I’m begging you to write a darkDaniel fic where he is kind of possessed (?) or under an alien influence (idk) and only his s/o can bring him back to reality.
18+
Warnings: Violence, death threat to reader, Danny Boy has a Parasite 😥
"There you are," Daniel's voice surprised you when his arms wrapped around you from behind, his face nuzzling into your neck.
"You're supporting to be off-world," You comment, leaning your head on his, hands still fiddling with your keyboard, "Did something happen?"
"Missed you, Зайчик," He pulls you closer and starts nipping at your neck, "Gonna take you home and fuck you till you can't breathe."
"What?"
There's a stampede of boots behind you and you hear a zat.
"Daniel, step away from them."
You feel him scowl against your skin and he spins you both around, brandishing a gun. His left arm is around your throat, pressing you against his chest.
"I knew I should have killed you," he spit at the Colonel, "You're always such a pain in my ass."
"Daniel, you're not yourself right now," O'Neill argues, dried blood on his face from a wound on his forehead, "Now let Y/n go so we can talk this thro-"
"How 'bout I just kill them instead?" He roughly presses the barrel of the gun against your temple, "If you're gonna take my toy then I'm gonna break it."
"Damnit Danie-"
"Daniel please," he looks down at the soft sound of your frightened voice, "You're hurting me."
You feel the gun pull away slightly and his grip slack a bit.
"No one's trying to take anything from you, we just want to help you," Jack takes a step towards you and Daniel turns the gun back on him.
"I don't need help." He snaps, pulling you in front of him, "What I need, is for you to get out of my way!"
"Dan-"
"Get out!" You jump and scream when he shoots the floor infront oy them. He's using you as cover and no one has a clear shot. "Shut the door!"
O'Neill starts to back off, motioning for the others to do the same. The door to your lab closes before he hurries to the briefing room to come up with a plan.
"What the hell was that?!" You yell, pulling away from him. "What the fuck was that?!"
"They tried to take you from me," Daniel's voice is soft as he presses you against the wall, stroking your face, "And I stopped them."
"You held me at gunpoint."
"I did what I had to!" His hand wraps around your throat, "They don't get to take you."
He let's go, turns to your desk and starts grabbing robotic prototypes.
He's muttering to himself as he starts building something.
"Daniel, what are you-"
"Shut up. Shut Up. SHUT. UP!" He throws what's in his hand and spins back to face you. He stalks forward and slams you against the wall, hand lifting you off the ground by your neck, "I could kill you. Is that what you fucking want?"
Tears prick your eyes as you try to breathe, your hands pulling at his arm. "D-Daniel! P-please!"
His eyes go wide and he let's you go, stepping back as you fall to the ground.
"Y/n?!" He kneels next to you, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
His eyes dart around the room, "W-when did? What happened?"
He reaches to help you up when you jerk away and move to get the door open.
"Y/n?" He looks up at you in confusion from his spot on the floor when the door opens to show Teal'c standing there, zat in hand.
Before he can say anything else, Teal'c says him.
"Are you alright, Y/f/n Y/l/n?" He asks.
"Yeah," your voice is raspy.
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The first thing Daniel sees when he wakes up in the infirmary, 3 days later, is you sitting next to his bed. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the partially healed bruise on your neck.
"What happened?"
You look to him and smile.
"Morning, Sunshine" You move to sit on the edge on the bed, leaning down to kiss his forehead
"What happened?" He asks again, lightly tracing the bruise.
"You had a parasite," You say, "It made you go a little nuts."
He looks at you in shock, eyes flitting back and forth between your neck and face.
"I did-"
"No." You take his hands and squeeze them, "You were sick."
"I hurt you," he tries to pull away.
"Because you were sick." You tell him again, "It wasn't really you, it was a bug crawling around in your head."
He just looks at you with a pout and these big sad eyes (🥺) until you pull him in for a hug.
You pulled against the ropes tying your wrists and ankles to the bedpost, you're not sure you can take much more.
"You know... I wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't tried to run away," warm, callused hands run up and down your bruised thighs.
"I'm sorry," you whimper when he squeezes the sensitive skin, "I-it won't happen again, please."
"I know," he smiles hand dragging up to your cunt, sore and oversensitive from his constant abuse since he'd tied you to the bed hours ago, "But, you're such a pretty little thing tied up like this, Bunny."
You can't breath when he starts finger fucking you, your body is on fire and your back arches.
"No more," you cry when he pulls away, you're so close to passing out,"Daniel please, I can't."
"Sure you can, beautiful," he coos, stroking your face, the tip of his cock prodding your entrance, "Give me one more and I'll let you sleep, okay?"
He sounds almost endearing and sweet the way he says it, but you don't think your body could take it.
"Just one more," he insists as you shake your head, "One more for me. Then you can sleep."
The promise of being able.to.rest sounds like heaven, "O-okay."
Pain and pleasure mix as he pushes into you and you can feel tears start fall down your face.
He goes slow, drawing out each thrust, sucking on one of the many hickeys littered across your collarbone.
He wants to make this last as long as possible, want's to show you who you belong to, angling his hips just right to graze your g-spot each time he pushes back in.
You sob his name as you cum, your whole body tensing and seizing against your binds before you go slack, completely spent.
He unties your and pulls you tightly to his chest, wiping away tears from your wet face.
Okay, I'm asking for next week if you feel up to it. Our boy, soft little teddy bear. Gets possessed. Goes into dark!Daniel mode. Destroys us (sexually, physically, metaphorically. up to you) Gets unpossessed. Can you be my favorite person (again, still) and tell me the angsty, angsty after of his darkness? I want him to make me suffer, but then I also want him to suffer 😓😳
18+ I cast: Minors be gone!
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Dark!Daniel is Dark and doesn't want to take no for an answer, choking, violence, angst
You had no idea he was possessed when he threw you over his shoulder in the kitchen, there was a mix up with his blood tests and they thought he was clean.
“Won’t need these anymore,” He says as he all but tears your clothes from your body, “Θα διδάξει αυτό το μουνί σε ποιον ανήκει” Gonna teach this pussy who it belongs to
He yanks your head back by your hair as he fucks you from behind. He’s been at it for an hour at least, and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. His touches, always so soft and loving, seemed harsh and uncaring. Like you were there to be only fucked and nothing else.
“Η μικρή μου πόρνη,” My little cum slut. He groans in your ear, pressing your back against his chest, hand firmly around your throat, “Σας αρέσει όταν σε γαμώω σαν τη μικρή πόρνη που είσαι?” Do you like it when I fuck you like the little whore you are?
He chokes you harder when he cums inside your overly sensitive cunt.
You don’t remember passing out, but you wake up sore beyond belief, skin littered with bruises.
Once you manage to get your legs working again, you pull on a robe and stumble to the bathroom.
“And what do you think you’re wearing?” He asks, hands on your waist as you rummage trough the medicine cabinet. You scoff slightly and his fingers dig into your hips, spinning you to face him.
He presses you back into the counter before he starts peeling the robe back, "I didn't say you could cover up, I'm not done with you yet."
He starts dragging you out of the room, but you fight against him.
"Daniel stop!" You try to pry your wrist from his hand, "Baby this isn't you."
"Shut up!" He slams you against the wall, your head hitting harshly and his hand around your throat again, "You will not deny me what is mine!"
You can't breathe as he squeezes your airway, and he ignores the fear written all over your face.
When you nod he removes his hand, and you drop to the floor, coughing. He’s unprepared when you knock his legs out from under him. He goes down hard, hitting his head against the counter, knocking him unconscious.
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He wakes up in an isolation room, alone and his head is killing him. He reaches up to find a bandage on his temple and- oh god what happened? He doesn’t even remember coming back to Earth.
Fraiser comes in and explains what happened, after which he only has one question, “Where’s Y/n?”
Whenever he gets hurt, you’re always right there, sitting next to him in the infirmary.
“They’re... Recovering.”
“What?” His mind starts racing, what did he do? Did he hurt you? He feels his chest get tight.
“They’re going to be fine, Daniel,” Janet assures him, but it doesn’t help. Just the thought of himself hurting you makes him want to throw up.
He feel’s Janet’s hand on his shoulder, “I’ll go tell them you’re awake.”
Minutes feel like hours as he sits on the bed, his mind torturing him with horrifying images of his hands doing awful things to you.
But it’s nothing compared to the reality of you timidly stepping into the room, flanked by two armed men, your arms and neck covered in dark bruises.
“Bunny I-” He stands and moves closer but freezes when you take a small step back. He can almost hear the pieces of his heart hitting the floor. “I-...”
You look scared and his first instinct is to wrap you in his arms, but it’s him you’re scared of. He has no idea what to do or say and he feels tears start to well up in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” He manages to get out past the lump in his throat, “I-... Y/n I would never-...”
He feels like he can’t breathe.
He watches as you cross the room and pull him into an embrace.
The dam breaks and he starts sobbing.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” He cries, his arms carefully making their way around you, his touch almost nonexistent. He feels your body shudder and he realizes that you’re crying too, your hands desperately gripping the back of his shirt. He holds you tighter, but only just, “I love you so much, Bunny. So much."
Even though he knows it wasn't really him, he's going to be terrified of hurting you again. He's going to hold himself back from the cuddles he constantly craves and he's going to be overly gentle every time he touches you.
The scared look on your face haunts him and he has nightmares of you leaving.
What would Dark!Daniel do if he was turned invisible but could still interact with the world? Would he tease his s/o? stalk them? get ridiculously jealous? Public sex so his s/o looks completely insane?
Oh! This is an interesting one.
18+
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), invisible teasing, collar play
He knew what he was doing when he turned himself invisible, he'd messed with that piece of tech for weeks trying to get it to work
Random tugs on your collar, choking you, making you tumble forward slightly
Unseen hands trailing across your skin as you try to work, squeezing your legs, your ass, your throat, fingers digging into hickeys and you try to hold back moans
You have a good idea of what's happening, but you know you can't say anything or he'll do something worse
Trying to talk to colleagues with his lip on the shell of your ear is nearly impossible
Sitting at your desk you feel him tug at your pants and push your legs apart, you here him mutter, "Just pretend I'm not here."
But how are you supposed to ignore him when his lips are wrapped around your clit like that?
Holding your legs open as you try not to moan as he fucks you with his tongue
"If someone walks in-" your breath hitches as he does that one thing, "Daniel!"
"Quiet Зайчик," he teases, "Don't want people walking by to think you're playing with yourself."
Isn't letting you move for a while, he wants to have his fun with you, leave you quaking
“I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.” (Dark!Daniel)
More Dark!Daniel!!! 18+ only! Minors do not Interact!!!
Warning: Character death, blood
He'd finally found it. A perfect planet for you and him to be together.
All he had to do was get rid of the team and take care of the gate. Then he would have you all to himself and no one could try and take you away.
A gunshot and a spray of blood out of the corner of your eye. You spin around to see O'Neill collapse with a hole through his head and Daniel standing there, gun in hand.
You scream back away, reaching for your zat as you trip over yourself and land on your ass.
"Looking for this?" Daniel asks, your zat in his hand.
"You-You killed him!" Your eyes are wide switching between Daniel and Jack's dead body.
"He was in the way."
"We heard shots. What hap- Oh my god!" Sam freezes when she sees the scene in front of her. Her horrified expression goes slack when suddenly there's bullet in her head.
Teal'c has his staff weapon pointed at him and he moves to cover you, but it doesn't last long. Even Teal'c can't heal from a shot to the frontal lobe.
His body slumps in front of you.
Daniel tucks the pistol into the back of his belt and you scramble back when he advances on you.
He bends down, grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss.
"Y-you... You just..." Your lips tremble against his in shock.
“I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, मेरा प्यार,” he says when he pulls away. Standing back up he grabs the naquadah generator he insisted the group bring, "I'll be right back, I have a stargate to blow up."
It's your kingdom, the crown is always passed down to the next in the genetic line, it's yours to rule, it belongs to you.
But you belong to him. You are his to rule.
He'd have taken the kingdom too, but he knows the people wouldn't follow him with the same loyalty they show you. They respected you too much, so he was going to wear away their respect, a little at a time.
He already hated the outfits that were deemed 'fit' for your royal status. You showing all that skin in public pissed him off, he should be the only one to see you like that.
"Why do you let others stare at you like that?" He asks as you finished a session with your self appointed royal counsel. "Do you like the attention?"
"I haven't any idea what you mean." You say, ankles crossing as you adjust in your throne. "I am their queen, they look at me with nothing but respect."
He hums as he moves from where he was slouched in his throne next to yours, to kneel in front of you.
"Then, I suppose, you wouldn't mind if I did this?" He runs his hands up your legs, pushing away the fabric of your dress.
"Daniel, my love," You reach down and lightly grasp his chin, pulling him up for a chaste kiss, "Now is not the time."
His jaw clenches and he swiftly presses his hand against your neck, not hard enough to bruise, a warning.
"I have people to address."
His tongue momentarily darts out between his lips, running across them.
"Then, by all means, address them," He challenges, "But before they come... You will."
He kisses you and his fingers begin working your clit through your panties.
He pulls away and before you can say anything he tears them off, leaving them in shreds. He falls to his knees, pulling you by your hips and licks a long strip up your cunt.
"Daniel!"
"Nothing stands between me and what is mine," he says between harsh licks against your clit.
"D-Daniel this is h-highly inappropri-ah!" You attempt to stay composed, but when he starts teasing your entrance with his fingers like that it's difficult. Your hand combs through his hair, knocking his crown to the floor as you grasp tightly and pull him closer.
He grins as he starts full on finger fucking you, relishing the feeling of your velvet walls fluttering around his digits.
"D-Daniel my love, right there! R-right ther- Ah!" You grind against his tongue when he adds a third finger, stretching you and drawing you closer to orgasm. "Don't sto-"
You see stars when his fingers hook just right, sending you toppling over the edge.
He slowly drags his cum covered fingers out of you and to his mouth. His eyes lock with yours as he licks them clean, savoring your taste.
"I want to fuck you," he says, his hands on the arm rests of the throne, leaning over you as he gets to his feet, "Move."
"N-now?" You pant, still coming down from your ecstasy. "Daniel I-"
His hand cuts off your airway with a sudden movement, lifting you to your feet. He turns you both until his hand releases you and he lounges back on your throne.
He adjusts his pants until his stiff cock is freed and his eyes study you as he slowly strokes himself.
"Come here," he orders, crooking a finger at you. You step forward and he pulls you by your hips to straddle him. Your dripping pussy suspended just inches above his cock.
"Turn around, I want you to face your precious people when you fall apart around my cock."
Your eyes go wide and you slap him, but he holds firm when you move to leave.
"Do as I say or I will never touch you again," he threatens, "You will be left to pleasure yourself with nothing but your hands and wistful memories of me filling you, for the rest of your miserable life. And no heir to take over your kingdom once your rule has ended."
You glare at him, before giving in. You turn to kneel away from him, your skirts bunched around your waist.
He slowly lowers you onto his throbbing cock and you find it hard to stay mad at him when he fills you so completely. He sits up and starts thrusting into you, his hand finding it's way back around your throat.
You moan when he squeezes and there's a deep chuckle in you ear.
He's wanted to fuck you on this throne for so long now. It should be his, it all should.
"Do you feel good, my Queen?" He asks, "Do you enjoy the feeling of getting fucked by me?"
"Y-yes!"
"Perhaps we should show your subjects how well I fuck you? Show them how much of a little cumslut you are, hm?"
"N-no-!" You gasp when his fingers start toying with your clit.
"What was that?" He teases, before looking at the large double doors at the other end of the hall, "Let them in? Is that what you want? For them to see what a little whore you are?"
You shake your head, eyes pleading with him.
He grins and and announces loud enough for the doorman outside to hear, "Let them in!"
"No!" You whine weakly, trying to move, but he hold you in place.
"Let them see how beautiful you are when you cum, my love," he mutters against your skin as the doors open.
You see a small crowd of people begin to file in, but they all freeze when they see you, your mouth open as the tight coil in the pit of your stomach snaps.
"Come in!" Daniel smiles as he continues to fuck you through your high. "Come in and see your beloved queen for what she really is! Nothing more than a harlot who wants to be fucked."
You whine, the pleasure becoming too great, but he doesn't let up. Just let's them.watch you squirm.
He only lets you catch your breath when he stills to cum inside you before leisurely leaning back in your throne
When you move to get off of him he catches your wrist.
"Please ignore my horny slut of a wife and her horrific manners," he apologizes to the group, "You came here with business to attend to, allow me to help."
"Daniel," You growl in warning and he looks at you with feigned innocence.
"Of course, my love," he smiles sweetly and begins go thrust into you again, his hand holding your wrists behind your back.
The few from the group that hadn't left yet timidly approach the throne at Daniel's beckoning.
"What is it I can do for you?" He asks as if he weren't casually lounging in your throne, legs spread part and lazily fucking you for the whole court to see.
