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[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*

[mostlyghostlyy]

Me staring at Dale after trying to have a serious conversation, and he breaks out into song for the fifth goddamn time:

[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

[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.

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

If you do requests at all, can you do a yandere longlegs oneshot? Like a lobg one...IM THIRSTY ✋🏻😩

this isnt really that long but i’m giving you two times dale jorked it creepy style.

tw - kind of somno, stalking, voyeurism, breaking in?? idk i think that covers it

———

Finding a window to get through had been the easiest part. Soundlessly making his way into your room not much harder. He’d already wandered aimlessly through your home when you weren’t there, leaving with a few souvenirs. But this time there was purpose to his visit. He wanted to see you, without you being able to step away when he got too close for comfort.

Standing in your doorway, he could see the gentle rise and fall of your chest from under the covers and had to steel himself to not wake you. As he stepped closer, his breath hitched at the view of your sleeping face, almost unable to control his excitement. Inching even closer with practiced ease, he knelt down to face you, wanting to take in as much detail as possible. The fine hairs dusting your skin, the light hum of your breathing, your closed eyes shifting. What could you be dreaming? Naively, he thought, he wished it was of him. The most you’d acknowledged him was a polite smile and short replies to whatever thought he blurted out when he saw you. Still more than anyone else had bothered in a long time. You had laughed once, more than just a courteous huff, he had made you properly laugh. Every night since he had lain awake thinking of ways to do it again.

And now he was here with you. This close, the smell of you was so much stronger than what lingered on his growing collection of your clothes. Ghosting his hands ever so slightly over the curve of your hip through your covers, he resisted the urge to claw into you and never let go. Instead, his other hand dropped down to palm at his growing bulge. Taking deep, slow breaths to steady himself, he let his hand travel up your torso and over your chest. His fingertips reaching up for your neck, where he was sure he could see your pulse.

You stirred abruptly. Huffing and readjusting in your sleep. He jumped back, hiding behind the doorframe again. Unsure how much more it would take to wake you, he pulled his fly back up reluctantly and crept out the way he came. After a miserable walk back to his parked car, he slid into the driver’s seat and reached into his pocket. The underwear you had worn today and tossed onto the top of your laundry - he smiled giddily as he brought it up to his face. Inhaling deeply, his other hand raced back down to his aching dick, making quick work of freeing himself. It didn’t take long for him to finish, thrusting erratically up into his fist and spilling across his knuckles. Taking a few last breaths, he took your underwear from his face and wiped the dashboard clean of his mess. Then he folded it neatly, putting it carefully in the glovebox. Key back in the ignition and music on, he pulled onto the road, already planning his next visit.

———

Through the crack in the door he watched you. Your head turned away, he could just see the side of your face and your outline under the blanket, but that was enough. The light from your TV casting a glow over you, dim enough for you to not make him out even if you did turn around.

Just like every other time he found himself in your house, he couldn’t help but let his hand wander to palm at himself, not willing to risk the sound of unbuckling his belt. Rocking his hips into his hand as he kept watching you. Images of you replacing his hand ran through his mind. Your mouth, your hands, anything. He thought of you standing from where you lay now, walking right up and dropping to your knees begging to take care of him, wanting to make him feel good.

Still on your sofa, you giggled at something on the screen and he cursed himself for missing what caused it. Biting down on his free hand to keep quiet, he pressed his palm down firmer, ignoring the sting of friction. The hours he’d spent hiding while you went through your at evening routine meant he was already close. After all that time waiting for release even this felt overstimulating, tears streaking down his face. Your face turned ever so slightly more towards him, he could make out your smile. As much as he adored it, he couldn’t help but imagine wiping it off your face. Gripping your hair and making you watch him come apart, showing you the effect you had on him. Watching your mouth fall open while he fucked you and hearing you cry out for more, tears streaked down your face while you beg for him. That was enough to send him reeling, the tang of his blood in his mouth as he curled in on himself and bit down harder. Taking in slow stuttering breaths in an attempt to stay silent, when could stand he leant back against the wall out of sight. Pretending that instead of your cold hallway, he was curled up with you under your blanket.

After a short while you rose from your spot and shuffled along to your room. Creeping out of your way, he couldn’t help but grin as he watched your sleepy face from the other end of the corridor. From a few feet away he carefully took note of all your bedtime rituals, and finally came to rest against your doorway when the lights were all off. He waited patiently until your breath deepened and he was sure you were asleep to step lightly up to your bed, kneeling to bring himself closer to your face. Reaching out slowly, he touched his fingertips to your face, gliding over the skin of your cheek gently. So soft under his calloused hands, he suppressed a laugh, almost not believing where he was despite this being far from his first visit. Far from even his first time touching you. Lost tracing patterns lightly across any skin he could reach.

Minutes turned to hours without you stirring, he thought you must know his touch by now. Still kneeling despite the growing ache in his knees, he inched even further forward. Holding his breath and laying his head lightly on the space next to your head, eyes blown wide as he watched for any sign of you waking. After several more moments of calm, he relaxed into the softness of your pillow, ignoring the strain of the odd angle. Too wrapped up in you to care about anything but your soft breaths fanning over his face. Once again he lost track of how long he stayed frozen like that, deep in the fantasy of waking up to you beside him, getting to climb in next to you every night. Until the first sounds of birds started, and the room began to lighten. He peeled himself from your pillow and stood, taking one last long look at you before he crept away once more.

———

Hours later, as you rifled through your post, you noticed a small plain envelope unsealed with no address. You pulled out a card, the faint waft of a floral perfume coming with it. On the front was a cherub surrounded by hearts, opening it up, you found a string of carefully inscribed but unreadable symbols.

[lurkstyle]

i have once again noticed a microscopically insignificant detail that has consumed my every thought

there’s no way in hell ruth made that for him right… but in my land of delusion she totally did because it’s much darker colors than both the sweaters she wears TEEEHEE (he definitely just stole it from upstairs for that reason)

[funeralpartyclown]

dale 100% does drag in his free time and i wanna help him make his outfits send tweet

I bet he does so much weird shit in his free time. Like realistically he can’t spend all his time on the dolls what is he up to down there.

He would LOVE to have you help him with it, trying out different outfits, do his makeup for him, (and sit in his lap) blast music so hard you shake the walls. He’s so performative I bet he’d put on a little act for you and dance super awkwardly. Or maybe he secretly has killer moves but then he dislocates something because he’s too old to be doing all that

[4thelittleth1ngs]

dale whispering sweet nothings to you in public O__o

this man is the biggest dirty talker.

whispering dirty things in your ear at all times. while you're alone, it's good. but it's even better while you're in public. you feel his cool, dry skin against the bare skin of your back. his longs spindly fingers trace patterns on your back as his hot breath tickles your ear.

he leans in closer. "i'm going to touch you," he says, and it causes tingles to go up your spine. you shiver with anticipation. you are acutely aware of how close the two of you are.

hisvoice....it's so..... beautiful. he's so beautiful. his skin, pale, like a porcfelain doll. his piercing blue eyes stare holes into your skin. you feel like you're burning up, whenever he speaks.

he sings into your ear, dirty things. "let me in, now," he sings, melodic and low, "you know it'll be nice."

[devilslamb]

putting this out there ---

pleaaaseee feel free to ask me stuff n send rambles in etc about any and all characters of longlegs. i have enough brain rot to feed hoards of zombies. id love to hear more hcs abt the longlegs universe n just really anything abt the movie. idc idc!!!

[chubbygirlmaddy14]

The Dollmaker: The Run In

Dale Kobble x Reader

A/N: I'm actually awful when it comes to writing dale's pov, but then again this is also my first fic ever so GO EASY ON ME NOW!!

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Chapter 4: The Run In (1,280)

                                         Woah

I thought to myself as I look up at him, seeing his smile as I slowly hand the item back to him. I couldn't take my eyes off him, he felt familiar but I have never seen him in my life.

                                     Who is he

"I'm so sorry again I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," his smile only grew as he shook his head softly. "Oh it's okay!" he giggles softly making eye contact, "and what might your name be, little angel?"

The pet name mad me blush rushing over my words

            "Y/n, Y/n y/l/n.. what might yours be?"

"Dale Cobble," he says reaching his arm out, having a small giggle in his voice as he talked making me smile. I took his hand in mine shaking it softly feeling his hand grow a bit tighter but I didn't mind it. It felt safe to me, no matter how odd it may seem.

Our hands slowly let go as the redness in my face tries to die down. What is the matter with you y/l/n. I smile once more before putting my hands back on the cart, "Well I'll let you get back on with your day.. I hope to see you around some time."

My words seemed to make him happy as    

                          his smile grew wider.

"Oh I hope so little angel, enjoy your night," I bite my lip before walking away after giving him a small wave. I don't know who he is, never seen him while I lived here, must've moved into town once I left. I didn't mind the new person in town though.

Something about him was interesting to me.

Longlegs POV:

I turn around watching her walk away. I knew I would get close to her, knew where she would be going for today, things she needed. She didn't need anything else but me, I could take care of her.             

                      I would take care of her.

                            Soon Soon Soon...

She was even more beautiful up close, who could even imagine that. I can't get too close yet but I knew she was interested. The blush, stumbling her words, her hand shaking a bit as she held mine, not in a bad way though. I know her thoughts even if I can't read her mind.

Oh how she was perfect.

I'm so happy I was in just the right spot at the right. She met me, knows me, needs me even if she doesn't know it yet. I grab my basket tighter before picking up my last few items I need and start heading out the door once checked out. I notice her putting her groceries in her car, how cute she looked in her own world.

I set my cart next to my car before heading back over to her. "Would you like some help? You sure do have a lot of stuff there," I say softly hoping for a yes, all I wanna do is help her. She smiles softly as she turns to look at me, "yeah actually I'd really appreciate it."

I smirk before grabbing a few of her bags and put them in her trunk, looking over at her from time to time as she makes sure the bags are placed properly.

 I needed to have her, I don't know if I can be so patient for long.I still need to know more about her, I need to know everything about

my girl.

Y/n POV:

There he was again, offering me help? He doesn't even know me, little did I know, and he's offering me help over something so small. I said yes of course, wanting to be close to him again but, why? He ran through my thoughts while I went on in the grocery store and yet I don't know why.

     Who is he, he's someone I just met, I need him

                            WHY do I need him?

     This tall stranger that is corrupting my mind.

                                        Jesus.

It's been 30 minutes ever since I met him and yet I don't want him to go. I get pulled from my thoughts as we put the last bag in my car, that was too fast. I look over at him smiling softly as he moves the cart a bit. His hand reaches around touching my lower back as he smiles down at me, my back shivering a bit as he does, but I don't mind it.

"Is there anything else you might need help with doll?" That one made me blush harder looking away from him. Ugh these names, this man, what is happening. I bite my lip before shaking my head, "I think I'm okay, thank you for helping me though," I giggle softly making him smile.

  "You're new aren't you?" he says softly not letting go of me, but it made me feel safe.

Looks like he's noticed me as someone new too, not surprised. "Kinda, I moved off to college but my childhood home came to be for sale, and as I graduated I knew I had to come back." I frown a bit remembering the reasons for my leaving making him give me a questioning face, but not diving deeper into it.

                                  Thank god.

"anyways, I don't have much people here as much as    

         I did back at school but I don't mind it."

I smile softly as his hand moves away from me and moving in front of him, clasping his hands together. I missed the contact but I didn't say anything, don't be weird y/n. "Well if you ever want too, we could maybe do something together some time" he giggled softly, I knew he was nervous to ask. Smiling I look away trying to get my thoughts in place.

"I would love that actually, I could always use the    

                                     company."

That made him happy, his smile going wider. "Oh I can't wait! You should head back home, it's getting dark and I wouldn't want something bad to happen to you!" He cares, why does someone care even though he doesn't know me, I'm not gonna stop him though.

    This felt right. It was nice having

                              someone care.

I watch him take my cart for me before I pull my keys out and unlock my car. "Goodnight Dale, you get home safe too!" He smiles at me before turning back to his car. "I'll see you around sweetheart." He turns his head back, winking at me before grabbing his stuff and getting in his car.

Just a few minutes later I'm back home, taking a deep breath as I step out of my car and open the trunk. Grabbing my bags I make my way inside. It's quite in here, no noise, just silence, I couldn't stand it. Turning on the light to the kitchen, it thankfully made some noise as the electricity ran through the bulb. Terrifying as it was, it's better than sitting in thought.

This case was gonna be the death of me

                                I can just tell.

Groceries now in the fridge, I pull something small out to cook. It's gonna be busy tonight, I can't slump away on the couch as much as I want too. I don't wanna spend my night like this, I just wanna eat dinner, watch tv, and sleep. It's gonna be different than that routine though. I take my plate after a few minutes and head to my office with the case files.

He's gonna be in my mind all night. Dale Cobble.

[ohtheewhorer]

Imagine you’re Dale “Longlegs” Kobble’s Chubby!Virgin!FWB whom he slowly corrupts (3.3k words)

So here’s what I’m thinking—follow me on this…

Warnings: Graphic Description, Shameless Smut, little bit of fluff, Desperate Sex, Passionate Sex Loss of Virginity w/ Blood, if you squint incubus!Dale, Religious Guilt, Blasphemy, stalker longlegs, yandere longlegs, Horny Reader, Loss of Innocence, Dark themes, Chubby Reader

A/N: I wrote a lot more than I expected as I always do 😩. Please enjoy my long ass blurb/fic about this hot evil old man. You can also read my fic on ao3 (I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED)

You’re the preacher’s daughter who just wants some freedom from your overbearing, shotgun-toting, bible-wielding father. You’re innocent in appearance but if people really got to know you they’d know that you’re really a mischievous, horny little minx with a yearning for something dangerous; anything opposite to your sheltered life.

Then, one day, you run into Dale while visiting the local hardware store with your father. At first, you’re unnerved by his presence. After all, Dale is…unique-looking to say the least; his graying thin long hair, his filler plumped lips and face with skin that has an unnatural blotchy alabaster coloring to it which made him appear quite ghoulish yet somehow ethereal. But then there are those intense blue eyes of his that seemed to sparkle with joy the moment you entered his line of sight.

Dale made the bold move to approach you knowing your Paw was only a few distances away—something no man ever had the guts of doing in this small town—only to simply congratulate you on your upcoming 20-something birthday. You shrunk under his towering stature, eyes darting anxiously around in search of your dad. You weren’t sure whether you should be afraid of the fact that—regardless of it being a small town—how did some random stranger know your birthday? Or maybe you should be afraid for him considering he could very well be a victim of your father’s wrath. And all because the strange man dared to do the kind gesture of wishing the preacher’s precious girl an early birthday.

You even pitied the man enough to throw many discreet hints that he needed to back the fuck away from you before it got ugly. But the ever eccentric and bizarre Dale didn’t take any hints and ended up singing to you an old classic rock song that your worldly uncle would probably be able to identify.

Your father came around the corner and he had questioned Dale of his intentions while speaking to you, very well aware that his pretty princess had many suitors who vied for your hand in marriage. And you knew your father well enough to read his judging eyes as they scanned Dale’s entire presentation, scowling that a man like him would ever think he might have a chance regardless of if Dale ever had the thought to pursue you.

And Dale, oh, Dale…he’d speak broken sentences and barely audible words, euphemisms and epithets, riddles and rhyme and your increasingly frustrated father would curse him in biblical verses and claim that he’d spoken the ‘devil’s tongue’. And the moment your Paw calls out the lanky male as a ‘satanist’ instead of disproving his claim—preventing any potential small town witch hunt—Dale, instead, sends him a botched-lipped cheshire cat grin ending the interaction with a chilling line, “Your ignorance won't save you when the shadows you've denied finally come to claim you."

Goosebumps arise on your supple skin, staring up at the man with both fear and admiration. No one’s ever stood up to your father that way. Everyone’s always having to walk on eggshells around him, not wanting to be seen as a delinquent in the eyes of the lord’s appointed servant. But Dale has done it with that high-pitched playful lilt in his tone and that bright smile on his face. His courage alone was enough to spark your interest in him. He was dangerous and you wanted nothing more than to experience him.

And sure you could find plenty of pretty boys and bad boys in town that would happily sneak around with you and give you a taste of the wild side that you so craved. But you didn’t want just “a taste” nor did you wish to hide your deeds. You want to be very loud and proud with your degeneracy.

And so you made the effort to see him again, going to the hardware store within the next few days because it’s all you knew of him. You’d gone at least 5 times already, at varying times in the day; all alone, too, much to your father’s chagrin. Just when you planned to give up on your 6th visit, while turning to leave you could hear the familiar flowery voice from behind you that has you swiveling in his direction in elation.

He’d found you and so the rest was history. It didn’t take long after to build an intense bond with him that teetered the line of being sexual at times, especially once you got past the stage of learning each other’s name. He doesn’t usually leave his shabby house much so it made sense that you’ve not seen him around before. Though by his own horrifying admission he’d been observing (stalking) you for a while now and had already known about you. You’re just grateful to have met him; a man unafraid to push boundaries.

With him, you didn’t have to feel guilty for wanting to do things beyond what is appropriate within your conservative community. For one, you got to hold his hand that’s a lot more than you’ve ever done even while attending college. And when you asked to go even further like hugging…he lets you hug all over him (though mostly for his own selfish reasons since he’s as touch-starved as you). To most outsiders, doing these things aren’t much of a big deal but to you, a beginner hedonist, it meant everything. You want fun and Dale promised you this with every interaction; upping the ‘depravity’ as you went.

But then one day, Dale suggests to you that he could show you fun beyond the tantalizing ‘indirect kisses’ via sharing lollipops or the occasional lap sitting with added knee bounces for effect.

“You want to take my virginity…on my birthday…as a gift to me?” You ask incredulously. It was scummy of him to even think such a thing would ever be considered a gift. And from a man like him no less; much too old for you and quite terrifying to look at from certain angles. And yet…you felt a gush of your slick soak your panties. You needed therapy. You need to find God again. This is sick!

But it’s sooo damn tempting.

“I only want to open your mind to many great pleasures, Angel. Is that not what you told me you’ve been seeking?” Dale says, reaching a hand over the console of his car to rub one of your nylon-clad voluptuous thighs. “Be a good girl for me, just two more days… and it’ll be an even special day for the birthday girl.”

You tense a little, feeling his hand traveling higher up your thigh. “Do you think I’m ready?”

“That’s for you to decide, silly.” He giggles.

“I think I’m ready. I-I’m ready.” You repeat, giving him a struggling smile that falters when your breath hitches again. His hand is kneading the meat of your thigh.

“Oh, I’d bet these legs around my head would feel like just the loveliest hug.” He sighs dreamily.

You tilt your head in confusion. “I couldn’t. I wouldn’t want to hurt you like that.”

He laughs some more, running a calloused hand down your cheek and admiring its youthful elasticity. “You could never hurt me, angel. But I get the impression you have no idea what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

“I don’t think I do. I’m sorry,” You say, batting your long lashes and flashing your alluring doe eyes up at him. “Could you show me what you mean? I’d really like to know, pretty please.”

“In due time, love. You’ll have to first show me you can be a good girl when I ask you to be.”

“How do I do that?” You nudge your face deeper into his open palm, sliding his fingers over the edges of your jaw until they’re close enough to your pouty lips. Using your tongue you drag one long nimble digit into your mouth, suckling lightly on the tip. He has an earthy taste to him that you quickly grow addicted to.

Dale pulls his finger from your lips, webs of saliva connecting your lips to it. He smiles, wagging his finger side to side. “Tsk, Tsk. That was very naughty, angel. Being a good girl means you’ll have to listen to the sky father’s rules again. That means no premarital activities. You’re not allowed to touch yourself either. Wouldn’t want you to be a sinner before the big day? I’ll give you a pass for today although with some limitations. But then it’s 2 days of being on the nice list, missy. You’ve got 3 strikes if you lose them…you’ll be punished. And I beg you not to get on the naughty list or I won’t be making you sing pretty for me like the sweet birdie you are.”

“Why? Why should I go through all that trouble for you?” You hate having to bottle up your desires again when the excitement’s only just begun.

“Because it’ll make your blood much more pure for the sacrificial ceremony,” He jokes, then frowns when you place his hands away from you, turning in your seat so you’re not facing him. Dale leans into your ear, whispering. “You’ll know what real freedom is once you’ve had a taste of it and then it’s ripped from you like an anticipated treat stolen right out of a dog’s mouth. And if you cower from the dark side, back to your sheltered life, you’ll always feel as if you’re on the brink of going…FERAL!” His hand slaps against the window beside your face making you jolt up and stare back at him in terror. Your chest rises and falls, hyperventilating as he stares intensely into your eyes, his face is only a few inches from yours.

“So…I give myself to you and I’ll be free?” You question timidly. “Like you?”

Though he wears a big crooked smile, his eyes betray him as a tear runs down one plump cheek. “Why, of course, angel. You’ll be free…like me.”

You cup his cheeks, swiping your thumbs over the lumpy skin before placing your mouth over his. Your first real kiss! With a man you knew, at most, for a week. It’s a tender yet short kiss as you relish in the feeling while you can. His lips are slightly chapped and uneven in texture yet you moan into it because it felt so right. You pull away before you get too carried away and do something devilishly sensual like sticking your tongue down his throat.

You anxiously gauge his reaction. Is this strike one?

His eyelids slowly flutter open before looking back into your eyes again. He hasn’t experienced this kind of softness in forever. People are usually afraid of him and he’s used to being alone but having such a young beauty as yourself having just an inkling of interest in him blows his mind farther than any fucked up shit he’s seen and/or done.

But Dale’s just not capable of understanding these intense feelings he has for you and it makes him feel as if he’s losing the little control he has in his life. So he’s always jumping to the default of trying to creep you out as some sort of power move he possesses; proud that he can make people fear him by his actions aside from just his bizarre appearance. So now he’s just running his thick wet tongue along his puffy lips after your shared kiss, playing up the perverted gesture which should’ve been enough to make your skin crawl but you always match his freak.

Leaning over the console to invade his space once again, you touch the tip of his tongue faintly against yours just before he darts it back into his mouth. And if he were to give you a strike for that wicked move, it’d be so worth it.

Dale’s such a little shit, though, because he’d for sure make you watch some vintage porn that he owns and it’s not at all vanilla. It’s rough, dirty, pearl-clutching, thigh-clenching stuff. Choking, spitting, biting, bondage… it’s all so violent to a wide-eyed beginner as yourself. Your heart’s pounding a mile a minute, squeezing Dale’s arm and willing yourself not to look away or he’d consider it a strike.

And the next two days are even worse with little devil Dale making sure he tortures you through the agonizing march of time. He’d refrain from touching you at all, avoiding you like the plague. You’d feel like you’re going crazy like he’s some form of drug to you because all you can think of is him. Even while you sleep at night it’s as if his presence lingers around you. Now you’re beginning to understand why your father says that lust is a poison to a god-fearing mind. You’re convinced that Dale has sunken his gnarly sharp teeth into you, infecting you with his toxic venom so that you’ll never come out the same again.

When your birthday finally arrives, Dale knows for sure that you’ve officially surrendered yourself to him. He could tell it in the way you waited on his words hand and foot, wanting to follow whatever it is he asked of you with no question. He could make you up and break you down into the perfect little subservient minion of the dark side and you’d gladly sign away your life. It would be that easy.

He’ll take you to his special place, down in his dimly-lit basement, where there’s no chance of anyone hearing you scream. He’d start by making you cum with his mouth first just as he’d promised and you’re seeing fucking stars! The man feeds on you like he’s been starved for centuries. He didn’t even have the decency to pull off your cute lacy pink thong you’d carefully selected at some lingerie store for him to marvel at. He just flips up your pleated skirt, pushes your panties to the side and just digs in with an eager mouth and even eager tongue. Those same puffy lips you’d kissed the other day now sucking and making out with your own puffy lips while he gets his wish of you wrapping your pillowy thighs around him.

You’d offer to get on your knees and suck his cock the way you’d seen in one of his films but he’s too wired, wanting to fuck you right then and there on his dingy worn couch.

When he pushes into you, it’s as if you’re being split in two; surprising because, based on what you saw in those nudie films, Dale’s isn’t as big as those ones. It’s actually quite short, deliciously veiny with a hook. Girthy, too. As thick as coke can. Dale Kobble proves the theory of girth over length by a long shot.

He’s positioned you on your back to where your legs are pressed deep into your shoulders and now-exposed chest since Dale, in his impatience, lifted your shirt over your ample breasts and pulling them out of the cups of your bra to watch them jiggle and knock against one another other with each drive of his hips.

This man has zero patience for anything actually. He’d just push into your tight heat in one fell swoop and you’d gasp out loud, feeling the faint tearing within you. He’d pull himself out a little to marvel at the blood and cream coating his dick, gathering some on his finger to paint your sweet lips. And you’d flick your tongue between the spaces of his fingers wanting to drink in the essence and you feel so fucking powerful.

Once he begins his pace, it’s erractic, unrhythmic, desperate, and awkward but you fucking love it so much that it has you whimpering and clawing at his back. You don’t care how little experience he has, you never want him apart from you.

Dale would want to be as close to you as he could, falling over your masterpiece of a body with his full weight. He’s penetrating DEEP. He wants to give you all that dick no matter if it isn’t much. He’s all sweaty, his belly sticking to yours from all the worked up perspiration. You enjoy the feeling of his softness against yours, appreciating his torso (when you could at least) for the ‘dad bod’ built that it was.

He’s hoarsely gasping, whispering the dirty filth in your ear, caging you between his arms. You can’t push him away even if you tried but you’d be crazy to ever want to, squeezing your legs around his body in a death grip.

He’ll let his face fall in between the valley of your breasts, inhaling you. He doesn’t care to breathe anything else so to suffocate this way, would be an honor. High-pitched sobs and breathless whispers against your skin indicates to you that it’s been so long for him since he’s felt a warm body against his own. The more he thinks about how lucky he is to fuck such a tight, greedy cunt as yours it make him turn into an inconsolable mess; crying, spitting, and kissing all over you.

You’re no better, whining and mewling with reckless abandon. Your hands are anywhere clawing at his boringly pastel colored shirt, running your hands up his shirt to sink your nails into the sides of his ribs until you're settling on his long hair. With every bruising thrust, you tug hard on his hair earning pathetic “unh”’s and “ah”’s from him.

Whenever either of you muster up the strength to pull away from each other for just a few centimeters, you’d sloppily crash your lips together, swapping spit or devouring each other’s tongues then swallowing down your moans from each other’s mouths like passionate lovers who’ve known each other for years.

Dale feels like just as much of a virgin as you with how much you’ve reduced him to a sniveling lovestruck fool. He can already sense his approaching climax, not wanting to blow his load before you get a chance to experience bliss.

He’ll bring a finger to your clit, specifically the finger that dons that fucking ring so you could feel the cool metal against your sensitive button. And obviously, he won’t be nice about it, rubbing harsh, rapid circles on it until you fall apart. He’s not stopping until you’re sobbing—begging…you’re absolutely delirious. Your back arches off the couch cushions, eyes rolling into the back of your skull like it’s an exorcism. You can hardly breathe. This is exactly why orgasms are called ‘little deaths’ because you must’ve died and now you’re reborn again offering yourself to the soulless world.

Before you could protest he spills his sticky, hot cum inside of you. Your hands would instinctively try to push away but your legs keep him there, wanting every last fucking drop of Dale’s seed. The man’s got some big kahunas so you’re going to overflow with his essence.

And without a doubt, for all the money in the bank, Dale will scream “I love you” as he cums until he’s just whispering it while shuddering against you.

After it all, you’ll both lay together in an entanglement of limbs, cuddling in the afterglow while seesawing between either cleaning up or going for another round. Though considering you could feel him stirring up inside you again, you think it’ll definitely be the latter.

He’ll truly surprise you with your actual gift. A beautiful gold necklace with an amethyst pendant (and a secret tracker you don’t so that he’ll always find you everywhere even if you ever try to run away from him). And, of course, he wouldn’t forget to gift Paw something for having his part in the creation of you, so he mails him your bloodied lacy underwear as a reminder of the lost innocence of his precious girl.

Oh, and aftercare definitely involves those large hands of his giving you nice belly rubs and soft scratches along your skin with the occasional peppered kisses along the pudge. Then, you’ll eventually both come to the conclusion that you're each other’s anchor whether for better or much, much worse.

[joeyloganho]

Imagine teaching Dale the Hot To Go dance. He's always up for new dance moves and he KNOWS how to spell so he is ON THIS DANCE. Plus he just likes watching you do it too. "do it again, i don't think i got it the first ten times..."

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

Do you think if someone caught his eye that he would go up and talk to them? Like an alt/goth person with really cool makeup or outfit? Or would he be shy and just glance at them?

He is definitely not shy, just really awkward, but he maybe doesn’t realise that. Like there was no hesitation to do that little cuckoo thing in front of someone who clearly has seen him before and doesn’t like him. So if he saw someone he thought was cool he’d go up to them (after staring at them for a while) and try and talk to them. He’s heavy breathing and laughing the whole exchange, picking out something to compliment or just an almost childish wave and a ‘hellooo, little angel’. Any exposed skin or something tight fitting and he’s definitely leering, spending long stretches of time with his eyes glued to your body either in silences or while he babbles. Even with a more modest outfit, he’s zoning out while he stares at your face. It really undercuts the charm he thinks he has. But he doesn’t expect to get the chance to see you again (or outside of him coming to bug you at your workplace), so he’ll settle for what he can get.

What probably would fluster him is you reciprocating even the smallest amount of interest, it could just be asking him about himself. Anything that’s not pity or thinly veiled disgust while you wait for him to go away (he’s seen that enough in at least Ruth, likely many others too) will have him desperate for more. It’s so fucking novel to him that he freezes up. Standing there open mouthed with a little smile, he doesn’t know what to do apart from let out a breathy little laugh in shock. You can literally see the stutter in his breaths as he starts to fiddle with his hands nervously.

I’d love to think that he can hold an almost normal conversation after a greeting, or even after meeting you a few times. But it takes ages for him to get accustomed to someone’s willing presence, especially someone he finds so attractive. It makes him clam up randomly when it hits him that you’re real. You’re talking to him. He could very possibly fuck this up. You could have known each other for months and be so attentive, he gets hit with that kind of feeling forever.

[mostlyghostlyy]

i feel so cringe sending this. do you think dale would be ticklish. how would his lover find out.

You know he's ticklish. I'd like to think, especially around his neck/collarbone area. Most definitely other areas to, like maybe the insides of his thighs, but the main area I'd think would be his neck area.

I also don't think that Dale is a giggly ticklish, maybe just a sensitive type. I don't know how well he'd take being ticklish. Dale would probably try to hide it due to his wanting to sound cool. Even if you ask him outright, he would not answer honestly. When you do find out, he'll act all surly about it.

You'd probably find out pretty early on, moving his hair away from his neck, when he shudders violently. Afraid that you did something wrong, you ask if he's okay. He smiles and nods, holding his head back at an angle to prompt you to resume your touches.

After the first couple of times of him vibrating under your caresses, you'd figure out what the issue was. "Are you ticklish, Dale?" You question, smug smile on your face and eyebrow arched. He'd deny and deny, but every time you trace featherlight touches around his neck, he can't help but jerk away.

You can use this knowledge to tease him. Either verbally or physically. Graze his neck with your nails unprompted, and he's whiny. Throwing his hands up around his neck and pouting, refusing to make eye contact with you (because he's just that petty). Apologize to him with a few kisses, and he's right as rain.

[joeyloganho]

Asking this on anon bc I'm too shy but couldddd I request something abt longlegs kidnapping a younger man who's struck his fancy? How would he talk to him? What would he do?

(i don't know if you wanted a drabble or a full on fic but I'll give a drabble for now)

so Dale probably saw you at the store one day and was like in love immediately. Followed you around the whole store, breathing heavily right behind you and not being subtle at all. You just kind of...didn't mind him? said hey to him and kept going on about your business. Dale liked that. He liked that you weren't paying attention to him. He would have all your attention soon enough. As you got ready to leave the store, he'd come up to you and try to talk. "Where are you going? You're a handsome angel you know? So beautiful..." (i feel like he's the type to call guys pretty/beautiful) You'd kinda laugh him off, say you're going home, and head out.

he followed you. of course. You kind of couldn't get him out of your head the whole way home. Like, yeah sure he was creepy, but...something about him made you wanna turn back and see if he was still at the store. You ignored those feelings and headed home anyway. But as you spent your evening inside your house, thinking about him still, you had no idea he was outside, watching you the whole time.

The next day you wake up and you're not in your bed. in fact, you don't know WHOSE bed your in. Or where you are at all. You didn't remember going out last night and partying or anything. You sit up, and see Dale sitting at a workstation. "ohhhh! My precious boy is awake..." He would sit down beside you and stroke your hair. "So amazing. So wonderful...You are a sight to behold my angel. And now you're here, where you belong, with me..."

[joeyloganho]

drabble about dale’s first time? since he’s a virgin, how would it go down?

!!! OK So my personal professional opinion is that Dale is NOT a virgin at the time of the movie or anything. he's got too much rizz. Weird guy rizz, but he's got it. BUT I'm assuming this ask wants to know how (if he were a virgin at the time of the events and such) his first time would go as the devil-possessed dude that he is!

I think he'd try to act all knowledgeable and like he can handle everything. He's kissed people before, he's kissed you a lot. He just never got to the rest of it. And boy, do you figure it out real quick. His hands are shaking as he runs them over your still-clothed thighs, he's humming to himself nervously. He's a wreck already and nothing's happened yet. You lay him down on the bed and kiss along his neck and jaw, feeling him shivering against your touch. "You've never done this huh?" You ask him, reaching up under his layers of shirts. He looks at you and grins.

"Maybe not..." he says nervously. You kiss him, starting to tug on his clothes, looking at the bulge in his pants.

"Don't worry baby...I'll be nice and gentle..." You say with a wink. He shakes his head vigorously.

"No don't! I want you to do whatever you want to do to me...Fast and hard and, and....and..." His mind starts to trail away as he thinks of all the things you'd do to him. Unfortunately, you know that even TRYING To do any of the real fun stuff would knock his ass off his rocker immediately. He'd cum in like, two seconds. So you just smile at him, give him another kiss, and go to take his clothes off.

I think for his first time he'd be a total pillow princess. After the first time he'd be ready to make YOU feel as good as possible, but he's more interested in HIS pleasure the first time. So you're probably on top, doing most of the work. Honestly, if it's not your thing to be on top, i don't think it'd be that big of a deal because he's NOT gonna last long. Oh, and he'd be LOUD Too. Moaning and squealing and groaning. He'd be in love.

(also for our AMAB readers if there are any, I think Dale's a top. So. do with that what you will. If yall want me to write that I will but I'm AFAB so i have experience with other parts lol)