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stardancerluv · 2 years
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Unlikely Delights
Chapter Ten
Summary: Sometimes Dan has a rough day and you are there to pick him up.
Warning: none.
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It had been a particularly long and hard day, Mrs. Dealy had passed and well, she had been one of his favorites. He really tried to not get favorites. He knew it never ended well, I mean that is why they were there. But some were real characters and she certainly was that.
He had been there for her, like he had been now for quite a few. He had reminded her of the lazy pink, purplish evenings with a gentle breeze on the soft beaches of Florida she had grown up on before she had made the trek north.
She had made the trek north, for her husband. Up here she had made a lovely life for herself and the children she had. But in these final hours, she missed the sun-kissed days of her youth. So when she asked for him, he helped her. She had a strong will, he could practically feel the sun and feel the sand under his feet. And when she reached out, right as she finally passed all the warmth disappeared like the slamming of a heavy metal door.
Sometime later, chewing absently on his bottom lip, where even petting Azzy, had not been of help. He still was in a funk. His mouth on one twitched upward, when he felt his phone buzzed. It was you telling him, when your study session should be over. It was running a little later then usual and he was grateful you had told him.
For a few short minutes later, after not really reading the magazine he had been shuffling through he got up to leave. His day was over and soon, he’d be able push it all away and just focus on you.
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Dan kicked some snow around with his boot as he waited for you just outside the grounds of the school. His gloved hands were deep in his pockets. Today, still nagged on him. His eagerness to be enveloped by your warmth. It always made feel him better then any blanket ever could.
Your energy, your thoughts hit you before he spotted you. Moments later, he saw your smile as you rounded the corner. A cloud of misted breath sounded the two of you once you were in each others arms.
He squeezed you a little tighter, enjoying the feel of your softness despite the layers of clothing between the two of you.
Your eyes twinkled as you finally looked up at him. “Long day?”
He nodded.
Your gloved fingers ran through his hair, he leaned into your touch. “Let’s go and get some pie?”
He smiled. “That’s a perfect idea.”
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Deserving | Dan Torrance x m!reader (🍋)
Anonymous asked: may i please humbly request male reader x dan torrance where the reader has been an absolute brat all day and now danny put them in their place. 
“I’m not playing this game with you”
summary: Dan shows you exactly what happens when you act up. 
tws: blowjobs, hand jobs, daddy kink, praise kink, mild choking kink, dom/sub 
word count: 1589
MINORS DNI 
Dan was around a lot more lately, due to some trainees doing work experience at the hospice and some on placements, there wasn’t much for him to do except to look after Azzie, who had become nervous and anxious due to the influx of such a large amount of people wandering around the hospice under the supervision of the staff members who had been there for a lot longer than Dan had; the time off, at first, was a blessing if you were honest. Being able to spend longer days and longer nights with your boyfriend without his phone going off constantly telling him to get back to work, it was a much needed break for both of you; but today it was different. He was different today. He wasn’t giving you as much attention as you would have liked, staring at his phone and going through social media; he was sat on the bed, legs spread as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone, checking the news, checking his emails and texts, occasionally looking at events that were going on during his days off to come. But you had had enough. 
Sitting between his legs, you tilted your head. “Dan.” 
He looked at you for a split second. “Yeah?”
“I’m bored,” you huffed, putting your hands on his thighs. “Can we do something?”
“There’s not much to do,” he chuckled, shrugging. “Unless if you want to join John’s weekly Downton Abbey watch.” 
You scoffed. “As if! Can’t we do… anything?”
“The coffee shop closed an hour ago,” he told you, “the library’s closed. The non-alcoholic bar down the street doesn’t open for another…” he checked the time on his phone, “two hours.” 
You huffed, dramatically laying down with your body across his legs, covering your eyes with your arm. “But I’m bored.” 
“You’re acting like a brat, you know,” Dan commented, putting his phone on charge next to yours on the bedside table. “Why don’t you just play video games for a bit?” 
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Seriously?”
“You said you’re bored,” he pointed out. 
“Dan,” you dragged out the a in his name. 
“What?” He chuckled. 
“You know what I want,” you complained. 
“I don’t,” he mused, finding it quite funny that you were being so needy and such a brat. “You’re just being bratty.” 
“What are you gonna do about it?” You shrugged, looking rather smug and full of yourself as you knelt between his legs, tilting your head to the side. Such a look was one that Dan knew well, it was a push of the buttons, a tug of the shirt - a silent whisper of “I dare you”. You were challenging him, without a care in the world. 
“Put you in your fucking place,” he growled, pushing himself up with a groan and pushing your shoulders back, pinning you beneath him, your wrists in his hands as he raised a brow. “Are you gonna stop being a brat?”
You pursed your lips for a moment, pretending to think for a while until you laughed and shook your head. “Nah.” 
Letting his hand trail down to the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, Dan tilted his head to the side, moving a little so that his lips were close enough to yours that you could feel his breath. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips, a soft whimper coming from the back of your throat when Dan dared to start palming you through the thin fabric, making you pull against him to try and free your wrists, wanting to touch him. “Dan…” 
“That’s not my name, is it?” He hissed, moving his hand to your hip so that he could pin it down, preventing you from bucking your hips and trying to get any friction whatsoever. 
You shook your head, breath shaky and your body starting to tremble a little as excitement mixed with a rush of lust. “Sorry, Daddy.” 
“Good boy,” Dan groaned, straddling your hips, his cock so close to your own as he started to rock against you a little. “Is this what you wanted?”
“I want you to fuck me, but… this’ll do,” you whimpered, trying to lean up to kiss him, but Dan put his hand on your throat. 
“Do you want me to choke you?”
“Yes, please, Daddy,” you nodded, a small smile coming to your lips when he added a little pressure to your throat. “I promise I’ll be good if you fuck me…” 
“Oh, no,” Dan tutted, shaking his head. “After the way you’ve been acting? I don’t think you deserve it.” 
You groaned softly, bucking your hips against him, a small shudder running along your spine; you could feel how hard he was, and while you knew you were already stiff, it was only driving you further. You needed to feel his skin against yours, you needed to feel him. “Daddy, please…” 
“So suddenly you’re gonna behave yourself?” He asked hoarsely, licking his lips. “All because you want my cock?”
“Please,” you begged, pouting. But Dan was having none of it. 
“Do you want me to make you cum?” He growled. “Or do you want me to stop?”
“Make me cum,” you whined, needing to feel him against you, needing to have his skin on you and to feel how he filled your ass. But if this was the best you were going to get, you were going to take it. “Please. I wanna cum.” 
“If you want me to stop, you just have to say,” he whispered in your ear, shaking his head. “You know that, right?”
“I know,” you agreed softly. “I know.” 
“Good,” he murmured, swallowing thickly. “I’m gonna reach down and take your cock in my hand, that alright?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!” You squirmed beneath him, trying to get as close as you could while he trailed his hand down from your throat, the tips of his fingers so soft against you that you could hardly feel it through your clothes, gasping softly when he reached your cock, taking it in his hand and, with a torturously slow string of movements, started to stroke it. “Daddy, please, don’t tease me.” 
“This is your punishment,” Dan said softly, moving to kiss the edge of your lips, but not quite daring to let you have what you really wanted. “Being such a brat - do you really think you deserve any better?”
“No,” you moaned, trying to buck your hips, but with his body on yours, you couldn’t. “No, I don’t, Daddy.” 
“Good,” Dan groaned, daring to pick up the pace of his hand a little, getting the most darling and animalistic moan from you as you tilted your head back, your eyes closing as you cried out for more. “Because I’m not playing this game with you… you act like a brat, you get treated like a brat. Understand?”
You nodded, causing Dan to angle his head so that he could suck, bite, and lick at your neck, a growling demand for you to use your words dancing across your skin with low and thunderous vibrations. “Yes, Daddy, I understand…” 
He started to move down the bed, lifting your shirt up enough so that he could kiss and bite across your chest, paying extra attention to your nipples and licking and sucking them until you were trying desperately to touch him; Dan knew what was doing, making you ache for him, until he grabbed your hips and dragged you down so that your legs were dangling off of the edge of the bed. He let his chin rest on your thigh as he smiled. 
“Do you want Daddy to suck your cock?”
“Yes!” You nearly cried out the word, so eager as you helped him to push your pyjama bottoms down, letting your cock spring free. 
He put one arm on your stomach, pinning you down to the bed as he wrapped his mouth around your cock, making you gasp and moan his name loudly, gripping onto his hair and trying desperately to wriggle and to buck your hips against him. His scruff felt glorious against your skin as he dared to take you all the way, his nose brushing against your pubic hair, trying not to smile when you begged for him to make you cum, so needy and so wanting for just a little release; he had you exactly where he wanted you - begging and needy. 
He pulled back with a soft ‘pop’ sound, licking his lips as he finally smiled. “You wanna cum?”
“Yes, please, Daddy,” you nodded, still so fucking eager. “Please, I’ll be good.” 
Dan let out a soft tut, shaking his head as he cleared his throat; he wrapped his mouth around your cock again, using one hand to play with your balls as he put his lips and tongue to good use. He would take all of you into his mouth, your head hitting the back of his throat, before he came up again, then going down again, his head bobbing as you gripped his hair and tugged at it; you were panting and moaning by the time you started to cum, spilling into his mouth and whimpering softly when he swallowed. He kept going, waiting for you to finish before he finally pulled away completely and chuckled. 
“Go take a shower,” Dan growled, pulling you in for a harsh kiss, trying not to grin at how you moaned against his lips, able to taste yourself. “I’ll be there in a bit.” 
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lovinglyeternal · 1 year
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Dan Torrance SFW alphabet
Warnings: mentions of alcohol and having children, Gn!reader
Taglist: @lovelybucky1
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show love?)
Mainly through hugs and small gestures, Dan has been through a lot and often has trouble trying to connect to someone or understand why someone would want to help or love him. He often struggles to show, afraid of letting people get close due to his shine, but he has let his guard down. His favorite thing is to hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
The reassuring type, though, you'd probably have to approach him first, or he'd awkwardly say something that he heard from your thoughts. If you had a lot of shine, he'd probably go off of that, yet be a little cautious, considering where his shine led him. It would help him feel less alone with what abilities he has.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Yes, especially before bed. Danny likes to feel your warmth and energy before bed. What happened at the overlook as a child still haunts him, so he wants to keep you as close as possible. He’d keep you close to him as possible while cuddling and would love to listen to your heartbeat to drown out everyone's thoughts when he couldn't manage.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Dan’s had a hard life, so it’s been hard for him to find a way to settle down, but he’s managed to do that with his sobriety. He’s no longer going house to house. Thanks to billy, he’s just anxious to do that with another person. He has a small space to cook and clean, but it's enough for him to put in the effort for you.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
If he had to break up with you, it would be for your safety. He’s got a lot of shine, and if you both do, you’re both targets. He’d probably try to use his shine the best he could to try and push you to leave him. If that doesn’t work, he’d probably leave a note saying why.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)
It would take a while, like a very, very long time, for him to commit when he finally realizes he can keep you safe. Once he can properly heal and let go of the trauma of the overlook, he will settle down.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s a very gentle man after getting sober. He’s had it rough but would want to treat you gently in any way he could, through soft touches and delicate looks and smiles.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He likes hugs. It just takes him off guard for a moment. He’s not used to loving and kindness, so getting precisely that is a shock to his system. The only few people give him that don’t last long.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He says it in his head all the time, but to get the word out is like pulling teeth for him. He wants to keep you safe and distant at first, but dang it, he loves you, and he wants you to know. It would probably be an accident. He’d say it out loud or telepathically and get all shy, realizing he said it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get it? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Dan has difficulty admitting he's jealous, but sometimes it's hard; seeing you get along with his few friends from his AA meetings makes him both jealous and insecure. Few have loved him, so he'd likely ask for reassurance if he's jealous or kissed you.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He loves to give forehead kisses and soft shoulder kisses whenever he can. He likes a gentle peck on the cheek, but he's a bit cliche and does like losing your lips.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Danny lacked a good father figure growing up, so he tries to give what he never had. He’d use caution at first, like always, but he's straightforward to break down eventually. Afr everything he's been through; he's surprisingly great around children.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He wakes up early, so he's the one who makes breakfast and stuff. He'd love to play with your hair if you'd let him and serve you breakfast in bed.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He likes to hold you close and gently rub his thumb along your arm. It's something he did growing up to himself as a way to self-soothe, and he especially does it if you've had a rough day and whispers or telepathically tells you how much he loves you.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It's a slow process. Dan has his walls up after what's happened in his life and keeps most of it a secret not to burden or scare anyone away.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He's a very patient man, it takes a lot to get him upset or angered easily, but it can happen. He usually freezes if triggered by something, but he can get angry. He doesn't mean to take it out on you and will profusely apologize if he did yell at you or make you cry.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they forget everything?)
It's effortless to remember when he can hear your thoughts which is both a blessing and a curse. He can blurt out your thoughts sometimes absent-mindedly. He never forgets a birthday or special event. Though he has gotten stuff mixed up before, it's rare with how much he stores inside his brain.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Meeting you, most likely, people rarely give him the time or day, so seeing how enthralled you were with him was a surprise. Another favorite was the first time kissing you and the slight squeak of surprise you made as he just laughed against your lips.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be saved?)
He's very protective of you, especially with his gift. The last thing he would want is for you to get hurt because of him, so he has his way of keeping you safe. He checks in on you using his shine sometimes, especially if you're alone.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
A lot of effort, too lunch effort, if he's being honest. He wants to find something perfect for you and plan the ideal date. However, his work keeps him busy when he is doctor sleep. If he misses one date or anything, he’ll get upset with himself as he wants the best for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
The shining gives him special abilities, so he can't help but listen to your thoughts sometimes or check in if he's working and it's slow, or Azzie hasn't sensed anyone's time yet. He knows the risk of you being with him and feels he must protect you.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He's a bit of a ditz when it comes to how he looks. He knows he looks good, he had plenty of drunken hookups and stuff before he was sober, but he's a bit taken aback when you tell him you think he's handsome and mean it. He tends to think people are joking when people say he's good-looking.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
It's hard for him to say yes, but it's true. Without you, the days would feel the same, and while he likes that, sometimes, with you, it's unique. You didn't get scared when he told you about his past when he was ready, of course; you nodded and held his hands gently.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He wants to start a family with you, it's his little secret, but after everything you've both been through, he wants to start a family. It doesn't matter if you have kids biologically or adopt. He wants to give his kids the best life possible and keep them safe.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
The obvious is alcohol and drugs; that's very triggering for him, and having that around wouldn't be healthy for him. The other would most likely be a person abusing their shine abilities. Having the shining is powerful, and he can't get behind people using it to their benefit.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
He's a very light sleeper, so it's not hard to wake him, and he sometimes has nightmares and needs comfort. He needs your voice sometimes. He sounds so fragile when that happens, and he gets embarrassed when he is spooned, but it's nice to get spooned for a change.
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1donoow · 9 months
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MIX FANDOM FANFICS REC PT.3 on going
[Fanfics i've read]
Edited
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♡ - smut
Mostly fluff
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Encanto [camilo madrigal]
the black phone [vance hopper]
time wasters [ralph penbury]
doctor who [eleventh doctor][twelve doctor]
doctor sleep [dan torrance]
cobra kai [miguel diaz][eli "hawk" moskowitz]
wayne [wayne mccullough]
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—————ENCANTO——————
camilo madrigal
@multi-fandom-imagine - ___
@magicalencanto - camilo having a crush
- first meeting
- Camilo with s/o who had butterfly wings! Pt 2
@levithestripper - Romantic Headcanons
@lapileaferri - Matchmaking Matriarch
@your-girl-mj - trust the procress
@camilomyshiningstar - just one nap
@squeamishdionysus - language of love
@suncakie - you're an idiot
@carlosfruitsnacks - the manliligaw pt.3
- under all the pink
@cahmilo - Camilo with an S/O who is a Talented Artist
- Camilo with a S/O who is a Popular Kpop Idol
- camilo dating a ballerina
@queenlizzie-xo - camilo hc
———THE BLACK PHONE———
vance hopper
@vainvenus - head over heels
@aecassie - sensitive
@stargnf - stupid girl
@creamymilkk - aww vance can be sweet
@tnmdfhgkg - i knew you liked me
————TIME WASTERS————
ralph
@meowlanderr - hc
@diaryofaprettyprincess - ___
- giving ralph bj ♡
@babybluebex - your golden retriever boyfriend
- kisses
@mypoisonedvine - who's a good boy? ♡
@meliorao - your relationship with ralph
————DOCTOR WHO—————
@honey-im-hotdog - seven cubes of sugar (twelve doctor)
@imajinxnation - you witness their regeneration
@undiscovered-horizon - You cut through all the noise (eleventh doctor)
————DOCTOR SLEEP————
dan torrance
@mlmxreader - night shift
@bowieandqueen11 - walls
—————COBRA KAI——————
miguel diaz
@strawberri-blonde - caught ♡
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eli "hawk" moskowitz
@greetings-and-salutations - get your f*cking hands oof her, a*shole
- dating eli would include
——————WAYNE———————
wayne mccullough
@wayneimagine - lost & found
- Being Wayne’s little sister would include pt.1
- ___
- wayne with an opposite s/o
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debbiechanclub · 6 months
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I dont know why but I have this image of Nellie and the boys going out and while she’s walking at the front with Alex Clark Dan Gabe and Torrance David is a little behind them that look at her with love sick puppy eyes and when they are at a stop light she just put her hand behind her and he automatically reach to grab it and get closer to her.
Also another curiosity
What was Nellie relationship with the members of Suzuki gun?
Ahhh I love that so much 😭 That's definitely how it is between them; Nellie is 100% a certified part of the team and not just there because she's with David, but David 100% knows she’s his 🤧
And oh goodness, I have to think about that (I also had to go double-check who was in Suzuki-gun when Nellie was 😂) As per usual, long answer under the cut!
Obviously, after Zack, she was closest with Taichi because of Zack. She was also pretty good friends with Miho, and they'd both be out there with the Tekkers for their bigger matches. That being said, just because of how Taichi is, I think when Nellie first started hanging with Suzuki-gun, she probably thought he DIDN'T like her (and same for Taka). Like I can imagine her telling Zack after a show that she doesn't think Taichi likes her and when he asks why she's like because he did/said such and such and then Zack comes back with, "Oh no, that means he DOES like you." 😂
Similarly, she was HELLA intimidated by Suzuki at first. But then he became a real fatherly sort of figure to her, especially during times when she wasn't as assured of herself. And I can imagine that Suzuki personally asked her to be involved in Suzuki-gun's last match when it happened.
And honestly, I think, "she was intimidated by him at first" goes for all the members of Suzuki-gun, Zack included. Because when Nellie first met Zack he was the RevPro champion and this super talented international pro wrestler with so many accomplishments and accolades already, and she'd only been wrestling for ~5 years at that point and it was her first time working anywhere outside America. And that sort of undercurrent permeated her entire tenure with Suzuki-gun. She didn't feel like she was their peer the way she does with the War Dogs; she very much felt like she was only there because she was with Zack.
And as for Zack, he's absolutely still one of Nellie's closest friends, and before David entered the picture she DEFINITELY caught herself wondering on more than one occasion how things would be if they hadn't broken up. Because the fact of the matter is that Nellie and Zack have a ton of chemistry (and uh, especially in the bedroom), but they would have to REALLY work at it to make a relationship fully work. Which, unfortunately, is something they didn't realize until they'd moved to Tokyo together. But I'll get more into all that in the future Nellie/Zack fics 😉
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obisimpkenobi · 3 years
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Danny Torrance x Reader (Gender Neutral) 
Requested by: @illyrian-fire-cracker
Request: Hello!! I really like your writings!! You’re so talented! Can I please request a fluffy Danny Torrance piece if you don’t mind. It can be about Danny sharing his past with the reader and the reader comforting him and assuring him she wouldn’t leave him. Th am you so much!!!
Words: Almost 2k
Warnings: Hurt/ comfort things, so hold something
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It didn’t take a psychic to know Dan Torrance has gone through some messed up shit. The second he came into town you could tell that he was not okay, and Billy having been there before helping him out. Of course Billy dragged you into helping the stranger, reminding you that at one point you were just as lost as him. He had opened up to Billy about his drinking problem fairly quickly, and started going to AA meetings with him. From there he was able to find a job and slowly started fitting into the small town life. 
It took awhile for him to start really trusting you the same way he did with Billy. You didn’t mind it, knowing that in due time he’d slow open up. You yourself hadn’t opened up about your past too much either, so you understood where he was coming from. 
It wasn’t until one night he had another nightmare, a bad one where he would need Billy to help ground him. He went down the stairs to knock on the door and was surprised to see you open up. You look up with sleepy eyes, but judging by the background you weren't asleep yet. 
“Sorry, was looking for Billy.” He mumbled. 
He looked bad. You could see the multiple levels of tiredness just in the way he stands there. There's a desperate, but sad look in his eyes that shows just how lonely he feels. You know that look too well, it's one you’ve sported on more than one occasion. It’s the look someone gets when they feel helplessly low, and they don’t have anywhere to go. 
“Billy's out of town for the night, I’m watching his place for him.” You explain. 
Dan nods, “Ok, sorry to bother you.” He starts to turn away before you stop him.
“Wait,” you sigh and he turns back to look at you. You step to the side and open the door wider as a silent invitation to come in. His lips twitch up in a pitiful smile for a second before he decides to walk in. You shut the door behind him before walking to your kitchen for 2 glasses of water.
You walk back to see him sitting on your sofa and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of it. You take a seat silently next to him, curling your legs up on the sofa facing him. 
“A penny for your thoughts?” You question, not wanting to push him to share anything he doesn't want. He looks at you brows furrowed and head tilted, confused at your question. “You just look like you have a lot on your mind.”
“You could say that.” He halfheartedly jokes.
You give him a sympathetic smile, “Wanna talk about it?”
You can see the internal debate he is having about opening up to you, especially since you both don’t know each other that well yet.
“You don’t have to, it's just I know what it's like when there's a lot on your mind and no one to ground you. Just whenever you want or feel ready, I’ll be here to listen.”  You smile, hoping that it eases him.
He looks up at you as you speak, and watches him visibly relax a little more. He thanks you for your offer and a small smile appears on his handsome, scruffy face. 
“How about we just watch some tv? To get your mind to settle?” 
“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He said softly. 
Not long after turning the tv on Dan had fallen asleep on the sofa. You smiled, happy you were able to put him at ease, at least enough for him to fall asleep. You get up to grab a blanket and drape it over him gently so he won’t wake up. After making sure he was covered you moved to head to sleep yourself. 
That night had made Dan realize you knew what you were doing when someone was in a crisis. Whether it be your own or other peoples crisis you dealt with, he felt like he could go to you again easily. You had managed to calm and ground him after a restless night of haunted memories, which was hard for him. Usually he’d spiral down, drink until it was not on his mind as much. Of course that was before he met Billy, and got help.
He found that when he had bad nights, he’d go to you now. He’d always apologize, even if he had nothing to be sorry for, and tell you how well you had calmed him down that first night. You smiled at that, a light blush coming up to your cheeks. 
It was about a month later, a bad storm had been raging outside your little apartment. You were curled up on your sofa enjoying a calming cup of chamomile tea, listening to the wind and thunder. Soft fairy lights that lined your walls were turned on giving your small apartment a cozy feel that always relaxed you. That was until a soft knock came from your door, and you jumped not quite expecting it.
You set your mug down and padded over to the door, taking a quick look through the peephole at who it was. The second you recognized Dan’s figure you scrambled to unlock the door, and rip it open. Once it was you look at Dan with wide worried eyes. His nose was red from the cold, and he was soaked to the bone from the rain. You could see dark circles around his eyes, and they were red as if he were crying. 
“Danny!” You grab his sweater sleeve pulling him inside into the warm air that surrounded you. After you secured the door back you told him to wait there as you ran to grab some towels for him to dry off. When you come back you wrap him up with about 3 different towels, and rub his arms to try and bring some warmth back. 
“Hang on, I have some clothes that might actually fit you.” You stumble out. You rushed back to your room grabbing your favorite large sweatshirt and some too big of sweatpants that you owned. You set them on the bathroom counter for him before running to go grab him. 
When you get back your heart aches a bit at how cold and defeated he looks. You slowly approach him and grab one of his hands starting to lead him. He quickly toes off his shoes, not wanting to track even more water into your home, and follows you like a small child.
“Get changed, I’ll make you a cup of tea. Okay?” You say softly. 
He nods and gives a broken “okay” in response. You lightly shut the bathroom door before moving to your kitchen to make him some tea. When he comes out you motion for him to sit on your couch, you following behind him with a steaming mug. You place it in front of him on the small coffee table you have and sit down next to him. You don’t say anything knowing he’d say something when he is ready.
“I-” He breaths, his voice rough, “I’ve just been having a bad night, and it won’t stop.” 
“Okay, what can I do?” You ask softly. 
“I think I’m ready.” He has tears lining his eyes again. “I’m ready to talk about what happened. I need help.”
His choked words make your chest ache, and you reach a hand out to gently place it on his arm. You move your hand to rub up and down soothingly hoping to comfort him.
“Danny you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you do I’m here.” You reassure.
“I am.” He nods, slight determination in his eyes.
He starts telling you about his past. How he has always seen things, and how his father tried to kill him and his mother. He talks about how he still sees things that followed him from the Overlook, and how he has this thing called “the shining”. Every word out of his mouth weighs heavy in the air. You knew he had a troubled past but this was a lot. Your hand on his arm stopped moving, you’re thumb now rubbing gently. 
When he stops talking you whisper his name, not knowing quite what to do or say. You regain your composer and scooch closer. Your hand reaches up to his face to get him to make eye contact with you, even though he wants to avoid it. 
“Hey,” You get his attention, thumb now wiping stray tears away, “What do you need right now? What can I do?” 
He shakes his head, “I don’t know” He breaks.
You quickly wrap him up in your arms pulling him into you. His arms automatically wrap around your waist, hands tightly scrunching around the back of your shirt. His head is in between your chest and your neck, wet tears starting to soak your shirt. Your hands run through his hair and down his back trying to sooth and ground him. You whisper sweet nothings as you nuzzle your head into his all while trying to wrap your body around his. You hoped that your weight and tight grip on him would help him calm down, even if it took forever you refused to let up. 
It took a minute for him to fully calm down, breathing back to taking slow deep breaths. His hands are now loosely resting on your back, still holding you to him only not as tight. You keep messing with his soft, thick hair as he comes back down. You press a light kiss to his forehead before pulling back a little bit.
“Do you wanna stay tonight?” You whisper, placing yet another soft kiss into his hair.
“Please” He begs in a soft whisper.
“Of course.” You whisper. 
You start to get up off of the sofa and stand in front of him with your hand out. He looks up his hand hesitantly reaching for yours. Once his hand falls into yours you give him a soft smile. 
“Come on.” You nod your head, starting to lightly pull him up off the couch. 
For the second time that night you lead him through your apartment, but this time reaching your bedroom. You tell him to go lay down while you turn the fairy lights in the other room off. He looks anxious for a moment, but relaxes as he watches you walk back into your room. You then walk to your closet to grab a bulky blanket. You plop the blanket onto the bed and that's when he realizes it's a weighted blanket. 
“Helps comfort me.” You smile while adjusting it over him.
His heart melts at how thoughtful you really are as you crawl in next to him. You lay down facing him one of your hands coming up to the top of his head to play with his hair again. Your other hand then slides up to hold one of his that rests on his stomach. He sighs at the feeling, slowly melting into your touch. His breathing slows and evens out as he finally falls asleep peacefully for the first time in years.
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littleoddwriter · 3 years
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Hello! Could I make a request for Dan Torrence comforting a GN!reader romantic partner after a hard day at a new job, specifically in teaching? I loved the way you wrote Dan on your knitting HC, and I recently started a new teaching position that’s making life harder for me atm. Having some love from Danny would make it much easier! If you have the time a short ficlet of under 500 words would be amazing, but if not bullet points would be great too. Thank you for putting your amazing writing out into the world, I get so much enjoyment out of your work that I’ll even read it for fandoms I’m not in because I love your takes on things so much!
Calm | Dan Torrance x GenderNeutral!Reader
Hi there! Goodness, I can't express how much your messages mean to me. You're wonderful, Anon, and I love you so much, please know that. I may not know you, but you're truly fantastic! Thank you so much for everything. <3 Now, this got a tiny bit longer than 500 words, but I'm pretty sure you don't mind. It was a delight to finally write for Dan like this again, it's been so long! And I wish you the best of luck with your new teaching job; I know how taxing it all is and there's so much responsibility and not nearly enough compensation. I'm sending you so much strength, you've got this! :) <3
summary; See above.
notes; GenderNeutral!Reader, who is a Teacher; Domestic Fluff; Reader being stressed and exhausted; Cuddling; Soft Kisses; Pure Comfort; Dan being an amazing BF; Dan's Shine doing it's Thing by letting him feel your emotions.
Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!
As soon as you came through the door and got rid of your shoes and jacket, Dan could feel the bone-deep exhaustion and distress that must have been plaguing you this whole time. Without even greeting him, you went to use the bathroom and got dressed in more comfortable clothes – a simple shirt and cotton shorts.
Only when you came back out of the bedroom, did you go over to him and hug him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Immediately, he reciprocated the embrace and rested his right hand on the back of your neck, stroking his thumb soothingly over your nape, as his left arm wrapped around your waist.
“Did something happen?” Dan asked softly, trying to lean back and get a look at your face, but you wouldn’t have it and just clung onto him as you pressed your face against his warm skin.
“Just work kicking my ass,” you mumbled into his neck, which tickled, but didn’t bother him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my darlin’. Say, do you want to eat first or would you rather let that wait and just cuddle in the bed for a bit?” Over the years, you two had come up with a bit of a routine for days such as this, so that he could comfort you more easily and pointedly.
“Bed. Please.”
Reluctantly, you let go of him, but kept his hand in yours, so you two could go into the bedroom and lie down on the king-sized bed together.
Once you’ve lain down on the soft mattress, Dan stayed on his back, while you rolled over on your side and cuddled up to him, tangling your legs with his, throwing your arm over his stomach and resting your head on his chest. It was your favourite position and hearing his heartbeat soothed you immensely.
Danny buried his right hand in your hair and combed through it, calmly, while his other hand rested on your arm that was over his abdomen and circled his thumb over your forearm’s soft skin.
Then, you two just stayed quiet for some time, enjoying each other’s warmth and presence.
“I’m just so stressed, you know? Teaching is a much harder job than people think it is and we’re paid basically nothing for all the stress and pain we have to endure daily. I’m so exhausted,” you suddenly confessed, your voice so quiet and broken, reflecting your pain vividly.
“Sweetheart…,” he murmured, sighing softly. “I’m sorry about that. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Just keep cuddling me, please. This feels good. It’s the first time I can actually tell that I’m a person, Danny. Thank you,” you replied and turned your head a little to press a soft kiss to his chest through the cotton shirt he wore.
Dan couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little calmer with you as it washed over him through the shine.
“I’m always right here for you, darlin’. I wish you could take a much deserved break from it all, right now, though,” he said softly, craning his neck to kiss your temple.
“You know that even when I’m on vacation, I gotta work and prepare for after, and-“
“I know, baby, I know. That’s not what I’m saying. I mean a real break. One that you actually use as such and don’t do any work for a bit. Let me do the chores and everything else, while you just relax. You can prepare your classes any other day, my love. It wouldn’t do anybody good if you ended up burnt out,” he interrupted you sternly, but gently nonetheless, “Take this weekend, hm? All exams are done right now, you’ve already prepared the next week. There’s no harm in it, is there?”
Feeling defeated, you sighed deeply, a fond little smile on your lips as you shifted to support your weight on your forearms and faced him directly.
“You’re right, of course. I’m- well, you know how I am. But alright, I won’t do any work on the weekend. Or at least I’ll try not to, okay?”
“I just want you to feel better and not over exert yourself,” he murmured and leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours, “I love you, Y/N.”
Then, he captured your lips in a searing, breathtaking kiss, which truly let you feel just how much he loved you. And even though you’ve experienced such a kiss with him so many times before, it never ceased to amaze you and make you feel so whole.
For a short moment, you broke the kiss to whisper, “I love you too, Danny,” back and then proceeded to continue kissing him until you were both breathless and feeling fuzzy and warm on the inside.
Thanks to Dan’s efforts, you felt much more at ease when you finally decided to make dinner. He was certainly the only person in your life who has ever had such a calming effect on you. Days like those made you even more grateful for having been chosen as his partner.
You would never have it any other way. He was just so perfect to you.
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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years
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Walls / Dan Torrance Imagine
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Request: So, I absolutely love your Dan Torrance imagines! I also love Doctor Sleep as well! Could I request an imagine where the reader (her name is Rebecca, by the way!) and Dan are married. Dan is worried that his beloved will be harmed by the ghosts of Dan's past and he will protect her at all costs. Dan also survives the whole ordeal! Make it as long as you can and feel free to change anything if you need to! 💙 
This is for my wonderful friend @thebeckyjolene, I really hope you’re doing well today darling!
I tried to do a bit of a different writing style with this one, so if you enjoyed, comments are always appreciated! :)
Dan Torrance didn’t remember these walls.
The building, perhaps. The lights, the furniture, the shadows that flickered in the corner of his eyes as he turned and twisted round the wall’s corners: yes. The walls themselves, though, seem distorted. Changed. Taunting. 
Or perhaps, he realised, it was all a matter of perspective. All a matter of eyes. He wasn’t sure whose eyes he was looking through right at the moment: he was just a little, insignificant squeak in the back of his head. How ironic, he thought. How ironic that all these years I’ve locked them up, safe and tight in these boxes, and yet now I’m the one trapped inside my mind instead. With each passing face, the walls that wound towards Room 237 seemed to shift, the decorations sometimes vibrant, outmoded, the next second the wallpaper crumbling and peeling and decaying, splattered with blood. 
He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Each stamp of his boots along the tile seemed to drag him just that little bit further into the belly of the beast - each pound echoing across the ground suckering him just that little bit more, until he began wondering where his shoes ended and the floors of the Overlook began. 
The floor. The floor. That he remembered. That grotesque, repugnant shade of orange that cornered in the red hexagons. How long he had spent away from the company of his parents, staring at that floor and wishing he could just go home. The days when his feet would barely touch it, and he would fly, knowing in his heart that he was trying to escape something. The ghosts, or his father, he wasn’t still entirely sure. Perhaps, in the end, there was no difference really. He swallowed thickly, passing the elevator that gleamed white in comparison, still as fresh looking as the day he had arrived here. Despite his face, he still couldn’t bring himself to look at it properly, trying to hold his shudder as he drew himself back from the hotel and bumped his knee against one of the cushioned seats he had seen in his nightmares every night since he was five years old.
He never thought he would hear your feet run across these same floors, speeding along the path his tricycle used to take down the looping corridors, both filled with the same unknown, foreboding dread that they weren’t going to like the shadows that appeared behind them as they turned the corner. They weren’t going to like the consequences of opening doors, of wakening ghosts that were only too riled up to be disturbed. Yet neither of you could help it, the hotel knew only too well how to draw its victims in. He managed to strangle out a sob at the thought, his gut wrenching cries the only thing to be heard in the hallway as his hand pulled and grasped at his jacket, trying to pull himself back. His wife, the light of his life, the only thing in this world he couldn’t bear, wouldn’t allow to have torn away from him again. The Overlook only laughed at his threats, his grievances, whispering in his ear that it was his turn to be the caretaker now.
She must take her medicine, after all. Just like the rest. Rebecca must take her medicine.
And so the door to Room 237 swung shut for the second time that day. In rhythm with the hinges, the beat of an axe hammered against its wood as it closed.
‘Rebecca...Rebecca you need to run. I can’t- I can’t hold them off for much longer. I can’t... I can’t hurt you... I can’t do it.’
The sight of you standing on that mouldy purple carpet was enough to bring tears springing to Danny’s eyes. With the last mount of energy, and desperation he could muster, he forced every cell in his body to stop moving. Slowly, yet surely, his knees still bent and he took a further step towards you, axe now dragging familiarly along the ground. 
‘I won’t leave you to the same fate as your father, Danny. This isn’t you, this isn’t us.’
Your husband, his face paling with each step towards you, sneers, lips unnaturally curling up at the corners. He readies to swing his axe, thumbs tight against the wood, but his hands slightly falter just as it reaches his shoulder.
‘What would you know about us?’
You reach up towards him - your Danny, your husband. You could see him struggling, little beads of perspiration on his forehead, and eyes scrunching closed in absolute agony. Your fingers land on his cheek, and you can feel the muscle ripple under your touch, but in all the exertion you don’t miss the slight tilt of his head towards your touch. 
‘I know you’re a false face, and that you don’t understand who you’re pretending to be. I know my husband, and he’s strong, and he’s brilliant, and he’s so unbelievably kind. He could never hurt me-’. you reach over his shoulder to tug on his left hand, not letting go until your hand brushed over his wedding ring. His ring finger shook against yours, face seeming to blur and melt against and within itself like new snow. Yet, his hold on his axe began to slip, until it finally fell onto the floor. ‘More than that, he’s smarter than you will ever be.’
‘What- what do you mean?’
‘You, false face, had better start running. It’s only a matter of time before the belly of this place eats you up as well.’
Something akin to familiarity begins to brighten his eyes, and your sense of hope flickers again in your stomach as you feel his fingers twitch against yours. Suddenly, he seems to shake himself awake, gasping as if awakening from a horrible dream. He nearly falls away from you, but your thumb digs into his skin until he collapses back down onto your shoulders. You can feel him shiver as he holds you, but you don’t let go. You knew the strength it had taken him to chase away his ghosts, to keep you safe from everything within himself, and the only way you could think to return the favour was by letting him clutch onto your jacket until his breathing had settled.
‘There you are’, you whisper into the shell of his ear. ‘There you are.’
‘I’m sorry Rebecca’, he gasps out, pulling away until you can see how quickly his eyes are blinking to draw away the tears. He half-laughs, half-sighs as his weary fingers cup your cheeks, rubbing little circles into your skin. ‘It was the only way I knew I could keep them from getting to you. I was... I was just afraid. I was so afraid they would get you too.’
You inhaled sharply, tugging slowly on his fingers as if asking him silently to follow you. To trust you. And he did, with all his heart, he did. He would wander these walls for the rest of his life if you had asked him too.
Instead, you try to smile up at him, but it ends up looking like a pained grimace more than anything. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright, but we need to go now Danny. We need to run.’
He felt a pang in his heart, knowing that nothing in this black hole of a place would ever let him leave. Not really. It had consumed his father, it had consumed him, and he would be damned if he was going to let it take his wife without him giving a proper fight. Without him giving every last piece of himself he had to give, until he knew you had escaped.  
‘But the boiler-’
‘It’s already taken care of. You mumble so much in your sleep about this place, I think I could switch them on with my eyes closed’, you chuckle.
‘Come on, it’s time we finally leave these walls to smoulder.’
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Of Monsters and Men
(collab piece with @obitwo !)
pairing: Dan Torrance x reader
warnings: language, nsfw content, smut, possessed Dan, some fluff sprinkled in throughout, 4k word count
notes: @obitwo and I are so excited to finally be able to share this with you all! This is my first time collaborating with another writer and it’s been such an honor to work with someone as talented as Claire! I wrote out the story/plot elements and Claire wrote out the smut sequence and together we made a piece we’re both very proud of. We sincerely hope you guys enjoy it!
summary: after narrowly escaping the clutches of the True Knot and the Overlook, Dan now has the chance to live a normal life with you at his side. But the hotel isn’t through with you just yet, and it’s up to you to satiate the hungry spirits.
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It’s been exactly one month since the Overlook burned to the ground, and though the absence of Rose and the True Knot has made the world a much quieter place it definitely hasn’t rid your husband of the trials and tribulations that come with the shining. The ghosts of Dan’s past did not abate their torment despite having their home destroyed, and the task of locking them away in a box grew increasingly difficult with each new visitor. He was struggling, losing sleep, constantly worried about your safety as well as Abra’s, and despite how much you tried you weren’t sure how to help him. What could you possibly do to chase his monsters away?
It’s a tranquil evening in Frazier, leaves falling from the trees in the cool breeze outside as you get started on dinner for the night. You hope his mother’s old homemade chicken casserole recipe will be enough to provide some sense of comfort for your troubled husband. The Grady sisters had made a surprise appearance the night before and Dan was still recovering from the mental toll their visit had taken upon him; he had called in sick from work and stayed home for the day to nurse the splitting headache that had come with locking them away.
Tender kisses grace the skin of your shoulder as Dan wraps his arms around your waist and brings you into his chest. He’s exhausted, but he craves the solace your presence brings him and is willing to suffer through the ache at his temples if it means he gets to have you near. Your smile is a sight for sore eyes, and he takes pride in the fact that you are his wife.
“Feeling any better?” You muse whilst Dan presses a kiss to your cheek.
“No, but I’m not feeling any worse either so I guess that’s a good thing,” he chuckles softly. “What are you making?”
“Oh, well I know how much you loved your mom’s casserole as a kid so I thought I’d try and make it for you. Just a little something to raise your spirits a bit.”
A soft smile graces his features at your thoughtfulness, arms winding even tighter around your waist as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.
“How’d a guy like me ever manage to end up with someone as wonderful as you?” He hums against your skin, prompting a cluster of butterflies to form in your stomach.
“Oh, stop,” you giggle, lightly pushing him away. “You’re distracting me, I have to make dinner. Can you hand me the measuring cup? The glass one please.”
Dan’s head begins to throb as he goes to the cupboard, yet he thinks nothing of it as he retrieves the glassware. But then the room begins to spin and your voice sounds so far away as you start to talk about your day. There’s a rumbling from the darkest corners of his mind as the boxes begin to rattle, panic settling deep in his bones as both the measuring cup and Dan go crashing onto the floor.
“Dan!” You gasp, quickly falling to your knees beside him and resting your hands upon his taut shoulders. “Danny, are you alright?!”
A whine escapes him as he shuts his eyes and grips tightly at your thighs in an attempt to ground himself, hoping to fight the spirits off long enough so he can lock the boxes up tight and throw away the key forever before the spirits have the chance to escape. But they’re coming, and he’s too weak to stop them now.
“I can’t,” Dan pants heavily, a groan tumbling past his lips as he doubles over on the ground. He can feel the ghosts suffocating him, his breaths growing shallow with each box that unlatches.
“Dan, look at me. Danny,” you plead desperately. You don’t know how to help him, you don’t know how to make it better, you don’t know how fix it, and the helplessness you feel leaves you feeling sick with worry.
“You have to... You have to run.”
“Danny...”
“Run!” He bellows, startling you into getting up off the floor and back onto your feet. Your vision is blurry with tears as you slowly begin to back away from your husband whose shoulders are heaving with every strangled grunt that leaves his lips.
“Danny,” you weep softly from your spot in the kitchen doorway. He told you to run, but how can you leave him when he’s in so much pain?
Your quiet sniffles are the only sound in the kitchen when he finally stills. Dan is bent over on his hands and knees in a way that prevents you from seeing his face, and you take a single cautious step forward.
“Dan?” You call gently. “Honey, a-are you alright?”
Your husband raises his head slowly to meet your gaze, smirking at the horrified look that flashes across your features at the sight of him.
“Hi sweetheart,” he grins, and the sight of his milky white eye is enough to send you bolting towards the bedroom.
You can hear his thundering footsteps following close behind you, all kinds of threats and warnings accompanying them, but you urge yourself to run faster. This isn’t Dan, you have to remind yourself, this isn’t Danny.
“Come here, little pup!” He coos hoarsely with false tenderness, but his demeanor changes in an instant the moment you slam the bedroom door shut and lock it from behind you. One of his fists slams on the wood while the other hand violently twists and turns the doorknob. The frustrated growl that leaves him sends chills down your spine as you slowly back away towards the far corner of the room, eyes never once leaving the door.
“Open the door, little girl,” Dan says gruffly. “Open the door and I won’t hurt you. Let me in and I’ll forget the whole god damn thing.”
“I-I can’t,” you whimper, frantically scanning the room for your phone. As guilty as it makes you feel to do so, you know you have to call Abra. She’s the only one who knows how to bring Dan back, and you can’t afford to lose him to the Overlook. You’d almost lost him once, and you’d be damned if you’d let them win this time. Another bang on the door has you in hysterics- where’s the phone?!
“Y/n, darling, light of my life, open the fucking door,” he warns lowly. One more good strike to the wood will break it down, but Dan is willing to give you one more chance to behave yourself, to be the good girl he knows you are.
“Danny, please!” you sob, and with your denial of his request he slams his whole body against the door so that it breaks off its hinges and comes crashing to the floor.
“There you are,” he leers maliciously from the doorway, shoulders hunched and hungry gaze settled upon your trembling form in the corner. He staggers forward slow and calculated like a predator stalking his prey. The tears that fall down your face make you look all the more appetizing, and the fear that radiates off of you is almost enough to feed the hungry spirits festering inside of him.
“Stay away,” you warn fruitlessly, “get away.”
“Is that any way to treat your husband?”
“You’re not my husband,” you avow emphatically in an attempt to put on a brave face despite how terrified you are. “I know what you are, and I know that you’re not really my Danny. You’re just... You’re just a false face.”
The man that stands before you ponders your profession with amusement before striking in an instant. Your wrist is grabbed swiftly in a tight grip, allowing him to raise your left hand in front of your face.
“What a pretty diamond on your finger,” he mocks before raising his own left hand. The golden wedding band on his ring finger glints in the light, his deriding gaze ticking back and forth between the jewelry. “Are these not a symbol of your undying devotion to me? Does this not mean that you are mine to have?”
You have no counterargument to give because he’s right; you had vowed to be there for Dan through sickness and in health, and this was a time of sickness. You were his wife, you had taken on the Torrance family name and promised to surpass any challenges that followed the title, so you’d just have to overcome whatever obstacle came next.
“What are you going to do to me?” You murmur, gaze nervously following the hand that slowly creeps up your chest and wraps itself around your neck. You can’t help the shivers that prickle at your spine as his hot breath fans against your skin, tongue darting out to lick an agonizingly slow stripe along the column of your throat.
“You’ve been very, very bad,” he says gruffly, “and now you’re going to take your medicine.”
Dan watches you, ultimately sinister as he rushes you towards the wall by the hand on your throat, slamming your back into it. He hungrily mouths at your neck, hands planted beside your head while his wet lips leave marks across your skin. He's eager, voice husky, breathing fervently across your shoulder. Hips jut into yours as Dan presses his hardness against you, trying to satiate himself with the sheer intensity of his movements. He growls at the contact, nothing short of animalistic.
“Are you going to hurt me?” You’re still apprehensive and afraid of what this twisted version of your lover could do, but there’s no denying the heat that rises off your cheeks and emanates from between your legs.
“Hurt you? Poor, pretty little thing, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He’s still rocking his hips against yours, friction between his jeans and your clothes. “Do as I say and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”
His dark and sensual stare does little to calm your nerves and you decide to give into him for your own sake. Hands lay upon your breasts, and Dan tilts his head back in satisfaction, groping and palming them.
“Touch me,” he croons and gasps when your hand reaches between his legs to palm his concealed length. He’s enjoying you, growing more and more primal with every passing moment. The sensation goads him and he forces his thigh between your own, harshly shoving it against your growing wetness. You pant as he further presses you into the wall, trying to rub yourself on his leg.
His thumb and forefinger catch your chin to tilt it upward, urging you to look at his blue eye and the ghostly white one.
“So desperate for me… and you were just trying to lock me out,” he mocks you, withdrawing his leg and letting your feet fully touch the floor again. In his trance, it’s what he wants; to feed off of the arousal, to release himself and be taken by his own desires. You want to fight it, but your involuntary whine betrays you.
Dan brings his face to yours, masculine features clouding your view.
“Do that again,” he snarls, hand returning to your throat and clamping down on it, earning himself another heavenly moan from your lips in return. He closes his eyes at the sound, leaning back and relishing in it, completely obsessed with having you at his mercy.
“Please, Dan,” you beg him for some type of relief to which he simpers cruelly. He needs to hear no more, bending down and wrapping his arms underneath you to toss you over his shoulder. Your arms dangle upside down, and you don’t bother to squirm. He walks purposefully towards the bed, hands gripping onto your ass before he lets you off, crashing on the mattress.
You huff at the drop, clearly appreciative of the manhandling. Dan is kneeling at the edge of the bed, yanking you towards him by your ankles and holding them firmly, his lips inches from your aching core.
All Dan is focused on is pleasure and power as he rips your clothes from your trembling body, careless of any tears he might have made. He sighs when he looks at you in your panties, a sight he usually compliments - but not now, he’s greedy, teeth grazing your hip to bite down on the fabric and pull it down your legs with the movement of his head. You feel yourself melting at the action, trying not to like this Dan too much - it’s not truly him, but the way he’s looking at you like he’s starving is entirely captivating, clouding you from your common sense.
He keeps his eyes on yours as he advances his mouth closer, then letting his gaze follow the curve of your thighs, spreading them neatly for his tongue and admiring them. He adorns them with harsh kisses, sucking to leave bruises on them, pleased with himself for marking you as his. His trail leads up to your wetness and he swipes a finger up your folds, gathering some of it and pressing it to his tongue. He likes the taste.
“Filthy girl.”
It’s then that his arms hook under your thighs to lock them over his shoulders. You’re unable to move, caught in him, and he knows that he’s going to torture you.
A slow lick up your clit sends you trembling at which Dan groans, vibrations coursing through your body. He’s deliberately tentative, providing unhurried laps at your clit, waiting for you to break. After several tormenting moments, Dan is kind enough to give you a full circle of his tongue, and you writhe under his clutch, legs begging for freedom and hips rising against his face. It’s enough for him.
“Sit. Still.” He’s ordering you now, and you know better than to be a brat and do it intentionally.
His stubble meets your soft skin in a rush, his tongue swiping madly at your clit and you’re back to trembling pathetically. He’s fulfilled with your response, his sexual prowess sending moans from your throat that fill the room with urgency. An arm releases one of your legs to let a finger prod at your entrance, under the tongue that flits across you. It dips in teasingly, merely deep as his first knuckle and you take the opportunity to squeeze his head with your free leg.
At your sudden defiance by not sitting still, he reaches up to run a palm across your naked breast which makes you falter. His hand stays there, massaging as he continues to eat you out with exhilarating competence.
“Dan…” You choke, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging it to release the rising tension of your body. He snaps at the pulling, evidently stimulated by it. Making no mistake, he consciously groans into you again, except it’s primal and electrifying, making you yelp.
“Good… Keep making those pretty noises or I won’t be so generous,” Dan nearly barks at you, mean, his voice hoarse and drunk on his urges. Finally letting his finger slide all the way in, he withdraws it at the same speed, pumping it and drowning in the sounds that you make for him.
The tension continues to rise, your body shaking violently. Dan knows what he’s doing; just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. You know he’s saving it.
“More,” you whisper boldly, weak from his delightful touch.
“Do you deserve more?” He moves his face away, but adds a finger to the first one, roughly thrusting them both in and out of you and biting his lip. He sneers, “I’ll decide what you get.”
You pause simply to keep shuddering, unable to speak with the sensation of his fingers hitting the right spot. He stops and leaves you a blubbering mess of moans and whimpers, leading Dan to decide on your next sentence for locking him out.
He rises, looming over you supported by his hands, hair falling handsomely. Your own hair is gathered from beneath you into a ponytail and yanked down to give him plenty of access to your neck, biting down softly into the juncture of it and your shoulder. Your legs instinctively wrap around him, trying to keep him touching you.
“So impatient.” His lips graze your ear and he nips at the lobe. “Get over my knee.” Dan disembarks from you, sitting tall and spreading his knees apart on the edge of the mattress, feet set firmly on the floor.
You mistakenly hesitate for a moment and find a rough hand pulling your hair again, and an expression on his face that warns you I won’t ask again.
Pitifully crawling over, you splay your body over his knees, your stomach against one of his thighs and your ass right where he can hurt it.
Dan briefly lounges with you on his lap, his weight leaned back onto his palms, admiring the beauty before him. His hand travels up the back of your thighs, crossing up to your waist, dipping under to feel up your chest. He smirks wickedly, raising his hand up into the air and sending it crashing down to give a sharp and loud slap to your ass.
A high moan leaves your throat and he repeats the action, faster than the first time, little pieces of hair slipping into his face from the power he’s exerting. You feel it deep within you, the painful but delicious sensations of his calloused hands roughing you up, slapping you hard as all hell.
“Don’t you go locking me out again, pup. You got that?”
“Mhmm!” You groan frantically, waiting to feel his red-hot palms strike you again. They don’t.
He instead reaches under to grab your windpipe, lazily turning you over and getting you to straddle him.
“Words.” He has no tolerance left.
“I got it.” You blurt out quickly as you can, not trusting yourself to carry a sentence any longer than that.
Dan guides your hips to grind you against his hard length, back and forth. Your head tilts with the movements, idly lolling. Another quiet noise and Dan can’t take it anymore. He’s finishes with his teasing of you; he needs to unleash.
He assumes his full, intrinsic and feral state, pushing you back onto the bed, and you rebound with force. He keeps you down, wrists pinned above your head and his lips are searching your entire body, biting, sucking, bruising - hungry for anything he can get. You don’t dare move, knowing he wants your full compliance.
His jeans are long gone, underwear too, forgotten somewhere on the floor. His skin feels smooth but hot against you, a gorgeous and soft feeling when his chest collides with yours. Strong arms are positioned on either side of your body, Dan lining himself up with your entrance. Your raising hips cause him to prod, whining as the head of his cock teases you.
“Does my dirty girl want my cock?” He gives a low groan to your ear and you’re losing yourself in him. The word “yes” is hardly loud enough, an inaudible whisper.
This time he doesn’t care for precision to your obedience. He doesn’t ask for a clearer answer, content with your submission to him.
He steadily presses himself into you the rest of the way, guttural moans seeping through his mouth that latches on to yours. Your thighs squeeze him closer and he stays a moment, fully immersed and gasping.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” The words almost can’t make it out of him and he leisurely pulls back, re-entering you with full, lusty force. You cry out his name and he basks in it, pumping himself faster, reaching so deep inside you that you can feel it reaching your stomach, your body quivering with the stimulation.
“Oh… Dan!” Tears are forming in the corners of your eyes with the sheer strength of him, and a thumb reaches to rub tight circles on your clit that still glistens with the wetness of his tongue. His mouth is agape, bottom lip curling onto his teeth from the pure effort he’s giving, and effort is about the only thing he’s giving. Otherwise, all he knows is to take.
Your jaw is swiftly and skillfully pried open, and Dan, possessed and sickeningly tempting, spits into your mouth, no regard left in him. It’s something he’s never done, especially not when he’s your proper Dan, and you like it. You swallow firmly and draw him in.
His head falls into your shoulder, biting it at the pleasure you’re giving him. You sigh, spent, and he bites again. He doesn’t flounder, maintaining steady and thrilling strokes that make your body stiffen and shake. Dan’s hankering grows and he plunges in a last time, reveling inside you before flipping you onto your elbows and knees and taking you immediately back onto his cock. His hands grace the curve of your hips to push and pull you over his length, and he yells out in his rapture.
His fingers trail up your back to wrap around the back of your neck, bringing your back flush to his chest, ruining you from behind. You sit atop his thighs as he stretches you out so good and not a single coherent thought passes through your mind. Thin sheets of sweat are the only thing between you.
His repeated hitting into the right spot has you wailing, your hands covering his own as he’s surely sending you over. Tingles sweep through your limbs and you come undone around him, clenching him harder and getting his cock all the more wet, trying to fall forward onto the bed and catch your breath. You’re given no such freedom, and he continues pounding into you, whispering dirty things into your ears as your orgasm is drawn out impossibly long.
“Nasty thing, you’re gonna make me cum.”
And so he does, warm inside you and it starts to leak out with his last excessive thrusts. He keeps you to his chest, panting, but his grip loosens ever so slightly.
A dull blissfulness clouds your senses and hazes your surroundings, eyes fluttering shut in an attempt to savor the warmth you’ve been encompassed in. The experience was new and terrifying, but it had satiated a craving deep within you that you hadn’t even been aware of in the first place. From behind you, Dan pulls out of you with a deep groan and allows his head to fall against your shoulder.
“Danny?” You call hesitantly, unsure as to which Dan you’re speaking to. It’s silent for what feels like a long time before he speaks again.
“Y/n?”
“Oh, honey,” you sigh in relief before shifting in bed to face him. He looks absolutely spent, but the white film over his eye is gone and with it the spirits of the Overlook.
“What happened?” Dan asks tiredly, eyes widening at the various marks that little your body. “D-Did I do that?”
“Technically, yes. But um, you had a little help,” you explain meekly. “They came back.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he’s quick to apologize, the hands that had just choked and spanked you not too long ago now coming to rub soothing circles into your bruises. A content sigh leaves your lips at the feeling.
“Don’t apologize. I umm.. I was able to handle it.”
“Did... Did you like it?”
“Honestly? Yeah,” you nod with a sheepish smile. “You were terrifying, but you were also really, really good. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I’m happy to hear that?” Dan says questioningly, prompting both of you to laugh. He smiles then, adoringly and full of love. “Oh, my brave, sweet girl.”
“I love you,” you sigh happily, taking his face in your hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “In sickness and in health.”
“In sickness and in health,” he repeats with a gentle smile, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into another passionate kiss.
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stardancerluv · 2 years
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Magnificent Love
Kinktober - Post 4 - Dan Torrance - Shower/Bath Sex
Warning: Age gap, Consensual sex, Bath tub/Shower sex
Note: This is the reader dynamic with Dan Torrance from Unlikely Delights.
Dan, was tired. Tired and worn out. He was finally done with his double shift. It had been rough. He had to help two pass. It made those double shifts even harder.
You were supposed to come over later. He wanted to see you but right now he could barely put two thoughts together. Shuffling he managed to make it upstairs to his apartment.
Closing the door behind him, he made it to his overstuffed chair where he soon shed all this clothes. Their sterile scent made his stomach turn. Leaving them in a pile he shuffled over to the bathroom. He gave himself a sideways glance in the mirror. He needed some sleep before he would see you.
Turning the knobs, he waited till the water was warm enough to stand under. He ran his fingers through his hair and shivered, he would never ever like the cold he mused.
His lips twitched into a small smile when he reached out and felt that the water had warmed up.
Brushing the curtain aside and stepping in, Dan just stood and enjoyed how the water felt falling down on him. Reaching out he turned the knob to make the water even warmer. He sighed and just enjoyed how it felt. Feeling the warmth finally fill him, he stretched and began to feel better.
Your presence touched him, he smiled even wider when reaching out he realized what you were doing.
He let the smile fall away before you came into the bathroom.
“Hi honey.” You peaked around the curtain. Your smiler was radiant.
“Hi there.” He returned the smile.
“Any room for me?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Always for you.” His stomach began to easily know as he watched you ease into the shower. “There is my beautiful girl.” His smile widen as he watched your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “How did you know that what I needed right now was you?”
You playfully smiled. “A lucky guess.”
“It certainly was. Now come here sweetheart.” He beckoned to you.
He sighed, he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his forehead on your shoulder.
Your hands were delicate and soft as he felt you glide them over his back. “Did someone pass today?”
You voice was as sweet and soft as the rest of you.
He nodded. “Yes. Two.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Its alright. It was there time. I was happy to help them.” He needed you. And you were here. No longer did he have to push away that tiredness or that pain away with a bottle.
“You are such a good man.”
“I try to be.”
“You are.”
You moved just and he could feel your lips as they moved here and there. He looked at you and your lips met. The kiss was tender and sweet.
He eased his hands over your body. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Because we ran into each other.” You met his eyes with a smile.
“Oh that’s right. That was one of the best moments of my life.” He eased his hands more over the curves and valleys of your body. Your lips once again meeting the hunger between the two of you grew. A hint of the fruit parfait lingered, it made you even yummier then usual. The longer he felt and kissed you, the more aroused he became. He enjoyed how strong of a pull you had on him.
You sighed his name as you broke the kiss. “Please.”
A smirk came over him, “Will you indulge me honey?”
You nodded.
“I am going to lay down and I’d love for you to straddle me.”
You trembled. “I’d like that.”
“You do?”
“Yes, you breathed.
The full force of images of your mind would have made him slip if he wasn’t already used to how strong your thoughts could be. He grew even harder seeing your imagination over what they were about to do.
Easing himself down, Dan laid the best he could. He was grateful that this tub was large. He had enjoyed several baths in it. This would be something new, he was eager to do with you.
“Alright.” He smiled up at you, he rubbed himself, letting a sigh pour from his lips. “Alright honey.” He beckoned to you. “I’m ready for you.”
Holding himself, he helped you ease down his length. He closed his eyes at the pleasure of it.
Opening them looking up at you he shifted a little loving the pleasure wash across your face. He glided his hands up your soft thighs to your hips.
“Alright honey, let me watch you.”
You braced yourself on the rims of the tub. You were slow at first which was driving him crazy. But soon you picked up speed.
“Yes. That’s my girl.”
He moved his hands higher till he could run his hands over your breasts. Your nipples became even more erect as he caressed them.
Your moans and his mingled, he relished how you arched against him. Your pace was steady. But he could feel how as you tightened on him you were drawing close.
“Feel good baby?”
“Yes.” You managed.
Right now, this was amazing. The warm water as it fell around the two you. The way your moved as you rode him. He was drawing close himself.
When you bent over him them and met his eyes. “Dan” You moaned, your wet strands hanging down. “I am so close.”
“Then cum for me.” He tucker some of the strands behind your ear so he could see you better. “I want to feel it. I want to see it.” His words you were curled into a purr as you were making him feel so good.
“Yes.” Your lips met and the two of your were hungry as you kissed. Your moans became one like you were now.
You came against him hard, your head thrown back. Magnificent was how you looked; his love. His girl.
He trembled, reaching out he held you close as he finally came hard in you.
Wilting, he missed the feel of you when he gently slipped from you and you drew close to him. You were flushed and breathless, he loved very moment of it. He held you there on top of him, he could feel your racing heart.
******
Not much later, in fresh t-shirts and pajama pants you under his blankets. You giggled into his chest.
Sleep had been tugging on him but he opened one eye and watched as you giggled a little more. “Yes, honey?”
“I’ve always wanted to do that, and it felt amazing.”
He had to admit that woke him up a little more, but his exhaustion still lingered.
“You were honey. We may have to do it again, perhaps next time with with bubbles.” He murmured against the top of your head, and gave the drying strands of your hair a kiss.
Turning, you smiled up at him. “I’d like that.”
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Night Shift | Dan Torrance x m!reader
Anonymous asked: If you're gonna steal my hoodies, the least you can do is tell me- dan torrance x male reader
summary: Dan often steals your hoodies when he's got the night shift, but what he hardly ever does is not tell you about it.
tws: swearing, mentions of death
It wasn't rare for Dan to steal your hoodies when he had to work the night shift, always returning them washed and dried and as if he hadn't even worn them in the first place, often making sure that loose strings that you hadn't even noticed were fixed and the little strings were exactly even length; he often told you, though, or at least left you a note if you weren't around for any reason. He always let you know when he borrowed them, as in exchange, you would steal one of his if it was particularly cold or if you needed something to quickly chuck on to go up the shops; you always told one another.
But when you checked your wardrobe in the morning and found your favourite soft red hoodie was missing, you frowned; you looked everywhere for it, wondering where the fuck it had gone to, until Dan walked in wearing it.
"Jesus Christ!" You sighed. "If you're gonna steal my hoodies, the least you can do is tell me."
Dan shrugged, swallowing thickly as he sipped from a bottle of warm Gatorade. "My bad. We had... we had six go last night. It was busy."
You frowned, and cleared your throat as you ran a hand down your face and nodded. "Six?"
"Six," he muttered, sitting at the edge of the bed and shaking his head. Having residents pass on was always rough on him. "Me and Azzie... we basically didn't fucking stop all night. As soon as one was gone, another was about to go."
You sat beside him, putting your arm around his shoulders and running your hand up and down his bicep as you swallowed thickly and leaned into him. "I'm sorry... I know, I know it doesn't change anything or help, but... I'm sorry."
"At least none of them had flies all over their face," he admitted. "Unlike Mum."
You clenched your jaw a little, knowing how hard his mother's death had hit him and that such a thing would never leave him; there were certain things that never left Dan, and you weren't sure what you could do to help. As his boyfriend, all you could do was be there for him.
"Can you see Dick again?" You asked quietly. "I mean, can you, like, go see him?"
Dan shook his head, putting his head on your shoulder and desperately grabbing your hand. "No, not... not anymore. He paid his debt. I'm still paying mine."
You nodded, licking your lips and daring to rake a hand through his hair. "It'll be alright... in the end. Do you wanna go see Billy? Or John?"
"No," he muttered. "I just... I just wanna forget about it... I still haven't gotten the sound of Frank Sinatra out of my head."
"If that's the case, then," you pushed him up enough so that you could look into his eyes, daring to smile at him. "You wanna put on some Sabaton and help me make a cake?"
Dan looked at you quizzically, although he was grateful for the subject change. "Why are you making a cake?"
"Abra asked me," you explained, "one of her friends is having a birthday party and he asked her if she would ask me to make a cake... but you know me, I don't really bake."
He dared to smile as he nodded. "So you want me to make sure it's edible?"
"Pretty much," you chuckled. "You in?"
"I'm in," Dan agreed, wiping his face of the unshed tears. "What one are we making?"
"Red velvet," you told him. "But I was thinking, if things go well, maybe we can make another just for us?"
"Coffee cake?" He suggested, and when you nodded, he grinned. "I volunteer for taste testing, though."
"You're not volunteering, you're being forced," you joked. "But I'll also let you have the bowl and the spoon."
Dan gently brought you in for a kiss, humming softly. "You're the best boyfriend in the world, y'know that, don't you, pup?"
"Yeah, I know," you laughed softly. "Just don't blame me if you get food poisoning."
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merakiaes · 3 years
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satingrove · 4 years
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obi wan (or dan!) looking after you when you’re sick? :)
i’m gonna go danny boy for this one :)
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dan is an all around very attentive partner, so when you’re sick (or even on the monthlies), he is eager to take care of you in every aspect of the word
“how’s your head, sweetheart? i made you some tea”
he gives you just as many cuddles as usual, without worrying about getting sick himself, perhaps even more
when he’s off work he’ll make a trip to the store and buy you your favourite snacks and candies
he comes home in his scrubs to find you asleep in his bed, blankets tossed every which way and his heart melts at the sight of you
he began making soup after setting the snacks on the night stand, softly humming to himself and stirring in spices and vegetables into the broth
you woke up and went to wrap your arms around dan from behind, clinging onto his back as he continued his cooking
“oh hi there, honey” he turned to kiss your cheek
dan would know at what moments you felt most uncomfortable, and used that to his advantage by running you a bath or picking you up and taking you to bed for an extra snuggle
he kept tissues for you in all corners of the apartment
dan got into the habit of brushing your hair for you. he knew how precious and delicate it made you feel as he passed the brush through your locks
he would procure all your favourite movies and watch them with you, whether they were his style or not. doesn’t matter to him
extra kisses
wraps you up in his flannels when you have cold flashes, and gets up to grab you a glass of water when you start to feel too hot
makes sure you take all the necessary medication and keeps a checklist with him
tells you stories and sings to you while he rubs your back, rocking you to sleep
he worries about you but you know how well he cares for you
he makes sure to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are, especially when he knows you feel less than pretty
“my little sweetheart”
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cinebration · 4 years
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The Darkest Shine (Dan Torrance x Reader) [Part 1]
Premise: You have the Shine—a very special, dangerous one. You’ve been called to use it on Dan Torrance.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Epilogue
Tagged: @theblackmaskclub​​​
Warnings: Spoilers for Doctor Sleep
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You lay on your mattress, gazing up at the ceiling but not seeing it. Looking between spaces, your eyes unfocused.
Everything heightened around you. Beyond the window, the moon shrouded itself behind thick clouds. Chirruping crickets suddenly silenced themselves. The sheets beneath your arms tickled excruciatingly.
Your heart slowed. You felt suspended between the beats.
A tingle spread through your scalp and down your neck, akin to the feeling when music sent shivers through you.
“Who’re you?”
He had a soft, warm voice.
You sat up slowly in bed. He stood by the window, shoulders slightly hunched. Switching on the low lamp by the bed, you blinked as the light washed him in warm tones.
His eyes were kind behind the wariness. The lines of hardship had been smoothed by the peace he had earned in the end.
“I’m a friend of Abra’s,” you said quietly. “You can ask her.”
You watched him reach out to her. She responded quickly. He turned back to you, guarded but curious. “How am I here?”
“I called you, Dan Torrance.”
“How…?”
“It’s my own trick,” you answered. “A very special one only I seem to know.”
Dan’s gaze darted around the room. “You’re very sure of that. Maybe if you taught it—”
“I can’t teach this trick. I only learned it because I died.”
His attention locked on you.
“Yes,” you said. “You heard me right.”
He struggled to find an inoffensive way of asking how. “Then…”
“I came back. It wasn’t a true death. The doctors saved me.” You smiled thinly, pushing past the subject. “Ask me why you’ve been called, Dan Torrance.”
Eyes narrowing slightly, he asked, “Why?”
“You’re needed. The Shiners need you.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t do much.”
“That’s why I’m here.” Swinging your legs off the bed, you stood and approached him, your voice soothing. “You shine the brightest, Dan Torrance. You and Abra are all that stand against the dark.”
“What about you?”
You shook your head. “I’m not enough.”
“Why not?”
“I shine the darkest.”
His frown deepened, bringing back the old lines of his face. “What does that mean?”
You turned away from him, glancing out through the window as you tried to find the words. Your reflection looked pale in the pane, the world outside dimly lit by the enshrouded moon. Your wristwatch flashed.
Midnight.
One lone cricket resumed chirping. You were rusty.
“Death is the great unknown,” you said. “The unknown is terrifying because of its darkness.”
“So, you’re terrifying.”
“To them, I am. But to them I’m just a myth.” You turned to him. “You are the one they fear most.”
“I’m dead,” he said bluntly. “I can’t do anything.”
“They’re afraid. The most dangerous creature is one that’s afraid.” Shaking your head, you stepped over to him, peering into his kind eyes. “With my help, you’ll be able to help the Shiners.”
He swallowed thickly. “How?”
You reached out and touched his hand.
He inhaled sharply. He could feel you. Not the strange intangible feeling he knew before, like touching through the veil. Actual touch, flesh-and-blood contact, as though you were on his side of the curtain.
As though he were alive again.
You let your hand drop away. He made a small sound in his throat at the loss of contact, feeling the veil snap back between him and the physical world. He gaped at you.
“Another trick of mine,” you said, wiping the sweat off your temples with trembling hands. “I can do more than that, but it’ll take time. I have a process.”
“What does this mean?” he asked, practically gasping it.
“It means your work isn’t done, Dan Torrance.” You looked at your ghostly reflection in the window pane, where his image wasn’t reflected. “You can say no,” you added quietly, “and I will leave you be.”
Dan turned away from you, struggling to process your words. You were asking him to give up his hard-won peace.
As though reading his mind—perhaps you were, though he didn’t feel it—you said, “This gift shouldn’t be sacrificial. You shouldn’t have had to die for it like Hallorann.”
Invoking Dick’s name did the trick. Dan turned wordlessly to you, not quite sold but willing to keep an open mind. That much you could read on his face.
Nodding, you glanced back at the watch. 12:01AM. Rusty indeed. “I’d like you to accompany me on a drive tomorrow. You don’t have to, but I will be summoning you to the destination regardless.”
Frowning, he asked, “Where are we?”
“Colorado.”
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obisimpkenobi · 3 years
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Congrats on 400 followers!! 🤗💙 Could you do a Dan Torrance sfw ABC?
Thank you so much!!!! Of course you can have ABC of Danny boy! This was fun to do and I want to cuddle him now.
A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
It takes a while for Danny to open up. He’s had a rough past, and closes himself off to protect himself and others. He always tensed up when you showed any type of physical contact, but slowly started to melt into them. After things became official between the two of you he slowly started reciprocating, but is still nervous about it.
B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)
You guys met through Billy. Most people in town know Billy, he is the quiet sweetheart that does what he can to help out. So he introduces the two of you, the two closest people to him. From there your friendship blossomed and he’d start seeking you out to be around you.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Danny boy just needs to be held ok? Sweet boy just has so much going on and cuddling with you helps ground him. His favorite cuddle position is where you're on your back, and his head is resting on your chest, your arms cradling his head brushing through his hair. His arms will be around your waist trying to get impossibly closer to you and you tangle your legs with his, which makes him oh so soft.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)
He loves the idea of getting a small apartment with you, just something small and quaint. A proper home for once in his life with the one person he feels safe with.
He likes to keep a tidy place, if there is too much of a mess it starts to overwhelm him. He likes cooking, but most of the things he knows how to cook are simple dishes. He likes when you cook food you’ve had when you were a kid, a smile always adorning his face as you cook.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
This man would have tears in his eyes, but refuses to let them fall. But he would make sure he is respectful and make you realize that it really is him. He doesn’t want you to feel worse than you already do.
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)
He is very hesitant about wanting to fully commit to you. He loves you, but he has so many demons. He thinks you deserve better than an ex-alcoholic that has mountains of trauma and this weird shining thing that haunts him most nights.
I feel like he wouldn’t feel the need to make it “official” anyways. Just being with you in general is enough for him. He doesn’t need this grand gesture or a piece of paper to show that he loves you. But he will do whatever makes you happy.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)
Dan emotionally is very rough around the edges, he really does need a bit of TLC. He himself tries to be soft towards you, and give you everything he thinks you deserve in a s/o. He wishes so much he could do more.
Physically he melts in your arms. The moment you hold him in any way he can’t help but smile for a moment and hold on to you tighter, or nuzzle into you. He’s been through shit and somehow his demons keep finding him, but when he is in your arms he feels safe. He’s not necessarily clingy, but he loves being held and holding you.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)
Like I said this man loves to hold you and he loves to be held. His hugs at first are timid, but you always squeeze him as hard as you can in the biggest bear hug you can muster. After you reciprocate his hug he grows more confident in it.
I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)
As said before Danny is hesitant about most things because of his past, so it takes a while for him to even think “wow I love this person”. He knows he cares for you and does love you but the thought of really being “in love” scares him a bit. But nevertheless he does admit it out loud when you're holding him one night after a particularly nasty nightmare, or day just needing comfort.
J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)
So I feel like during his time he got clean he’s learned to control his emotions more, so it’s hard for him to get jealous. He also trusts you 100% in that area, he knows you and knows you wouldn’t cheat on him. But when he does I feel like he gets a little pouty, and quiet. Once you realize you’ll grab his hand and squeeze it reassuring him that everythings ok.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He’s usually into the soft kisses, the ones where you both end up melting into each other. Your bodies start to relax with the feel of each other and you can feel the care in the kiss. IMAGINE AS HE LINKS HIS FINGERS WITH YOURS AS YOU KISS SOFTLY
But don’t let the man fool you, when the time is right he will kiss you with a fiery passion. It's incredibly sexy when he kisses you as if he owns you, but this is reserved for behind closed doors.
L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)
He wasn’t good with kids before, but after working at Teeny Town and Abra he got better. It’s funny because he doesn’t do a high pitched voice like others usually would, but he would talk with interest and curiosity in his voice.
M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)
So mornings happen differently. There are the mornings he gets up somewhat early to go conduct the train in Teeny Towns, and there are the mornings where he sleeps in a little later after a night working at the hospice center. Either way when one of you gets up you're always pressing a kiss to the top of the others head when they wake, and before they leave for work.
N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights are the same as the mornings. The nights where he’s home are spent with the two of you dancing around each other as you cook, clean, or do whatever it is you do in the afternoons. But when he goes in to work, you always pack him some food to munch on later in the night and he can’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness. When he comes home he loves seeing you curled up in your shared bed, more often than not you’re in one of his shirts.
O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)
It takes a while for him to open up to you. I mean most people think he’s crazy when he talks about the things he sees, or looks at him with pity because of his past. You never pushed him to talk about anything, which is how you gained his trust. Before you guys became an item he told you everything, and you sat there with sad, but understanding eyes. You grabbed his hand and told him that you believed him, and how that it doesn't change how you feel about him. Safe to say he was fighting tears after that and internally SWOONED.
P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He gets frustrated but not that angry anymore. But he is also pretty patient, especially with other people. The hardest part is being patient with himself.
Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)
Dan remembers most things about you, but there are a few things that might slip his mind.
R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)
His favorite moments with you are when you're cuddling, but one of his all time favorite moments was when you had just got off of work and Teeny Town was full of families. On your way home you walked right up to Billy and asked how you could help. At some point you ended up running around chasing the kids, while giving one a piggyback ride. You looked so happy, as you helped entertain the kids waiting for a ride on the train. He knew you were tired after work, but yet you still came over to help plant some flowers and help the tired parents with their kids.
S - Security (How protective are they?)
Dan is pretty protective, that’s why it took so long to let you into his life. He doesn’t want anything happening to you, and if something happened to you because of him? He’d never forgive himself. He still hasn’t forgiven himself for past slip ups.
T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)
Sweet boy tries. He tries his best everyday with what seems to be the weight of the world on his shoulders. You see that and are incredibly proud of him either way. But when he goes out of his way to do something for you? You feel special. Life is hard already, and extra hard when you have shit to work through. So you always make sure he knows that you appreciate everything he does, even if it's only for himself.
U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)
Danny boy worked real hard to stop his drinking, but of course because of that he acts a little different when he’s overwhelmed and doesn’t have alcohol to help. The main thing is he really wants to just be alone, and is used to being alone. Learning to trust and have a friend in Billy is one thing, but having a significant other? There’s gonna be a little more work needed.
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s pretty lax about his appearance. After he got clean he manages himself a little more than he used too, and after he got with you he tries a littlemore. He takes care of himself more and when you go out with each other he makes sure to look a little nicer for you.  
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
I wouldn't necessarily say “incomplete” but more of a loss. Being incomplete is like saying you will be okay again. He’s lost people before and worked through it, but he still feels it like the day he found out.
X - Xtra (Random HC)
After you move in together you realize there’s a cat that roams around, so you guys “adopt” it. You always leave food out and even bought a little bed and put it outside for it. It’s a little white and grey cat with light blue eyes. You named it Spoon, not knowing what else to call it while you washed some dishes. Danny chuckled at the name and somehow found himself calling the cat Spoon as well.
Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)
Danny doesn’t like people who are impatient, or super closed minded. With the things he’s seen and dealt with he needs someone who won’t judge, someone who can believe what he’s been through.
Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)
Dan has insomnia. How can he not with everything in his head? So he doesn’t look forward to sleeping. He has medicine for if it gets too bad, or if he can’t go back to sleep. If you happen to wake up with him you make some tea to help relax the both of you back into sleep. You’ll curl up into each other and pass out watching an old show or movie you both like.
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Making Love | Dan Torrance x Male!Reader | Smut
"no prompt from the list but the Christmas story with Dan inspired uh,,, this,, so do with it what you will. (obv nsfw because yknow,,,, I am still me,,, so)
Dan x male!reader: having sex with Dan but in sweaters with cosy lights over the bed n stuff, really soft and slow, maybe they're both sleepy or something (cock warming? ), fucking until it feels like your brains are melting because it's so slow and gentle yknow
that's it " @iscariot-rising​
summary; It’s a cosy, rainy night. Dan and you are watching movies and move on to ~making love~ because you usually don’t even have the time for that. 
notes; NSF/W STUFF: Cockwarming (anally); Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Making Love/Slow, gentle sex; Making out; Clothed Sex. Cosiness; Love; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; PWP; Lemon; Smut; Smut with Fluff. Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!
Cuddling, you've been lying in bed for a while, just watching films and enjoying the warmth of each other. It was a rainy day and neither of you had to work, which you were very happy about because by God, you were both deeply exhausted and plain tired.
Since it was slowly becoming winter, you were both wearing the cosiest sweaters you had in your closets, which were both Dan's; so it was a little big on you. He loved seeing you wear his clothes; and you genuinely thought that the light blue sweater you were wearing was the best thing in the world, when it came to clothing at least. Dan was wearing a maroon coloured sweater that fit him perfectly and it was so soft, you loved running your hands over the fabric.
Lying in bed like this, your head resting on his chest, your arms around his middle and his arms around your shoulders, you felt so at home, like you never had before with anyone else. On top of that, the darkness outside had the two of you turn on the string of lights you kept over your bed and on the window beside it, early, and they've been gracing you with their warm light since.
It was past eight P. M. by the time you've become a little restless despite your sleepiness. You started squirming and changing positions seemingly every few seconds, touching Dan wherever it drew you to, all the while.
At one point he's had enough and stilled you with his arms around you, looking at you curiously. "What the hell, Y/N? Do you have ants in your pants all of a sudden or what?" He didn't sound like it was truly bothering him, seeming more playful really.
Smiling, you shook your head. "No, but I'm feeling a little restless if you catch my drift."
He hung his head down for a moment, chuckling. "I noticed. I don't really have that much energy right now, and I know neither do you. So, how about we take this really slow, hm? What do you say, my love?"
"How slow?" You asked, leaning into him, smiling.
Your lips were almost touching already, and you had one of your hands pressed against his chest, squeezing lightly.
"Slowly stretching you open and keeping myself in you for as long as we both can manage kind of slow? I don't just wanna make love to you and that's it, y'know? I thought maybe we could put in another movie, while I keep you on my cock?" Dan murmured against your lips, pecking your lips in between each suggestion.
Your body was flooded by arousal, when he was finished. Only capable of nodding frantically and with enthusiasm clear in every inch of your body, you both grinned at each other.
Gently, he started kissing you with more intent, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, as you then opened your mouth obediently for him to get his tongue inside. You made out for a couple of minutes, feeling up each other all the while, squeezing biceps, thighs and hips. At one point, one of his hands slipped under your sweater and stroked over your stomach and happy trail, and eventually climbed up to your chest, gently playing with your nipples. You let out a breathy moan then, breaking the kiss. Your foreheads pressed against each other, as you panted, smiling.
That moment was over way too soon, as Dan removed himself from you, leaning over to the bedside table that held the lube. He retrieved it and then set it down beside your head. Then he slid down your sweat pants, revealing your bare lower body. You hadn't even bothered to wear any underwear that day, apparently. He leaned down and started spreading kisses over your lower stomach, where your sweater had ridden up from his hand before. The kisses moved over to your happy trail and followed it, pointedly ignoring your hard cock, and then over to your thighs, kissing, sucking and biting your inner thighs especially. You buried your hands in his hair, not pulling or pushing, just holding on, as you moaned and groaned with every action of his mouth on your legs.
After a while, he lifted his head and smiled at you softly. "Is it good so far?"
"Perfect," you replied huskily.
Dan picked up the tube of lubrication then and squirted some of it on his fingers, while you grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips. He leaned back after he's warmed up the lube a bit and then circled his index finger around your rim, making you shiver, and also having your spread legs twitch a little. Then he inserted his finger, pushing in slowly. When it was fully inside, he gave you a few moments to adjust and then started pumping it in and out of you, making breathy little moans leave you.
He continued to prepare you slowly. Each finger was added after enough time, in which you had completely adjusted around them, until you were silently begging for his cock, bucking your hips and thrusting back onto his fingers. "Please," you whined.
Dan smiled, leaned down and kissed you a couple of times before he leaned back and picked up the lube again, sliding down his sweat pants until his cock was revealed, slicking it up generously. Then he wiped his hands clean on wet wipes you kept in the bedside table as well. After that, he sat down beside you, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed and patted his thigh. "C'mere, darling. Sit down on my cock, alright?"
Hastily, you scrambled into a sitting position and with your back to him, guided his cock into your hole, slowly sliding down on it, letting yourself adjust to his thick length filling you up as you took it in. Moaning, you gripped onto his thighs with a very tight grasp, that had him groan in pain a little and wrap his hands around your hips in turn. When you were fully seated, you leaned back against him, your back resting against his chest, his cock now fully inside of you.
Both of you caught your breath, smiling. With your sweaters, and his sweat pants still on, it was a surreal kind of situation. Usually you didn't really leave your clothes on when you got down and dirty, but fuck, it had its appeal for sure. You felt so cosy and warm despite the sexual nature of what you were doing.
"What movie would you like to watch then?" He asked, once again sliding a hand under your sweater, as the other held the remote control for the TV.
"I frankly don't care. Whatever you feel like right now. I'm satisfied," you sighed, as you leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder.
Dan put in Star Trek Beyond then. He pressed sweet kisses on your shoulder and neck, while you both got comfortable, both of your dicks growing soft again. It was so cosy and comfortable.
About halfway through the film, you started squirming again. Dan wrapped his hands around your hips firmly, trying to still you.
"If you want to move on to actually having sex, you just have to say it, y'know, sweetheart?" He rasped into your ear, his lips brushing against your ear shell. It made you shiver and bite your lower lip.
"Please?" You replied sheepishly.
He muted the film and patted your hips lightly, making you get up. At the loss of his cock inside of you, you whined pathetically. He chuckled, "In a moment again, darling."
Then you lay back down, the pillow under your hips again, and spread your legs as far apart as they would go, while you stroked yourself to full hardness. Dan put some more lube on his cock and also pumped his hand up and down on it, coaxing it back to being fully hard, like you did. After that, he positioned himself between your spread legs, leaned over you and guided his cock back inside of you, making you both moan as you automatically clenched around him for a moment.
As soon as he was fully sheathed inside of you, he started moving his hips slowly, building up a gentle rhythm that was pleasurable and loving, instead of a quick fuck, like you often had to rely on because of your schedules. When he had gotten into a rhythm that pretty much always had him hit your prostate, and was also fast and forceful enough to be good enough; he leaned over you properly and captured your lips in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. Both of you moaned into it, your tongues dancing with each other.
The soft glow of the TV and the string of lights around you casted you in a beautiful light, which made everything so cosy and romantic. "I love you so much, Danno," you sighed, as you both let up for air.
Softly, he smiled at you, "I love you even more so, Y/N."
You rolled your eyes fondly and pulled him back down to resume making out with him, while he continued to thrust into you. It didn't take long anymore, until you finally came over either of your stomachs and sweaters, as Dan's abdomen rubbed against your cock in time with his hips. As you pulsed and clenched around him, he was sent over the edge, too, coming inside of you with hoarse groans.
After a few moments, he pulled out of you and let himself fall beside you on the mattress, your legs tangled.
"Absolutely fantastic. We should do that more often," you murmured, beaming at him.��
He looked back at you and smiled, oh, so fondly. "Yeah, I think so, too. We definitely should, my darling." Dan intertwined his hand with yours and brought it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles.
Smiling, you closed your eyes and drifted off to a quick nap, feeling satisfied and happy. 
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