#dale cobble x reader

[houndsabbath]

[kozmicdreamz]

My contribution to the fandom i guess

[mostlyghostlyy]

do we think longlegs eats pussy

— sincerely, a fellow longlegs fucker

Brother, I think this man would do anything a woman let him do.

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Sit on his face. Don't worry about giving him oxygen, he doesn't worry when you give him head. He will go at it for hours, licking and probing at your pussy with his tongue and fingers, wanting to get every last drop of your restraint to disappear before he fucks you good and properly. His tongue licking stripes up your cunt like a starved man. Pull his fucking hair he'd love it.

100% the type to bite. Everywhere. Your thighs, your folds, your clit. EVERYWHERE he possibly can. If you don't like that, it's too damn bad because he for sure isn't going to stop. On the same note he won't stop going down on you until he feels like it. He tells you when it's over, not the other way around. You got plans but he's not finished with you? Guess you gotta reschedule. Will make you late for work if he decides he's in the mood.

Man makes the most lewd noises. Think of a mukbang eater. Sloppy and loud and inconsiderate. Nobody said slurping up all of your juices was going to be a quiet task. His moans and whines cause the sweetest vibrations I can tell.

So yes, definitely eats pussy

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

Okay, okay, listen. Kobble does a lot of peacocking. If he knows he's going to be interacting with you, he's 100% putting on the most glamorous outfit he has, just to impress you. He takes hours getting ready and preening over his appearance because he wants to look pretty for you. His outfits are always dialed up to 10. No way he's letting you see him half prepared. Ever. He thinks if he stands out, he has a better chance of gaining your interest.

Thoughts?

He’s so babygirl, literally spending hours getting ready to see his crush wow.

It kinda looks like he only has the one outfit - oooo wait maybe he has a specific murder activity outfit. I think he had more than one tshirt so maybe he does just save his nice clothes for special occasions. And seeing you would be right up there in special occasions. He’s got that attachment to the colour white so it would still be all white. I’m thinking either he rotates his nicest outfits, or has one specifically for when he expects to see you. He has no concept of it being weird to be seen in just that one set of clothes.

After getting dressed he’d sit in front of his mirror doing his makeup and staring at the pictures he’d taken of you from a distance, sleeping, at least one silhouette of you in the shower. He’s got some of them stuck around the edge of the mirror for exactly these moments. He looks at them for a little too long and has to take a break to rub one out then get back to his eyeliner.

The first time you compliment his clothes or his makeup he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Yeah, it was the intended outcome for you to notice him, but he isn’t used to the positive attention and his brain blanks. Just staring at you smiling and breathing heavily.

Oh, and he’d be so embarrassed the first few times you saw him in more casual clothes. He’s running an errand in his house clothes and dressing gown, sees you and almost wants to hide. Tease him about his old man slippers and he’ll go bright red, but he’s glad you’re still talking to him.

[underwhelp]

An Unusual Day

A one night stand? Okay.

Your left leg lay behind him, your other knee pressed up against him. You could smell the soap he used when you rubbed your nose into his shoulder, trying to reach his neck to brush your lips into his soft flesh.

You're not sure how you ended up here really. This man definitely wasn't the sort of man you thought you'd have your first one night stand with, when he approached you outside that random hardware store, you felt ready. It was you that proposed it. To follow this stranger into his car, then to some woman's house, down into the basement. It felt like a right of passage, it sounded like the start of a horror movie.

His head was down, his chin almost touching his chest, watching your hand moving under the clothes, stroking his cock. His eyes dark, glittering, lips parted, his only sounds are whinny sighs.

There was only enough room to cup him in his unbuttoned white trousers, the awkward angle left your wrist aching. Your reach down further to caress his furry balls, massaging the orbs before fingering the seam, this makes his head relax until his wispy hair lays over your forehead. You notice that his lashes are as pale as the hair on his head, you think about what the hair you're brushing through around his cock.

You leave his balls, coming back up to take in the heat of his staff, its hot and when you circle the head, its dripping. When you suck his ear into mouth he lets out a long breath.

You smile. You feel a thrill of excitement rush up through your core, your cunt clenches. Having a man give himself over so completely was, exhilarating. You thought you could even taste the tension in the air, but the damp from the cellar room and his sweat flashed before your eyes.

You used your whole hand to stroke him, long firm pressure. You took your time feeling the whole length, the throbbing vein, the silky skin that moved up over the thick ridge of his weeping head.

You see a stain starting on the crotch of his pants, your hand is slick. There's no movement but from your hand and his chest. Everything was so still.

When he turns his head and moves his arm to push his body into yours, your breasts rubbing into the buttons on his vest, he gives you an open mouth kiss, just to pull back and moan loud. His hot cum spills over your hand, thick and sticky.

Unblinking, you watch his face. his eyes heavy lidded but he's watching you back. His pale skin is flushed, his age is hidden in the gloom.

"Angel." He breathes out. Soft and high pitched.

You bring your cum covered hand up, and with your fingertips, rub his spend onto his own lips. His tongue flicks out, a heady moan rushes out, tasting himself. He leans back in, another open kiss, this time it lasts.

That's how you stay, in the dark of some woman's basement, holding eachother tight, later you wonder about the doll propped up over in the corner.

[joeyloganho]

Imagine walking into your house after a long day of work. You're tired and you want to rest and relax, but a certain someone has a bit different plans than you.

As you set your keys down and take your shoes off, you feel a hand suddenly cover your mouth and pull your head back. Dale holds you close to him with his other hand, carefully roaming over your stomach and precariously up your shirt. He moans into your ear, breathing heavily as he grinds up against you from behind.

"right on time, angel. I've been waiting for you..." He says, kissing at your ear.

You don't struggle. You knew he'd be here. He always visited. You were his best friend, besides the man downstairs. He wanted you. All the time. And he had you right now. He sniffed at your hair as he touched your chest.

"ohhh...angel...you always get me riled up. What am I going to do with you?" He asks in his higher pitched tone. He lets go of your mouth so you can speak.

"Dale...I had a long day." You tell him, though you're enjoying him giving you attention. He holds your waist roughly and laughs.

"let me make you feel better then. I can help you fall asleep" he smiles, turning you to face him finally. He places gentle kisses on your lips, brushing his hands through your hair as he tried to relax you. "Let me help you...sweet angel..." He hums. You nod, and he leads you to the bedroom.

"lay down..." He growls, and of course you do. He starts to slowly take off his clothes, and your own, singing while he does so. "I'm... going to...make you feel so good. So tired..." He sings to you, only stopping to kiss your thighs. "Close your eyes, sweetheart. All you need to do. Is relax."

[ohtheewhorer]

Dale “Longlegs” Kobble x Clingy/Dom Gf!Reader

I can’t stop thinking about how tragic Dale’s life was and how it ended in the movie… (828 words)

So we know that Oz Perkins made Dale a very layered character with one of those layers being that, aside from being so evil, he’s a very sad and lonely old man.

Dale is definitely so used to being feared and avoided that it’s natural for him to be alone for long periods of time. He never goes out much unless it’s to run some errands for himself or Satan. At home, he’s either making his dolls, singing and head-banging to his music, or straight up talking to himself.

Then, you come along. Probably as roommates or maybe you’d eventually move in to his home after sometime of dating. You and Dale instantly click because your interests align. You both love music, crafts, dressing up and such. Not to mention you’re an absolute angel in his eyes; bubbly, full of heart, and always willing to see the good in others. And you’re also very perceptive and could easily identify that Dale is in desperate need of someone who’ll care enough about him. The world’s so ostracizing of misfits and he’s been casted aside for so long that he’s not only accepted it but embraced it to the point where he simply does not care to conform.

But you don’t ever wish for him to conform. You love the way he is and despite what he may say regarding his insecurities of his appearance ‘fading’ youth, you find him so breathtakingly beautiful and you only wish he could see it. The only ways in which you’ve expressed this is by being so doting and loving to him.

The way you’d hang on his every word, hold him, sometimes clinging to his side even when he’s busy working in the basement, or telling him he’s beautiful and that you love him every chance you get, and, of course, in the way you kiss and make love to him.

At first, Dale’s probably uncomfortable and maybe a little annoyed, wondering why is it that you wished to be so close to him all the time. But give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s just not use to such sincere love like this and one day it legit makes him cry to the point where he’s sobbing so loud and you just end cradling him and telling him everything’s okay and that you’re here for him now.

No more were the days would Dale come home to a quiet and empty home because he’d barely get a foot through the threshold of his house before your jumping him and peppering his plump face with big wet kisses. No longer were there days or even weeks where Dale would go hungry, because you’d always whip him a good home-cooked meal making sure he’s well-fed and hydrated.

One day he’s home alone because your probably at work or out with friends, and these anxious feelings like the fear of abandonment would just hit him hard. He’s worried that you’ll leave him one day and he’ll be all alone again. That meant no more of your warm hugs, playing in his hair, or hearing your sweet voice singing to him. And whenever Dale gets scared, he does irrationally things. So he’s just planning ways he could keep you from ever leaving him like searching up ways to slowly brainwash you and make him be all that you need.

You learn of this tactic one day when he’s acting all suggestive and weird around you. Then, you stumble upon the collection of books he’s purchased that are about persuasion and other psychological things. And you simply laugh and feel so happy, telling him that you’re not going anywhere.

“Why else would I be stuck to you like glue, Dale?”You say. “I’m never leaving you and you’ll never leave me.” Because you’re just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

And you’d show him just how obsessed you are late in your shared bedroom where you bound his hands and legs to each post of the bed and ride him until he sees God. And even after he’s cum already 2 times, you push his limits and overstimulate him because you know he can take it. The squish and squelch of your combined fluids and symphony of moans gives you the great idea to record the noise as a gift for him to sample in a song he’ll make someday for you both to listen to.

Then for aftercare, you’d both soak in a nice hot bath and he’d lay against your chest while you shampoo his hair and lightly scratch his scalp. And you’d take the time to wash his body and really take your time admiring and caressing every part of him, handling his pretty cock with care. And it’s in that moment where he truly allows himself the freedom to bask in such wonderful treatment of him and maybe he doesn’t feel like he deserves it but you’re pretty damn convincing.

~All of this to say, I want to pamper and love on Dale *sigh*

[funeralpartyclown]

Please I'm actually begging on my knees and crying violently for you to do a one shot or a story of Longlegs kidnapping fem reader but not for anything ritualistic (well not all the way, lmao there's no avoidence) and he's just so soft with her, like he genuinely loves her and he has to keep reassuring her that he won't hurt her?! Pleaseeeeeee🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭😭😭😭

Okay anon I hope this satiates your desires. I could also do a second chapter to this and I think I might..

Everyone send me more suggestions PLEAAASE I will never get tired of talking about him

[adelaidagreenflower]

Little animation of Dale and a his special doll 🔻

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Can you do a soft yandere Dale Kobble story??

How soft we talking? Like with fluff? Because I can do that

Her little stalker

Warnings: ones in the title and gore

She was waiting for a friend to come over, and pick her up. They were sitting on their sofa and reading a book as they patiently waited for her to come over. Truth be told, she had no clue that someone was stalking, nor did she ever believe someone would stalk her in the first place since she didn’t really do anything interesting

She was mainly at work most of the time, and inside her house on days off to get rest. But what was different about today was, her friend convinced her to go to the bookstore. She couldn’t say no to going to her favorite place of course. She did finally glance up from her book to check the time

5:00 pm. Her friend didn’t live too far away from her, and so this makes her worried. But she realizes she was just overthinking that something bad had happened to her friend. Her friend held a knife close to him, trying to protect himself from the stranger in his home that was trying to hurt him

He was shorter than Dale, and didn’t have much muscle either. Dale was looking at him with the most sinister grin the man has ever seen. The fear seemed to have won over him, since the blade was now in Dale’s hands with a swift motion of getting the blade out of his hand. Now Dale doesn’t take his time, he begins to stab the man profusely in the chest. In and out, and in and out the blade went through his chest

Blood getting on him, and the floor. Blood was on Dale’s face as his body was slumped onto the ground now. Dale doesn’t stop though, he just keeps putting the blade in and out of the man’s chest. Pent up anger and frustrations from how her friend had treated her finally being released after seeing how he would make her uncomfortable by sexual remarks that she clearly never felt the same way about

Dale finally stops when he hears a gasp, but not a gasp of horror. She had decided to check up on her friend. She walks over to the place, and once there, she took the key from under the mat to get in. The gasped had left her lips, but was in shock. Dale looks at her, and his facial expression softened immediately. “Little angel- sweet little angel” he spoken as he stood up, and approached her

She doesn’t back away, but felt happy by the man’s actions. “You’re free, my sweet innocent little angel! I saved you little angel! I saved you from that creep” Dale continues as he smiles now. She smiles back, and said a soft “thank you.” “You’re welcome sweet little angel”

[hamptrrrr]

NSFW UNDER CUT

Dale would totally fuck a doll he made to look like you if you ever had to separate for a while or do long distance 👀

[houndsabbath]

riding dale in the back of his car, music blasting, death gripping your tits, his eyes squeezed shut as he's trying so hard to not come yet, letting out the most pathetic high pitched moans, i feel like this would be one of his favorite ways to make love w/ his partner

[mostlyghostlyy]

how do you think dale would feel about age gaps :3 being that he’s pushing 70 he definitely has to have experience (i think) 😭

Sorry anon the poll said otherwise!! The man is a virgin!!

He would definitely be into age gaps. The power dynamic is all fucked up and he would flurrish under the hierarchy that it provides. He would love to boss you around. Feigning a concerned parent aura while he gets to know you, then quickly reversing the role to a sexual pervert. You’re so young and single! He has to make his move now before a better looking and younger suiter comes and steals you away.

He would love to act like he’s the one in charge, manhandling you in public and showing you off as his bright eyed and much younger s/o. He’d parade you around like a badge of honor. A sort of “fuck you” to everyone in society that told or implied that he was nothing. Now look at him! Pushing 60 with a cute girl on his arm that is about 40 years his junior! Just like a regular old rockstar! Bitchin.

He’s constantly making lewd comments about the age gap. Telling you how he's going to teach you things about the world, as he snakes his hand around your neck and runs his tongue over your lips. Oh he’ll be such a good teacher for you he promises. But about the only thing he's good at is grinding against your leg for minutes before blowing his load. The softest brush on his thigh and he's already cumming. He lied on the job application.

After a while it is obvious that he has never had sex. His odd movements and erratic pace seem too needy for how he portrays himself. He would probably be embarrassed to admit he has no experience with women. So he just pretends to play the part of a suave, silver fox when in reality the slightest hint of reciprocation reduces him into a moaning, pathetic excuse of a man. You can't help but take pity on him, it's just so damn shameful to see.

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

Thinking about comforting longlegs

He’s very emotionally volatile, much more so without someone to come home to, but it’s often still not enough. He needs you to be so so so attentive when he’s upset, he does not care about being annoying. If you don’t immediately drop whatever you’re doing to hold him, he’s crying and whining like you have actually just kicked him in the face. The longer he thinks you’re ignoring him, the more likely he is to literally drop to his knees and hold onto you so you have no choice but to pay attention to him.

He’ll crumple into a little ball on the nearest surface, he wants his face in your chest (esp if you have boobs) or the crook of your neck. He’s talking out loud about what upset him but it’s half gibberish, coming out strained and high pitched. Stroking over his hair, back and shoulders under his shirt would get him to calm down. He might tell you what’s wrong, he might decide he wants a boob in his mouth.

Either way he wants you to verbally reassure him, too. Tell him he’s pretty and funny and you would never leave him, or he’ll ramp right back up again and start crying, convinced you don’t want him anymore. With all the attention, he’s bound to get worked up let’s be real, ending up grinding lazily against your thigh with his arms wrapped tight around you. He’d be happy to finish like that, or any way you saw fit, as long as he can stay as close to you as possible. Speaking of boobs in his mouth, he could very possibly have a mommy kink (WHOA what who said that). I think he’d like both the comfort and the taboo.

He would be so pliant once he calmed down - probably the quietest you’ve ever seen him. He’ll just lie there staring at you, tracing patterns or song lyrics against your skin, or playing with the ends of your hair until he falls asleep.

[anarchy-n-glitter]

sorry it took so long to get this chapter out i had to take a break cause of the subject matter and also work on my dnd campaign lmao

[joeyloganho]

before i even knew i had a thing for longlegs there was just something about his hands……..the scene where he sings and just moving his hands… whew 🥵

I am RIGHT THERE with you my anon pal. i have a thing about hands to begin with but Dale's are fuckin HOT!!!

Like, just imagine them on your waist...he'd put them there gently at first while he leaned into kiss you. But then he'd start getting rougher and grabbing you harshly as the kiss moved into other territories.

And don't even get me started on how perfectly his hands go around your throat. He would love to keep his hand there all the time, whether he was actively choking you or just holding his hand there, feeling your pulse under his thumb.