#Daan fear and hunger x reader

[lefarte]

How would they take care of a sick friend?

Characters: Levi, Olivia, Daan, Pav

Some of these could be read as platonic

A/N: This is… entirely self indulgent because I myself am sick….😭 but also hey hii hello. This was very comforting for me. No one requested it, but I actually wrote this a long time ago in my notepad app before I even made this blog. I learned a lot about writing in this time so I’m sorry if the quality is a bit worse.

TWS: sickness (obviously)

Levi

Levi has been through this before. He’s been sick more times in his life than he’s been healthy at this point. He knows what to do. He talks you through it slowly and precisely, he holds you hair back when you throw up, he changes your blankets when they get covered in sweat… he would never make you feel gross or ashamed, no matter how bad it gets.

That said, his personality isn’t going to completely flip on itself just because you’re sick. He wants to help you, but he is naturally timid. It might be awkward for a while. He struggles to carry a conversation at the best of times. Much less when you are in so much pain…

And depending on how feverish you are, it might be scary to fall in and out of sleep and see him staring at you from across the room with his big ass eyes. (It’s not his fault, he’s just worried.)

I also imagine he’s the type of guy who gets sick when he sees other people sick. So he’ll be holding back his own nausea for until you’re asleep, or until you’re back on your feet. Until then he would be on high alert, even more vigilant than usual. If an enemy made it inside while you were vulnerable, he would never forgive himself. So he’d pull out all the stops, barricading the doors, covering the windows… (even if it’s not necessary and you’re in a safe place, like the train.)

Hope you don’t plan on going anywhere once you get up because he’s going to get sick too now 💔

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Olivia

She’s going to be all over you. Of course she doesn’t want to be overbearing, but she really doesn’t want to see her friend in pain! And she can’t wait to impress you with her knowledge of botany. She has something for every symptom, an oil or lotion or extract. If she doesn’t have it, she will track it down!

She really loves the feeling of you depending on her. This is a rare opportunity for her to prove her skills to you, and to herself. And there is no one better to understand your pain than her! She knows the feeling of being trapped in bed rest, antsy and lonely, better than anyone else.

Olivia is determined not to let you feel that way. She cares about you. She wants you to get better! If you refuse her advice or try to pretend like you’re not sick, she will be dejected.

She will try to take you outside to look at the flowers and get some sunshine, and she explains every flower in detail. (She would be happy to do that anyway.) She even brings you little bugs, and if she’s lucky, a frog or a lizard!

Will share her comfort items with you. She has weighted blankets, lots of medicine, and heat pads!

She reads books to you, and her voice is so beautiful you’ll fall asleep.

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Daan

He lowkey feels guilty for failing to take care of you

After everything he lost, you’re his treasure! He would give you the best bedside care you’ve ever imagined, you’d never want for anything. All the stops, backrubs, cuddles, cleaning your forehead with rags. He would even pull out some tricks from his old butler days and make you some yummy soup.

If you look at him with big sad eyes or god forbid he sees a single tear, he’s whipping out the Sylvian magic. You’d have to beg him not to.

He absolutely would give you kisses, doesn’t care a bit if he gets sick. “Nothing that an ibuprofen and some cigarettes can’t fix, my darling.”

He would straight up give you opium if you asked, there is literally no better partner if you’re easily sick or chronically ill. Your face would be covered in lipstick kisses by the time it’s over.

Immediately after he’s done, he would go back to being a sarcastic and calm guy. Perhaps a little shy?

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Pav

“Have a beer, sweetheart.”

This is not… the best person to be stuck with in this scenario. Because of his experience in the war, his pain scale is a little screwy, so it would take a lot for him to be concerned.

He still sticks around you though. He’s loyal to a fault with his partner, I truly believe this, he’s protective and affectionate. He would not abandon you at your weakest, no no no no. That’d be cruel.

He holds your hair up when you throw up. He will draw you a bath or or give you cuddles! He’s definitely a bit more accomadating when you’re sick.

Pav doesn’t mind kissing you when you’re sick. He tells you he’s never been sick before, in his life. You’ve certainly never seen like it in front of you, but if he’s lying, it’s totally debateable. It could be that he does get sick, he’s good at hiding it. But knowing that, he’d still give you hundreds of kisses all over.

You have the honor of sharing snacks with him (greedy hoarding bastard). If you’re good.

[dadsbongos]

Daan x fem!reader smut pleaseee?

not super proofread :3  697 words  i think this takes place in an au where instead of elise, daan meets you :P and no termina lol

warnings - p in v, unprotected, femdom aura (fem reader btw), PATHETIC man as he should be, hints of daan being an unstable wench

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“You’re precious this way,” you twirl a finger in the doctor’s short hair.

“Miserable?” he squeezes your hips tighter despite the huff.

“Flustered,” you coo, working your hand down the smooth slope of his throat. Your fingers bob at his groan of protest. 

“I have to be up early tomorrow, you know that…” his face is quickly growing red. However, the way his eyes are darting from your lips to your breasts to the apex of your thighs pressing snugly onto him tells you he doesn’t actually care that he has to be up early tomorrow.

But you do love to tease, “Oh?” you pout, shifting onto your knees and off Daan’s lap, “So, I should move then? Best to let you rest, right?”

“Well…” he whines, almost pathetically, and rolls his eyes while pulling at the tight collar of his shirt with one hand, “I never said that.”

“Aw,” you wring both hands around the back of his neck and angle his face to press your lips on his, “Do you want me, darling?”

“I live to want you, my love.”

You kiss him again, “Right answer.”

Daan can’t even weasel his way back to your shared bedroom before you’ve worked off his ugly plaid trousers. And he has no room to so much as slide off the couch before you’ve fished his cock free. Flushed red and soft and curving into your warm palm.

Puckering your lips, spit foams and dribbles onto the head of Daan’s erection, it twitches at the cooling agent. Brief, wet respite before you charitably slot him into the crease of your thigh -- only long enough tug your panties to the side and yank up your skirt, but even that feels comparable to eternity of suffering. 

“Hurry,” he snips, bucking up into the sweltering plump of your thigh, only to quickly soften his tone, “<i>please</i>...”

“As I said,” you coo, kissing up Daan’s neck, “You’re precious this way.”

He whines into your mouth, lips slippery with want and legs tight with desperation, once you finally concede and sink your pelvis to his. His cock basks in the velvety scorch, and Daan makes his appreciation known with even thrusts up into you. Intentional to not only meet your rocking, but initiate contact as deep as he can carve.

Daan latches onto the hem of your shirt and rips it up and over your head, teasing his thumbs against where the fat of your tits spills over your bra. His teeth dig into the plush as he croons and whines about your pussy. <i>So good, tight-- fucking warm. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. You’re mine, right? You’re mine.</i>

It’d be strange to hear if he weren’t whispering it into your soft breasts like he’s afraid to be negated. 

“All yours,” you confirm, curling both arms around his head and pushing him closer. Your thighs suction to his sides -- desperate bouncing cooling into pathetic grinds. 

Daan, however, forces you to keep moving up and down on his cock. His hands strong as he manhandles your movements for his own pleasure, but he is a gentleman so he reaches between the sweltering core of your conjoined bodies and circles your clit. 

“I want to feel you cum on me,” he professes, thrusts speeding up -- rapid jerks to fuck your juices out of you. Reveling in the downright degenerate sound of your wet cunt spilling and sucking with his every drive inside you, “You’re so wet, darling. Is that for me? It is, right? You’re so wet for me?”

Needy hands pull and squeeze at your pliant flesh, his cock twitching as he leaks broken moans. Soon he’s sputtering hot cum inside you, forcing your hips to still right against him. And continuing his gentlemanly pattern, Daan uses his grip on you to force you to swish back and forth. Your clit brushing the hairs at his pelvis. Even as he softens, Daan kisses and licks and begs for your own orgasm.

“Please,” he pants, “Need to feel you cum, darling. Let me feel you.”

Daan truly is the best for you when he’s like this: flustered and red and begging.

[mara-xx217]

Hii, same person from ao3! I would be very happy if you could make a part 2 for that Pocketcat fic <3

This was in reference to this ask~

There's a hint of Daan/Olivia here solely for the interactions they have together and Pocketcat's dialogue at the museum on the third night.

Warnings: Obsession/Delusions, Stalking, False Memory Implantation, Effects of Moonscorching, Drugging

The third night of the third day...

This was it. You knew it. The handful of remaining survivors knew it. The Trickster god and his servants knew it... It was as though the gates of the Sulfur Pit were about to open here, in Prehevil, at any moment. The sky was a sickly green, too bright for a black night but far too dark for a midday sun. You could see Rher in the sky, watching you with his many eyes as he judged you, sneering down at you and the last remnants of your companions that haven't either died or succumbed to his influence.

There was no where that was safe from the Moon god's influence. You wandered through the streets, feeling sick, feeling lost, feeling as though there was something itching inside of you and begging for release. You don't even know where you are, having nearly been blinded by that goddamned itching that shook you to your core. Are you turning into them, the Moonscorched? It wasn't until you heard a heavy door being thrown open that you realized that you weren't alone.

"O' ho? What do we have here?~"

You recognized that voice. God, it was him, the one that has been following you around since the train first stopped in Prehevil... You've had so many dreams about him, so many fleeting thoughts and things almost akin to memories flooding into your mind that's left you feeling confused and disoriented. Your body reacted violently, a wave of nausea crashing over you as you took a step back from the mask wearing gentleman and the conspicuously empty wheelchair that he was pushing in front of him.

"Why hello there, my favourite friend!~ How I've missed you in the last precious few hours of the night!" The purple mask-wearing man giggled to himself as he halted midstep. He released the wheelchair and seemed to notice just how ill you looked.

"Dear oh dear! My friend, you appear ghastly! If you don't mind me saying, of course! Why not take a seat so the two of us can enjoy the rest of the night together, hmm? There is a fabulous bash going on, as you can see, and it would be a shame of you couldn't partake, even if to enjoy the atmosphere." He gestured over his shoulder and you could only stand there, almost too weak to move , as he stepped around the wheelchair and began to approch you.

"D-Don't- h-ha.... D-Don't... p-please..." Your eyes fell on his trousers and your brows furrow as their pattern looks hauntingly familiar to you.

"W-Wha...? W-Where- ugh- i-is Daan a-and Olivia...?"

Your voice was almost too soft to be heard. Were you losing your mind? You tried to pull away as he gentle took you by the arm but you had literally no energy to spare. Sitting down wasn't the balm that you were hoping it to be. Every bone in your body ached and you could taste blood in your mouth.

"Oh, don't worry about either of them. Daan has taken Olivia to dance not so long ago. If I remember correctly, she is still dancing, even after he's left her." Even though it hurts, your heart skips a beat.

What the hell was he saying...?

Olivia can't walk... she can't even stand with assistance.

W-What the-?

The rumble inside of the museum was agony on your ears and teeth. Every vibration made your vision blur and you were sure that you were about to die at any moment.

Maybe Tanaka and Pav were the lucky ones...

Maybe you should have given up from the very beginning...

"Oh, love... You look positively green!" The masked man tutted, the sound muffled to the point you couldn't even hear it.

"Here, I know something that will help with the pain."

You blink, exhausted as you feel your hair shift from your shoulder. Several locks of your hair fall from your head, though if he notices, he says nothing. A burning sting pricks your neck but the feeling is instantly replaced by a sickening heat that swiftly envelopes your entire body in the blink of an eye.

"There! It's that much better?~ It's thanks to the kind doctor that I have what is necessary to bring you comfort in this last moment of discomfort." The little strength that you had left totally failed you, leaving you slumping in Olivia's chair.

The sight pleased the masked gentleman. You were suffering greatly, thanks to his master's influence. While he couldn't interfere with the greater plan of things, he was by no means disallowed to ease the pain that you felt.

After all, this was a festival, and he was just as allowed to partake in it as the other contestants were...

"Would you have this last dance with me, my love?" He didn't wait for you to answer, merely picking you out of Olivia's wheelchair and forcing you on your feet. He had one arm around your waist and the other around your neck, pressing you flush against his chest as he leaned down and placed his cheek on the top of your head.

"Don't mind all the eyes watching us, turtle dove~ They are in their own little worlds, apart from our own... During this last hour, it will only be you and me... You and me..."

He hummed along to the music that played in the museum, gently swaying to and fro with you in his arms. Your head rolls and lolls, and you can't think of anything other than the desperate need to shed your skin and free yourself from this tortuous existence as something you no longer were....

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @thanksatt, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[degenerateworm]

Halloween request: Could I please ask for a drabble involving yandere Pocketdaan and gender neutral reader please? I adore the concept of Daan's affections towards reader turning dark once he gets possessed (as a bonus, I'd also love it if maybe Pocketcat was attracted/obsessed with reader too), and reader being horrified and conflicted by it all. 🥰

Thank you for considering! 🎃✨️

Absolutely! And happy Halloween, friendly anon!

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Oh my goodness, Daan would be a HUUUGE candidate for being a yandere! With how much he's lost, how much he's been through... His wife, his family...

Finding you in Prehevil was the best thing that has happened to him in years. A ray of sunshine in his endless, cloudy grey sky.

Despite his rather deadpan attitude, you stuck to him like a piece of gum, constantly giving him those sunshine smiles and eyes that make his heart ache with feelings he hasn't felt in a long time.

So when he moonscorches, it's only natural that the Pocketcat would develop those same feelings for you.

But... In not exactly the same way.

While Daan wanted to live side by side with you, Pocketcat wants to possess you, like an object.

Where Daan cradled you in your moments of upset and doubt, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, Pocketcat will hold you in a vice grip, purring loudly, his claws pricking beads of blood on your skin as you cry and cry.

Pocketcat doesn't mind your tears.

It's a sign of the darkness inside of you, and for that, he adores it.

A sign that you two were meant for each other.

[slutterhaus]

.resemblance

AN: I love F&H and I love angst, so why not mix them together with one of my favorite boys? CWs: Angst no comfort, very light smut, mourning and mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, light spoilers. Other: Second Person POV, GN!Reader, reader's fate is up to you. Not proofread, we die Moonscorched. Under read more for obvious reasons.

Looking at his eye should have brought you peace, it should've made your heart skip a beat in this intimate moment, yet all it brought were thoughts that made your gut wretch. Ever since you met him in Prehevil you were enamored with Daan, and for a moment, you felt as if he was too. But the realization that you simply bore a resemblance to his late wife made it all too clear that you were nothing more than a placeholder, a what could have been if Elise had never ended up at that stitched up thing. It made your blood boil, teeth clenching as he thrusted into you.

His grunts filled the room, your own noises having died down as soon as your train of thought began. Daan didn't seem to notice either, even as perceptive as he was, perhaps because he was too caught up in his own world and how your hole clenched around his cock. That only served to make your anger and resentment worse.

Even when he finished and cleaned you up, the scowl had already made its way to your face. And when he handed you his cigarette for you to take a drag from, you let the heat of the smoke settle on your tongue. Such an intimate moment, ruined, and he had finally taken notice. The silence of the room was deafening, worse than having all those horrible noises from outside surround you, and the tension was thicker than the fog that engulfed the city. Daan eventually broke the silence by clearing his throat, but it only earned him a glare.

He wondered if Elise ever looked at him that way, if she held the same anger in her eyes when he couldn't save her. And now he's dragged you with him into his misery, because eyes that once looked at him with affection now bore holes into his head, all because he let himself fall for the smallest hope he had of being with his wife one last time. Which ironically, was what happened after he left the building to continue on with this fucked up festival, only in the worst way possible. He couldn’t leave her like that, turned into a monster by some cruel God. And gods did the wound in his heart open again as he held the limp body in his arms for a second time.

Even when it was all over, when he was back on the train, his mind wandered. Your face morphed with Elise's, then to that stitched up monstrosity that he refused to believe was his wife. It was like his own personal Hell, and the devil chuckled behind him with a Cheshire cat grin. Daan knew he couldn't outrun it, could never escape this horrible hole he found himself in.

His chest burned at his last fond memory of you, where you comforted him after one of the passengers had just Moonscorched. Your delicate hands running through his hair at the bar's couch, the way your lips placed a soft kiss onto his forehead, just like Elise did. A scoff left his lips, knowing how much he hurt you with the exact comparison. He knew his wife was gone, and know, because of him, you were too.

[cl0wnl0re]

Current Queue/WIPS

Saiki Kusuo x reader FLUFF for anon Daan (Fear and Hunger) x Reader (TRANSMASC / T4T) for anon

*Reminder: my requests are semi-open, please send them my way! even if i don't write them, i love hearing new ideas*

[dadsbongos]

Can you do some NSFW headcannos of Daan from Fear & Hunger – Termina? I really liked that chapter you wrote about him.

very general nsfw headcanons because i attacked his psyche instead of his dick. will probably return and add more when i get horned knee :)

gender neutralized reader implied below ~~~

i feel like daan is not someone very easy to crack open but once you’ve got his heart you don’t have to work too hard for his boner because he trusts and loves you

just be patient with the fella, he’s been through a lot and if he’s at the point where he feels comfortable exploring intimacy the last thing he needs is to feel any pressure

after you’ve gotten comfortable with each other, he wants sex between you two to be fun and relaxing above all, nothing heavy or overbearing in its romanticism just because then it can feel a little too prepared or orchestrated

not that he DOESN’T like being romantic, he just mostly wants sex to be you know fun and carefree

i can see daan flipping between pillow prince supreme and red-faced giver soaked in cum

it depends on the alignment of the stars and which phase of the moon you’re in though, he doesn’t have a distinct pattern 

though because funger can NEVER be totally happy i will say: he probably views sex as somewhat transactional, no matter how hard he tries to correct himself. it isn’t even a situation where he’s like “hey i gave you oral, now you need to do this for me” he only views it as a transaction when it comes to himself

he feels very guilty after his pillow prince moments like he’s somehow taking advantage of your love for him, so please please reassure this poor man omg

ok back to fun fuckin nasty:

big mumbler, his mouth cannot stop running when he’s getting his dick wet, he sounds so winded and astonished that you’re even here

he is very easy to fluster as well, you smile up at him while sucking him off and his whole face goes red

has a complicated relationship with his glasses when it comes to sex because they can slip when things get hot n sweaty but he also wants to SEE you in full hd4k

by nature he is not a domineering partner and feels much easier letting you tell him what to do, where to put himself, what you want him to do, etc. he’d have to be pretty riled up to take full control

he just gets kinda… negatively jittery when the idea of doing something you don’t like, like so jittery he isn’t even horny anymore (which runs back to the pillow prince/giver coin flip - if he isn’t in a set mood, he can be whatever you want)

i feel like daan isn’t PACKING packing but he’s like. Yeah! Decent! Definitely feels nice and he’s very focused on giving you the best experience

diligent and flexible fingers <3 lithe and long <3 wormy wet tongue <3

yeah whatever i want him let me live

[lefarte]

hello! may i have daan sfw and nsfw headcannons please? :3 take ur time if you're busy!

Kitty man….!

SFW

He’s more of a night owl than a morning person. He’ll cuddle you all morning and not let you up.

He likes to do the cooking! I firmly believe his love language is acts of service. If he’s not doing the cooking, then he’ll do the dishes. He is not keen on manual labor though. You will not convince this man to fix your car or anything. He loves you but he just won’t do it.

I call him kitty man, but he likes all animals, and pets naturally gravitate towards him. If you have pets, they will like him more than you within only a few weeks.

I imagine he can play the piano. He’s a bit rusty but he can still play. He can also sing a little tune on occasion. He’s fond of jazz. (Our modern-day music wouldn’t ‘suit his palate’.)

This is canon, but he uses odd outdated slang terms. Think “You’re off the cob” or “I’m really digging your jive.” He calls things “swell”. Though I suppose it would be trendy for the time period…?

He wears makeup! He wears lipstick and eyeliner. (Just look at his sprite, that’s lipstick.)

His skin is always a little bit cold when you hold his hand or cuddle with him. He also puts his ice-cold hands on your back randomly. Just for funsies….

As a consequence of living most of his life in dreary Rondon streets, he does NOT handle heat. He could handle having limbs sawed off, eye gouged out, seen the horrors and brutality of war and prehevil without shedding a single tear, but summer heatwaves? He’s out of commission. He will NOT go outside. Whining all day.

Daan is naturally quite curious, and takes interest in your hobbies very quickly. He can be kind of a tough critic, but he doesn’t mean it; he never tries to be unfair. He’d be especially pleased if you have any passion for literature, or art.

Judges u for reading fanfiction 🤨

NSFW

I’m of the belief that Daan’s favorite act is not p in v. Penetration doesn’t rile him up. Now, if it was watching you fuck yourself with a dildo, it would be different. He prefers outercourse over intercourse. Frotting, fingering, mutual masterbation… oral… THAT’S the kind of thing he likes.

Daan is a switch. But regardless of whether he’s dominant or submissive to you, he prefers to be the one doing the work. He likes to be the one who touches you, less so the other way around.

He has a deep fascination with bondage. The feel of it, the aesthetics of it, and the aspect of vulnerability. I think most of his fantasies involve bondage. Collars and leashes are his favorite.

A lot of Daan’s private fantasies revolve around the idea of ‘casual bondage’. Think, one partner is tied up, blindfolded and left in a room while one goes to run some errands, or sit by and read as if nothing is even wrong. Or perhaps a free use dynamic where sex can happen any time, any place…

Daan has a bit of a thing for public sex. If you’re in a restaraunt or a park that just so happens to be empty, he might get a little frisky and just happen to find his hand somewhere…

He’s also into exhibitionism in general. He’d be excited by the idea of making a sex tape. He wouldn’t suggest it on his own, but he’d think about it in his off time. Threesomes are also an idea he fancies.

….Hes also a cuckhold. He enjoys watching you being railed while touching himself… I really think this is true to his character.

He prefers gentle sex over rough sex. If the sex is rough, it’s usually more verbally dirty talking than physically rough. He can’t help being a little doting over you. He just likes the romance.

[degenerateworm]

Not a request but a concept I wish to share: the more Daan gives in to his dark tendencies, the more he (unbeknowst to himself) exhibits feline traits (ex. his pupil becoming slitted, his eye-colour shifting to yellow, his nails and incisors sharpening, etc.)

Oh my goobness, yes!

You'll find him staring at you from across the room as you listen to the others from the train, but when you look over, he looks away.

Was it just your imagination, or did his eye look... Yellow?

When Daan sees you laugh and show affection to the others, he bares his teeth, gripping his waistcoat tightly.

But when he hears a slight rip, he stops, looking down at his hands. To his horror, his nails have sharpened, long and razor-like.

What are you doing to him..?

[degenerateworm]

Dear Worm, can I please request yandere Daan headcanons? There's so little about him. 👉👈

Of course, friend!

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I can imagine Daan finds you as a local to Prehevil, somehow managing to escape moonscorching by the skin of your teeth, just as maybe a different start than to my other fics.

Daan can't help but see a little bit of Elise in you, your optimism in the face of such horror and the naivety you display when you try to befriend the one eyed stranger now taking an interest in you.

"Hey, you don't have a light, do you..?"

With you in tow, Daan will try to avoid confrontation at all costs; relying on your knowledge of the area to get around, as well as making his way through the town to find answers about his deceased wife and father in law.

You go to him for every little scrape and scratch, worrying over each little thing that could be infected, and he can't help but find it... Cute.

But because you're a local, you know about the sulphur god, and you find the sigil in the White Mold Apartments. He will question you desperately, muttering under his breath from time to time as he stares at the blood painted on the floor.

Daan's head is full of tangled thoughts. Elise and the Baron... Sacrificed to the sulphur god..? And what if you worship it too?

"I... I'm fine. I just... I need to think."

After the apartments, he will be quite silent, staring at you with his scrutinising eye. He's fond of you. He might even say he's developed a little crush... But if you know anything, he will get it out of you.

And in the middle of the night, you awaken to a cold blue eye staring you down, Daan's body pinning you to the bed, and a wickedly sharp scalpel pressed to your neck.

"Don't scream."

He questions you with a sinister look on his face, before quickly realising you had nothing to do with the worship of the Sulphur god and sighing.

You feel the tense air change slightly when Daan gazes at your quivering lips. His mind is conflicted for a second, before you open your lips to speak and he takes the initiative.

In a split second he kisses you, sighing out an almost obscene moan. He's forgotten how good skinship feels, how healing a pair of sweet lips can feel on his own.

Daan's mouth tastes like cigarettes, and you can only try to squirm out of his grip as he pulls away and licks his lips.

He looks like a predator in this moment, his eyes almost feline as he gazes down at you. You are a possession, his possession. And he isn't planning on letting you get away anytime soon.

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This ended up more of an imagine, so my apologies! I think I'll be getting plenty of Daan asks though, and if you aren't satisfied, be sure to ask again. Thank you!

[lefarte]

I bet you guys didn’t expect me to be keeping track huh? I take tally of every single request I get…. 😈

Thank you everyone for your support 🫶

[lefarte]

lefarte my hero... could i pls have some hcs for daan w/ a partner who has chronic pain and trouble walking/uses a walker. tyvm

Yes my lovely anon

First thing, if you don’t already have one Daan has set up a pill organizer for you, and will always give you your pills at the same time every day. If your medicine is taken as needed, he’ll always have it on standby. If for some reason, you refuse to take your pills, he will grab you by your scruff like a cat and put it in your mouth. No excuses….

Also if you live in America he will chew out insurance companies for you. He rarely gets mad but he’ll definitely bitch at them.

He would want to talk to your doctor on the downlow. Maybe try to sneak a peek at your records. No, Daan, that’s a violation of HIPPA 😒 stop that

He’s not the strongest man in the world, but he did a fair amount of running around during the war. He’s no pushover in terms of strength. If you need him to, he can carry you. He also likes that it’s kind of romantic. He wants to be your walker

Another thing is baths. If it’s a bad pain day, or even if you just have trouble with your hygiene because you’re stuck in bed! You’re getting put into a warm bath. And he buys you bath bombs too in the shape of cute little animals or hearts to cheer you up. You have no idea when he finds the time to buy stuff like this.

Mild exercise every day (if it’s not too painful of course). At least 5 minutes of stretching every day. Like 3 weeks into this relationship you will be SO flexible.

If you’re stuck in bed he will also join you for cuddles and naps. Or reading together. Or he can watch a movie with you, if you insist, but he’ll usually say he liked the book better.

I think Daan would be quietly content. Not because you’re in pain of course, but because he can be useful to you. He likes to know that he’s the one who makes you feel safest. Whenever you smile, he feels a great sense of pride.

Poor Daan always talks cynically but sometimes he worries himself sick over you. He watches you like a hawk.

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Fear and hunger, like I don't mind monster (? If crow or guard or poket cat) and all but what about Pav from Termina??? :3. ;33

With Pav x reader if you don't mind, like I hope you don't mind me blabbing and all but I imagine Pav got curious and got the attention from reader but they(or she I don't mind) didn't notice and all , Pav be like Mine and he thought after the festival am gonna make them mine or something like that lmao

I've been thinking about him for a while and I've been liking him more and more. So here's some headcanons for him and a fem!reader as the Festival takes place!

Warnings for general Pav toxic-ness and shitty behavior

Day One - Day Two

Pav isn't sure why you have caught his eye. Maybe you remind him of someone from his past, from the village that the Kaiser had raised so long ago. Maybe you were just cute to him, maybe you looked like a particularly easy target to him-

He's got some serious shit to do. He can't be flirting with every dame that he crosses... though it's not like there are many left in Prehevil, or at least those that aren't hideously deformed or raving mad.

Fuck it. He's a dead man and he knows it. Might as well have fun while he still can.

Pav is the most obnoxious courter and he fucking knows it. What better way to get a lady's attention other than to be the loudest, most flamboyant man on the battlefield?

He's kind of vile... Leering at you, catcalling you, whistling like the wolf he is. You didn't know what you were hearing at first, so you pretended as though you couldn't hear him at all. For all you know, it was one of the mad villagers losing their minds.

Being ignored isn't in Pav's style, so he will directly confront you and anyone else that might be in your presence and Gods forbid if there's a lad with you, because he will be squaring up for a fight.

Get used to being called 'his good girl', because that's exactly what he'll call you. Over and over again. Maybe it makes you blush a little... Or maybe your face is red from annoyance and anger. All of it is good for Pav.

"You're so pretty when you are furious with me, radiant one~"

He will threaten you with his gun, regardless of the fact that he has little intention to kill you. It's an extension of his person, as a solider, as a survivor...

Becomes unbelievably frustrated with the fact that you do not engage him like Abella or Marina does. No shouting, no 'fuck you's', no attention given to him whatsoever. What, do you think you're too good for him?!

Maybe you're right-

He can't stick around for long... He'd like to chase your skirt all damn day but he can't. There's... unfinished business he needs to attend to. He can't afford to fuck it up, even for a pretty little woman such as yourself...

Day Two - Day Three

He... failed...?

Waking up on the train, Pav is... disappointed that he is still alive. The shame of failure burns worse than the wound across his chest. He's nearly forgotten you, your face, your nice, nice ass in your pretty little skirt...

He's... surprised that you were on the train with him.

Pav isn't the cocky bastard that you met earlier in the Festival anymore. He's subdued. Quiet, almost... thoughtful. He avoids your gaze and has an expression equivalent to that of a kicked dog.

"How... do you feel?"

"..."

He rolled over and went back to sleep. Daan might have been the one to initially doctor his wounds but you were the one that continued to keep him alive.

Why? Well...

Pav was rather pathetic in your eyes. He was compensating for something, though what you weren't exactly sure of. He was dangerous and worse he was obnoxious.

But he was still human, and learning that he had attempted to assassinate the Kaiser had shifted the feeling of disgust that you had towards him into something more akin to pity.

Pav won't talk to you much. He's a wounded beast and you and him both know that he's due to die at any moment.

But it doesn't really stop you from making the last hours he has left at least bearable... More so than any of his time in the damn Bremen army has ever been.

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fics with obvious references to sex are not marked +18 because it feels redundant, but they are still meant for +18 audience. fics/blurbs that don't specify smut in the title are marked +18 for clarity's sake

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ragnvaldr | the outlander

-smut blurb anon requested general smut :)

-kanin under maanen (+18!) Desperate to survive the dungeons as an inexperienced fighter, you latch onto the man from the North -- the one smearing monsters into paste with single blows.

-untitled fluff blurb you n rag live in a cabin and have a good time

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cahara | the mercenary

-till death do us part (+18!) desperate to live, you and Cahara make love.

-you are like a sopping wet cat to him (blurb) terrible title, but it was a general request from anon soo

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pavel yudin | bremen lieutenant

-P(AV) IN V (+18!) you and pav fight… and then make up :3 with cool kitchen counter sex

-general bf headcanons requested! :P

-The Lovers Olivia asks you to watch over Pavel after his encounter with the Kaiser, and you're not the most professional nurse.

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daan von dutch | the doctor

-nsfw headcanons anon requested general headcanons

-smut blurb anon requested BANGING

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henryk kimikov | the chef

-fluff blurb anon requested! you work as a waitress at kimikov’s with henryk as the chef! he’s kind of a weirdo, but at least he’s handsome and shares food

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karin sauer | the journalist

-BOOB TOUCH (+18!) anon requested boob squeezing

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the prison guard

-the ogre problem You’re just a little guy in the dungeons of Fear & Hunger, hopefully you don’t run into any big scary prison guards…

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pocketcat

-rumplestiltskin pocketcat predator behavior anon request: Pocketcat x female reader drabble where the plot is either based on Rumpelstiltskin or Red Riding Hood, please