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Ungrateful child.

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this specific shot of dale looking at lee... there is so much love in his eyes. so much pride. she really is his hero, huh

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I think Dale would always want his partner on his lap, like will give you any excuse to come sit on him and give him some friction

Yes..

Also. I see a bunch of my mutuals on here liking beetlejuice posts.. I just saw the new one should a write a bj x reader.. I feel like I could really do him justice I’ve read a lot of the fics on ao3 and nobody makes him sleazy or dirty enough for me. He is dead make him nastier 💔

Can I just say. I think he would be SO comfortable to sit / lay on he looks soft and he’s huge. Arms wrapped all the way around you pulling you tightly against him and refusing to let you move for hours. The warmth of his body the way he smells the texture of his clothes I am going to chew a hole in the drywall thinking about it.

Every time you’re sitting together he’s pulling you into his lap or at the very least pulling your legs over his. As much contact as possible. Hands on you, just paying attention to the slow rise and fall of your chest. Your heartbeat. Playing with the ends of your hair.

If you’re in a relationship with him I think he’d be overly obsessed with you and practically trying to get inside your skin always on you and against you.

I think he’d find a lot of comfort in that position really. Having your full weight on him, pressed together, hands around you in your lap to make sure you aren’t going anywhere. Pressed against you focusing on the vibration of your voice when you speak and the smell of your skin.

Or, leaning over you with his hands up your shirt and his face against your neck whining in your ear while you shift your hips. Trying to grind upward into you for any friction. Too caught up in chasing the high to even consider moving to a position that would feel better because he doesn’t want to stop. Holding you there and pathetically trying to get off. Cumming in his pants and making a mess because he just can’t help himself.

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Remember?

I have more Longlegs art to share but they’re very spoiler-y so I want to wait a bit longer 🥲

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Longlegs (2024)

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he's about to grab your tits n rip em off

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dale is fucking you....... you end up saying i love you for the first time.

you're doing homework and about an hour ago you moved to the floor. you know that one part of the basement with his recording stuff? youre there. you move around a lot when working on big assignments so that you don't start feeling stuck.

dale was in a rare, genuinely good mood and had been playing his guitar for the past hour, giving you some moody background music. not too loud since ruth had already slammed her fist on the basement door. that was usually the first warning.

you often wondered how he'd play if he wasn't given any limitations. you figured one day you'd whisk him away from here and he'd never have to worry about ruth's shitty rules ever again.

your train of thought is broken when dale suddenly stops playing. he places his guitar back on its stand and moves to the floor next to you. you realize it's late. like 3am late. you close your laptop and dramatically drop your head into his lap.

"i could fall asleep right here" you say, holding your hand up to his head, twirling his hair around your finger.

"hm. i don't think this is where you want to sleep tonight." he's absolutely right. sleeping on the zebra print carpet that covers the concrete floor would absolutely have you complaining the entire next day about your back.

you let out a soft "hmm" in agreement and close your eyes, continuing to play with his hair.

your hand is pulled into his and you open your eyes to look up at him. he's kissing your palm and then your thumb, then all of your fingers. you love when he's gentle. he's a giant compared to you. you feel so warm and safe when he's treating you this way.

you close your eyes again, allowing yourself to relax into his lap. they pop open again when he suddenly takes your pointer finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. the sudden change in energy around the both of you makes you shiver.

you sit up immediately and remove your finger from his mouth. he looks mildly disappointed. you're more tired than you thought you were, but now there had to be something done about how wet you were. being fucked before bed would definitely fuel better sleep.

"baby,,," dale whines. "oh" you think. he needs you needs you. so you press your palm against his hard cock through his pants. he breathes in sharply, "fuck." his voice is deep, almost growling at your touch.

suddenly, before you can register any movement, he has you laying on the floor again and he's pulling off your pajama shorts. he throws them to the side, wasting no time to lay between your now very spread legs.

he kisses your clit through your underwear, breathing in deeply to take in all of you. you feel a surge of pleasure rip through you and you're moaning quietly, moving your hips up to meet his mouth. you're impatient and sleepy, there's no reason to draw this out.

reading your mind, dale pulls your underwear to the side and spits on your clit, using his fingers to spread it all over. his mouth is on you and he's eating you out. you tell him all the time how good he is at this, but every single time you're reminded just how good he makes you feel.

your hands are in his hair and you're watching him. he looks up at you and your eyes meet. he's so beautiful and he's all yours. this giant, intelligent, evil man is yours.

"please-," your voice breaks. he gives your thighs a little squeeze and removes his tongue from you. the break in contact mildly overwhelming you.

"please?" he mocks you, "please what?"

he's rubbing soft circles on your clit, sliding his thumb down and pressing gently at your hole.

you can't speak.

"how can i possibly know what you want if you don't tell me, angel." you love when he calls you that.

you find your voice, knowing he won't give you what you want unless you ask.

"fuck me, pleasepleasepleaaasse." you're such a whiner. he likes it.

"such a needy little girl," he's now hovering over you, his face only a few inches from yours, "you want me to fuck you? want me to fill you up, hm?" he's patronizing you. normally you'd play along but you didn't have the patience.

he senses this and kisses you hard for just a moment, then he's taking his pants off. he's so hard and you want it in your mouth, you want to taste him, but he's already gripping your legs to lift your body to meet his. he places his cock on your cunt, sliding it back and forth a few times. dale never just sticks it in you. he makes sure you're ready. you love that about him.

he takes his length into his hand and gently rubs the head against your clit, smacking it a few times. he's pushing into you now, slowly. you feel him fill you inch by inch until he's so, so deep.

"oh god." he feels so good inside of you. you want this forever. to be with him and to know him in this way for all of eternity.

"he's not here, angel." his voice is dark and he's grinning. he pulls all the way out and then pushes alllllll the way back in. he starts fucking you. hard. your back and shoulders are painfully pressed against the carpet that absolutely does not save you from the concrete underneath. you know you'll be sporting a few bruises in the morning.

his hands are gripping your hips, moving your body to meet his thrusts. his cock is so perfectly made for you. you're unsure how you'd ever live without it. without him.

you prop yourself up on your elbows just a bit to give your shoulders a break.

"uncomfortable?" he doesn't give you time to answer before he leans over you, grabbing and repositioning the both of you so that you're sitting in his lap. still fully inside of you.

you're now face to face and he's got his tongue in your mouth. his dick is fucking up into you. one of his large hands on your chest, grabbing hard.

you're overwhelmed with emotion now. he cares about you so much. you've never been treated this way and it makes you sad knowing he definitely hasn't either.

you kiss him back, throwing your arms around his neck. you know you're going to cum soon. he pulls his mouth away from yours and looks at you. really looks at you. you feel like he's trying to read your mind.

suddenly, you're crying a bit. tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. it's all too much.

"i love you," you say it suddenly, "i love you so, so much."

there's a brief pause in his movements, so quick that maybe you imagined it. he doesn't say anything. he's fucking you harder now and his breathing is erratic.

your head falls back, you're almost there.

"please don't stop," you beg. his mouth is sucking at your exposed neck. this sends you over the edge and you feel yourself cum on his cock. he follows shortly after you, moaning and grunting his way through it.

you're both coming down and you feel your sleepiness return. even more tired than you were before. not only from the physical, but emotional intensity as well.

his cum is leaking out of you even though he's still buried deep inside of you. he's still rocking against you gently. you groan a bit when he pulls out.

you realize he's extremely quiet. normally he's telling you how amazing you are. how hard he came. this time he's just looking at you. his eyes are wet and you're worried you did something wrong.

"hey," you wipe his eyes with your thumbs, "what's going on?" you know he probably won't tell you.

he breaks eye contact and looks to a random place in the room. tears are now spilling out down his face. you give him a few more moments to answer, but he doesn't.

he loves you too. he's just having a hard time processing his emotions. that's what you figure anyway.

the two of you stay there for a while, holding each other, but you have to sleep now. you have class in a few hours and can't afford to miss another day.

you kiss his face, tasting his tears on your lips.

you stand up and hold your hand out to him. "we should sleep," you say through a yawn. you'll grill him about all of this later.

he takes your hand and follows you to go clean yourselves up. you both get into bed and he's holding onto you for dear life. you promise him you're not going anywhere. ever.

you fall asleep within minutes. he's up the rest of the night.

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hes traumatized miserable older and sexy i’ve GOT to fuck him

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i don't want characters to be good or right i want them covered in blood

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hey does anybody else get so sad thinking about dale that their chest hurts with emotion and anguish? no? okay

in the 20 years that he stayed in that basement it is unlikely that he had any connection or interaction other than the little he would have with ruth and small interactions with people in public when he goes on errands. no family except for the strange fucked up one he has created. he hopes satan loves him back, but he is a pawn. he wants to be pretty and desirable but people gawk and turn away no matter how many painful procedures he goes through. he spends so much time alone. all to be unloved by pretty much anyone and die in a cold interrogation room. he was so happy to see lee

i wonder if he had moments where he realized this was the path he was going down and just felt awful. i wonder if he cries about what he does and how awful he is. i wonder if he has moments of clarity that this is it, this is the end, and he will do this ‘til the end, that it’s his purpose and there cannot be anymore.

i’m not okay

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thinking abt dale telling u to fuck urself on his cock while he watches u ride him. propped up on his elbows watching u take him as deep as u can. not touching u, just watching u use his body to make urself cum

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if Dale drinks do you think he’s a nice/sweet drunk like hanging on the nearest person and bothering them or do you think he’s more violent and aggressive? doesn’t have to be canon, just based off of vibes alone

Well anon you know I need it to be close to canon, and as a result...I think Dale is a LOUD, SLOPPY, ANNOYING drunk.

I can imagine him when he was younger, performing at bars or watching little gigs he was interested in. Still trying to make the whole glam rocker dream work out.

He drinks a lot some nights, especially when he's feeling down or doubtful (and he drinks something weird like absinthe or something. More metal that way.) And it leads to....Dale being Dale.

He starts screaming along to whatever music is being played. Howling and crooning until he's hoarse. Doesn't even matter if he knows the song, he finds a melody and gets LOUD.

He grabs the nearest lamp or coat rack and drags it onto the floor for a dance (scattering anything hanging on it in the process). Might start talking to it too. Puts his Marc Bolan inspired top-hat on his "partner" and starts wailing at it...

The night eventually ends with him being escorted out - and he's either cackling with laughter or sobbing his eyes out. It's a grim scene regardless, though.

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You’re so based for the child take, he would be a mediocre father at best and a volatile one at worst, and would definitely make sure his kids follow in his footsteps in some way. I see the child being similar to Charlie from hereditary or even Lee. Just this weird little emotionally stunted demon baby.

No literally, as a father he’s subpar at best bc can you see him applying for schools? He wants to homeschool an antichrist baby so no. If you insist on a more normal-ish life for them then he’ll just make it extracurricular. He’d be ok at stuff that works into a routine like the school run or making dinner, but a tantrum (like his kid saying they hate him) would fuck him up. A lot of more complex emotional needs, I don’t think he’s able to meet.

Although, I’ve changed my mind a little on the baby take, I think he’d be ok at changing nappies and stuff like that because he’s seen it all nothing could phase him atp. And stuff like night feeds bc he’s a light sleeper anyway. But if there’s an underlying issue and nonstop crying like colic or smt, he’s taking it personally that his presence isn’t soothing enough because he’s an idiot.

He could potentially be a good uncle or grandparent - weird asf but good. Like the type that humours whatever weird shit kids come up with and takes it really seriously. Just being given the chance to interact with a person that doesn’t have the socialisation to think he’s a complete freak yet would be nice. Bonus points if the kids weird too, he’d love that. Their guardian might have to say it’s time to go home when he starts trying to initiate said child into satanism but until then he’s great.

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Calling Dale mommy. Thoughts?

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Weird freak pervert. I feel like he’d get a special kick out of you calling him that rather than daddy. Do you think he’d maybe even prefer this? Perhaps??..??