#dale kobble x ME!!!!!

[devilst0at]

What I would be doing if I was in that interrogation room fr … he better be ready cause im crawling over the table

(This is essentially longlegs self-ship art if that’s too cringe for u look away friend)

Note height difference I’m 5’3 and kobble is like at least 6 foot I think 🫣 I’ve never been a selfshipper but this creepy old man drives me fucking insane guys. I think if he let me be his best friend and give him kisses maybe he’d stop killing people with dolls

[mostlyghostlyy]

"I think..... I miss my wife" but it's me talking about a 60y/o man named Dale

[lurkstyle]

he’s driving me CRAZY LEAVE ME ALONE

the basement is so clean and orderly. like he has a lot of stuff but it’s all in its little places, the floor is clean, he’s got a cute little setup with a rug and chairs. His handwriting is lovely.

His clothes look clean even though they’re worn, his hair is never greasy, he does his makeup well from what i’ve seen.

His teeth are gorgeous, his hands (hhrmhfhgbgg) are so pretty and well kept. i never understood people thinking he’s disgusting in a hygiene sense because AS THE EVIDENCE SHOWS 🤓 he is not. His whole shtick is being pretty for the devil, i imagine he keeps everything so nice like you do when you have guests over. i think he smells like laundry and an antique store. that’s my man.

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

happy friday the 13th i’m celebrating by writing about that old man’s peen 😃

ok ik Dale is 50-60ish and his dick might not cooperate but I’m so sure he would go to great lengths to be able to fuck someone he wanted. Like I would think working for satan should come with bonuses like being young and able to fuck forever, but Dale’s been let down on everything else so far, maybe he’s only kept fit enough to carry out his duties. And even though imo he’d value actual companionship above sex, if he thinks he’s gonna get some he’s stopping at nothing to make sure it happens and he doesn’t ruin the relationship before it really happens by being unable to meet your expectations.

So anyway imagine he can’t get/keep it up. I feel like his first resort would be something like herbs with aphrodisiac properties (for the aesthetic) - he’s making tea, he’s making weird pastes or salves and applying them directly, he’s powdering and fucking snorting them. If that fails he’s digging up the crustiest dustiest books on magic he can find and poring through old wives tale after old wives tale, making up spell jars and drinking the nastiest concoctions all in an effort to feel all of you, to be able to please you as best he can.

And I think if he could get it up but not last he’s not above numbing cream. Would get unbelievably frustrated that his plan worked and he can’t feel enough, bc let’s be real he doesn’t do things by halves, even if he did get genital specific numbing cream he’s using wayyyy too much. Ends up numb for hours and practically sobbing into your shoulder as he grinds into you, both exhausted but he still can’t cum. When he finally does (maybe you get out a strap/top him) he has never been more satisfied with himself, both of you laid out sweaty and gross, smug little smile despite him still having tears and eyeliner down his face. He will be doing that again.

[devilslamb]

Do you personally think Dale likes being creepy? Or do you think he doesn’t mean it but just comes off as creepy?

hmmmm... honestly i think it's a bit of both. i think hes able to get a kick out of creeping ppl out sometimes. he has that bit of whimsy about him. when he understands hes going to get a true laugh or a positive reaction, he probably does enjoy it.

but i think most of the time, he just comes off as creepy given his stature and personality. it just makes him feel less and less human and it kind of eats at him when he feels people ostrasize him right in front of his eyes. when he can see the snarled gleam of judgement in their eyes.

it gnaws at his brain, and i dont think the outburst he has in the car after his hardware store trip is the first he's had. i think it happens a lot, and i think he's desperate for some kind of positive interaction.

he just is unable to approach someone in a manner that isnt offputting because i think his twenty plus years of being a murderer has completely dwindled him down.

he no longer sees the families he ruins as families but as the dolls he makes. toys. and when youve been staring at something for so long, stuck in that perspective, u never see anything else.

i think this makes it difficult for him to interact with people in a more normal way than what we see him do. hes lost the connection not everyone are dolls. they're not toys, and so he comes off real creepy and strange. while at the same time, feeling less human himself because of how isolated he is.

hes so insular, stuck down in a basement. him and ruth have alienated themselves from everyone and everything. thinks it makes it easier for them to go on with what they're doing to detach from people as whole. except ruth--she still has to interact with people--so she doesnt come off so alarming.

HOWEVERRRR... if you're his partner, i think he'd loveeee to creep you out in anyway that he could because he knows you still see him as a human. as a person. as someone desperately reaching out for connection through humor or affection. and he sees you the same way because you can understand him. can understand that he's forgotten himself. you know he's teasing most of the time with how creepy he can get. he gets a kick out of it, too. he's like a little clown.

[houndsabbath]

i want to see dale in all black, i feel like he’d look even hotter and scarier oooohh my god

[funeralpartyclown]

He would Definitely like putting knives/guns to youre head or neck :} and would watch you squirm in discomfort but you trust him with It.(or *cough* make u squirt rly hard).

I wrote an ENTIRE POST. Then tumblr glitched and deleted it. Omfg.

The irreparable damage inflicted upon my brain by reading creepypasta x readers in elementary school… I need a knife to my neck so bad. did yall ever use quotev… dark times… I would be normal if I never made the mistake of using that and ao3..

Intense below the cut you have been warned.

Cutting your shirt off first. Finely sharpened blade ripping through the fabric, a straight line all the way up your torso. Knowing if it was an inch forward he’d be cutting through the flesh, spilling your guts, and he could do so easily.

Blade resting for a moment between your breasts, so close to your major organs. Telling you in a high tone how he wants to cut them off you.

Running the cold metal across your skin and watching you shiver, pressing the tip gently against you while he drags it in fine lines. Thin little cuts all over you, he’d lick the blood off in long lewd strokes with his mouth open leaving a trail of drool and filth in his wake. Ruining you in every way. Telling you how pretty it is on his fingers when he smears it, how good you taste.

Pressing the blade against your neck. The trust, you tilting your head back and letting him. Exposed, vulnerable. Sharp thick metal so close to your major arteries, and if circumstances were different. He’d have no issue gliding it through, no remorse. Feeling you tremble like prey but you stay put for him.

Outfhiugsjgh. Russian roulette with Dale? The adrenaline and the pounding of your heart hamming so hard in your chest. Seeing the glint of fear in your eyes. Holding you in his lap pressed against him, fingers slipping between your legs feeling how wet you are because he knows you’re filthy enough to get off on that.

The idea of him spattered in your viscera. Opened up just for him. to see your insides, your still warm blood dripping off him knowing it was coursing through your veins while your heart beat for him. Hard under you while he pulls the trigger with a click. Making eye contact and smiling so innocently like he isn’t hard thinking about blowing your brains out.

Or, laying you down. Pushing your legs apart and sliding the cold barrel of the gun inside you. Making you clean it off for him with your tongue after, jamming it inside and practically throatfucking you with it just to watch you drool around it and take it like a good girl.

[greyfingers]

Visual Warnings 𖣠 longlegs / fem!reader

┊ ┊ ⋆˚  Summary: Longlegs takes a special liking to you after you look at him for a little too long.

Not to worry though, Reader has a knife. :)

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nsfw

19k

4/4 chapters.

Warnings: stalking, eventual smut, mild knifeplay, v. mild blood. 🩸

[01131974]

obligitory introduction post:

hello little angels guess who caved in and decided to make a longlegs hornyposting blog (its me)

this blog is mainly going to be about longlegs/lee, if that isnt your taste then feel free to block! this blog is FUBFREE, YKINMKATIO, SALS etc you get the point. curating your internet experience is important for you and the people around you!

feel free to send narsty asks! they dont necessarily have to be about the ship, it can be solo stuff with lee or longlegs too! anything goes here 🎂🐍*

*thats my little dumb ship emoji i made. enjoy

[joeyloganho]

I'm gonna start writing stuff for Longlegs/Dale Kobble. Please send me things. I will satiate all our nasty needs.

[devilst0at]

my personal take on dale with someone like a significant other is that he would actually be quite sweet and gentle despite him being … y’know, a serial killer by proxy and generally just an unsettling person. the only time we see him being physically violent towards someone (besides himself lol) in the movie is when he ties up ruth in that one scene, otherwise he’s relatively docile most of the time, doing his work from behind the scenes - and besides, if he does commit acts to harm people, it’s for satan and because he’s trying to fulfill something or reach a goal in the name of satan, not necessarily because it’s in his nature or because he enjoys hurting people. with a significant other or even just a one night stand or something i think he’d be so touch starved and covetous of that person that he would be quite sweet and lovey, especially if he really liked that person - even if it comes out in sort of a creepy or clumsy way. i think if he was creepy it would be in sort of a sweet way, like just being a bit over-affectionate or squeezing you into a hug and not letting go while he mumbles to you about how much he likes you. he means well but he’s just a lil odd.

like, he’d definitely be clingy and huggy and give very sweet gentle kisses. and he’d try to be a gentleman like reaching things for you, opening doors for you or even carrying you if you’re tired. i think he seems like the kind of person that love could really heal - maybe part of the reason he became an agent of the devil in the first place was even FOR love and attention to an extent, even if satan’s love is different and more complex and not entirely fulfilling. i think he’d just melt and even sort of become more of a person again if someone loved him and took care of him. if he actually had a long-term s/o, of course eventually with their consent i think he would get a little more handsy and rough and nasty but never anything his s/o didn’t want and reciprocate. shit if he was mine i would probably be more overbearing to him rather than the other way around 💀

i can imagine holding his face in my hands and telling him that he’s so pretty and that i love and want him and him just breaking down into tears, i mean judging from how teary he gets meeting lee he obviously is capable of getting very emotional and sentimental. and i think since he seems to inwardly feel insecure and maybe a bit ugly, since he wears the makeup to kind of try and look better and since people generally don’t have a positive reaction to him, someone telling him that they really like him and think he’s desirable would just break him down. like he wouldn’t believe you at first but then he’d be so weepy and happy that you actually like him.

and i definitely think he’d call his s/o all kinds of cutesy pet names like angel and sweetie/sweetheart. and he’d definitely love gentle touches from someone else like petting his hair or holding his hand or kissing his nose. i can just see him getting all happy and giggly at stuff like that and flashing you that adorable smile/head tilt. like don’t get me wrong i do think he could get FREAKKY absolutely but i can also see this man being so gentle and sweet if someone gave him the chance. someone probably hasn’t given him a genuine hug in like 20 years or so and i wanna see him just be so enamored by a hug that if you try to let go/break away from his grasp he doesn’t let you go and just begs you to stay a few more minutes.

🥲 i love him so much i wanna save him (from the hell of living)

[mostlyghostlyy]

dale is such a freak I hate him sm I want him to corner me and grope me while i have a panic attack and can’t fight him off (idc if he’d be unaware or just don’t gaf) sorry. sorry

Something similar, I've had this cooking up for a while.

Imagine you’re out in a public place, maybe a mall with a few of your girlfriends, just planning on having a good time and spending a shitload of money. Walking around bags in hands, when one of your friends points out a man sitting on one of the benches. He is just staring into space, mouth opened and muttering. The three of you start mocking his appearance, trying to contain the giggles at whispered jokes. That is when one of your friends dares you to go up and flirt with him. They’re looking at you expectantly, so you shrug and go along. It's just a joke after all, no harm no foul.

You stroll over to his bench, “This seat taken?” You motion to the bench. He looks up at you as if awoken from a trance, smiles and shakes his head. You sit, and he leans away from you to get a better look. Your friend's snickering in the corner, but he doesn't seem to notice all of his attention drawn to you. “Shame to see such a handsome man sitting all alone. You waiting on a wife or something? Maybe she's in one of these stores trying on a pretty dress to impress you.”

He blinks dumbfounded, smile frozen on his face. “Wife?” His hands fidgeting with the ring on his finger. “No….. no…. wife, I-,” A little breathless laugh. You rest your head in your hand, eyeing him amusedly, while he tried to form a coherent sentence. This was easier than you’d thought it would be, usually it takes at least a few lines before they devolve into muddled messes. You tap him lightly on the shoulder, and he lets out a small moan at your touch. You stifle a giggle and continue. Putting on your best flirty voice, “Whats your name, tiger?” Pushing the hair from his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Dale,” he responds lightly, still nuzzling into your hand. You pull it away disgusted, but quickly regain your composure. “And what’s your name, Angel?” You let out a chuckle and lean close. He smells musty and sweaty, you wonder when was the last time he showered. Whispering in his ear “You can call me whatever you want, baby.” You feel his whole body shutter, his hands slowly coming up to caress your face. A glance down would reveal his growing erection, wet spot now gracing his pants. You lean in, as if to kiss him. He shuts his eyes, ready to receive the act bestowed upon him.

Dale’s eyes shoot open when he hears you start to laugh, starting as a giggle and upgrading to a full guffaw. Your girlfriends run up, equally as in tears as you are. Snickering and holding each other upright. “Oh my god, did you see his face?” one giggles “He totally would have cum in his pants if you kissed him, just look at how hard he is.” Dale looks away ashamed, tears welling up in his eyes. “It was just a joke!” You croon, “We were just trying to have some fun! Don't act like you didn't enjoy it.”

He gets up and walks away, his face a shade of scarlett as he curses you under his breath. What was to be expected for him? He should’ve known this was some kind of cruel prank, no doubt the angels of heaven sent you to make him more miserable than he already is. He finds a quiet and secluded place, he is still revved up from your touching him. He jerks off until he is satisfied. Deciding that he wants to find you again to teach you a lesson.

He watches as you waive your friends off, you’re stopping to use the restroom. Its a single stall, wonderful. Nice and private. Entering you walk up to the mirror and do some makeup touch-ups. Startled when he starts pounding on the door. “Occupied.” You hiss, and continue. The knocking gets louder and more aggressive, you groan. Rolling your eyes “There is someone in here, dipshit. Find another bathroom.” It continues, you reluctantly but angrily walk over to the door. Swinging it open “Look asshole-” A hand flies over your mouth and you’re pushed backwards into the room. Realization hits you, it's the same man from earlier.

“Okay, Angel,” He huffs “Im going to remove my hand, but if you scream, I will cut out your tongue and make you eat it. Understand, beautiful?” You nod, and he pulls his hand away. You start begging for your life, forgiveness. Threatened apologies trickling out of your mouth in shuttering gasps. Of course you have no choice but to ask him what he wants. “I want what I was promised, Angel. You cant just treat a man like this, and expect him not to come and claim the prize.” He has you pushed up against the sink, hands stuck out behind you grasping the cold plaster. Your face turned away and eyes tightly shut. “And most of all, i want a real fucking apology.” With the last word, he tears your shirt open.

Your skin prickles at the unprotected air, he enjoys watching you breath in and out panicked. You wince when he reaches under your bra. Nipples already perked up from the cold air, he pinches and fondles them. One hand traveling up to grab at your throat, squeezing softly. “Im sorry, im so fucking sorry.” You rasp. He snorts. “Try again later, Princess.”

Yelping, he grabs you and flips you around. Your ass to him, and now you’re facing the mirror. Black streaks of mascara stained down your face, complexion both pale and flushed simultaneously. He tears down your pants, relishing your cries for mercy. Mocking the appeals for pity.

“Relax, Angel. Aren't you having fun?” He hisses in your ear before yanking your panties down. His erection fully grown and painful for him. No more teasing. He bends you over the sink, lining himself up and slowly moving his hips to fully lodge himself inside. He does this on purpose to make it as painful for you as he can. You scream and grit your teeth as he begins grinding into you. Your hands and elbows digging into the white of the sink, you begin feeling nauseous. Head drooping down to stare at the drain. Dale notices this, and yanks your head back with a fistful of your hair. Giving you no choice but to watch yourself in the mirror. Observing how his head flies back with every thrust, and how his hand keeps roaming over your body as if it cannot find a good perch. Watching as he rails you without mercy, pace brutal and bruising. Hitting deep within you, and probing your cervix. Involentarly letting out a moan of pleasure, arching your back. Unconsciously letting your hips thrust to meet his. “Do you like that!? Do you like that!? Do you like that!?” He screams after every thrust. Words starting out clear, then getting jumbled the closer he gets.

His whines ratchet up, and you've been with enough guys to figure that he's getting close to orgasm. Begging him in your mind to pull out, not to cum inside you. As if he could read your thoughts he climaxes. Hot strings of cum coat the inside of your womb, leaking around his cock. He leans on you, panting heavily. Peeling his sticky skin off yours. Watching as you sink to the floor in dismay, he laughs. “Relax, Angel. It was only a joke.”

[lurkstyle]

y’all ever call dale cuz you miss his silly voice or am i cooked

(i’m cooked)

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

Do u think dale snores? If so u think its loud and anoying or soft and kinda cute?

I think he breathes with his mouth closed like once the whole movie so yeah he def snores. Maybe not really loud, probably only annoying if you need complete silence to sleep. The more annoying thing might be him starfishing on top of you with his full weight.

[chubbygirlmaddy14]

The Dollmaker: The Cabin

Dale Kobble x reader

A/N: This is not proof-read and I’m so incredibly sorry for the wait, college and work have not been nice to me but I finally have a chapter up so hope you enjoy!! :3

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Chapter 18: The Cabin (1,115 words)

The drive felt way longer than it was. The tension was rising every mile we drove. What was I going to do now? I'm spending the next week or two in a cabin with a murderer, not just anyone though.

Longlegs

The one man I had been on the hunt for ever since I got here, and now he's driving my car up to a cabin for us to hide away. The trees started melting together as I looked out the window for too long drowning in my head before I felt his hand on my thigh, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You okay?" he said softly looking up at me as I turn my head, "yeah I just... it's all so much." grabbing my hand he kisses it softly before holding it tight, "I promise we'll work it through."

I smile back at him before he pulls off into the driveway, going through the hidden woods before seeing the cabin sitting there. Parking the car we get out, grab all of our stuff, and unlocking the door set all of our stuff down in the living room.

It was past midnight by the time we got there, exhaustion hitting me harder than I expected it. Turning around Dale walks over, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine comes up to his shoulders. "It'll all be okay my little angel," leaning down his lips meet mine, making me pull him in closer.

All my fears and worries melted into his lips, making me as relaxed as I think i'll ever be again. Pulling away to catch my breath I see his eyes not looking away from me, "what?"

He shrugs, still smiling down at me "how did I get little miss fbi agent wrapped around my finger?" Rolling my eyes I slap his arm playfully as I walk away before feeling him come behind and pick me up. My laughs and "let me go" fall through deaf ears before he's sitting us down on the couch making me comfy in his lap.

  Resting my head on his chest I sigh as he pushes his fingers through my hair, carefully untangling the knots that had made their way into it, "you have a lot on your mind." I take a deep breath before looking up at him, "what are we gonna do?"

  He looks at me confused a bit before I talk again, "I'm on one of the longest going murder cases where we live, and now i'm sitting on said murderers lap letting him play with my hair as we hide from everyone so you don't get caught."

  Not saying a word he just sits and listens to me, "they know what you look like now... it'll only be a matter of time." Pushing my head back against his chest, he sits like he's as calm as can be.

  "I have a friend that will make all this go away sweetheart, you don't need to worry about a thing." Closing my eyes I take a deep breath, the sound of his heart beat soon pulling me into sleep without realizing it.

Longlegs POV:

  I knew he would fix all this mess that led up to this. Looking down at y/n, I can't help but smile, she was my gift. A gift he sent just for me and all that I've done for him. I couldn't think of anything better.

  Seeing her passed out against me, I stand up and make my way into the closest bedroom that I found, setting her down to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

  Moving away from the room for a bit I look around the small house, the little photos of her family and her as she grew up throughout the years, getting to know little things about her more through them. I needed her just like she needs me.

  It was small yes, but it felt right being here knowing she was here voluntarily. She didn't run, she didn't scream, she didn't need to fight me before taking me down to turn me in. I knew she wouldn't have, but I could tell she was scared of it all.

  I understood why though, she could get in trouble just like me, but the drive over made me realize more and more that he'll soon help me.

  Moving back to the room, I make my way under the covers to feel her moving into my side. "Get some rest, don't spend all night staring at me creep." I giggle a bit, rubbing her back as I kiss her forehead softly, "but I like staring at you."

  If her eyes were open I would've seen them rolling back like always, I can make them roll another way. Shaking my head from the thoughts I close my eyes as I hear her breathing even as soon falling asleep beside her.

Y/N POV:

  I wake up feeling the sun shine through the curtains, groaning as it hits against my face. Feeling the bed beside me empty, I sit up confused looking around the room. Standing up, I stretch my back out before heading into the kitchen.

Where is he?

  The front door opens wide, dale walking in with groceries and my eyes go wide. "Morning my angel," he says moving past me to set the bags down before looking over at me. "Why did you leave? You could've been seen, you know you can't do that. Do you wanna get caught I just-" I ramble on and on keeping eye contact with him.

  He walks closer, his hands moving onto my face as I keep talking before he leans in, pushing his lips against mine. My eyes fall closed as I relax into him, grabbing his wrists to keep him there.

His hands soon moved to my hips, picking me up without letting go each other and setting me on the counter. My legs wrap around his waist to pull him in more, the kiss growing heated.

  I pull away from him to catch my breath, his lips moving down to my neck as he squeezes my waist, "Dale-" my breathing gets heavy, leaning my head back giving him more access "I have work to do~"

  He pulls away looking in my eyes, "I don't think you mind it though do you?" His hands fall on my chin pulling my face closer to him.

  My face turns bright red, "make me some breakfast and maybe I'll show you if I do or not." He smirks before kissing me one more time, pulling away and moving to the groceries.

This is going to be a long two weeks

[houndsabbath]

wanting to fuck longlegs has made me realize that i also just want to fuck nicolas cage