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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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littleoddwriter · 2 years
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hello! i love your works! would you be comfortable doing a fic of a gn!reader helping billy with dan torrence? like, when he first arrives in town and his recovery is rough. lots of good lovin' hurt/comfort for this poor boy please!
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Getting Better | Dan Torrance x GenderNeutral!Reader (Pre-Relationship)
Hello there! Thank you both SO much!!! <3 Since the requests are extremely similar, I decided to combine them. Hope that's okay! And thanks so much for the requests, I really hope y'all like what I've done with them. :')
summary; See above.
notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Pre-Relationship; Alcoholism; Recovery; Relapse; Suicidal Tendencies; Past Abuse; Hurt/Comfort; Fluff.
At the first AA meeting Dan visited, Billy introduced him to you. Just like everyone else there, you were an alcoholic, too. Ten years sober at that point, as you proudly told him. He was happy for you. He hoped he’d get there, too. No more drowning it all in alcohol. He wanted to get sober and he wanted to do better. He wanted to be a better person.
Billy and you were both so kind to him, offering help, a job, anything, really. He couldn’t comprehend why either of you dared to put yourself at risk for him like that when neither of you even knew him. But like Billy had said, he had this feeling about people sometimes, and ironically enough, you had told him the same thing when he had asked you the same question of why you were helping him. Did you both have the shine? And neither of you even knew. Although that was probably lucky for you.
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Now that Dan had a job, his days weren’t so bad. He worked shifts at Teenytown, helping with the train, and otherwise he was at the hospice. It was good. It felt good. And it didn’t leave much room for memories to pop up. It was a good distraction. 
That was until he went back home and was all alone. 
He was at his worst during the night. Images of dead people haunted him, his own father, the creatures of the hotel, recent acquaintances. They all haunted him. He didn’t have nearly enough strength to face them and prove that he’s better than the bottle just yet. They always won, didn’t they? 
But they didn’t have to. He wasn’t alone anymore. He had help. He had you and Billy and John. He just needed to contact one of you to help him right now, as Deenie and her baby were still haunting him. The guilt he felt was immeasurable. He was a terrible person. He didn’t deserve help. Did he?
With shaking fingers, he put the bottle back into his bag and got out his keys. Then, he stood up and walked down the stairs, as quietly as he could, to knock on your door. You lived just below him. It was either you or Billy, now. 
A few moments later, you opened the door, looking half asleep still. When you saw him, though, you became more alert. 
“Dan? Hey, come inside,” you said, your voice was still thick with sleep. He felt terrible for waking you. Nonetheless, he walked past you and inside your apartment.
“I’m sorry,” Danny started, “I just- I need help. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“That’s all right. Come here, let’s sit down and talk, hm?” you told him gently and sat down on the couch. He sat down beside you, fidgeting with his pants. “What happened?” you asked, then.
Breathing deeply, Dan tried to gather himself. Should he really tell you the truth? Wouldn’t you judge him horribly for it and never want to see him again?
In the end, he decided to risk it anyway. He told you about Deenie, about stealing her money and leaving her and her toddler alone. And now they were dead and it was all his fault. He started crying at the end, burying his face in his hands. He wanted to go hide himself. He wanted to die. He deserved it.
“Danny… I’m so sorry for what happened. It’s not your fault they’re dead. Both you and Deenie did something wrong. But no one deserved to die. No one is truly at fault here. Sometimes it’s just bad luck if anything. You think it’s gonna be okay, but it ends up being everything but. It’s done. You feel guilty. And you’ll feel guilty for a long time. But you know what? That doesn’t make you a terrible person. The fact that you show remorse and decided to change and to get help is what makes you a better person; even though it doesn’t undo what has happened, of course,” you spoke kindly, putting a hand on his back and rubbing it soothingly as he only seemed to cry harder at your words. 
Dan forced himself to calm down, looking at you with pure wonder in his eyes. 
“Thank you,” he rasped, swallowing thickly, “I- I don’t know what else to say. Thank you so much, Y/N.”
“You don’t need to say anything. I’ve been there, too. Not exactly like this. But the guilt and the consequences of your actions that make you feel like the most horrible person alive. I know what that’s like and if I can help you even just a little bit with my words, then that’s enough for me,” you responded with a gentle smile on your lips.
Nodding, Danny rubbed his hands over his face to get rid of the tears.
“You helped me a lot with it,” he told you honestly. 
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A week later, Dan’s father was the one haunting him. All those painful memories, the mockery, the danger. It all came back to him, suffocating him. 
And that was when he broke.
For the first time in fifty-six days, he’s relapsed. Fifty-six days. That was all he had managed.
He had only drunk half a bottle before stopping, pouring it out in the sink and throwing it away. But the damage was done. 
Danny felt helpless and alone. Ashamed. He didn’t want to let you or Billy know. He didn’t want to ask for your help. He didn’t deserve it. 
Without thinking about it or having control over it, though, he pounded his fist into the floor repeatedly, so full of anger. He was mad at himself. He was raging. How could he have relapsed when he’d been so determined to get better?
Minutes later, somebody knocked on his door. He thought it might have been his landlord. He was supposed to be dead quiet, after all. Or just dead. That would have been so much better.
Walking over to the door on shaky legs, he opened it, ready to have his head ripped off. Instead, he found Billy and you standing in front of him with concern written all over your faces.
“Can we come in?” Billy asked, motioning inside. Dan stepped aside without saying a word, watching you two walk into his apartment in shock.
“I heard… something. Sounded like you were kinda having a breakdown or something,” you said softly, “So, I went to get Billy before I knocked on your door. Thought you could use both of us, right now.”
“What’s going on, Danno?” Billy inquired when you were done talking.
Feeling exposed, Dan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, while he attempted to work out what he was going to tell you. If anything, he only had two simple words to say. But they weren’t simple. Were they? 
Why was he so scared of telling you two that he’s relapsed when he knew that it happened to both of you several times as well?
“Dan?” you called gently, walking into his line of sight and putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. 
“I relapsed,” he whispered brokenly as he shed a tear.
Billy was on his other side, now, standing next to you. Both of you had your hands on his shoulder. Both of you looked at him with compassion and kindness. Both of you were here to help him. 
“Help,” he choked out before his knees gave out and a sob tore from his throat. 
Billy and you caught him, steadying him and gently lowering him to kneel on the floor. 
“Oh, Dan,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his temple, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Danno,” Billy said, “It happens. Happens to all of us. Y/N and me. John. Everyone in the group. You’ll just have to keep going and try again. A relapse doesn’t mean you start from the beginning. It just means you have fallen and need to get back up again. You know how to already.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Dan admitted hoarsely.
“You can. Dan, I know you can. You have the fire and determination that it takes. And you have what’s even more important than that. Willingness. You’re willing to get help. You want help. And that’s all you need, right now,” you told him firmly.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Danny nodded, “Okay.”
“That’s my man!” Billy exclaimed, “I know you’ve got this Danno. It’s one setback. You’ll get back on track in no time.”
After a couple of minutes of more encouragement, Billy left to sleep some more. He had to get up early and Dan insisted that he should go. You offered to stay, though. 
“Thank you. For everything, Y/N. I’m sorry for waking you, though. I hope I didn’t scare you,” Danny said, once you both sat down on his bed, shoulder to shoulder.
“Nothing to thank me for,” you responded, smiling, “And it’s fine. I’m just glad Billy and I could help you a bit. Say, how much did you have to drink?”
“Half a bottle of whiskey,” he whispered, feeling ashamed and exposed all over again, but it didn’t last long.
“Oh, I’ve been there, too. Sucks,” you chuckled softly, “Where’s the bottle now?”
“The liquor is down the drain. The bottle is in the trash,” he answered instantly.
“Good.”
One thing wouldn’t leave Dan alone, still. Now less than ever, while you were sitting so close to him, your shoulder touching his. 
He’s been meaning to ask you this ever since he’s met you. Something just pulled him to you.
“Y/N… I understand if you wouldn’t want to. I don’t even know why I’m asking now. Maybe it’s the liquor courage,” Dan started, giving a dry, humourless laugh, “But I was wondering if you ever wanted to go out with me?”
You turned to face him so quickly, he was worried about your neck.
“God, yes!” you exclaimed with a huge grin, “I’d love to go out with you. How about in a week’s time when you’ve managed to stay sober for seven days again, hm?”
“Is that a condition?” he asked, cautiously but with humour lacing his voice.
“No,” you said, “I thought we might do it as a celebrational dinner if it works. If it doesn’t, I’d still like to go on a date with you, then. I have faith in you, though, Danny.”
“That makes one of us,” he murmured. Then he continued louder for you to hear, “Sounds good to me. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me, too.” 
You leaned your head against his shoulder, sighing. And in turn, Dan rested his head on yours.
If you had faith in him, maybe he should start to believe in himself, too.
He could do this.
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thebeckyjolene · 1 year
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Can I Have A Dan Torrance x Reader Where They Have Been Together And Come Back From The Overlook And They Show Each Other Their Scars And Make Love And It's Fluff
Of course! I'll do it!
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Sweet Love
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Requested by the ever so awesome @micheleamidalajedi! I hope you enjoy this!
Have you ever been to Hell?
Well, my husband Dan and I survived the hell that was called the Overlook Hotel. After defeating Rose the Hat, the last surviving member of The True Knot, Dan had an injury in his leg from the axe hitting his upper leg. I was definitely limping around after being thrown down the stairs and landing really hard on my left foot and ankle.
Once we safely returned Abra home to her mom, Dan and I returned to our quaint cottage outside of town to recuperate from our injuries. I had ended up in a blue cast up half of my leg, due to finding out at the hospital that I broke my foot and sprained my ankle badly. Dan was able to get his leg taken care of and was told to take it easy.
We had some scars from our battle at the Overlook that we both earned and took like a champ. I had a real bad scar from my right temple down to my cheek. Dan had some minor scars among his face along with the smoke from the fire after trying to help me out.
'' Dan, I love you so, so much. I'm happy that we survived that hell. I love you, Mr. Torrance.'' I had told Dan before I hugged him and decided to start kissing him.
'' Y/N, I lo-'' Dan had started to say before I started kissing him deeply more and more before our make out session started getting heavier and heavier.
Before we knew it, Dan and I started to make sweet, passionate love to one another, just like it was our wedding night all over again.
Little did we know that new life was created from this night of passion, but that is for another time and place.
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Reunited
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Made for the ever so awesome, @micheleamidalajedi. This is for you, my dear!
It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation between myself and my husband, Alex. I work as a registered nurse at a hospital while Alex is still a reporter back in Edinburgh. For our wedding anniversary, we traveled to Thailand for our vacation. Until one of the most devastating events happened, the dreadful tsunami.
With my medical background, I volunteered my time to help the local hospitals and tend to the people that were affected by this natural disaster event. Of course. my heart thought of my beloved Alex, and my heart ached to be within his arms once again. Little did I know, that he was a hero in his own right, rescuing a little girl who was swept up in the water and survived the ordeal until Alex had rescued her.
I was working in the emergency room, when I heard someone shouting that someone needed help. It was Alex! He was carrying the little girl in his arms, who was clinging to Alex and not wanting to let go.
' Oh Alex! I thought that I would never see you again! Oh, I'm so happy to see you.' I cried as I embraced my husband like my life depended on it.
' It's so good to see you my love. Never ever leave me again, my dear. I could not stand to be without you a minute longer.' Alex said as he kissed me soundly before hugging me some more.
Next time, let's hope that we go somewhere where it is peaceful.
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From A Damsel to A Queen
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Looking out into Gotham Cathedral from the bridal suite, I was mentally preparing myself for the wedding between myself and Roman Sionis. We first met when I had accidentally bumped into Roman at his club, The Black Mask. I profusely apologized to him about it, and he took my many apologies. We sat around for the longest time talking about anything and everything, and including meeting Roman's right-hand man, Victor Zsasz, who I found to be quite like a brother figure to me.
From that night on, Roman and I really hit it off well. We had so many dinner dates, dates at his club, lunch dates, and anything in between. I felt myself falling for Roman more and more each day. I was truly falling in love. Then, on my 27th birthday, Roman proposed to me in front of everyone at the Black Mask Club. I accepted of course, now that I was set to become the future Mrs. Rebecca Sionis.
But today, is one of the most important days of my life. It's my wedding day and I'm marrying the love of my life. I'm literally pacing around, beginning to freak the hell out. I make my way to the door, where Victor is standing outside of.
''Victor, could you please get me Roman? I'm begging you. I'm beginning to have a meltdown and I need to at least hear his voice. Please, my dearest friend!'' I began to cry before shutting the door and walking over to the vanity to cry my eyes out.
A few moments pass, and I hear the knocking on the door. ''Come in!'' I cry out before I began to cry again. In an instant, I felt warm hands on my upper arms. It was Roman, who had a tissue in his hand for me.
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obisimpkenobi · 4 years
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Lost
Dan Torrance x Reader
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Note: This is probably one of the fluffiest things I’ve ever written
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It's no secret that you were a bit ditsy and misplaced things constantly. Everyone who has gotten to know you found that out one way or another. Whether you misplaced your keys in your bag, or if you left your glasses at home. You were always missing something, even if you didn’t know it yet.
When you first met Dan Torrance he could immediately feel the slight chaotic energy you gave off. It was a surprise to him that you were good friends with Billy, especially since Billy seemed so put together. You were all working in Teeny Town when you went to grab something from your bag. You groaned loudly, not able to find what you were looking for.
“What's wrong?” asked Billy.
“I can’t find my chapstick.” You sighed, still rummaging around your bag.
“Check the little pocket on the left.” Dan offers.
You’re brows furrow, “I never put it there, why?”
“Just a feeling.” He answers.
You turn your bag to check the pocket, and sure enough your chapstick is in there. You look back up at Dan, surprise written across your face.
You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed “H-how?”
“Just a lucky guess.” He nervously chuckles.
You wave it off, still confused but continue to do what you were first doing.
A few months into your friendship you find out about his “abilities”. You were able to connect the dots with some past experiences with him after finding out. You were able to help him cope with a lot of what he was, and has gone through with the shining. He in turn was not only a good friend, but the ultimate finder of lost things.
He didn’t realize how much of a clutz you are with your things until you started dating. You would always be missing one little thing or another. He found it endearing whenever you would go up to him asking if he knew where it was. He was the first person you would go to when something was wrong, big or small. He loved that; he loved feeling needed.
He found it cute when you lost your glasses. You would squint at the slight change of your vision, frustrated at yourself for not putting them where they usually go. He loved seeing your face scrunch as you look around, smiling in adoration. He gets up and walks to the bathroom and opens the drawer to find your glasses in there. He grabs them and makes his way over towards you.
“Honey.” He catches his attention.
You turn towards him looking at his hazy figure. He opens up your glasses and slides them onto your face, kissing your nose in the process. Your eyes close at the intimate contact, and when you open them you see him smiling at you.
“You’re adorable.”
“Stop.” You shy away from him.
He chases you lips and kisses you one more time. You smile into it, holding the back of his neck to keep him close.
The next time you lose your sweater that Dan had gifted you for your birthday one year. Dan had come to pick you up for an evening out. When he opened the door he saw how you looked almost hectic.
“What’s wrong?” He asks as he walks in.
“Remember that sweater you gave me?” You question while looking under couch cushions, and under furniture.
“Of course what about it?”
“I can’t find it. I wanted to wear it and I can’t find it.” You explain.
He chuckles at how sad you are over a sweater. “Love,” he tries to get your attention but fails. He goes to grab your arms and turn you towards him. “Love, you left it at my place. I meant to bring it but I forgot.” He chuckles.
You look up at him, eyes a little glossy from the panic you felt. “I did?”
“Yes, it was hidden under the chair cushion. Love, it’s just a sweater no need to get upset about it.” He goes to hug you, and you bury your head into his chest.
“I know, but you gave it to me. It’s the thing I snuggle into, it’s special” You mumble into him.
He chuckles a little more before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and sways you. You ended up ordering delivery that night, as he let you snuggle into him.
Danny had a surprise for you. He had told you to get dressed to accompany him on a stroll in the little town garden full of blossoming flowers. You got picked out a little sundress with your favorite type of flower printed onto it like polka dots. When you opened the door his breath was stolen for a moment. He looked at you and how the dress cut off at your soft thighs, and how the neckline was just low enough to tease him.
“Y-you look beautiful.” He stutters.
You smile bashfully, a blush forming on your cheeks as you look down. “Thanks, I see you dressed for the occasion as well.”
You reach up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek; His smile is wide, and as bright as the sun. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of your apartment, swinging your joined hands. You quickly lock the door and continue walking with a big smile plastered on your face.
The air is warm outside, the sun making everything glow with life. There was a gentle breeze blowing, making it a perfect day. Birds were singing, and some children were laughing while running around in Teeny Town. You and Dan walked side by side, hands swinging as you talked about anything and everything. The smiles on your faces never ceased and It brought a whole new feeling of warmth.
When you reach the small town garden, flowers in all types of shapes and colors swayed in the breeze. They filled the air with a sweet, earthy aroma. Dan couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you walked around, talking about whatever was on your mind. You had stopped at one of the biggest flower beds, and turned to him noticing he was quiet.
“Dan, are you ok?” You ask sweetly.
His smile widdens, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just, you left this at my place the other night.”
You look at him, brows furrowed as he reaches in his front pocket. He pulls out a dainty ring with a small diamond on it. He’s staring at your face, a hint of a smile as he presents it.
“Danny, thats not- thats not mine.” You try to tell him, anxiety bubbling in you.
He chuckles breathily and starts to kneel down on one knee, still holding your hand lightly. Your eyes start to feel watery and your hands fly to your mouth in disbelief, hiding your shock.
“(Y/n) you, you have been one of the best things that's happened to me. My biggest supporter, my best friend and I- I wish I could do more to show you how much you mean to me. I don’t know what happened in life that led me to you, but I’m damn grateful for whatever it was. Could you? Will you marry me?”
You let out a small sob into your hand at his words, feeling unbelievably loved. You start nodding your head not trusting your voice yet.
“Yes?” He breathily asks, a smile wide on his face.
“Yes!”
The second he hears you say it he stands and pulls you close into a tight hug. You hold onto him as if you're about to be blown away by a twister, and bury your head into him. He pulls back before pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. He can’t help but smile into the kiss, making you follow suit.
He pulls back again to take your left hand to slide the ring onto your finger. Your right hand covers your mouth again as you watch him slide the band on. Once it was on he looked back at your face, eyes brimming with tears. He pulls your face up and leans down to press a soft, loving kiss to your lips.
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helaintoloki · 4 years
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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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darling-i-read-it · 4 years
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A-Z NSFW With Obi-Wan Kenobi
Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader
Author’s Note: I kinda love these, they’re really easy for me to do and they’re fun to. Also I feel like I haven't written or Obi-Wan in years. 
Requested: by @starwarsprequelfangirl​, OMG !!!A-Z fluff with Dan Torrance was adorable!!!!!!!!I love it so much !!!!!please do the same for my baby obi and Roman if possible ofc (I know I am asking for a lot but I just love ur writing I cannot get enough of it!!!!❤️🥰❤️
Requested: by @ah-callie​, Unless you already have the request, could you do the NSFW and fluffy alphabet for Obi Wan please? I love the alphabet stuff people do
Summary: the requests!
Genre: smut
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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Literally the sweetest guy in the whole world, we all know he makes sure you’re alright and you both clean up and get back in bed before one of you has to sneak away and just hang out and chat
B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves the things your finger tips do to him. Just the goosebumps they can leave in their wake, he loves it more than anything
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  
Obi-Wan prefers to come on your stomach usually (can’t let those little Jedi babies going around so he's pretty careful about it)
D: Dirty Secret
His cloak is his favorite thing to tease you with and he knows exactly what he's doing when he wears it out and about with you. 
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 
Not very considering he’s a Jedi so he is learning beside you although he is quite the quick learner. 
F: Favorite Position
Obi-Wan likes to be on top and facing you so that he can see your reactions to things that he’s doing without having to guess and also you’re hot
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He can be funny in the bedroom, there is no denying it. Usually it's pretty serious but he is never very strict about staying that way. 
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Very well groomed, thumbs up babe
I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Very intimate. He loves you so much so he likes to keep you next to him and go all out for you when he can and just be so easily with you so that he doesn’t leave you wondering about his feelings
J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He used to not jack off at all, just not knowing what it was like until you and now he usually just goes to your room when he gets frustrated. 
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  
CLOAK ! Praise, which I have said for every Ewan character so far, but that too. 
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bed in the bedroom. It’s safest to do there and not get caught so it’s by default his favorite place. 
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He likes when you touch him just briefly when you’re out, when you make those looks when he’s supposed to be busy, when you wear his cloak out bonus points for the hood. 
N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn’t really like possession, he believes you’re your own person so he is usually not quite into that. 
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 
Giving for sure, he loves to be able to give you pleasure.  
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually he’s actually pretty medium pace but it can fluctuate depending on the day, round, mood etc etc. 
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  
He prefers to take it slow so they aren’t usually his thing but if you’re out on a mission alone together no promises are made that he will stick to his status quo
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  
He’s pretty lenient but he isn’t into anything elaborate usually
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)
Not a lot of rounds just due to experience sake but there are some nights where you go all night
T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
No, not really. If anyone saw him buying them well...yeah so not usually
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Obi-Wan will tease you but not every time. He likes to save it so it’s like extra bad when he does end up doing it. 
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Obi-Wan has to be pretty quiet because no one can hear you but in the dead of night the grunts can usually be heard
W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)
He has a thing for your cloak as well, which is your mutual guilty pleasure not that you’re quite aware of it yet
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) 
Good, average, pretty good though
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It isn’t terribly high but it’s pretty decent and normal for the both of you
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Obi-Wan can’t really afford to fall asleep because of the fact one of you needs to leave usually but on those rare nights he stays, very very quickly. 
Obi-Wan: @fic-e-veryone​ @onebatch--twobatch​
Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing​, @satanslov3r​ @records-and-stardust​ @broodybats​ @starwarsprequelfangirl @ah-callie @rai-strangebr​ @whyisgmora​ @fandxmnerd​ @ewanfuckingmcgregor​ @peterpstuff​ @stardancerluv​
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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years
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Drink Takes the Man / Danny Torrance Imagine
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Request: Can I request a Danny Torrance x Reader where reader has the shining and goes with Danny back to the overlook and ends up being the one chased by Danny when he is possessed and has to try to get through to him please 🥰 Thanks so much love! 
Of course love, this honestly hit me right in the feels
Comments are much appreciated!
The wind was howling. That’s all he could remember now. The day his dad died, the wind was howling.
The snow outside the Overlook was picking up against the maze in drifts, blinding the night with ice white dust. You ran, ran away from the stairs, from the monsters. You tried to get that image out of your head, your footsteps matching the ones he left in the snow, in the darkness, all those years ago.
Trees, posts, statues loomed in your vision outside the large bay windows, then vanished, swallowed in white.
The floor was tiled with fine beige marble, which made every step of your heel echo off the empty chambers. A chandelier loomed over your head as you stumbled past, knocking against the edge of a sofa that filled your lungs with dust.
‘Are you ready to take your medicine, Y/n?’
You clamp your hands over your ears, letting your shine reach out a little to try and locate your Danny. He was still in the great hall. That was good. There was still time.
But not much.
You tried to remember your way in this labyrinth, the corridors seeming to twist and turn and change direction every time you turned their corners. It was as if it was laughing at you, the hotel. Every bronze fire extinguisher, every peeled piece of wallpaper, every off white room you passed. The little toy train set that still lay abandoned on the floor, a thick layer of grime over its charcoal wheels.
Until you reached it. Room 237. You left the door shaking as you ran in, not looking back as the walls began to thud with the rhythm of the axe’s handle. It's wooden handle was rough through bad manufacturing. It gave off a horrible woody metal smell, a lingering of copper on the edge of it’s blade, but boy, if it didn’t feel good in Jack Danny Torrance’s hand.
‘You can’t run from me!’
Nature had come back to reclaim what was hers, spreading her spiny fingers on the wall. Here grew life, on the edge of this mountain. Moss on the dampness of this fine wallpaper. Seeds had drifted down from the world above them, and there were patches of water on the carpet, some a little deeper then others and the gutter had been clogged with human blood and rain. This now empty hotel was a ruin, but it was still haunting in so many other ways. Nothing had changed, it was just under different management.
You wouldn’t allow it to be your Danny.
The putrid green and purple circular carpet of Room 237 is maksed only by the stale mint green of the bathroom that beckons you forward. You walk past the lavender armchair, past the bed, your hand stopping inches away from the doorknob.
You couldn’t take your eyes away from the pointed finger the water was racing away from.
All you could see was an inhuman figure sitting there. Her head was cocked slightly to the right and her back was crooked, with red, thick zig zags crawling across her eyes like worms. Her eyes clamped onto you, never looking away. It just sat still, watching silently. Not that it could speak, for her mouth was torn, creating an unnatural smile that smeared across her face. Small black stitches stapled the mouth attempting to keep it shut, however blood continued pouring out through the tangled veins.
It feels like someone’s whispering in your mind, poking around.
You slam the door shut, not hearing another one open. You didn’t hear a door open and shut, its creaking noise bringing a chill to your spine you didn’t feel. It sounded like some dying animal, crying out its pain and sorrow with its last breath.  
Gasping, you spin around, reaching out just in time to stop an axe head from landing in the midst of your skull.
Danny stands in front of you, his face twisted in absolute pain as his hands shake within yours. His face came into focus like an object looked at through a telescope, but this blur was close, very close. At first his whisper was like the soft blow of the wind in the trees, then as the ghost became more clear, more sharply focused, the whisper became an eerily familiar voice.
‘Are you ready for your medicine?’
‘Danny, listen to me. This is not you. You are not your father.’
‘I told you. I told you, the man takes a drink, but the drink also takes the man. This was always how it was supposed to be.’
‘But that’s not true, is it? You’re just a mask. A false face.’
Danny is in so much pain his complexion is ashen. His skin has sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scares you just to look at him, but his eyes. There’s something still swirling in those blue eyes of his. Hope.
His left eye twitches as you dig further into his thumb.
‘You’re Dan Torrance. You’re like me, you shine. You used to live here, sure, but that’s not all you are. You and Wendy, your mum, moved away to Florida, remember? You never wanted to see the snow again. She would let me travel to see you, and we’d sit by the pier, and you would tell me about the scary lady in the bathtub while I just held your hand, because you were so scared. You were so young, and it wasn’t fair. But you’re not scared anymore. You’re smart. And you, false face, have been stupid. You haven’t been paying attention, and now...now I think you should run, before the boilers don’t give you a chance.’
The hands that once reassured you started to shake in your grasp as the axe dropped down by your toes, but you clutched at his weary fingers anyway, letting the warmth and softness of your own hands let him know you were there, that you were alright and that you didn't leave him alone at the end. In a voice usually reserved for children, you told him the tale you had always used to distract him when you were younger. As the story unfolded his breathing would stop for a time and then start again, gasping, and as his tears rained down his hand grew cold. His fires had been extinguished.
‘You were supposed to run.’
‘I’m not going anywhere without you.’
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ahsokadrabbles · 4 years
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𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 [dan torrance x reader]
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request: First off I love your writing and hope you're doing well :) I was wondering if you could do a Dan Torrance x reader(f) where his shine is drawn to her for some reason-u can pick why- and how they connect through that. Like maybe he could talk to her in her thoughts and what their dynamic would be like together. Thank u! Hope it's not too complicated. -i had a lot of fun writing this request, thank you anon! <3
warnings: age gaps and lots of fluff!!
word count: 2,091
Dan Torrance was passionate about his job at the local retirement home. It was there that he discovered he enjoyed helping people. It also gave him a way to use his shine for good and because of that, he earned the nickname Doctor Sleep from the patients. For the first time in a while, Dan felt purpose, he felt needed. He didn't think anything could make his job better, but that was before you showed up to be the new receptionist. You were one of the youngest employees and had just graduated high school. You were sweet and polite and maybe one of the most beautiful girls Dan had ever seen, but he couldn't say a word to you. He knew that you were all too young for him and worried that you'd turn your nose up at him if he even said a word to you. But what if he could speak to you without showing his face? Dan tried to use his shine at a minimum, but this situation seemed like an exception.
Dan peered around the corner and into the main entryway where you sat at your desk with Azzie the cat in your lap, peacefully stroking his white fur. It was a slow day at the home with very few visitors so you figured it called for a break. "Who's a good kitty?" You cooed, throwing the cat over your shoulder like a rag doll. Azzie caught a glimpse of Dan in the doorway and skirted off to your dismay. Dan slunk around the corner as he quietly cursed the cat for nearly blowing his cover. He realized that it was now or never, he had to say something. He swallowed hard and then deeply concentrated, letting himself enter your mind. "Hey," You lifted up your head, expecting to see a guest at the door, but no one was there. "Hello?" You called out, scanning the space around you. "Please don't freak out-" The same voice said, causing you to now stand up from your seat. "What the hell?" "My name is, Dan. You don't really know me, but-" "Where are you exactly?" You questioned, stood in the middle of the room as stumped as could be. "In your head I guess?" Dan poorly explained. "I'm losing it aren't I?"  "You're not crazy, I promise." You pinched yourself, feeling as if you were trapped in some weird dream, but you could still feel the sting of pain. "If you're in my head, can you see my memories?" You tested. "If I tried, yeah." "Say something no one would know about me."
Dan obliged and began his trek down the long hallway of your mind. The last time he had done this was long ago, but he found it funny how everyone's mind looked so different. Your mind was a massive library with towering shelves made of polished oak, your memories were written in leather-bound diaries that smelt like dust with a hint of your perfume. Dan picked up one of the diaries and flipped the pages in search of your most specific memory. "In middle school, everyone made fun of you for still having stuffed animals at the foot of your bed. It hurt you a lot, but you couldn't bear to get rid of them and you still have them now."  You swallowed the golf ball-sized lump in your throat as you anxiously twiddled your fingers. "Where did I start to hide them when my friends came over?" You asked. Dan was quiet for a moment as he scanned the cream-colored page for an answer. "You pulled back the paneling in your closet and shoved them back there." He replied. "Your mom pitched a fit when she found out that you had torn up your closet, but when she discovered why she felt sorry for you."
You used the heel of your hand to wipe a stray tear as you let out a dry laugh. You hadn't thought about that in so long. You could picture your stuffed animals at the foot of your bed back in your apartment, you really did still have them. "How can you do this?" You puzzled, sitting back down in your chair. "I always called it the shining. It's like being a psychic."  "Are you a ghost?" You innocently asked, earning a chuckle from Dan. "Not since the last time I checked." He wittily replied. "Can you see me?" You further questioned. Dan paused and carefully thought out his next move. You didn't know who he was so technically he could say whatever he wanted. "I see a very beautiful girl behind a desk."  You felt your face heat up as you smiled softly down at the floor. You didn't even know who this man was, why was he making you feel this way? "I-I should get  back to work." You stammered. "Will you talk to me again sometime? It's nice having some company around here, it gets too quiet." "Of course," Dan replied as he smiled to himself.
After a few months of talking, Dan realized why his shine had been attracted to you in the first place; you were lonely. He could already sense this about you, but he saw the full extent of your loneliness when he caught you crying one night. "You okay?" He asked, in his mind, he was projected at the foot of your bed. "Yeah," You sniffed, aggressively rubbing at your eyes which only smeared your makeup worse. "You don't look fine."  "I don't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing." "Y/N, you know you can trust me. My job is to be here for you and I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on."  "I just feel really alone." You simply put it. "All I have is you. Everyone else I've ever known is out doing something with their lives or has just left me behind. This is gonna sound selfish, but nothing feels like enough anymore." "That's not selfish, Y/N. I know how you feel." Dan solemnly replied. Suddenly, a wave of guilt struck him deep. He had been there for you all of this time, but not psychically there. He felt like a coward because he was watching you break down and fall apart when he could probably walk to your apartment and fully be there for you. "What time do you go to work today?" "I almost forgot!" You groaned, turning your head to glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. "I've got to be ready in an hour. I should really get going." "Alright, have a good day. Don't be afraid to reach out if you need me." Dan added. "Um, before you go-" You quickly said. "I love you." Dan froze in shock at the words that left your mouth. You had said the three words he had been dying to say to you. "I love you too, Y/N."
You had managed to collect yourself after your pity party and successfully made it to work. Your chest was filled with butterflies after the earlier events you had with Dan. You couldn't believe that you had said you loved him. You had never even seen his face before, but your affection for him was growing harder to hold back. Truthfully; you didn't regret a thing. You spent the first few hours of your shift smiling to yourself and organizing paperwork and suddenly you found yourself on cloud nine. He said I love you back! Maybe you weren't so alone after all. While you swooned over your somewhat secret admirer, Dan paced back and forth down the hall with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Earlier that day he had built up the courage to reveal his identity to you, but that courage got watered down with the passing hours.  "What do you think I should do, Azzie?" Dan asked, crouching down to rub the head of the cat that had been weaving between his legs. The cat purred in reply and stared up at Dan with striking blue eyes. "I bet you're telling me not to be such a coward, huh?" He chuckled as he came up out of his crouched position. "Let's go woo the girl, kitty."
"How's work?" You heard Dan's voice say. You made note of how he sounded a lot less echoey than he normally did, but you brushed it off and figured that it must've been some sort of telekinetic interference that you wouldn't understand. "It's fine." You sighed. "I'm feeling a lot better after talking to you. You were right about-" You lifted your head to look forward as a man's shadow cast itself across your desk. "Hi! how can I help you?" You kindly asked, admiring the handsome smile on his weathered face. You'd seen him around before and recognized him as one of the nurses. You figured he just needed some paperwork or something like that. "It's a lot easier to talk to you in your head." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Dan?" You nearly choked as you shot up out of your chair. "In the flesh." He grinned. You ran out from behind your desk and wrapped him up in a tight hug that nearly knocked him off his feet. "I can't believe it's you!" You exclaimed as you tucked your head beneath his chin. "You've been here with me all this time?" "Yes, and I wish I could make it all up to you. I feel like I've been playing you." Dan explained as he sunk deep into your touch.  He hadn't been hugged in so long, it felt even better than he remembered. "You have nothing to make up for. I just want to know why you kept yourself from me for so long." You said.
You were still holding onto him as if he'd disappear if you let go. He was so warm and soft and he smelt like nice aftershave.  "Let's just say I didn't expect this reaction," Dan replied as you slipped out of his arms and sat on the edge of your desk. Once you got situated, you pulled him over by his hands so he was stood in front of you. "I thought I would come off as some creep because I'm so much older than you. The last thing I would want is to scare you away." "Well, you already scared me pretty bad you started talking to me in my head!" You giggled. "Why would I be bothered by the fact that you're older than me?" You knew what point he was trying to get at, but you wanted to hear it come from his own mouth.  Dan was furiously blushing at this point as his blue eyes shifted to the linoleum floor beneath him. "Doesn't this drive the point home?" He nervously replied as he held up his bouquet of flowers. "You wanted to give these to me because..?" You drawled out, fighting back your smile. "Because I love you." Dan grinned, setting the flowers down beside your thigh. "I love you too, Danny." You hummed, contently smiling up at him.  "Are you free for dinner tonight?" He asked as you held your flowers flush against your chest. "Yes!" You exclaimed as you pulled him into a hug again. "I can't wait!" "Neither can I," Dan replied, hesitantly stroking your face with the back of his hand. "Kiss me?" You softly asked, looking up at him with those sweet, wide eyes. "How could I say no to that?"
You giggled as he pressed his lips against yours and cradled your jaw in his rough hands. You followed suit and wrapped your arms around his neck.  The kiss came to an end after a loud crash cut through the air and the two of you looked over to see nearly everything pushed off of your desk, including the flowers, with Azzie stood in the middle of it all looking as guilty as ever. "Azzie!" Dan scolded, kneeling down to retrieve your fallen paperwork and flowers. "I think Azzie is telling us to get back to work." You teased, resting your hand on the small of Dan's back. "I can take it from here, you should head back before you get in trouble." "I'll pick you up at six o'clock?" Dan said, looking up at you from the mess on the floor. "Perfect." You answered before placing a kiss on his stubbly cheek.
You found it funny how the person you needed most was just down the hall.
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merci-bitch · 4 years
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The Shiny Disappearing Blood.
Rose The Hat x Fem!Reader
Genre: drama/angst
Words: almost 4k
Warning(s): angst, drama, fluff, swearing, blood
A/N: I wanna thank @kileyrose-2003 for helping me with this so much. It’s shorter then I thought it would be but I’m proud of it! I wanna thank @kileyrose-2003 & @shart-xing for being my good friends and for helping me through everything I’m going through lately. I owe you both so much. I couldn’t thank you enough.
Thank you all for being patient with me and for wishing me ‘ger well soon’. It really warms my heart. I love you all very much.
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The feeling of a sharp sting and then something, forcing its way into the back of my neck was the last thing I thought about before everything went cold, and even more dark then it was before. I felt my whole body going limp and weaker as time grew. I guess it was from whatever that was pushed into the back of my neck. Despite this, my eyes falling shut I could still hear and some what feel. I felt someone turn me over, lifting me up into their arms. It seemed all to familiar. I felt my body bounce with each step this person took and soon how the wind filled my hair and a bunch of shivers were sent throughout my body, but I couldn’t move. I felt as if my whole body was starting to cramp, how everything went stiff and I couldn’t do anything about it. 
Soon enough I felt my body being lowered into something, or rather on to something. The trunk of a car. Sometimes the back of a car would have a rather large space like Crow Daddy’s. But not this one. It was small and low. I felt myself panic, I couldn’t handle small spaces. This wasn’t really something I was fond of. If this was some sort of prank Barry or Doug was pulling on me, I swear to god that I would kill them with my bare hands. If Rose hadn’t gotten there before me. A bunch of things were starting to flow in my thoughts. My anxiety level raising by every minute that went by. I kept telling myself that it had to be Barry. It had to be! But the feeling of being in his arms were far too familiar. And the smell, the smell of alcohol. 
***
“Danny! This isn’t fun anymore! You said you’d stop!”
 I said as I threw my hands in the air. Seeing as Danny walked towards the door, with my valet in hand. For as long as I’d know Dan Torrance, he had, had a alcohol problem. Taking it after his father as he said. As much as I tried to help him stop drinking or doing drugs of any kind it didn’t work. I had told him so many times how he wasn’t his father. How he wasn’t Jack Torrance. That he was the man I loved and who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. How I wouldn’t mind spending all of my money, just for him to get help. Sure it worked for a week or so but then he was back to his ‘usual’ self again. It scared me to be honest. I wasn’t scared that he would hit me because it didn’t matter how drunk he was, Danny would never hit me; rather said a woman. It was more his words. I always tried to hide how I was feeling from him. Sure, I loved him but they always say that a drunk mouth is one’s sober thoughts. Every time I would think about it, what he’d say I would always end up crying. Holding myself close, scared of anyone’s touch. 
Danny was special. Not just any normal special person but he shined. So did I, but not as strong as he did. I always wanted Danny to teach me, how to control one’s shine but he never did. He said that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to but because of the people who ate other people’s shine. I never understood when he said that. People who wanted to eat our shine? People like that didn’t exist, did they? I had never seen them, or even heard of them. So why should people like that exist? 
“What I do is none of your business Y/N.” How dare he? “It is Danny! I’m your girlfriend and that’s my money your using to get yourself drunk!” I could see how Danny’s temper was boiling. “I’m trying to help you! I’ve stayed for years for you! Because I love you Dan! I sacrificed everything I had and have because I love you!” All of a sudden Dan started walking towards, backing me up against the nearest wall and his hand wrapped itself around my throat, squeezing lightly. I was in complete shock. Danny has never laid a hand on me, unless I wanted it of course. His grip around my throat grew stronger and less air was transferred to my lungs. Panic started to raise in my eyes. Less air was transported to my body and I felt my vision turning dark. 
“D-Danny, I-I can’t breathe” 
He’s grip around my throat loosened. I felt my knees buck and how my legs lost their strength. As I fell to the ground, gripping and scratching my throat for the new air filling my lungs, Danny slowly backed away and soon enough he was out the door.
It couldn’t be true, tell me it was all a lie. That I had been lied to. What the hell did I do? You’ve never been the type to do this. Maybe you would take this back, saying you were trying to make me laugh. We didn’t have to change today, but maybe you didn’t mean it when you said ‘I love you’. I love you, but now I don’t want to. 
I was up all night, two pairs of red, puffy eyes. I wish I knew how to fly, how to fly away from here. To a place where I wasn’t in love with the wrong kind. Where I learned how to put my trust in the right people. Maybe I just try and tell myself a good lie. I didn’t mean to make you mad, or cry Dan. I’ve noticed your smile lately. It wasn’t the same as the days we were living like it was the last day on earth. It didn’t ‘shine’ as it did once before. I love you, and I don’t want to. The fact that the smile you gave me even if you felt like dying was still real. But it feels as if we’ve fallen apart as it gets dark. As if we show a fake side of us to others but when we’re alone, there’s wasn’t anything there anymore. As if our whole lives had been one big lie to society. As if we’ve never existed at all. As if we hadn’t been that couple. The couple who loved each other. Who believed in each other, not matter what was going on. The couple who had each other’s backs. They always say, you shouldn’t take everything in life for granted and expect to have everything delivered to your door. I guess I thought that way. 
I felt my own tears fall down my cheeks. Not noticing anything around me. My body slowly lowered itself down onto the floor. My tears blocking my vision. My vision of seeing every little thing inside his home. Our home. A home I had grown used to for the past 3 years. Despite the mentally abuse, it was the best home I’d ever had. It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think. The things I’d say just might actually matter to someone. Cause all of this time I had been keeping my mind on the running way. For the first time, I think I’d consider to stay again. 
Because you matter to me, you matter to me Dan. I promise you. 
***
After some time of driving the car stopped. I hadn’t really gained any consciousness. My body was still weak, but to be honest I couldn’t really care. I know it seemed harsh to say and it hurt as I said it. Dying was the last thing I would like to do. After everything I’ve been through, you would think that dying was the only thing on my mind. It wasn’t, or at least I tried. I wasn’t as strong as I wished I was. All the thoughts about how a woman was supposed to look like or act like, I wasn’t anything like that. 
From an early age I had never been a fond of myself. Never liked the way I talked, the way I walked or the way that I looked like. I would always get jealous of other girls. The girls with the perfect hair, the perfect laugh, voice, body everything! I was hard on myself, forcing myself to someone I wasn’t. I was missing out who I really was. I had all these feelings mixed up inside my head. Refusing to believe that I was good enough as I was. Refusing to believe that people loved me for who I was. Refusing to believe I could be someone if I was myself. I was good, but I lied. Lied about how I was feeling, lying about my smile and thoughts. I was broken, but I didn’t ask for help. Because I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to ask or even take the help people would give me. I tried so hard to change myself so everyone would love me. But there was always whispers, always people who would point and comment on everything. I was never good enough. No one really is. I learned that I wasn’t the attention sweet center. That no matter how much I tried, there would always be someone who would whisper and point. There was always someone who would comment. There was always someone who wasn’t born to love you, but to hate you. 
No matter how much we try, we can never be the best. Even if someone says you’re the best, you’re not. We are all good at something, but not everything. There’s always something that we know how to do and feel secure about but there’s also something that we don’t know how to do. Something we aren’t good at. Just like we all have bad days. We all have days were everything is just pure shit and how we don’t feel as if we’re going to make it till the next day. We all have days like that, no matter what people tell you. Maybe they just don’t wanna say it because of how ashamed they are of themselves. Something you never should have to be. 
Over the years I learned how to grow fond of myself. How I learned to realize that not everyone was born to love you, how not everyone will like you. Doesn’t matter how much you change yourself for others. There will always be that little devil on your left shoulder, whispering a bunch of things to you. We can’t get rip of that, but we can learn to ignore it. Learn how to think out of it. Our head is like a ballon. The more air you breathe in, the less space there is. If you don’t let out any of that air, eventually it will explode. Our head will explode because there simply isn’t enough space to keep everything in to ourselves. We all get hurt, but we learn how to toughen up when we’re bruised. And if I’m honest, for all I’ve been through; I would give everything just to go back and rewrite an ending or two. Or just to tell myself that everything will be alright. How we just have to fight for it. How we have to work for the life we want, how to ignore that little devil on your shoulder. 
I felt my body being lifted once again. I was getting more aware of what was happening but I wasn’t moving. If there’s was one thing Rose taught me it was this. 
“If anyone decides to take you away from me, which I highly doubt but if they do. Play along. Don’t fight until you get to the right moment. Otherwise it could cost your pretty life, my dear”
Her voice echoed inside my head. I was scared. I missed her and the others. I had realized as the time grew that it wasn’t Barry who was playing a prank on me. I wanted to reach our to Rose, tell her to come and get me, to save me. But I couldn’t. My head fell against the person carrying me ’s chest. Their grip around me tightened, as if they were scared I would fall front their arms. The kind of grip you have around your lover, or at least the person you care for. Memories started flowing in, like the first time I meet Rose. My superhero. Sounds cheesy right? Rose always said that I had a dry sense of humor. I always faked being offended. 
My first time meeting Rose was odd. It wasn’t a normal meeting. I woke up alone and there she was. Sitting in the corner, watching me sleep. 
***
I woke up after crying myself to sleep, hoping to find Danny next to me. I was wrong once again. He wasn’t there. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had done so much for him! And this is how he repays me? I reached out for his pillow and pulled it close, letting out a sob as I smelled his sense. Hoping he would come in the door, saying he was sorry. Pull me in his arms and just hold me, tell me he loved me. 
“I’m sorry sweetie, but it’s not gonna happen” 
I felt my eyes go wide. I turned my sight to the woman sitting in the chair in the corner next to the window which was apparently open. “You deserve so much Y/N, I can give you so much more then Danny boy here.” I couldn’t speak. Who was she and how the hell did she know my name? How did she get in? Oh right, the window. 
“I can show you the world Y/N. Give you love and care. Let alone give you a family who loves you. You don’t deserve to be treated like the way he treats you. You’re my fallen angel, my sweet thing” 
Her fallen angel? Is she calling me her devil or what the hell. And she’s quoting Aladdin as well? Where’s the flying carpet then?  
“I-I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you’re here or how you even got in I-“ 
“You might not know who I am, but I know who you are. I know you’ve been suffering. I’ve seen it for weeks. The way he speaks to you, the way he choked you”
My eyes went wide and my hands automatically went to my throat were there was bruises left from his hands. H-how did she know. No one knew. 
“Yes, it’s quite the nasty bruise you’ve got there, isn’t it sweetie?” 
“What do you want”
“You”
I couldn’t help but let out a snort. I wasn’t just someone who would leave with some stranger just because they thought I was their ‘fallen angel’. I barely knew the woman! She was weird looking. Wearing what looked like a magicians hat. She didn’t look magical. Her eyes however, spoke their own story. I refused to look her in the eye. Scared she could read my thoughts. 
(I can sweet thing.)
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Danny had said that there weren’t many people like us. He had just talked about the people who ‘eat’ our shine. I was caught off guard as the woman in the corner let out a laugh. She got up from sitting and damn, she was taller then I thought. Definitely taller them myself. Why do everyone have to be taller then I? “Because you’re cute as a shorty” The woman said as she sat down next to me in the bed. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. Leaning my chin on my knees as I watched her movements. She moved closer to me and leant close to me. Giving me a small smile. As my mother would have said, a cute smile. I didn’t move away from her. Normally I would, anyone who touched was shrugged off. But she wasn’t. There was something about her that I just couldn’t figure out. 
“I’m Rose or as my very best friends call me, Rose The Hat” 
Rose. Like the flower. She nodded her head as she slowly took ahold of my hand, squeezing it lightly. I was shocked at the warmth it gave. I quickly reached out for her other hand and pulled it to me. She let out a quick chuckle. “What, your warm” Rose pulled me into her arms and left a kiss on my forehead. Wrapping her arms around me. I couldn’t help but relax. She was so warm! I had been freezing for hours. Even when Dan was here, he didn’t give the warmth you would like. She smelled like a mixture of smoke and roses. I couldn’t help but feel safe in her arms. The feeling of being loved and the thought of finally having a family was all I ever wanted. I slowly wrapped my arms around her neck, after crawling into her lap. Her arms wrapped safely around my waist, holding me close to her chest. 
“C-can you keep me safe?”
She looked into my eyes before giving me a reassuring smile. 
“Always my sweet. Always”
***
They stopped walking and I felt my body being lowered onto the cold and wet ground. I was now fully aware of what was happening. I heard voices, not inside my head but outside. 
“What are we gonna do with her Dan? Don’t you think the others would have found by now that she’s missing?” 
“I don’t know Billy. I just can’t bare to let her be there, with them - with her!” 
I knew that voice better then anything. Danny. The other one I didn’t recognize. It was now or never. I got up and pushed Danny to the ground and ran. I didn’t know where I was but I couldn’t care. I heard a gun go off and soon the feeling of everything stopping for a moment. I felt a sharp pain in my lower stomach. I looked down and saw how blood was burning out of me. I fell to the ground and fell face first into the wet and dirty leafs. 
That’s when I heard it. A scream inside my head. It wasn’t just any scream, it was hers. Rose’s scream. I saw it before me. How she was sitting quietly with the others around the fire. Then all of a sudden her face turned pale and tears formed her eyes. Yelling at at Crow to go check on me. He did but I wasn’t there. That’d when she fell to the ground, letting out a painful scream. Grabbing the ground, burring her face in the ground as she let out various of sobs. 
I felt my body being turn over and there he was. Danny Torrance. He had a knife in hand. Pointing it at me while looking down at me with tears in his eyes. 
“I-I have to do this Y/N. I can’t let you be one of them” 
I couldn’t form words, I couldn’t even scream when he started stabbing the knife into my shoulders, stomach, everywhere. The only thing I heard was his sobs and Rose’s screams of terror. 
After some time I felt my body being rolled and pushed of a hill, landing near by a lake. Faced down with my head and how the blood was pouring out of me with force. As much as I tried to reach to Danny or Rose, I couldn’t do it. I was too weak. I felt my whole body starting to shut down and grown cold as time went by. I was crying silent tears. I didn’t want to die, I had finally got a family who loved me, I wasn’t ready to leave. I didn’t want to leave. Soon enough I felt a hand pet my hair. I was took weak to move but I recognized the sent. Rose. I couldn’t form any words by speaking. I was trembling and crying too much. 
(R-Rose, I-I don’t w-want to die)
(It’s alright sweetie. We are on our way)
(I-I can’t. I feel t-tired Rose)
(Keep your eyes open for me Y/N. You have to do that)
(I-I can’t much l-longer)
(Sweetheart, please. For me?)
The last thing I heard was another terrifying scream from Rose. How her hands pulled me close, rocking my dead body back and forth. I wished I could have stayed with her. My own superhero. 
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stardancerluv · 3 years
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Unlikely Delights
Part 9
Summary: Christmas is getting closer for reader and Dan.
Note: had to use a gif of Oliver to help with a portion this chapter!
Dan closed the trunk and rested the axe on his shoulder. Coming over to your side of the car, he opened the door and offered you a hand, when you took it he gave you a gentle squeeze.
Your eyes twinkled as you looked around. “Billy told you about this place?”
He nodded. “Yeah. They grow these trees specially in sections for the Christmas season.”
“Oh, that is nice I wouldn’t want to be cutting down trees that could of been the home of some animal.” You rubbed your arms and stamped your booted feet.
He drew near, pulling you close. “My sweet, sweet girl.”
“I am.” You beamed and nuzzled his nose with yours. “And you, you make me so happy.”
Dan flushed. “I feel the same way.” He caressed your cheek. “Alright, let’s go pick our tree.”
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You interlaced your fingers with Dan’s as you walked through the snowy landscape. Perhaps your outfit had been a little too cute for what you two had planned for today, but when you saw it you just had to wear it.
Happily you glanced over at him, both shared a smiled. That smile even after all these months gave you butterflies.
“Honey, that dress is lovely on you.” Dan assured you.
You blushed. “So glad you think so.” You looked over at him shyly. “I wore it for you.”
You could feel as his eyes moved over you. “I am very lucky.”
You could feel hear raise in your cheeks. Looking ahead was when you saw it. “Dan, look!” You pointed. “That’s our tree.”
You both walked the more steps over to it. Letting go of Dan’s hand, you ran the few steps over and looked at it. “Yes. This is it.”
“Alright, lets take a look at it.”
*****
Together you carried the tree back to Dan’s car. You rubbed your gloves together as you watcher him managed to place it into trunk of his car.
Once done, his look of accomplishment and happiness and just made you go and hug him.
“Dan, we’re one step closer to an amazing Christmas.” You smiled up at him.
“You’re bringing the magic out in it for me.”
“I’m so glad.”
Your eyes met followed by your lips next. You heart raced hard in your chest. “My special girl.” He smiled at you and brushed some hair from your face.
******
You leaned against Billy, so what do you think? Maybe a little more to the right?”
Dan was laying on the floor adjusting the tree and the stand it now stood in.
Billy scratched the back of his head. “I was going to say the left, actually.” He gave you a sideways glance.
You grimaced, “Maybe try both?”
You caught Dan rolling his eyes and it made you smile. “Here’s a little more left.”
You looked at Billy. “Oh, oh! Stop that’s perfect.”
He nodded and smiled. “I know my angles.”
You nudged him and he chuckled.
“Oh! Perfect timing.” You went over to where Dan kept a small burner for coffee and such. You went over and poured two some hot chocolates.
Dan was brushing his hands on his jeans when you came over. “I hope you like it. It’s a family recipe.” You beamed.
“I’m sure I will.” He wrapped both hands around the mug.
Then you went over and gave Billy his mug. “Enjoy.”
He winked. “I know I will.”
Going over you finally poured yourself one. Turning, you just stood there and watched the two. Your heart squeezed watching Dan’s easy smile, how he scratched his beard before taking a sip from his mug and he nodded to whatever Billy was say.
Coming over, you stood close to Dan. “Y/N, I was just saying to Dan we can all bring a plus one the Christmas party. You will be able to come right, classes will be done by then?”
You thought about it and nodded. “Yes, my last one is actually the day before.”
Billy smiled that always radiated such warmth that even when you barely knew made you feel comfortable when you happen to stop by to catch Dan. He was a good guy.
“Wonderful! It wouldn’t be the same without you.” He replied. “Now since the tree is up are we going to head off the diner for dinner or what?”
******
“I forgot, I have a meeting in the morning.” Billy looked at him then over at you and back to him. “You two enjoy that brownie sundae.” He smiled.
Dan knew that look that Billy was giving him. “Sure, Billy have a good meeting.”
“Bye Billy.” You smiled. A little later you rested your head for a moment on Dan’s shoulder. “You would think he’d come up with better excuses to give us private time.”
He turned and kissed the top of your head. “It’s just his way.”
“Yeah.” You nodded.
Moments, later the brownie sundae slid in front of the two of you. “Enjoy.” Marcy said warmly before walking away. You squeezed Dan’s thigh. “This looks so good.”
“Almost as good as you looked today.”
You flushed. “The sweater dress was too much?” You wondered when he would finally say something.
He grabbed his spoon. “At first, I was worried you were going to be too cold. Then I was worried,” He leaned in close. “I would be taking you somewhere in the middle of the forest.” Taking a spoonful he sat back up.
Your mouth dropped open, you blinked. He chuckled around his spoon.
“Well then why didn’t you?” Two could play at this game.
He paused and just looked at you.
You leaned against him a little. “There were plenty of trees to take me against.” You took a spoonful. “Or your back seat.”
*****
Taking your hand he gently pulled you into an ally not far from the boarding house. He pulled you close. “I couldn’t wait to kiss you.” Dan breathed, smiling as your fingers ran through his hair.
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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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littleoddwriter · 3 years
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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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mad4thehat-rose · 4 years
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........BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL - PART 1........
Rose the Hat x Female Reader / Dan Torrance x Female Reader.
A/N: Just the first part of a short story I wrote for myself, but finally, decided to post.
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It is a dark, cold night. After having a strong fight with Rose, you decide that you have had enough of her shit, so you shut the door on your way out, making every corner of the RV tremble.
You remain still for a moment, feeling your heart pounding hard in your chest.
As you are walking away, something invade your thoughts
(Well, if that's what you want, leave. But don't you dare to come back! Never again! ).
Those words only make your hate for the place grow and what's more, make you hate her.
(That's fine! 'Cause I don't want to see your face no more!).
You had had lots of what can be called "disagreements" with Rose since she turned you, but they had always ended with both of you sharing her bed and regretting every word. This time is different.
Although you have mixed feelings, you decide that it is for the best.
After walking what it seems like an eternity through the dark forest, you reach the road.
Your hands and feet are sore as a consequence of the freezing breeze. You start to wish being back at the Earth Cruiser, just to feel Rose's warm embrace, when the sound of a car getting closer gets you back to reality.
The car begins to slow down and you can see a very handsome man staring at you as he rolls down the window.
"Are you ok? It's too cold and dangerous for a girl like you to be walking alone" "Can I take you somewhere?"
Although you have just met the man, you have the feeling that he is trustworthy (and from your experience and your steam, you know you can confide in your own instincts) so you say "I'm not that ok and honestly, I have no place to go" As the words leave your mouth, you feel tears running through your face, you had tried to contain them, but failed.
"It's ok, don't cry. You can spend the night with me if you want, so you don't freeze to death here".
Once in the car, he gives you an old blanket and some tissues.
" It's not much, but at least it will keep you warm"
"Thank you Mr..."
"You can call me Dan, Dan Torrance" "So, what's your name?"
"Y/N"
"That's a beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl"
You thank God for being in the dark because you can't stop yourself from blushing.
............
Dan's house (if you can call it that) consist of a single room and a tiny bathroom, but at your circumstances it is more than enough.
"So, are you going to tell me what on earth were you doing out there in the middle of nowhere?"
You feel a pain in your chest as you think of Rose and the dark look in her eyes. She hadn't looked at you like that, ever. That was the look she gave to her enemies only.
"Is she your best friend or...?"
"What...?!"
(Sorry I didn't mean to read your mind)
" Are you steamy too?"
"Steamy? I've always called it the shining"
"The shining? I love that name!"
" And... going back to the woman... with the hat..."
(Sorry I am trying, but I can't help it!)
(I know)
"Rose" You said "She isn't... Wasn't my best friend. More like the love of my life" "But it's all over now, I don't wanna talk about her anymore"
"Ok" He gives you the brightest smile and for the first time in a long time, the name Rose is completely erased from your mind.
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kileyrose-2003 · 4 years
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Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader Pt. 4
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A/N: Hello lovelies, this is Pt.4 of my Dan fic with it revolving around Rose. Bare with me while I write Pt.5. I have a couple of new request coming out through out the course of this week and the next week. Pt. 5 will be picking up with Rose’s perspective on things so be prepared for an emotional roller coaster. I sincerely hope you all are doing well and I love you all. Link to intro is here, Pt.1, Pt.2, and Pt.3
Enjoy!
You spent the rest of the night in yours and Danny's bedroom, never falling asleep and simply staring at the ceiling. "How could she?" Was a recurring question you found your asking over and over as images of the poor baseball boy entered your mind.
He had a family that was never going to see him again. That was always going to wonder where he was and if he was safe. There would never be any closure for them and you found your lip trembling and eyes watering at the very thought of it.
Danny didn't fall back asleep either. Constantly pacing back and forth from the guest bedroom to the kitchen in some sort of attempt to try and release some of his worry about you. He yearned to hold you in his arm and to just make all the pain go away even though he knew he couldn't do that for you. No one could.
He was scared too. Scared that one of the members of The True Knot was going to come after you and hurt you. Or worse, they'd take you from him and all he'd be left with for a clue would be a rummaged through purse and a shoe that had no matching pair. Though he tried his hardest not to think of that. He didn't want to lose you. He feared losing his control that you helped him craft to control his power to not hit the end of the bottle. Because he knew if he didn't have you, he would go back to the end of the bottle.
Around 9:30 you heard a knock on your bedroom and rolled over in bed although you were awake. "You can come in!" You called out. Danny peaked his head through and smiled. "Hey..I didn't know if you were hungry but I made coffee and breakfast. I don't know if it's as good as your cooking but I figured I try."
Despite how dead you felt inside you managed to smile. "Thanks honey...just give me a minute to wash my face and stuff, please?"
"Sure. I'll see you in the kitchen." He blew you a kiss. "I'll be there." You clambered out of bed once he walked away and walked into the bathroom connected to your bedroom and turned the light on.
You turned the water on and stared at your reflection in the mirror, taking note of how puffy your eyes looked and how tired you felt. You hadn't felt that way since you were working in that bar back when you met Danny. "God, I'm a fucking mess."
You lowered your head and threw some water on your face. The coolness alleviating some of the pain from your puffy eyes. You reached out for your face wash to wash some of the smudged makeup from the previous day but something didn't feel right. You were cold and you felt your heart racing. Almost like you were anxious. You set your hands down on the counter and gripped the sink. Trying to get rid of some of the anxiety. You noticed your ring was glimmering from the light shining down on it from your vanity and you found your lips twitching to form a smile.
(That's a nice ring you got there, Y/n. Danny spend his entire paycheck on that or did he inherit it?)
You felt the hairs on your arms standing straight up and you moved your hands away from the sink to see a set of glowing blue eyes staring back at you in the mirror. 'Rose.'
(Well, hi there darlin.)
"Shit!" You tripped over the mat in your bathroom and fell back into the wall, squeezing your eyes shut. "You're not real, you're not real. You can't hurt me here or anymore. Go away!"
(Oh sweetie, I'm very much real.)
"Stop!"
(We've always been connected, you and I. Even all that time we didn't see or speak, I always knew where you were. I just never bothered to reach out. Until now. Now that I know what special people you have in your life now that you hold so dear to you, I feel obliged too.)
"Don't you even think about getting near them or I'll-"
(You'll what? Kill me? Please, you and I both know you don't have guts to come back home and look me in the eye and admit you were wrong. Let alone kill me. You've always been the baby in the group.)
"I'm a lot stronger now, than you think I am."
(We'll see about that when the time come for it. There's no escaping me, Y/n. Or your fate. You were always meant to be with us. One of us. The sooner you accept that, the easier that process will be for you.)
Despite Rose's still face you could see the psychoticness glinting in her eyes. "I could never be like you! I'm nothing like you! Especially after what you did to that little boy."
(Oh yes you are. You're my spitting image. In more ways than one, honeybunch.)
You could feel Rose inside your head, peaking at all your thoughts and memories and you gripped at your hair.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
(My! Aren't you a busy girl?)
"Get out! Get out of my head!" The mirror began to shake and you let out a scream. "GET OUT!"
"Y/n?! Y/n! What's happening?" You could practically feel Rose laughing with malicious glee at the panic she was causing. "Stay away from me, Danny! Stay away!"
(No, come closer Danny Boy. I still haven't gotten the pleasure of seeing your face.)
"Stop! Stop! This has nothing to do with him." As much as you swore to yourself you wouldn't cave in to give her any satisfaction, you couldn't do it anymore and tears started flowing down your cheeks.
"But it does." Her voice. It shouldn't be that close to you. You felt soft hair brush up against your shoulder and the smell of strong musky incenses and flowers enter your nostrils. Her breath was so close to your ear, you could practically feel the moisture from it sitting on your skin. "I'd imagine even after all those years in AA, he still would taste like whiskey."
You started swinging your arms and kicking your legs. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"
"Y/n!" Dan went running down the hallway. "What's wrong?!" You could see his feet from the crack of the door. "Don't come in! I-i can handle it."
"Bullshit, you can." You could hear him grabbing the skeleton key and you freaked out. "No! No! No!" You didn't Rose in the mirror or standing next to you anymore but if she was right on you being connected, you didn't know if she could hear or see what you were either.
The knob on the bathroom door began to jiggle and Dan opened the door. "Y/n." You shook your head. "Stay back."
"Y/n-" You pointed a finger up at the bathroom mirror. "She-she was looking at me!
"Who?" He shut the water off and helped you off the ground and held your hands in his to try and stop you from trembling. "Rose, that woman who killed that little boy!" You started sobbing.
"Okay..okay." He pulled you into hug and ran a hand through your hair, looking at the bathroom mirror with contempt. "It's alright, honey. She's gone."
"She knows your name, Danny. I don't like it." He kissed your hair. "If that's all she knows, that's the least of our worries." You tried to interrupt him but he shushed you. "It's all going to be alright, I promise." He wiped a tear from your cheek and held your face in his hands. "Okay?"
"Okay." He let go of you and held your hand. "Come on, let's get out of here." You nodded and flicked the switch in the bathroom, following Danny out to the kitchen.
You sat down at the island and he set your coffee and breakfast of you. "Thank you." He gave a slight nod and you looked him up and down. "Why are you jeans so early?"
"I'm covering Teenytown for Billy this morning, helping out with the train." You giggled and shook your head, taking a sip of your coffee. "You're such a man child."
"True, but I'm your man child." You smiled briefly and Dan's face changed as he watched you for a moment. "Look, about last night...we're good, right?" You were quick to nod. "Yeah..what made you think we weren't?" You asked. "I don't know.. it just made me a little nervous that you wanted to sleep alone last night." You let out a sigh and Dan held your face. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or upset you last night because I was acting like an asshole but look..I love you, okay? I just worry about you."
"I know, but I'm okay. I promise." Your eyes interlocked and Dan's lip hinted at a smile. "Alright." You stood up and he kissed you gently on the lips. "I love you."
"Love you too. You'll be home for dinner?" He shook his head. "AA meet tonight then work. I stop vacation today, remember?"
"Damn it. I totally forgot. It's okay though. No big deal." You smiled. "So I'll probably be home around eight tomorrow morning. I can stop at that cafe you like on the way back. Get some coffee and bagels. How's that sound?" You looped your arms around his neck. "Sounds great. You spoil me. You know that? More than I deserve."
"With all you've done for me over the years, I wouldn't call it spoiling. It's my showing of appreciation." He booped your nose and you giggled. You released him from your hold and leaned your body against the fridge as you watched Dan slip his shoes on. "See you later, sweetheart."
"See ya." You looked out the window to watch him leave. "Promise me you'll be alright?" Dan yelled from outside and you let out a sigh. "I'll be fine. Love you!"
"Love you more!" Dan got in his car, giving you a slight wave before pulling out the driveway. You breathed inwardly and turned away from the window, looking at the huge REDRUM on the wall and felt chills run up your spine. "You'll be okay, Y/n..you'll be fine."
"You're not really okay though, are you?" You were thrown off guard and looked behind you. There was a man standing in the corner wearing a navy blue suit. "You must be Dick."
"Indeed I am. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n." His energy felt warm and it brought a smile to your face. "It's nice to meet you too."
"When Danny was a boy he'd talk to me a lot about you. It feels like a second ago but I imagine it's not. This world is a dream of a dream to me now." You nodded. "He's doing okay now? Last time I seen Dan, he was down the gutter bad."
"Yeah, he's okay now. He's been sober 8 years," You hummed. "Good." You stood away from the fridge. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here because it all comes run. Ka is a wheel, Miss Y/n. Though something tells me you know that already." You didn't respond for a moment and Dick sighed.
"He doesn't want to help her. He says it's too dangerous for me." Dick chuckled heartily. "Yeah well, he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. Does he? He owes a debt. Now he needs to pay it."
"Is it going to hurt him though? To repay it?" You rubbed your face. "Either way, it's out of our control. Over 30 years later I'm still on the hook. Same thing with your mother too. Your debt is partially paid though."
"Partially?" Dick smiled. "I know where you come from, Miss Y/n. I knew since the moment Danny first talked to me about you and I knew you were two of a kind. While the two hollow souls that raised you keep at hurting children while their shine dies and their addiction grows, yours shines bright and you ended the cycle for someone else. Fighting for the separation of identity from that upbringing. I can say only that much."
He turned away. "It seems to me despite all odds, you grew up mighty fine Miss Y/n. You keep at whatever you're doing with Dan because it's working. I'll see him later on but after that, neither of you will see me anymore. You still owe a small sum of debt though: pay it."
Before you could say anymore, Dick was gone and you started crying. "Fuck! I-i can't face them. I'm not strong enough to face them." You sunk down to the floor and started rocking yourself back and forth, glancing up at the REDRUM occasionally. "I should of never of dragged him into this. I'm going to get him killed!"
You desperately wanted Danny to come home. To have him hold you in his arms and tell you it all was a bad dream. The worst nightmare you ever had but you knew that wasn't true.
You looked at your reflection on the metallic surface of the fridge and hated what you seen. You didn't see yourself. You seen that girl. That girl who was so scared of the world because no matter how she got told she was loved and safe, she never felt. Because even when she was in a better place, the pains she buried deep inside would open themselves. Bleeding into her happiness and when people would ask her if she was okay she would smile, giving them a show they always believed because even though she could see the truth she never wanted to face it. You weren't that girl anymore. You were strong and you were true. So why did you see that girl now?
"Because I'm afraid," You answered aloud. You didn't want to go back to Colorado and see Crow and Rose but you knew you had to and you could do it. You weren't a child anymore and they had no control over you. You were in charge of your life now and you were free to make your own decisions. For the time in a while, you felt like you were loved. You loved Danny and he loved you and you weren't about to let go of that so easily. "I won't let them hurt him. Him or that little girl." There was a soft knock at the door and wiped your face. "Just a second, please!"
"Okay!" You knew that voice. Just where from, you didn't know. You looker out the peep hole before unlocking the door. "Hi, Aunt Y/n!"
The nickname sunk deep in your mind and everything clicked together like a puzzle and you stared at child in front you before speaking. "A-abra?!" A pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your waist and hugged you tight. "Yeah. It's nice to finally meet you." You returned the hug back confusedly and eventually let go. "H-honey what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy not to see you but it's 12. Shouldn't you be at school?" You knew the kid standing in front of you couldn't of been over 13.
"I went for my first three classes but then I skipped because I wanted to see you after everything last night." She noticed your puffy eyes. "You okay?"
"Yeah..I'm fine. I'm just glad you're okay." Abra smiled. "Can I come in?" She gestured to the inside of your house. "Yeah. Did you have lunch yet?"
The young girl stepped inside and shook her head. "I'll make you lunch then. You cool with grilled cheese?"
"Yeah, I'm cool with it."
...
Being a pediatric nurse meant you had met many different children, all of them with their own unique personalities and traits but by far Abra Stone had to be the most fascinating you knew now. Not only was she steamy but she was highly intelligent for her age. Comprehending things on a level you couldn't even picture yourself doing at her age.
The two of you sat next to each other at the island in your kitchen as the two of you talked. You had her go over the weird radios thing on how she found this boy in the first. "..You have it too, you know. Yours is a little different there because yours is more like a tracker thing. Almost like a GPS." You thought about for a moment. "Yeah..I guess you're right." Abra giggled and took a moment to regain her composure. "So..what exactly is what do called? Magic?"
"Dan always called it the Shining, so now that's what I call it." You shrugged and took a sip of water. "We shine..I like that." You nodded. "Me too. It's better than being called special. That's what my mother used to call me. Though I don't think she meant it in a good way." You rolled your eyes and forced a smile.
"There's not a lot of people like us out there?" You nodded. "And many of the people that are out there and like us, are dangerous."
"Like those people?" You breathed in sharply. "Yes." You paused for a moment. "How are you feeling after everything last night?" Abra sighed. "Okay, I guess. Still a little spooked though. Those people..who are they?"
"Empty devils of a sort. Who I don't want you interacting with. At all." Abra raised a brow. "You've seen them before?" You gave a slight cynical smile. "I guess you can say that." You could tell Abra was trying to dissect the meaning of the sentence but let it go. "What does Uncle Dan think about all this?"
"He won't say it to me but it scares him. He's afraid, for me and you. The hat woman, Rose is her name, she's always known who I am. She doesn't who you are though and I want to keep it that way."
"I hate her..I hate her for what she did to that little boy." You frowned. "I know..me too. When she comes back though, because knowing her the way I do, I know she will; I'm going to help you. Because it won't be a few days from now it will be weeks or months later at a time you least expect it."
"What about Uncle Dan?" You made a face. "He doesn't want to help. Yet. He's married to me though so when the time comes, he's going to help. Whether he likes it or not because I already made it clear to him he has no choice in this." Abra chuckled.
"Anyways, back on topic. With that being said, do not chase after these people. Understand? Or even think about them. Because like how we have weird radios that can find people like us, they have it too. A few of them might have it even stronger than we do and the last thing we need is one of them finding who you are."
"Do they know who Uncle Dan is?" You rubbed your face. "They know his name but not who he is and I'm trying to keep that the same too for as long as I can."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of dragged you both into this. I just panicked and-" You interrupted her. "You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over. I was your age once. I know how it feels to be scared."
"What happens when they find out who we are?" You sighed. "That a mountain we'll conquer when the times but either way, I'm not going to let them hurt you. Got it?"
"Got it." Abra slid off the chairs and gave you a hug. "Thank you for being there for me and believing me." You hugged her back. "Of course."
"I got to go. The bus ride back to my house is about an hour and neither of my parents know I skipped." You nodded and Abra grabbed her bookbag. "Take care of yourself, kiddo. And stay safe please?"
"I will. Bye, Aunt Y/n!" You smiled and waved to her. "Bye honey." As Abra left, you looked at the REDRUM and your posture stiffened. Thinking about how Rose made you seen that girl after you swore to never see her again. You gave her the satisfaction of getting to you but getting Abra, you refused to let that happen. Even if it cost your life.
"I think the fuck not, Rose. I think the fuck not..."
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