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[mlmxreader]

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.” 

[godnectar]

yanderes tying you up and overstimulating their darling beyond their limits >>>>

☆ note : kinda shady and dark depending on how u read it,,, but I still wouldn't mind actually writing something like this if anyone requested it yk 👀... ( inbox here! )

your yandere lover who truly cannot help it. he cannot help it because it just feels so good —you feel so good— that he could never stop trying to make you shiver in pleasure, especially since you can't do anything against it. having tied you up at the beginning of the session, he didn't even notice the way your legs started to shake, or the way your eyes flooded with blissed out tears, too lost in his own world as he continued to kiss, bite, grope and thrust into you.

yandere dilf, pup, househusband, jock, florist, crush, himbo + upcoming nerd, ex-boyfriend, bodyguard, werewolf, and best friend!

your yandere lover who's completely aware of what he's doing. you thought he would untie you and let you go just like that after giving you the most mind-blowing fuck ever? of course not, sweetheart— he's not even done yet at all. why should he stop, when you look so so so pretty while writhing and mewling under him, though? you're certainly in for a night full of worship and pleasure, no matter if you might be a bit too dizzy and exhausted at the end.

yandere professor, bully, sugar daddy, husband, neighbor, assistant, vampire + upcoming tutor, doctor, pharaoh, merman, and boss!

© godnectar 2024. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[donutdrawsthings]

When I listen to this song I always imagine it's 8, 13 and 15 singing (with 12 silently playing the guitar)

[nightmun]

A few doodles of these two

[nifflering]

Another little headcannon (inspired by @roxannepolice headcannon that every master post cheetah virus still has it deep in their dna)

Every master post-cheetah virus is like a magnet for cats.

[jakes3resin]

Biker Gale AU... my unwritten beloved... my most beautiful muse... feral Gale who beats up men and kisses Bucky with blood still on his face... Bucky who says fuck you to federal agents... truly my most beloved... the second I start writing you I know you'll no longer be my beloved but my enemy... but that's okay I still love you 💔

A/B/O fic my detestable wife... please release me from your clutches... or at least make fucking sense in the docs... why do you not want to be written cohesively... divorce will never be an option 💔

[after-witch]

Jungle Gym [Kidnapped Reader + True Knot]

Title: Jungle Gym [Kidnapped Reader + True Knot]

Synopsis: You were supposed to get tortured tonight. Instead, you hid. Companion piece to Pasteurized.

Word count: 1171

notes: kidnapped reader, descriptions of past torture, reader is afab; combination of movie and book canon

At 9 PM, an hour when the sun had set and the sky was deep blue-black and all dotted with stars, you were supposed to head down to the clearing and sit nice and pretty and wait for Rose the Hat to strike the first blow.

Literally, the first blow. This was not some metaphorical musing or purple prose. She usually started your torture sessions (they were, of course, the True Knot’s feeding sessions) with a solid kick to the ribs or the side, to knock you down, and get you in a nice prone position for whatever was coming next.

The sharp pain, she said, was a bit like dropping a steak onto a sizzling hot pain. It gave your flavor a nice crust. 

You had done this dutifully for some years now. When you were a child, they dragged you there or Crow Daddy took your hand and led you there without giving you room to struggle; you had no choice. As you got older, it became something of a chore marked on a calendar. 

Friday: Make bed, wash dishes, head down to the bonfire to get tortured for hours.

It was something you did because you were supposed to, because the alternative was worse. Because some sick part of you wanted them to like you, and not making them work hard for their food seemed to do just that.

Tonight, though, you didn’t brace yourself and walk down to the clearing. You snuck out of the little camper where you lived with Silent Sarey and crawled, silent as you please, to the creaky old playground set up away from camp. A public playground where anyone staying at the campground could go.

It was a stupid move, in all respects. They would find you. They would hurt you more for giving them trouble. Especially when they treated you so well; that was always the line when you were younger. You should be grateful that they didn’t chain you up like a dog in the dark.

And you were grateful, most of the time. Really. Truly. You were grateful every time you got a birthday cake or Rose the Hat had a civil conversation instead of sneering at you like a smart-mouthed roast dinner. You were grateful for your bed and your notebooks and your magazines. 

You were grateful for Crow Daddy--your daddy--who made sure you got schooling and took you to the movies and always treated you with care, so long as you acted right.

But there was only so much pain you could take. And tonight, you could take no more.

Not that it mattered what you could take.

It’s Crow Daddy who finds you. And you know that it was probably on purpose, because he’s the only one whose presence wouldn’t immediately make you want to bolt. To convince you to come willingly, so there wouldn’t be a scene. If they were fine with you screaming and kicking, they might have sent Barry to drag you by your armpits or heaven forbid, Rose, all simmering anger to draw you out with threats.

But instead it’s Crow Daddy who kneels in front of the jungle gym. It was the only piece of equipment big enough for you to fit under. Woodchips dig into your thighs, and you shift uncomfortably on the ground. 

“Hey, there,” he says. Casual as you please. Like you weren’t tucked under a piece of playground equipment at night, hiding from your tormentors. 

You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek and keep your eyes staring down at your lap. If you don’t talk, you can stay here longer. Delay the inevitable. 

He sighs, a slow, soft sound in the night. Crickets sing behind his breath. 

“Well. Didn’t think you hated me so much, honey.”

Something lurches in your chest, and you look up. The moonlight plays on Crow Daddy’s face. He looks serious and sad and Christ, worst of all, disappointed in you. 

“What? No, I don’t hate you, I-”

Crow Daddy shakes his head, cutting you off. “You want me to starve, is that it? Me and Miss Rose? And Grandpa Flick, too? You saw he’s been using a cane lately. But I guess you want him to go on hurtin’.” 

Tears prick at your eyes. Grandpa Flick had been walking stiffly the past few weeks. Rose had been helping him up and down. He didn’t have the skip in his step that he got right after, well--right after he fed on your tortured, nourishing steam. 

Was it wrong, to feel bad for him? He was one of the people who kidnapped you, but he wasn’t so bad when he was in a good mood. He got you presents and patted your head and told you old, old, old stories.

And Crow Daddy, of course, of course you didn’t want him to hurt.

“I don’t want you to starve, daddy. Or Miss Rose or anyone. I would never…”  You would never what, you think? Never run away? It wasn’t a possibility. Never deny them food? You didn’t have a choice. 

He gestures for you to come closer, and you obey. The wood chips dig into your knees as you crawl out from underneath the jungle gym and sit in front of Crow Daddy, who gives you a once over.

“Then why are you hiding when you know it’s supper, hm?”

There are a million things you could say. 

All you do is whimper stupidly. The ghosts of pains past ripple through your memory. The knives, the beatings. The crowbars. The hornets. 

“It’ll hurt.”

Crow Daddy puts one firm hand on your shoulder.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s gotta hurt, though. Don’t you want us to stay nice and strong?”

You nod. There’s only one answer he wants. He’s kind enough to take your hand and lead you right to it. 

“Yes, daddy.”

His serious frown breaks into a smile, and you smile, too. Not because you’re happy but because when he smiles it means he’s not disappointed in you and in this big fucked up world, that’s all you have. 

He chucks your chin with his fingers.

“That’s my girl.” 

He stands, and extends his hand, and you take it. He grips it tight as he leads you away from the playground and towards the flickering light of the bonfire in the distance. You try not to fight against what’s coming, which will surely be worse than whatever they had planned originally. Instead you just accept it. Accept that you’re going to walk straight into a den of creatures that are going to hurt you until your throat is bleeding raw from the screams.

You wonder: will your bittersweet acceptance tonight add a new flavor to the taste of your steam? 

And did it matter? What truly mattered was the pain. It was the pain that purified your steam and made it filling and nourishing, like ultra-concentrated vitamins that they inhaled in the darkness of the night.

After all--

It’s gotta hurt.

[seveneyesoup]

a long nights sleep under the tardis console would fix me btw

[moreaugriffins]

on one hand, I know in a cowboy au, the UNIT lads wouldn't be cowboys (because yknow, they're authority figures.. so they're sheriffs and deputies and such)

on the other hand, they got the close-knit vibe you'd more likely find with an outlaw group, plus, lets be honest, it's more fun if they're cowboys

also they would look hot as cowboys, and they deserve that

[noxcaelestia]

If you’re legitimately interested in my current pricing, my state’s min wage went up recently and the cheapest option, pushed up to the next highest dollar (not rounded) totals up to about an 8 hour work day not adding in any other expenses or subtracting fees.

Between drawing and scanning then finishing up on my iPad via Procreate, the time is decently accurate if not underestimated. The more expensive option is twice that which is about two work days in total hours.

It’s already hard to price my stuff accurately especially when I have been so ill back and forth and I haven’t completed much work in about a year now. I hope you’ll understand. Thank you for your continued support regardless.

[mlmxreader]

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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[gemkun]

what kind of catharsis do you need ?

      ⸻       sleep

  tired ,   aren't   you ?   that's   okay   --   it's   been   a   long ,   long   day.   can   you   even   remember   the   last   time   you've   had   a   nice   rest ,   when   you   were   truly   at   peace ?   how   long   have   you   been   running   on   empty   for ,   anyway ?   please ,   sit ,   drink   something   warm ,   close   your   eyes.   there   will   be   time   in   the   morning   to   do   everything   that   needs   to   be   done.

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[nutzworth]

the man with the brown skin is a human! he's dr. julian bashir :3 the lady with the spots is a trill and her name is jadzia dax! she has a sentient worm in her and is transgender. love wins!!!!

bashir bashir i know bashir! jadzia.... thats beautiful. she has a worm in her. thats beautiful. thank you oleandy my knowledge of ds9 comes from my 1 mutual and i know like 4 characters total

[mariocki]

Anthony Ainley guests as medical specialist Josef Kerston, a doctor but also (shock!) a villain, in The Adventurer: The Bradley Way (1.4, ITC, 1972)

[lupescx]

im curious about the general consensus, so:

[starboardharpy]

I'm hyperfixating on Stephen King characters being in DBD

I don't play DBD, I barely consume DBD content

And yet here I am, 2 and a half weeks into thinking about The Shining/Doctor Sleep, IT, Carrie, and TBP (as a treat) being in DBD