifeโ He breathes out as he took his member out and took a few strokes to it, he then proceeds to rub against your entrance.
โI canโt wait for us to be together in our next life, my sweet. Things will be different, I promise. You will love me, and I will love you and youโll understand why I have done thisโ He caresses your cheek as he makes his way to your entrance. He let out a low groan as he feels the coldness and stiffness of your insides.
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tw: manhandling, DDL themes, delusional behavior, obsessive behavior, breeding kink, size kink, slight somnophilia, dub con and etc yk what ur getting into. Read with caution. I do not condone any harmful behavior shown here. This is purely fictional content made for storytelling and character analysis purposes based on the horror game wh4t 1 w0uldn't d0 prototype by s1ckh34d. All credit for the original character and concept goes to them.
Daniel N$FW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
He won't let you get up, not even to clean yourself. He insists on handling everything. He would wipe your skin slowly with a damp cloth, carefully like if he goes slow enough. His hands are rough, watching your chest rise and fall. If you're crying or gasping, he gets close and just waits for it to slow.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
โHis arms
He's strong, he knows it and he uses that strength to carry, hold, build and restrain. His arms are where he holds you, where he carries you back when you run. The veins in his forearms, the calluses on his hands. He stares at them sometimes like they're tools he's proud of.
โYour throat
He likes the way your body shifts under his touch, when your muscles tighten, when you freeze. Sometimes, he'll just cup your throat gently not squeezing, just feeling your pulse against his thumb as he murmurs things into your hair, hands exploring your sides, his touch dragging just a little too low.
When he's deep inside you, he murmurs directly into your neck, lips brushing your pulse. โYou feel me here, don't you? I can feel you trying not to moan.โ
You tilt your head back out of pain, pleasure, surrender and he loses all control. He cups the back of your neck and presses you open, worships every line of it with his mouth. Puts hickeys behind your ear, low on your neck or under your jaw.
โYour thighs
He kisses them slowly, drags his mouth across your skin, speaking things against them like prayers. Whether you're seated or curled up, he watches your thighs when he's pretending not to want anything. You're sitting beside him? His palm slowly finds your thigh.
He always starts there before anything else. Before kissing you, before undressing you, he sinks to his knees and spreads your thighs apart like opening a prayer book. He kisses the inside closer, closer his breath warming your skin but never rushing but it still depends on his mood.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
โThick and creamy, salty with faint bitter aftertaste.
He buries his face against your neck when he comes. Always your neck and his breath get ragged, teeth scraping your skin, his arms locked around your body so you can't move. After he finished, he stays inside, no pulling out, no protection. He presses himself as deep as possible, hips flush against yours, waiting until he's sure then he watches your belly, imagining what it will look like rounded and full. The thought alone makes his breath catch and his hold on your hips tighten.
His mood decides if he will let you cum. Some nights he'll have you trembling on the edge, whispering his name, breath hitching with every grind of his hips, and still, he won't let you tip over. He would tell you to hold it, to take it. If you cry, he'll kiss your tears and keep you empty. If you beg, he'll laugh against your skin, breath hot and cruel, and say next time to tease you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He talks to the space beside him like you're there, whispering things he'd never say if you were truly awake. He imagines you watching while he touches himself with one of your worn shirts cradled in his lap. He presses it to his face, breathes you in until he's dizzied, then wraps it around his fist as he works himself slow, controlled, obsessed. He won't let go until he's spilled across the cloth. Sometimes he presses the fabric to your mouth while you're asleep as if letting you taste the part of him you missed.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
He hasn't had many, if anything that doesn't mean he lacks knowledge of the fact itself. He watches you closely. How you breathe, how you squirm, how your voice changes. He knows how to read your body, even when you don't speak. If you flinch, tense or sigh he changes pace.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary in a vanilla sense so he can keep eye contact the entire time and watch every single reaction. He likes pressing his forehead to yours while dicking you down it lets him savor you. Not just the body, your breathing, the way you flinch or go still, your mouth parting.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
There's no room for humor, no teasing, no casual attitude. He talks through it quiet and low like he's talking to himself just as much as you. His tone borders on worship, as though he earned this moment.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He trims, happy trail :3 He keeps it tidy, likely trimmed back enough to be clean.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
โHe holds eye contact.
At first he starts slow but the hunger and desperation builds in him quick. He will find his hands gripping your hips tighter. The longer you stay the more he believes you're accepting him and the more his control frays. His pace turns punishing when you make a whimper, his hand around your throat, your wrists enough to hold you in place.
โYou love when I'm like this, don't lie.โ
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Only when he was alone.
He thinks of the sound of your voice in how you sounded saying it. He doesn't even touch himself right away, he just sits there murmuring words under his breath. Thinking what he'd say to you if you were with him again. He might sit in the aftermath, still breathing a little uneven while his hand clenched in a fabric that reminds him of you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
โBreeding/Creampie
He watches your stomach afterward, his breathing ragged, hand spread over your abdomen like he can already feel it taking root. Also a bit of piss kink and clothed sex I noticed on arts and prototype.
โAnything to do that leaves mark (spanking and biting)
He presses kisses to the places he's bitten, then strokes over the fading shapes days later and make new one. Your bruises are beautifully adorned with his so-called love.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
โIn his Bed where he fantasized about long before he took you, you laid in it resting, domestic, soft. Or on the floor beside the bed.
โIn his truck.
He would drive out to show you something he thinks you'd like, the stars, the view. It starts with quiet hand holding, a monologue about the stars, his thumb over your knuckles, your wrist, the side of your face all under the guise of gentleness like he's deciding something. Ends up with the air feels too still, too warm, and the foggy glass makes the whole truck feel like a damn pressure cooker.
He would adjust your clothes with careful hands, smooths your hair down like you're something precious then just sits there with you in the dark, not starting the truck yet.
โI'll drive when you stop shaking.โ
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He gets off by just being able to watch you closely. Small details how your pupils dilate, the way your chest rises unevenly, your goosebumps, quickened breath or you use his blanket. If you say his name in that hesitant quiet voice like you don't know what he's going to do next it makes him stop in his tracks. It makes him want to do something.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Too much goof I guess?? or if you say anything that contrast his delusions he will pause and rewrite your words with skin and pressure. โDon't say that like it's true.โ but it's true. It turns into something hungry too. He will move close and cup your face, mouth on yours then pulling you back into the room.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Heavy on giving more than receiving anything for his wife. However, he's not consistently giving. It's conditional or tied to his moods as you know. Sometimes he won't even touch you, whispers in your ear about how pathetic you look, squirming, begging, soaked for him.
He only receives when you offer and even then, he watches like he doesn't trust it. If you show genuine desire, it breaks him a little. He becomes softer, more breathless, more stunned by you. It makes him feel undeserving and thinks it exposes his vulnerability. He's so used to being the one doing everythingโฆ but when you desire him, you become the one in control for a moment.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
At his default, he tends to be slow but real deep. Every motion is slow enough that you feel the stretch, the burn. He wants you to squirm under him between thrusts as mentioned before this man don't rush, never careless. He adjusts pace only when he loses emotional grip.
Pulls almost all the way out to his head and then pushes all the way back in.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He hates the idea of it in theory. He's a hypocritical mf who thinks it doesn't fit his idea.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's generally not adventurous in the sense of public play or trying new things just to spice it up. For him, sex isn't about novelty. It's about intensity and control. He only needs you still, willing, and completely under him.
He might take you on the porch and in his truck though.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Long stamina, long sessions, deep thrusts, no pulling out, his pace gets messierrr. But if he's tired it depends if he can even make it stand up.
Would keep you up all night on time of your ovulation phase.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He's canonically into impact play so I think he owns and uses toys like cane, tawse, whip or lasso on you. If you own toys, he'll confront you without raising his voice.
โYou really think that thing does it better than me?โ
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He would press against you fully clothed until your body betrays you, whispering like it's nothing. He loves it because teasing is basically control.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not the type to moan or groan loudly. Occasional guttural grunts when he loses composure. It's low like a sound dragged out of him usually when you clench around him too hard.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
There are times in your early weeks, he would have to sedate you to sleep if you keep resisting him.
He would suckle your swollen tits while pregnant with his baby or even after the baby comes out. In that said, you are his little milking cow.
See those scratches on his arms and neck, he'll let you hit him, claw at him, dig in his arms to bleed he wouldn't mind, he wouldn't stop you, he's eerily calm with it because he secretly gets off to it.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
9 inches long, 5.8 cm wide, curved subtly upwards, happy trail, cut, trimmed, two prominent veins running along the underside especially when he's riled and holding back, shaft warm #D9A99A and hard under your finger, tip #9B796D. It stretches you slow, pushing in until you're arching and whining. His thumb stimulating you as he lingers inside trying to make you wet.
It's confirmed he's 6'9" tall, you'll just cry into his chest and just says you'll get used to it :(
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High above average
He doesn't ask โCan we?โ or anything like that. When he wants you, he wants you and he will get it like the narcissistic man he is. Neither you're being distant or not he will get it even when you cry after? he'll wrap you in his arms and use guilt, past tenderness, your own moans against you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He would take the big spoon role. If you twitch or shift in the middle of the night, he stirs instantly like a guard dog trained to detect escape. โWhere're you going?โ even if you were just adjusting the blanket โYou're alright, just sleep.โ and he pulls you back in like a warm snare trap one arm under your pillow and arm tight around your waist.
First time goon to this man ๐ฉโ๐ณ

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description: the creature that had been stalking you for who knows how long had finally went closer to you. you didnโt even know itโd approach you that soon, but when you walk out to see the overlooming figure over you, you canโt help but try to get on its good side.
a/n: iโm really struggling with writers block but minecraft has me locked in with this cute little horror mod, we love Lenny here. My other works are being worked on, I promise you that.
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Your house was built further in the forest away from the village in the plains at least a few miles away, you used to live in the comforting home where you had the golems to protect you. Family, friends, so much more but curiosity took over of the stranger that always caught your eye who stood on the outskirts of town.
The sound of a purr filled your ears as your cat was the only thing left from the village. Soft orange fur basked in the sunlight beneath the windows as you sat up off the couch, youโve been delving into books lately. Recently going back and forth between the library and your home to get some statements on what stands outside your house at night.
You see it, sometimes. Itโs tall, tall enough that it would have to bend down to walk through your doorway. It wasnโt exactly human, more like a mythical beast. But not a zombie, nor a creeper. Sometimes, it looked like a spider standing on two legs and then it would look like a normal human being. Nothing was written in the books about it, at least not in your library. Every time you ask the librarian about a book that has a big looking spider that really isnโt a spider, they look at you like you just killed their dog.
You tried to take matters into your own hands, you have tried approaching it. Many times, but it runs. It was skittish, but it didnโt seem like it hated you. You canโt tell, but sometimes in the morning you wake up to see hair on your front steps or even some sewage that did not look sanitary. You put it in a jar whenever you get these odd gifts, you canโt just throw a gift away, thatโs rude. You had learned over time that whatever it is really likes cooked meat, and golden apples. You observed that when you threw out the burnt steak you ruined when you left your furnace running longer than it should have, because when you turned your back in your peripheral vision a black blur had made its way to where the meat was and ran off into the deep foliage of the forest.
The book you had been reading about spiders only was set onto your coffee table as you had moved to the kitchen to grab the spare bowl of cooked meat you had left over for the creature. Your mama always raised you to be kind, no matter who it is. You held the bowl at your hip as you went to open the door, head turned to look at the interior of the house and to reassure yourself that your cat isnโt running out like usual due to the strange deaths of your livestock. When you had turned around, you were met with a large shadow and the tall figure of the creature standing a few feet away from your front steps.
You were frozen, its eyes stared directly into yours as a shiver found your body. It never got this close, it was always at the treeline.
You stepped down a step, noticing the creature flinching back a little bit and without hesitation you had ushered out softly, โEasy, I just got food for you. The stuff you like,โ
The reassurance dripped off your tongue like you had been saying it to the creature for months, you have. You canโt tell why you want to get so close, or understand why your chest aches every time it runs off. You had reached a hand to grab a piece of cooked chicken breast from the night before, thatโs when you noticed it moved closer.
The creature had slowly moved closer to your form on the porch steps, bending down slightly to peer into the bowl as its long fingers extended. As if hesitating, a low gurgle rumbled from its throat as a distorted voice had reached your ears, โood,โ
Your eyebrows pinched at that, it never talked. You didnโt think it could, you slowly extended your hand towards it. Giving a simple yet encouraging nod, โCome on, itโs okay,โ
You didnโt move when the creature leaned down directly in front of you, one of its arms reached and grasped the railing as its slender fingers gripped tightly before its other wrist had grabbed yours. Head tilting down, inhaling the scent of the cooked chicken as you felt the velvet like fuzz against your skin from its hand that had captured your wrist. A low growl had emanated from its throat, before letting your wrist go and snagging the chicken breast from you. Its coiled back quickly, feet moving like it was about to bolt as it stood there momentarily.
โHanโ ouu,โ It gurgled in that same distorted voice, before it bolted into the tree-line. Leaving you standing there on the porch in shock at how easy that interaction went.
You let out an exhale you didnโt even know you were holding. Stepping off the porch as your eyes looked into the foliage where it had run off into, it was progress. When a loud holler was heard from one of your cows you had initiated to turn yourself around, letting out a groan when you noticed that another one of your livestock was killed, running a hand over your face as you groaned. Supposedly you did get a good thing, and a bad thing as well. Lucky you.
When it comes to the creepy pasta men, how high are their confidence when it comes to attracting girls? When meeting a girl, do they think "ohhhh yeahhhh she's definitely into me"? Or more like " A scum like me shouldn't be talking to this angel infront of me"
Are they confident that their looks alone can attract a girl, or do they do mischievous, sly acts and maneuvers to woo her.
This is such a thoughtful question ๐
The Creeps' Confidence Around Girls
Tobyโs confidence is generally low, and that goes double when it comes to girls. Heโs carried insecurities his entire life - growing up with Touretteโs and a severe stutter made him feel different, like the odd one out. These days, heโs come a long way in accepting himself. His tics used to be a huge source of insecurity, but now theyโre justโฆ there, and heโs learned not to care as much. Becoming a proxy helped too - getting bigger, stronger, and gaining a sense of power definitely boosted his confidence. Still, when it comes to girls, those old insecurities linger. He never truly believes someone could be into him and constantly compares himself to others, thinking things like โIf only I were as charming as Timโฆโ or โIf only I were as smooth as Brianโฆโ Those thoughts tend to drag him down. That said, when it comes to sex, Toby is surprisingly confident. He knows heโs blessed downstairs and knows he can please a girl - his struggle is really in the early stages: approaching, talking, and believing someone could actually like him.
Tim is a confident guy and has no trouble talking to girls. Heโs a natural charmer and sweet-talker, carrying himself with the ease of a big, strong man who knows his presence is felt. Sometimes he even overestimates himself, assuming someoneโs into him when they arenโt. Overall, he feels good about his appearance. Still, he has insecurities, mainly about his anger issues. As much as he wants a girl, he knows deep down heโs not always the best influence. When he truly starts to like someone, thereโs a part of him that believes she deserves betterโฆ even though the selfish, hungry part of him wants her badly.
Brian knows heโs handsome. He works out, stays active, and has caught girls checking him out more than once. But he doesnโt really care and never goes out of his way to charm anyone. Heโs not a natural flirt, and while his looks might draw someone in, his cold demeanor makes him seem unapproachable. Heโs confident in his abilities, and once he decides he likes a girl, he doesnโt struggle to get her. His insecurities run much deeper, rooted in the monster he believes heโs become. He sees himself as evil, an abomination, and almost feels sorry for any girl who gets close to him.
Ben isnโt nearly as confident as he pretends to be. On the surface, he seems comfortable with himself - funny, relaxed, almost cocky. Heโs talkative, easy to be around, and gives off the impression that he knows exactly who he is. But underneath that, heโs riddled with insecurities. He hates his height, thinks heโs too short, wishes he were ripped, wishes he had more muscle. He fixates on oddly specific things too - his jaw, his shoulders, the way his body is built. Still, he doesnโt dwell for long. He knows heโs smart and funny, and he leans into that when it comes to girls. He truly believes his personality is his strongest asset and uses humor as his main weapon, convinced that laughter is the way to a girlโs heart.
Jeff presents himself as the most confident man alive - or at least, thatโs what he wants everyone to believe. One look at his smug attitude and effortless charm and youโd assume nothing ever gets to him. He has no problem talking to girls, drawing them in with that half-rude, subtly vulgar charm that makes them blush, giggle, and want more. Heโs extremely sexually confident and very aware that heโs well-endowed. He carries himself like a man whoโs never had to doubt his appeal. But beneath that confidence, Jeff knows heโs scum. Some days, the self-loathing runs so deep he wants to die. He never talks about it, but he regrets the scars on his face - what used to be raw damage now healed into two thin, pale lines stretching from the corners of his mouth. Most days, he can ignore them, convincing himself they add to his intimidation factor and serve his overall image, something that makes him look dangerous rather than damaged. But when he overthinks it, the disgust hits hard, sharp enough to make him want to hurt himself for ever ruining what he considers his once-handsome face. None of this shows on the surface, though. Outwardly, Jeff remains smooth, smug, and self-assured. He works out, knows his height works in his favor, and isnโt bothered by his lean frame since heโs still strong and built. He knows he can get girls, and that certainty is the armor he wears.
Jack rarely thinks about himself - and when he does, he hates it. At his core, he despises what heโs become. He avoids his reflection because he genuinely believes heโs disgusting. He used to be confident in his appearance, but after everything that happened, he canโt stand the sight of himself. Because of that, he never believes girls could want him. If someone does show interest, heโs genuinely baffled, unable to understand why anyone, especially a pretty girl, would give him the time of day. Heโs confident in other areas: his intelligence, his skill, his sharp mind. But when it comes to his appearance, heโs completely hopeless about it. Still, if he truly likes someone and wants to win them over, he buries those insecurities deep and presents only a calm, composed, smooth exterior - what he assumes a girl would prefer to see.
Final ranking of their confidence around girls:
Jeff (loud, smug, and dripping with confidence on the outside, even though he hates himself way more than anyone realizes) Tim (comfortable and charming with girls, but always a little held back by knowing heโs got issues of his own) Brian (fully aware heโs attractive, just cold and distant about it because he thinks getting close to him is a bad idea) Ben (acts confident and funny, but is quietly insecure about basically everything physical and leans hard on humor instead) Toby (slowly building confidence, but still convinced heโs not what girls want and compares himself to everyone else) Jack (has almost no confidence when it comes to girls and genuinely canโt believe anyone would want him)
Light's intrusive thought wins, he can't help touching that stubble. I bet sometimes he forgets that L is a grown ass man.
Idk, i think i could do it better if i have enough time๐ญ
Btw this freak idea appears when i was in the school toilet

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