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dale autistically infodumping abt marc bolan while he shows you his record collection

LMAO i made this forever ago, but thought it fit perfectly with this, anon… right there!

dale shows you his collection and autographs, info dumping as much as he possibly can, his tone frantic and child-like from the over excitement!

“electric warrior is my favorite album, little angel!” he squeaks out, quickly handing you the record. “oh oh! and did you know marc refused to enter water past the age of 13 in fear of messing up his hair?” dale asks you while walking backwards not watching where he’s going and bumping into his shelves. “sounds like me, huh, little angel?” he asks again giving a nasally giggle and fluffing his hair while batting his lashes.

dale is so precious and i would love to hear him mansplain and info dump about marc!! also i found that fun fact about marc right here! take a peek!

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This might be different than what you usually write but maybe a one shot of y/n telling Dale you’re pregnant?

70s!dale x preg!reader

NO WARNING! SFW! reader and dale get into a little argument + cussing, but nothing crazy!!

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a/n- i love this idea so much :’)) i definitely wish this was longer, but this is something i wanna write about again!! if you guys are interested, just send a request in my inbox!! and i chose 70s dale just to be logical! i know men can have kids in their late fifties, but for some reason people think dale’s sterile.

BABY KOBBLE

you watch as dale fluffs his curls, your heart pounding and your nerves sky rocketing. ruth had gotten you a pregnancy test a few weeks ago and you were at the point where you had a bump, but you blamed it on bloating. it was only a matter of time until dale started questioning you.

“when will you be home?” you ask softly as you stand there in your nightgown, dale looking at you through his vanity mirror.

“not sure, angel baby. you keep asking me this and i keep giving you the same answer.”

“and i need you home more often.”

“you don’t need anything from me for fuck’s sake,” he mumbles under his breath. “i’m really tired of this being a constant conversation with you, y/n. this is what i do for a living.”

“and i’m tired of staying up until one in the morning waiting for you to come home,” you snap as dale grabs his jacket and heads upstairs. “i miss you.”

“jesus christ, you act like im a shitty fucking boyfriend or something,” dale scoffs as he opens the door and heads outside. “what the fuck are you doing?” he looks back as you follow him, barefoot and no coat in the middle of january.

“i’m trying to fucking talk to you, asshole!”

“and i’m trying to get to my gig before you make me fucking late!”

there was a moment of silence as you watch him walk to the car shed. you walk towards him and shiver, your feet killing you.

dale looks at you as he opens the car door, shaking his head at how ridiculous and stubborn you are. “go inside,” his tone stern and authoritative. “you’re gonna get sick.”

he starts to get in and before he closes the door fully, you finally get the confidence to tell him.

“i’m pregnant.”

you stand there waiting for a response, for something, but it’s just silent aside from his car idling.

“did you hear me, daley? i’m pregnant.”

tears are running down your cheeks and the sound of your voice cracking breaks dale’s heart. he stares off into the distance and feels like his entire life just crumbled to his feet. he wasn’t ready for kids and never wanted to be a father in the first place. he knew his glamrock days were over anyways, but the thought of bringing a child into this world while doing such heinous things made his guts turn in disgust.

“yeah. i heard.”

you stand there freezing and he gets out of the car and walks towards you. you knew how he felt about babies and not wanting any, and the guilt was eating at you. he wraps his jacket around you and picks you up, putting you on the hood of the caprice as you sob.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you sob repeatedly, his hands cupping your face.

“shh, stop, stop, stop. you’re gonna throw up everywhere, you goofball. relax for two damn seconds.”

he squeezes you in a tight hug and looks up at the night sky, tears blurring his vision at the thought of being a father. he sighs and pulls away, getting a good look at your face.

“i’m gonna be a daddy, huh?” he chuckles wiping your tears. “my sweet little angel. it’s gonna be okay, we’ll figure this out. now let’s go inside before you freeze out here.”

“what about your gig?” you ask sniffling as he guides you inside and downstairs, his hand on your lower back.

“don’t even worry about it.”

he takes his jacket from you and hangs it up before sitting down in his chair. he sighs and places both hands on your little bump.

“so, this isn’t period bloat? you little liar,” he chuckles rubbing your tummy, your fingers running through his hair. “god you’re freezing.” he takes your hands in his and tries to warm you up.

“i didn’t know how else to tell you, i was worried.”

dale lifts your nightgown and places gentle kisses on your skin, rubbing your tummy again and talking to the baby.

“tell mommy to stop stressing and we’ll figure it out,” he whispers to the baby while making fun of you.

“shut up, kobble,” you giggle, dale chuckling with you as he gets up and gives you a giant smooch.

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Am I tripping or are these two different people playing as Dale

They both look different from the face, or is that cause it’s zoomed in or whatever? It’s bothering the hell outta me ����😭

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i’m squishing his cheeks in my hands, he’s such a little baby and needs a million kisses

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Dale being a Karen would be so funny. He makes a scene and then gets upset when people call him out on making a scene. I just know he terrorizes customer service workers for fun.

dale’s such a karen omfg! i mean he was literally pissed off after the hardware store for good reason! poor guy was just trying to be silly goofy!

black friday shopping at macy’s for makeup and he’s getting into it with some grandmas. “uh, actually no, lady. i had the mascara first.” and he’s obviously a master manipulator!! somehow dale’s able to convince the customer service manager that the item he purchased (years ago btw, scammer dale!!) is no longer needed and they don’t even bother asking for a receipt for the return LMAO

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one shot of dale taking your virginity??

dale x fem!reader

content warning: dale is gentle with reader, talks her through it! clit stimulation, oral (both receiving), reader gags and coughs throw up mentioned but doesn’t happen!, p in v, lots of praising as usual! aftercare!!!!

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LITTLE ANGEL

dale lets out a soft groan as he climbs onto the mattress, his body stiff from being hunched over and working all day.

“want me to rub your back?” you ask softly as he lays on top of you, your fingers running through his hair.

he shakes his head, his eyes closed as you kiss his forehead. “no, just wanna lay here for a bit, baby.”

you smile softly and hold him close, your hand running up and down his back gently. you listen to his breathing, staring up at the ceiling deep in thought. you both have been dating for a several months now and he’s been so good to you.

“daley?” you whisper softly breaking the silence.

“hm?”

“i think im ready.”

dale looks at you stunned, his eyes looking for any hesitation in yours. he gives you a soft smile and a kiss on your nose when he realizes you are in fact serious.

“are you sure, sweetheart? we can wait,” he reassures you knowing how important being pure and celibate is to you. “i don’t mind jerking off with you watching.”

“i’m serious,” you giggle giving him a squeeze. “i want it…”

you stare at each other and he gives you a few gentle kisses before slipping his tongue into your mouth, the kiss passionate and slow. he wanted to take his time with you. his hands grip your hips, grinding against you and your legs wrap around his waist. “let me feel…” he hadn’t ever touched you before, only admired you whenever he’d jerk off and you would spread yourself for him. dale was always craving to please you.

he smirks against your neck as you give him a breathy ‘okay’ and his hand slips down your panties, a groan escaping him as he feels how warm you are, his cock straining against his sweatpants.

“god damn,” he whispers against your neck. he begins rubbing your clit making you moan and whimper, something you’ve never felt before. “this feel good?”

“y-yes,” you moan rocking your hips. you lift your shirt and he immediately latches himself to your nipple, his other hand squeezing your tit.

“you’re gonna cum, i want you to feel what you’ve been missing, sweetheart.”

your clit throbs and your mind is spinning, the blissful sensation foreign to you. you clench tightly and continue to moan, the sounds you’re finally making for dale causing his cock to ache.

“i think im gonna cum,” you cry out, dale’s fingers not changing the tempo, wanting to keep you right where you were.

“let it out, baby, let me hear you…” his tone was needy, wanting to hear the beautiful sound of you releasing for the first time. your climax hits you like a freight train and you arch your back, moaning at the top of your lungs and dale trying not to cum in his pants. “such a beautiful job… how was that?” he asks with a chuckle, amused by your exhausted expression.

“so good,” you giggle and nod, dale nodding with you.

“yeah? so good?” he asks with another chuckle.

he kisses down your neck, squeezing your tits as he reaches your tummy. you squirm as he inhales your scent through your panties. “let daley see this pretty pussy.” you lift your hips and he takes off the soaked fabric, throwing them aside and groaning at the sight before him. his slender fingers spread you open, his mouth agape and dry. you look up at him, and dale looks down at you while mocking your facial expression, his fingers pressing gently over your virgin hole just to tease you. he lowers himself and you can hear him let out a whimper, a gasp escaping your throat as his tongue immediately laps up your soaking, virgin cunt. his tongue so warm and wet… he teases your tight entrance, lapping up your folds and paying attention to your clit again. your legs tense up and your fingers grip his hair, pushing him into you. dale grips your thighs tighter and grabs both of your wrists to keep you still.

“d-daley, please,” you moan and whine, struggling to keep still as he eats your pussy. “feels so good…”

he hums against you knowing it feels good, his eyes staring into your soul as he continues to tease you. his plump lips suck your clit tightly, the suction making your toes curl. you hold his hands as you feel your orgasm approach yet again and you let out another loud series of moans as you release. dale keeps sucking until you buck your hips from overstimulation and he pulls away.

“you taste and smell so good,” he whines, his cock leaking precum. “you wanna taste daley?”

“yes,” you whimper, horny and ready.

your eyes widen as dale pulls his thick, uncut cock out, a smirk on his face as he sees your expression while removing his sweatpants. of course you’ve seen him hard plenty of times, helping him cum and what not, but the thought of him being inside you was nerve wracking.

dale strokes himself and can tell you’re nervous and acting a little shy now. “just don’t use your teeth and you’ll be okay, baby. i promise. daley will walk you through it, and if you don’t like it, that’s fine.”

“what do i do?” you whisper as you get to your knees. he never made you do this kind of stuff not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“open up and wrap your lips around it, sweetheart. just don’t throw up.”

you nod and stroke him, looking up at dale’s pretty blues as you open and suck. his fingers grip your hair and you get the confidence you need suck a little tighter, dale taking your hand and placing it on his balls.

“that’s it, jesus fuck-“

dale tries his best not to thrust into your throat not wanting to ruin the experience, your eyes watering try to take all of him. his cock twitches and he’s ready to cum, but you gag a little too much and he quickly pulls away.

“hey, hey, easy!” he scoffs wiping the tears from your cheeks as you gasp for air. “crazy girl,” he teases and cups your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “how about you lay down and we’ll get started? hm?”

you do as he says and get comfy, dale helping you fix the zebra printed pillow. he grabs your legs and massages them, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible.

“if it’s too much, you tell me, you understand?” both his expression and tone were stern, his fingers gripping your thighs a little tighter.

“okay,” you whisper. “i promise.”

“good, good girl.”

dale spits on his hand and rubs his cock, rubbing your pussy as well to smear some of the wetness. he looks at you while lining his cock up to your entrance and pushes in as slowly and gently as he can. you let out a painful gasp and he holds your legs for you, his thumbs rubbing your skin.

“i know, baby, i know,” he grunts, your tight pussy squeezing just a little too tight. “relax for me, sweetheart. daley’s gotta squeeze in.”

you whimper and grit your teeth as his pushes his fat cock in just a little more, a tight moan escaping you. he pulls out just a little and pushes back in until he knows your warmed up.

“you’re doing so good, baby. worst part’s almost over, i promise…”

your pussy relaxes finally and the pain turns into pleasure, though his fat cock was still stretching you taut. dale grunts loudly over your pretty little moans, your legs pushed to your chest as he pumps in and out of you. you groan and grit your teeth at the pleasure, a louder moan escaping you as he pounds a little harder, pushing down on the back of your legs for leverage. he looks down and sees some blood on his cock.

“daley’s little angel isn’t so innocent anymore, is she?” he asks through his grunts, his cock twitching as he watches your expressions. “doing so fucking good for me while i pop that precious cherry…”

you moan and grip the sheets trying to brace yourself from the overwhelming sensation. dale grips your ankles as he fucks into you harder, the sound of your wet pussy and his body slamming into you causes him to reach his peak. he pushes in one last time and explodes deep inside you, triggering your own orgasm. dale collapses on top of you, the both of you covered in sweat and cum. he holds you close to him as he breathes heavily and kisses the top of your head.

“you did so well, little angel, so well… how about i go grab you a glass of water and then get a shower running for the two of us? hm? order some pizza and get some snuggles in after, okay?”

“yes, please,” you sigh as you smile, your body sore and exhausted.

dale gives you a gentle kiss and puts his robe on before heading upstairs.

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dale apologizing while he absolutely fucks the shit out of you but he also is laughing and he isn’t sorry at all bc he enjoys it too much..

i loveee when dale mocks his s/o, especially when they’re overstimulated! :’))

“just a little more,” dale groans as he takes you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips as pounds into you.

“oh god! i can’t!” you were completely spent and throbbing from the overstimulation but needed more. “dale!”

“i know, im sorry,” he grunts, trying his best to hold back a nasally giggle. “i’m right there… work with me, sweetheart…”

you arch your back and scream into the pillow, loving every second of it as dale gave your ass a hard slap, your muscles squeezing around his fat cock.

“so… fucking… sorry,” dale grunts between thrusts knowing you were aching for release just as much as he was.

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i love dale’s freshly washed hair

i want to braid it and play with it and yank on it and smell it and braid it and play with it some more!!

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What bad habits do u think Dale has?? like biting his nails, leaving dirty socks around etc.

bad habits with cleanliness checks off— dale’s hands are so nice and so are his nails! and his space is clean, he even keeps his slippers by his bed :’))

his bad habits have to do with keeping things clean. before the voices, he probably had OCD. and i’m not talking about perfectionism, i mean crippling OCD. checking the locks even after he just locked them, washing his hands a million times. he’s a control freak and things have to be a certain way!! i know ruth’s hoarding is his fault, but i know that house bothers him and he wants to clean it so damn bad. also think he bounces his leg and likes to snap his gum. and when he’s out and about, he’s got a bad habit of being a ‘karen’.

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Longlegs (2024)

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Oh my fucking god he’s a mouth breather…

anyways my husband looks beautiful

(I’m looking inside his car rn and taking in every little detail)

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bf dale always having his hands on you, especially your lower half, making sure everyone knows who you belong to; holding your hand in his, caressing your thighs, rubbing your legs, massaging your feet. so so possessive 🥴

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twirling my hair, curling my toes

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plsplspls shy embarrassed girl x pushy horny dale 💝

a/n: this was suppose to be a blurb but i accidentally got carried away, but i know you guys don’t care LMAO enjoy!!

MINORS DNI

content warning- praising, oral (both receiving), p in v, dale gets reader to squirt!

“i-im not sure,” you chuckle softly, anxiously rubbing your knees as you sit in the back of dale’s car, dale closing the hatch behind him as he joins you. “i really wanna go back to the party…”

“oh i won’t bite, sweetheart. you did so well last time.”

dale was the first guy you ever went on a real date with. sure you had flings here and there, but nothing like this. you were miss goody two shoes, and he was special. very special. always held doors open for you, made sure you were safe and near the stage when it was a full house at a gig. always walking you to the front door after taking you home. he even took your virginity. you were his girl.

“yeah, well, last time we were in miss harker’s house,” you whisper softly with a smile as you fidget with your fingers, looking outside at the cornfield and party scene as his hands played with your tits.

“baby, if you don’t want to, we don’t—“

“i want to.” you look at him and pout, dale chuckling and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m just- i’m nervous. last time i think i was too eager.”

“i know, baby,” he replies with a chuckle as he lifts his hips to pull down his pants, his cock springing free. “now come make daley feel better, but this time don’t gag on it.”

you look at him embarrassed, your cheeks red and ears burning. he remembered and you were hoping he’d forget all about it.

“dale—“ your heart was beating out of your chest, scared you both were going to get caught or embarrass yourself in front of him again.

“come on, y/n… you’re being so shy,” dale groans while stroking his fat cock. “play with it.”

you look at him and lower yourself, your tongue flicking against his tip before taking the entire thing. you gag softly trying to impress him and he grunts at the noises you’re making as you struggle.

“that’s it, that’s a girl,” he praises holding your hair back. “such a good little cocksucker. woah, woah, easy.” he chuckles as you gag a little more and choke, pulling you off him. “gentle, sweetheart. this fat cock isn’t going anywhere. how about i take care of you? hm?”

you sink down into the seat as dale kneels in front of you, his cock tucked away for now. his hands lift your dress and he feels himself ready to burst out of his jeans, your puffy folds and a little wet spot on your panties just waiting for him. “pink,” he smirks taking note of the color of your panties. he peels them off of you as you lift up and he takes a nice long whiff, bunching the fabric up against his botched nose.

“stop,” you whine stealing your panties back, still embarrassed and shy.

“you know, for someone who’s so embarrassed sure is wet. always comes crawling back to daley for more,” he whispers as he looks down at your glistening cunt, pushing your legs to your chest. his fingers feel how soaked you are and he plays with your wetness. “mm look that.” he shows you his fingers before sucking them clean.

you’re throbbing and needing more, but you’re too shy to engage in his dirty talk. he sees the look in your eye and puts his fingers in your mouth making you taste yourself.

“use your words, sweetheart,” he whispers rubbing his thick tip up and down your folds, swirling it around your swollen clit and teasing your tight entrance.

“i-i need…” you whimper and stop yourself, but dale looks down at you with his brows raised waiting for you to finish. “i need your fat cock…”

“say it louder.” he pushes in, rewarding you each time you speak up, giving it to you inch by inch until you’re completely stuffed. “there we go, baby. such a good girl, feel that stretch.”

he pounds into you hard making you moan and grip the seats, his cock hitting your sweet spot each time. you look up at him and he grunts loudly at the expression on your face. “making such pretty fucking faces,” he groans as he pushes as deep as he can go making you cry out more.

“please!” you cry out, the car shaking and the both of you being loud.

“aww, my sweet girl’s scared someone’s gonna hear or see us?” he moans mocking you. “you’re being so fucking good, just a little more.” you cover your mouth with your hands and scream into them, dale moving your hands away and holding them together. “no, no, let me hear you. stop being so shy, pretty angel. listen to how beautiful you sound as i fuck into you.”

you were close and began squeezing around him, your clit throbbing more and more with each thrust.

“i-im gonna-“

“you’re gonna what? say it,” dale grunts, holding back his own release until his sweet girl reaches hers first. “say. it,” he hisses between his teeth. “stop being so fucking stubborn and say it!” he taps your thigh gently and grips your throat.

“i’m gonna cum!”

you arch your back off the seat and his cock hits your sweet spot once more making you squirt all over him and the backseat of the caprice. dale fills you full and pumps in and out just a bit more giving you every last drop. he pulls out and takes a minute, but the sound of your whimpers and the way your legs were shaking broke his heart. dale lets out a sigh and grabs his jacket, wrapping you up in it.

“i know, i know… you did such a good job, baby,” he whispers holding you close as you both come down from the intense pleasure.

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this is long and i apologize, but i don’t think you guys will mind though. enjoy you little freaks <3

ignore any grammar mistakes! if you don’t ill send you a doll for your bday punk. also don’t like? don’t read. simple. muah xoxo.

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY!

nsfw (not in order); pegging, p in v, rim job, mommy kink, degrading, slapping, hair pulling, handcuffing, oral (m! receiving + f! receiving), gagging/drool, tightlacing, edging, spanking, orgasm denial, praising, satanism, humiliation kink, exhibitionism (ruth harker), four hands hand job (ruth x reader) belt whipping, aftercare.

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sub!dale kobble x femdom!reader

LITTLE DEVIL.

“are you gonna be a good boy like you promised?” you whisper while tight-lacing dale into his corset. you yourself were already tight-laced in latex corset, a tiny latex skirt and boots to match. “you’ve been such a dirty, dirty boy, haven’t you, mr kobble? Him and i aren’t very happy with you.”

“y-yes mommy,” he whimpers pathetically while you pull his laces tighter and tighter. he bends over the worktable a little more, nearly cumming in his latex underwear. “mmfp,” he grunts softly, your knee in his back while you pull. “pull tighter…”

you do as he says, wrapping the laces around your hands and few times and pulling hard. “He told me how bad you’ve been. tsk tsk, watching me sleep and jerking off without permission… what do you think we should do about that?” you ask, the corset creaking and straining against his body. dale’s mouth opens to say something, but he closes it and scrunches his face as you pull more, his waist cinching down further. “you need punished,” you whisper, dale’s hard cock straining against the underwear from the squeezing and dirty talk.

“oooohhh, yes,” he whines while digging his fingers into the table, the corset digging into him and the laces biting at his skin. he gasps softly, unable to draw in a full breath.

at some point ruth comes down to help you squeeze dale down a few more inches, which was a challenge within itself. the two of you coaxing and praising him as he was protesting. but you eventually tie him off, your hands run over the corset, feeling how tight it is around his waist. you push him in from either side and hear him grunt. his waist was wasp like, making your clit throb. you reach around him and feel how hard he is, fondling and groping him, dale hissing between his teeth trying not to cum. you both say nothing, your fingers slipping in between his skin and latex underwear, pulling the tight material down. as soon as his thick, uncut cock springs free, you grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back, dale whimpering and whining for you.

“i think i know what i should do with you,” you whisper, wanting to give dale a taste of his own medicine. he always did kinky shit to you, so he fucking deserves it. “i think i should fill you up. is that what you need? hm?”

you don’t give him time to answer and roughly bend him over, dale gasping and trying to breathe from how tightly squeezed in he was. you crouch behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart, gasping softly as his tight asshole was waiting to be toyed with. you moan, your tongue flicking out to taste him while your hands keep him spread open. you reach down between his legs and massage his balls, dale moaning like a fucking loser. you can feel him clenching and you can’t help but scoff— someone as demented as him and yet so submissive was comical.

his body was flat against his table, dale feeling the presence of satan. he felt humiliated, the thought making him wanna cum even more. and knowing ruth was probably upstairs listening, he needed release. “i-im so close,” he whines, trying his best not to cum.

already? he really was pathetic.

“i’ll be good, mommy, i swear,” he gasps, his brows knitted as his balls grew tighter. he needed filled up, and he needed filled up now.

“don’t fucking move until i say,” you warn, giving his ass a firm smack and walking towards the mattress, your cunt wet and needing filled, but this wasn’t about you.

you grab the dildo and the strap-on harness, making sure the thick dildo was in place. you look at dale who’s peering over at you, his eyeshadow making his blue eyes pop. you lube up the dildo and smirk at him, grabbing a belt and some handcuffs.

“now, get on your fucking knees and crawl, like a good little devil,” you order pointing to the ground, your voice filled with command and seduction as you place the strap aside. dale immediately drops to his hands and knees and crawls toward you.

you watch him stare at you as he crawls, his hair in his face while slowly making his way over. “you’re such a good little devil when you wanna be, aren’t you?” you coo at him, dale sniffling at the praise with tears in his eyes, needing you so badly. he breathes heavily and kneels in front of you, his hands reaching out to touch you. before he can even get his hands on you, you put your hand on his forehead to stop him.

“don’t touch me unless i tell you to, understand?” you hiss, dale shaking and sniffling, his cock aching for release while nodding frantically.

“o-okay,” he whines, unsure of what to do. he lets out a soft moan while staring at your tiny waist and ballooned tits. he was so tempted to grab ahold of you and get dominate with you. he knew he could. he could snap you like a twig if he wanted, but he was too far into submission.

“safe word is red,” you whisper while circling around him, eyeing him up like a piece of candy. “you’re so fucking pathetic, aren’t you?” you whip him with the belt and he lets out a soft yelp. “that’s why He prefers me.”

you smirk as dale began to cry at your words. he knew it wasn’t true, that satan preferred you over him, but his mind was foggy and he knew both you and satan enjoyed this. he loved being your little toy. your little devil. His little devil. dale let out another yelp and sucks air between his teeth, the belt cracking against his skin. he could feel the welts on his back and ass start sting and itch. you give him another crack and he jolts forward.

“f-fuck,” he whines, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. he moans when he feels you kneel behind him, his knees already hurting from carpet burn. “can i-i please get on the mattress?”

you pull his hair, his back against your chest. “hm, i don’t see why you should? prove to me,” you whisper against his skin. you push him forward and stand.

he knew what he had to do.

he turns toward you and stares up at you, his hands gripping your thighs and face inches away from your cunt. he whines and pulls you towards him, lifting the tiny latex skirt with his fingers and peppering soft kisses on you through the latex panties. his slender fingers shake while unzipping the squeaking material, revealing your pretty pussy to him.

“oooohh,” he whines some more, practically sobbing at how beautiful and wet you are. he inhales your scent and immediately dives in, moans escaping the two of you as he begins to lick and slurp.

you breath heavily, moaning and pushing his face deeper into you, your fingers tangled in his curly locks. “such a good boy,” you manage to get out, his tongue paying lots of attention to your swollen clit. he massages your asscheeks, gripping your thighs and any part of you he can as he continues to eat your juicy cunt. he can’t help but slip his fingers in you, toying with your g-spot to prove to you, he is in fact a good boy. he moans against you, whining and crying, trying his best to eat you at this angle. he stares up at you, his blue eyes burning through yours while you start to fall apart, your orgasm so, so close. he can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your clit throbbing between his lips as his suction grows tighter. “d-dale, you’re such a good boy,” you moan, the praise driving him wild, encouraging him to keep at it. he pulls you closer, his nose digging into you. you thought for sure his nose would break from how tightly pressed it was against you. you breathe heavier, your ballooned tits straining against the corset as you tried to brace yourself. you grip his shoulders, dale’s grip on you helps keep your stability as you let out a series of loud moans while you cum, his lips, tongue, and fingers working simultaneously to help you ride out your orgasm.

after a minute of recovering, you push him off you and he falls dramatically onto the floor, your pussy throbbing for more. dale wipes his mouth and waits quietly for the green light, his corset also straining against him while he tries to catch his breath.“bend over,” you order, a groan escaping you as dale crawls to the mattress, his tight ass ready for you to destroy.

there were times you’d have to tap out when he’d fuck you, your tight pussy stretched and filled while he bruised your cervix, but he’d keep going, telling you to take it. the roles were reversed now, and you were loving every second of it. he arches his back the best he can like the little whore he loved to be, stroking himself to please you and the man downstairs. his imagination was running wild, imagining both you AND satan double stuffing him until he couldn’t take it. his cock twitches and you watch, letting him get to the edge.

“you don’t get to cum unless i tell you, you fucker.” you step into the harness and secure it in place, rubbing your faux cock making sure it was still lubricated. “look at you, mr kobble,” you gasp softly, your voice taunting and condescending. “so tight and ready.”

you push your thumb teasingly against his asshole and dale groans at the foreplay. you giggle and stroke the dildo some more, teasing the thick tip against his tight hole. you push in gently and dale gasps, immediately clenching around it.

“so fucking tight… i’m sure you’re so warm too, aren’t you?”

“y-yes, mommy,” he gasps out, feeling himself stretching to accommodate to the tip. you pull away and push in again, teasing him. he grips the sheets as you now slowly push into him, dale letting out a tight, high pitched moan.

“oooohhh, mommy!”

you grip his hips and keep pushing in until the entire length of the dildo was deep in him, allowing dale to adjust for a second. he was groaning and clenching, letting out grunt as he came to earlier. you haven’t even started yet.

“goddamnit, dale,” you scolded him, on purposely pushing deeper making him gasp out and yelp. “i told you not to fucking cum, didn’t? you fucking moron!” your words made him cry out, his poor cock and his tight ass needing more.

“i’m such an idiot,” he cries out into the mattress, going along with the degradation.

your movement pick up again, dale still groaning and moan into the mattress as he takes the thick toy. his knuckles were turning white and you could see him clenching around the dildo again. “such a good boy, taking this fat cock,” you coo, dale moaning loudly and nodding in response. you hear footsteps coming from the stairs and turn to see ruth.

“he’s taking it well,” she smiles, dale starting to wiggle and squirm at the sight of her. ruth shakes her head at how pathetic he was. “make sure he’s completely spent, he deserves it.”

dale’s face was squished against the mattress and his eyes lock on ruth, the look of submission written all over his face. the two of you chuckle at pitiful he is.

“mm, yes he does,” you moan, taunting him and giving him a sharp spank. as ruth stands there watching, your thrusts growing more intense. “you have been a little devil, haven’t you?” you ask him, spreading his ass apart more and digging your fingertips into him.

“mm, mommy, i have been a little devil,” he manages to moan out. “i’ll be a good boy, i swear! i just-i just wanna cum!” he whines, his tight, high pitched moans filling the room. “i want you all to watch!”

“i suppose we could watch you cum,” you tease, your eyes peering over at ruth as he begs. she nods at you with a smile and walks over. “i’m sure you wanna cum so, so bad, don’t you? your balls are probably so heavy and full… why don’t you flip over?”

you pull out, dale’s body stiff as he struggles to get on his back. he lays down and looks up at you and ruth, his long legs spread and pulled to his chest. you smirk at how disheveled he looks- his medium length locks a bit tangled, his pale skin a slight pink color, and his corset digging into him. ruth moves the zebra pillow out of the way and sits on her knees behind dale down, his head now resting on her lap. you were all quiet as you tease dale with the tip again, ruth kindly holding dale’s legs open for you, pulling them towards his chest. ruth typically never joins you both, but she knows that dale loves an audience, an extra hand occasionally. no strings attached.

you slowly push in and dale lets out a tight moan, you and ruth mocking him. you push down on the back of his thighs for leverage, dale gritting his teeth from the pleasure and pain. you lock eyes with him and slap him across the face, dale groaning and unable to move from you and ruth practically pinning him in place.

“i-i wanna cum,” he cries out, gripping the back of his legs and clenching, his cock twitching for release. he looks up at you with submissive eyes, pleading with you while moaning like your personal whore.

“mm, i think you need to hold it. i know you can,” you coo, thrusting harder making dale cry out. “aww you poor thing, so full and stretched for me.”

“you can hold it,” ruth chimes in trying to get dale to relax, his cock feeling like it could explode. “shh,” she whispers to him, pushing his hair from his face.

you watch as dale tries his best to hold back, you slapping him in the face once more to roughen him up. your wetness drips down your thigh at how vulnerable he is, needing your own release. the strap wasn’t helping, your clit throbbing and aching as it rubs against you.

“cum, pretty boy,” you whisper, pushing a little deeper than before, triggering his orgasm. dale moans loudly and releases, his cum spraying all over his corseted torso, but you weren’t done. “one more, just one more,” you breath out heavily, trying to get him to cum one more time.

“i-i can’t,” he cries out in pleasure, sobbing like a fool from the overstimulation. “f-fuck, little angel!” he sobs, his nails digging into your forearms.

“yes you can,” you and ruth both say as you guys encourage him, ruth smiling down at him sinisterly. “you can take it, open up,” ruth whispers.

“that’s it, such a good little devil,” you gasp with faux enthusiasm, pounding in and out of dale, his poor asshole sore and sensitive. “you can take it… mm, yes you can,” you chuckle, mocking his moans and grunts.

you and ruth both wrap your hands around his aching cock as you pump in and out of him, dale hissing and sobbing, wanting the release so bad. “yes, yes, yes!” he cries out, your hands milking his cock, tightening around his shaft. he grunts loudly and arches his back, his cum spraying all over himself again all while you and ruth both praise him while he cums, making him nut another load.

you give ruth a nod, a silent gesture that she’s no longer needed and you stand up to take off the strap. you squat down in front of dale while he recovers.

“you did such a wonderful job, my little devil,” you praise, your hands rubbing dale’s inner thighs as he cries and looks at you. “you’re so pathetic, aren’t? needing two grown women to fuck you in the ass and jerk you off just to cum?” you shake your head and smile. “but you did so well, i think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“yes,” he gasps, nodding his head, knowing exactly what it is you’re going to give him.

your tight cunt.

“good boy. now crawl to me,” you say softly as you get up and grab the handcuffs, making your way to his chair at the worktable. you watch him crawl slowly towards you yet again and watch him stand and sit. “such a good, good boy,” you gasp with praise, handcuffing his hands behind his back.

you kiss his nose and pepper kisses along his overfilled cheeks and down his neck, biting gently and moan against his skin. dale shudders at the feeling of your hand on his sensitive cock, whimpering and squirming. you get on your knees and hum softly, smiling at how pretty his cock was. so thick, uncut, and all yours. you place his girth in your mouth and moan, sucking him tightly. dale gasps and grunts softly, his head leaned back and his hair dangling over the chair. he starts to thrust himself into your throat, using you as his own personal fleshlight, your throat stretching to take him all. you gag on him and start to drool, dale looking down at you and feeling the urge to cum. you can feel his cock twitch and you stop.

you pull away and wipe your mouth, standing up again. “we gotta get you nice and hard, don’t we?” you whisper while you straddle him, moan while rubbing your pussy against his cock.

he looks at you and nods. “y-yes, little angel,” he moans softly as he comes down from his high. “you did some well pleasing me,” he whispers, trying to weasel his way into the dom role.

“i’m. not. done,” you hiss, pulling his hair back. you stare at him, his eyes burning through you as you have his head tilted at an angel. “you want me?”

“more than anything, sweet girl…” he whispers, letting out a groan when you sink onto his thick cock. “mmfp, fuuuck,” he cries out, biting your shoulder hard.

you moan loudly and grip his shoulders, clenching around him while you bounce, dale drawing air in between his teeth. “mmfp, fuck, baby,” he groans, the sound of your wet pussy fills the room. “so fucking tight, i needed you this whole time,” he grunts.

you couldn’t take it anymore and take the cuffs him, dale immediately grabbing your waist to help you bounce.

“fuck! you’re so big,” you cry out, your clit throbbing and your pussy overstuffed with cock. dale grunts in response and buries his face between your pushed up tits, biting and sucking, squeezing you tight against him.

you knew it wasn’t going to take long, your pussy was begging for release the entire time you fucked with him. you feel your stomach tighten and your cunt contracting, your orgasm so close. dale pushes his cock deeper into you and it hits your sweet spot- your throw your head back and cum hard on him, creaming all over his cock, dale’s hot cum spilling into you. he holds you against him and you cover him with kisses as you both come down from your climaxes. while adjusting yourself on his lap, you jokingly squeezing his oversensitive cock with your walls and he grunts, slapping your ass.

“you did so well,” you whisper holding onto him, his cheek rest against your ballooned tits. he hums in response, completely spent, causing you to let out a laugh. “such a good boy, my little devil,” you whisper, kissing his forehead and raking your fingers through his hair.

[houndsabbath]

LONGLEGS oz perkins, 2024

[houndsabbath]

tw: non-con/cnc

dale on the verge of a mental breakdown using you as a fleshlight until you see stars and black out