#longlegs x reader smut

[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*

[honey-flustered]

Honey’s Kinktober Masterlist 🎃🎄

18+ Only

*i do not own any of the images shown above

Kinktober 1-18

Day 1- Xenophilia/Oviposition (ft. Eddie Munson)

Day 2- Free Use (ft. Bucky Barnes)

Day 3- Brain-washing/Reprograming (ft. Cooper Howard/The Ghoul)

Day 4- Pet Play (ft Coriolanus Snow)

Day 5- Uniform (ft. Ralph Penbury)

Day 6- Mutual Masturbation (ft. Dale “Longlegs” Kobble)

Day 7- Virginity (ft Steve Harrington)

Day 8- Feeding/Stuffing (ft. Michael Hoard)

Day 9- Body Worship (ft. Jim Hopper)

Day 10- Chastity (ft. Steve Rogers)

Day 11- On Camera (ft. Kurt Kunkle)

Day 12- Coulrophilia + DDLG (ft. Cooper Howard/The Ghoul)

Day 13- Dirty Wrestling (ft. Eddie Munson)

Day 14- Punishment (ft. Coriolanus Snow)

Day 15- Dollification + Roleplaying (ft. Dale Kobble)

Day 16- Face Sitting + Pregnancy (ft. Aegon Targaryen)

Day 17- Writing On Skin + Thigh Fucking + Frottage (ft. Spencer Reid)

Day 18- Aphrodisiac + Oral Fixation + Body Hair (ft. Eddie Brock/Vemon)

[serqphites]

Thinking of g!p lee harker with a mommy kink….

oh my fucking god you might be onto something…

i’d also like to make it known that i have never written for men/dicks(?) before because i’m a big old lesbian so im sorry if it’s not accurate!

warnings! g!p, not pulling out, breeding? mommy issues, crying during sex

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heavy thoughts of lee waking up with morning wood…

the two of you spooning, her dick poking into your back as she squirms uncontrollably, desperate to not wake you.

well jokes on her because you were already awake!

deciding to mess with her, you back your ass up against her growing bulge. god the noises she makes.

“really lee? this early?” your tone is mocking as you chuckle at her, feeling your girlfriend jump slightly upon unexpectedly hearing your voice.

less than a minute later you’re grinding your ass against her hard cock through her boxers, precum seeping through and leaking onto your pj bottoms.

lee is embarrassed to tell you she has a mommy kink (i mean girly we know what ur moms like it’s kinda obvious)

“do you think we could try something tonight?” someone tell me why is bro looking at you like a stray kitten begging for food??

“of course baby, what’d you have in mind?” needless to say you aren’t shocked when she reveals she’d like to try out calling you mommy. you’d definitely noticed before that she seemed to enjoy being taken care of. like yeah sure who wouldn’t? but with lee you could just feel how different it was. it felt more like something she craved rather than something she simply enjoyed.

some examples include; why did she blush so fiercely when you brushed her hair? why did she get so shy if you showed you were proud of her? why did she always get a hard on if you cared a little too deeply for her…? (not that that’s physically possible bc hello?? save me awkward lesbian)

cut to that same night, lees hands gripping the backs of your thighs as you straddle her lap. you could feel her growing beneath you, your hips naturally beginning to roll against it, her bulge hitting your clit almost perfectly.

you now find yourself sat on lees hard cock, her girth filling you in a way only she could. you wanted her so bad, needed her so bad. yet you didn’t move.

“baby… please?” she sounds so fucking pathetic underneath you, her hips bucking as she grows needier and needier for your pleasure.

“baby? i thought you wanted to call me something else tonight” lee whimpers at your voice alone.

“please… mommy please- need you s’bad” yeah you’re bouncing on it.

she’s a fucking mess, her eyes sealed shut as she assists your bounces down onto her throbbing dick.

“you’re doing so good lee, so good for mommy” despite your head being rolled back with your own eyes also squeezed shut, you still don’t miss the way your girlfriends thrusts speed up and the whimpers slowly turn into quiet cries.

you panic momentarily, stopping and moving to face her once more. before you even get a chance to ask if she was okay lee has started bouncing you in and out of herself once more, her nails digging into your hips as she more than just guides your bounces this time.

“good tears… please don’t stop… fuck- fuck mommy please don’t stop… m’so close” all you needed to hear was good tears before you continued your previous movements, this time rolling your hips on every bounce to help push lee over the edge.

her cries turn into pants, her pants eventually coming to a halt before a long exaggerated moan escapes from her lips, her warm seed filling up your cunt just perfectly. that ends up doing it for you also, lee biting her lip so hard she draws blood as she jolts underneath you, only enduring the overstimulating sensations to allow you to ride out your high.

once you’re both settled into bed and ready for sleep, you turn to face your extremely smiley girlfriend.

“take it you enjoyed it?”

“not at all” with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, she leans over to press one last kiss to your soft lips before you two say your goodnights, both falling asleep fantasising about your earlier activities.

[bosinclairsgff]

Warnings: NSFW

Imagine being so tired but Dale is just so horny and needy. So he fucks you while you’re still half asleep. Hitting you gently “Look at me” he whimpers. You struggling to keep your eyes open as he fucks you so well. He’d be gentle and loving because he knows you’re so tired. “Just a little bit longer doll” as he picks up his speed just a bit. You lay under him almost limp to tired to do anything except moan his name and whine. He’d finish inside you and lay on top of you, crushing you. Once he can control himself he’d get up and get a cloth, gently wiping up the cum spilling out of you.

[rabbitbonesandsheabutter]

this is quite self indulgent but so is this blog so wtv

i think longlegs would love someone a little more intimidating. Someone who stands out, maybe they dress alternative or just have severe resting bitch face, but they smile so sweetly when they see him. It makes him feel special, first of all, but also he seems really resentful and angry at the world and how people receive him. He’s not shy, he smiles and talks to people again and again but every time he’s met with disdain or brushed off. So the fact that you of all people show him the positive attention he craves already makes him weak in the knees. Add on that you don’t seem to give that to many others or that people assume the worst of you too, and he feels like you mean every kind word and gesture.

If you have a really contrasting personality - whether you’re sickeningly sweet, easily excited or laidback - he’d love it even more. Getting to be one of the few people who gets to see every aspect of you. He’d go fucking feral at all times, when you’re being sweet and nice to him he can’t help it. He might want to restrain himself so he can enjoy your gentle strokes over his hair for longer, but he can always ask you to start again after he’s shown you how much he loves it. It makes him feel like it’s just you two and nothing else matters.

And if he ever sees you being stern and standoffish, he’s cumming immediately then sucking the soullll out of you. If it was in his defence, he’d bawl his eyes out while eating it, too. Which he’d do regardless of your appearance but it’s so much more amplified if he knows you’ve actually scared someone off for him. You?? pretty and perfect and kind, defending him??? He has to reward you, on his knees until they ache and you’re pushing him away, just for him to get up and fuck you stupid bc he loves you so!! much!!!!

[lambilegs]

G!p Lee harker is so pathetic, I could imagine being her secretary and wearing the smallest skirts, intentionally bending over in front of her to tease her, she ends up getting hard at her desk 😩 SOMETHING ABIUT HER GETTING HARD AT WORK IS EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGG

secretary!reader x g!p lee harker ♥️ (contains: dirty talk, g!p lee harker, breeding, degradation, slight humiliation, semi-public sex, spanking, unegotiated spanking + degradation, reader is referred to as having a "pussy," "tit," and "cunt")

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(anon ilysm for this idea, it is soooo sexy and hot AHHHH I love stuff like this hehe <33)

oh. oh. you fucking ate with this one.

once you and her have gotten to know each other more, you start seeing it. the way her eyes flick to you when you enter the break room, even if there are other people around. how she tenses up, skin warming, when you lean over to pick something off her desk or help her with the computer. how you've caught her staring when you leave her office. it fills your heads with all sorts of lewd thoughts -- like how she'd stare at you with her face between your thighs, licking the tender skin inside of them. it makes you shiver and clench down every time. part of you wonders if it's just in your head, though.

that is, until you one day walk from behind her desk and catch sight of her hard-on. you can see the shape of her cock, fabric of her slacks firmly wrapped around it. she's pushing her form deeper into the desk, clearly trying to hide it as you walk behind her, and you allow her to think she's succeeded, not saying a word.

that day, you fuck yourself in the bathroom, mind filled with thoughts of her cock -- having it in your mouth while you're sitting under the desk, being bent over the surface and having her pound you out, jerking it off for her. just, god, anything.

so, you devise a little plan. it's evil, honestly, but she's just so reserved and quiet, and you want to snap the restrain that always wraps her body in unassuming tension.

you start showing up to the job in skirts shorter than before, some of them barely reaching the bottom of your ass. the first day you walk into her office with one on, you see her throat move as she swallows hard at the sight, eyes skittering over you awkwardly before turning to eye something on her desk. she says nothing of course, darling thing she is. but, when you turn your back to her, you can practically feel her eyes burning through the fabric.

you start bending over obscenely. letting your torso hover over her lap as you stretch your body out to grab something on the other side of the desk instead of simply walk around her to retrieve it. rising on your tiptoes to get something on the top shelf, purposely extending the length of your legs so your skirt inches up your ass.

you relish in all her little reactions. you can see her eyes dart around and widen when you lean over her desk, and let your shirt fall dangerously low. her entire body freezes when you slide your body over hers to reach for something. you can hear her hard swallows, small gasps, and harsh throat-clearing. and every single noise is one you eagerly drink up.

after a few days of relentless teasing, you finally pull out the big guns, purposely spilling a bit of coffee on her desk. it's barely anything, just a few drops, but you fuss over it as though the dark liquid is flooding her desk, retrieving some tissues (which are usually never on her desk, but for some reason are today...) and patting down the cold surface.

"it's okay," she insists, hands gripping the arms of her chair, already lifting herself up.

but, you're faster than her, sliding into the gap between her and her desk, standing in between her legs and bending over her desk to pat at the damp spot of her desk. you can hear the hiss of a sharp inhale, and you know she must have the absolute perfect view of your ass, and the peak of lace panties underneath her sheer stockings.

her voice is heavy with deep, raspy breaths when she speaks. "what are you doing?"

you turn your head tentatively to her, nearly groaning at the sight of her brown eyes wide and bright, unflinchingly watching you from where she sits, legs spread and looking oh-so inviting.

"nothing?" you weakly respond.

after fifteen minutes of her hesitantly asking about your motives, and you having to undergo the embarrassment of explaining yourself so she knows with certainty, your back is pressed to her firm chest, her strong arms wrapped around you, one hand shoved deep into your panties, rubbing hard at your clit. your head falls back to her shoulder, mouth hanging open, and she licks along your jaw, hot breath hitting your ear. "this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

you can feel the solid shape of her dick pressing into your ass through your stockings, rubbing against the plush skin and practically begging to be touched. you start swaying your hips, bucking into her lap and grinding your ass into her boner.

she nips at your ear, quietly muttering, "off. now."

she proceeds to fucking rip your tights off, too impatient to wait for you to slide them off. you whine in protest, but the act shoots straight to your core, sending a bolt of heat through your body.

at the sight of your panties, a small smile curls at her lips, and she tucks one of her long fingers under the flimsy band, pulling it back before letting it snap against your skin, your succeeding moan making her simper more.

she sucks a stinging mark into your ass cheek, long fingers digging in and dragging your drenched panties down. when she removes her hand, you nearly whimper, until you hear unzipping her pants.

she's such a fucking tease about it, keeping you on her lap and sliding her perfect dick between your pussy lips, letting your juices coat her hard-on. she's not patient enough to take off your clothes, so she has you biting the ends of your shirt, lifting it up so her big hands can fondle and grope you through your bra, soft lips pressing kisses and marks to your back. when she nips at the skin, and you moan, she murmurs, "quiet."

"god, can't you go faster?" you whisper, trying to shift onto her lap.

her nails press in. "I can, but I won't go faster. stay still."

her hands gently grab your hips and she helps you rock yourself on her dick, the length of it sliding between your ass cheeks and against your sopping pussy. when you look back at her, you whimper at the sight of her biting her lip, eyes zeroed in on her dick rubbing against you.

she takes her sweet fucking time sliding it in, urging you to feel inch by inch as it pushes in, stretching out your walls and filling you with the deepest ache. the velvety skin of her cock slides just right against your hole, the sensation of her hitting all your most sensitive spots so pleasant.

you suddenly find yourself pushed in into the desk, your chest pressed into the edge as you lay your head down on the surface. she takes you so filthily, not even talking, just watching her cock disappear in and out as she tightly grips your hips, keeping you still and fucking up into you as though you're just something to use.

"you're so fucking mean," you babble. "so mean, just taking me like this."

a hum is her response. "after the stunt you pulled today, I'd say you're lucky."

you giggle softly. "why, you wanted to punish me?"

she brushes a soft kiss to you shoulder. "mm. wanted to bend you over my knee."

the mental vision has you gasping, and you start pushing back against her.

she pants softly at the ruthless movements, baby hairs clinging to her sweaty forehead. "you feel so good."

the praise sends you pressing your forehead harder into the papers of her desk, drool beginning to slip past your lips.

her pace grows faster, cock beginning to pound into you with the noise of wet smacks ringing in the room. as the sweaty heat between you two gather, your pussy beginning to tighten around her more often, her reservations seem to crumble, gentle nothings spoken against your back as she presses her head into it. "you're such a tease, walking around like that." her voice lowers, mumbling, "someone just wanted to get slutted out, huh?"

"yes," you admit between soft gasps, "wanted to be a slut you can use me whenever you want."

"that much is obvious," she says, her flat tone only altered by the short breaths she's taking. "how long?"

when you don't respond, your mind a hazy whirlwind of praise and degradation, she lightly swats your ass, a quiet cry leaving your lips.

she pulls you back to her so your back is lodged against her chest and torso again, arms hooking under your thighs and pushing them apart so they're dangling over her spread legs. you're totally exposed, and the humiliation of it has your nipples stiffening through your bra. at this angle, she rams her thick cock into you, hips easily lifting and keeping you bouncing on her lap. her mouth latches onto your neck, whispering, "I told you to stay quiet. anyone could come in and find you like this."

the idea has you shuddering in her tight grip, and she immediately catches on, fingers playing with your clit, voice muttering, "I see. so, you like the idea of being caught. everyone finding out just how dirty you are."

between her words and cock jamming into you, you can't hold back anymore, coming hard and squeezing down on her cock. the feeling has her biting hard into your neck, her pacing beginning to lose its consistency, messy and uncoordinated. with a few more clumsy thrusts, her breaths heave against your ear, becoming shaky as you feel her seed spilling into you, thick and sticky.

when she softens and slips out from you, you nearly protest before her fingers push into your wet mess of a cunt, coaxing her come deeper into you. the filth of it has your eyes squeezing shut, and she kisses your cheek softly, muttering, "yeah, I think I like you like this."

needless to say, you decidedly no longer get much work done for her.

reminder: please make sure to always talk about, discuss + consent to kinks before engaging in them!! in this fic, the lack of discussion prior to engaging in certain kinks is just pure fantasy, and does not and should not reflect real life!! stay safe baesss <33

[leeharkerd]

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FANDOMS IM IN include glee, the boys, gen v, scream, and longlegs

CHARACTERS ill write for are quinn fabray, sidney prescott, jill roberts, amber freeman, mindy meeks martin, sam carpenter, queen maeve, starlight (annie january), cate dunlap, marie moreau, victoria neuman, and lee harker

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[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

The agents little secret

Warnings: smut (public sex)

Agent Y/n enters the irrigation room with a blank face. The guards look at them, and the film was rolling to be looked back at later. Lee Harker insisted it being her that went in to interrogate, but they had fully convinced her that they should interrogate him. Lee doesn’t question why they wanted to, since she knew that they took a special interest in this case

Dale smiles brightly at seeing them. He had missed them and couldn’t help but admire his lover for all the things they’ve covered up. They had hidden pictures of the two, their own little satanic collection. Red was of course their favorite color, but lied to not seem that suspicious since something as little as your favorite color could easily be tied in with something big

- “Agent Y/n! I’m so happy that you came by” he says with a bright smile. They sat across from him as the guards stayed behind them just in case. “I guess curiosity really killed the cat” they say, which makes Dale amused. The guards exchanged a confused look at how they were able to talk the same way like Dale. But the guards had both silently agreed that it was because they’ve done this before, and that talking in the way of the killer would help reveal more details

“The cat is just lost. Not dead yet” Dale says as he continues to smile. They nodded their head in agreement as the guards were still impressed by the way the two talked to each other. “The cat just needs some guidance” he says before a dark chuckle left his lips. They rose a curious eyebrow now, obviously acting like they don’t know what he’s talking about

“From whom?” They asked out of curiosity. “The man downstairs” he responds as he continues to smile. “Satan” they say so casually that it sent shivers down both guards’ back. The guards felt the air growing thicker now, and felt goosebumps forming on their skin. Dale grins, and nods his head. The guards felt the room growing colder now, but they don’t flinch nor shiver

No goosebumps formed on their skin to even show the slightest of fear. “Maybe the cat won’t feel so lonely anymore” he adds as he felt himself scooting closer towards the desk. “Perhaps the cat wasn’t lonely to begin with” they added, which piques his interest. They decided to go on: “the cat found someone who helps with that guidance. It’s forever grateful for its master helping it” they explained, which makes the guards even more uncomfortable

Dale rose an eyebrow out of curiosity, but knew they were referring to him. “Does the cat’s master make it happy?” He asked. “Of course” they say with a smile. “But that’s not why I’m here of course” they added, which makes him nod his head out of understanding. “You want to know why I did this” he says, which makes them nod their head. The guards were told to step out, leaving the two alone now

The guards were thankful that they got to leave the room, since the two weren’t feeling that comfortable now. The camera had randomly stopped recording, which makes them smirk. “Your plan is working wonderfully dear!” He says in a cheery voice, which makes them smile now. “I’m an Agent for a reason” they say with the smirk returning now

“Definitely my favorite Agent” he says as he pats his lap as a gesture that he wants them to sit down on his lap. They got up, and went over towards him. They sat down on his lap, which makes his hands go onto their waist. “So much smarter than all these agents. So much hotter” he spoke in a low sultry voice at the end, which makes them shiver. “How about sexier?” They asked, which makes him grin

“Definitely” he says as he slides a hand under their top that they needed to wear for work. He gasped when he realized that they weren’t wearing a bra. Their nipples were aching for attention, and he could tell. “I bet you’re not wearing underwear either” he whispered in a sultry voice right next to their ear

“Why don’t you find out?” They asked with a teasing smirk. He chuckles darkly again as he takes their shirt off now. Their nipples were hard, and he couldn’t help but admire their chest as he places his free hand under the hem of their pants. He could immediately feel their arousal and feel that they weren’t wearing underwear either

“I’m right” he says with a smirk on his face as he takes his hand out from their pants. He lifts them up, and then places them on the desk. He takes their pants off, and once their pants were on the floor, he pushes them down roughly onto the desk and finds himself in between their legs. He’s using his tongue as moans left their lips

The room echos the moans, and of course he knew all the right spots to make them squirm. The room was filled with the most erotic noises, and the two were so glad that the walls were thick enough to block out the noise to those outside of the room. His hands were clenching their thighs harshly, but they didn’t mind since they were into it

Their legs wrapped around his neck to bring him deeper inside of them. “Dale” they moaned as they knew they were going to come soon. Dale knew as well, which makes him stop. They let out a frustrated groan, which makes him chuckle. He lets go of their thighs as he lifts up his head

“I’ll make you cum and scream my name when you get me out of here” he says before he goes to leave bite marks on their thighs now that we’re already pretty marked up. But he liked marking them up until he definitely couldn’t anymore. They let out more moans of pleasure, since they always loved the pain that he brought with the pleasure

Once he was done leaving bite marks, he lifts up his head to look up at them. “You should get dressed dear. I’m sure the guards will be back to have a little chatty chat” he says as he moves away from them, and back onto the chair he sat at originally. They get up, and got dressed. He watches intently, taking in how hot they looked

Even when getting dressed, he still found them extremely sexy. He was growing impatient with his own desires, but knew he had to wait until he was at their place. But the way they looked after he was eating them out, was making it harder for him to have self control. They sat back at their spot across from him, and made sure to look as composed as before

Dale’s self control was hanging on by a thread as he watches their amazing acting skills. He was definitely madly in love and madly horny right now. “Oh darling, you’re making it harder for me to not take you right now and right here” he says in a low sultry voice, but it doesn’t make them break character

Dale was so impressed by his lover, and realized just how impatient he was now. No one was coming around since the agents wanted to rationalize on why someone sent bail money anonymously for Dale. It was confusing since all his followers that they knew about were dead. Dale took this into consideration, and got up now

They watched intently now as their serious face was still on them. That made it even better for him as he begins to strip away his clothes. They watched every movement he made as he was discarding his clothes. Their act still showing strong even when he stood naked before them. Their eyes met his, and they could tell how impatient he was now

This makes them get up, and re undress themselves. Once they were naked again, they go over towards the desk. They laid down on the desk, and spread their legs for him. He watches them like they were his prey. His eyes were filled with hunger and lust as he approached them. Once he’s between their legs, he slams into them harshly as his hands were grasped firmly onto the desk

Their body arches back as they let out a moan of pleasure. They immediately stretched out for him, which makes him start thrusting immediately. He’s doing it at a fast pace and he’s already hitting their g spot. Their hands were on the sides of the desk, clinging onto the desk as waves of pleasure rushes through them. His own moans echoed throughout the room now as he fucks them

They could only let out moans and not coherent sentences or thoughts. Their eyes were rolled back as always when he fucked them. The occasional moans of his name would escape their mouth, but that seemed to be the only word that they could moan right now. He moans their name in response as if the two were having a conversation that only the two could decipher

His hands moved to their thighs, which makes them moan louder at the pain that comes from him squeezing their thighs tightly. The two find each other lost in the feeling of the other around each other as the erotic noises continue to echo throughout the room. They clench around him, knowing they wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer

He lets them have their orgasm, but they don’t scream his name just in case. When they came down from their high, he continues until he was the one coming inside of them. He lets out a loud moan just like they did, squeezing their thighs more aggressively then already. This makes their moans intertwine with his

Once he was done, he stops thrusting and then gets out of them. The two got dressed quickly, and back to the normal position the two were in before. The two were hoping it’ll take a bit more time for the agents to arrive, or just their boss to talk about the bail money. Luckily once they were less sweaty from the events, their boss enters

-They had parked away from the station, and were slowly approaching the entrance. The same guards from before were bringing Dale out. Dale had somehow convinced the guards that he could walk the rest of the way to the designated car by himself. But it was definitely because the guards were deeply scared of Dale, and of course he wanted to take advantage of that fear

They watched in their rear view mirror that he was approaching by himself, which makes them smirk. He gets into the car once close by and by the passenger’s seat. He gently closes the door, and then looks at them as he puts his seatbelt on. The moonlight was shining on them, which makes him mesmerized

They turned to look at him and smiled. He smiles in return, happy to have found someone who truly found him attractive. He was also happy that they weren’t ever scared of him either, and that made him happy as well. As they eventually drove away, he kept staring at them. His hand was intertwined with one of their hands as they drove off into the night with him

[catnipwaffles]

dale kobble x fem reader

💉 warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex, creampie, manipulation, but still somehow comforting (it’s hard to explain), dom!dale, knifeplay, some religious references, EXTREME descriptions of violence caused by anger, blood, trauma responses, slight emetophobia, kinda fluff, minor injuries, maybe just a general warning. read a/n!

‘ summary: driven mad by the things you have had to do as dale’s doll delivery nun, the problem isn’t solved your way.

‘ a/n: this is kinda proofread but not rlly.. i suck at tagging and warnings 😓 also probably read tags… im rusty sorry… this is not in ruth’s pov, you just happen to be in the same position but i guess it can be taken as ruth x dale (but its not meant to be LOL.) ok enjoy :o)

a long day was something normal at this point. having entered a new “work” environment wasn’t easy, and the thoughts and consequences of it were unforgettable.

in idea, it seemed easy enough, taking the lives of others to protect your own, but too noble at heart, it fucked you up fast. at night, there was two options; either your only daughter would call, and talk to you about her work, without knowing it was you she was running after, or you would hear that damn guitar again. you weren’t sure of his appearance or origin before you had the displeasure of meeting him, but you knew he had to be further punishment for you. those guitar notes were crystals of salt to the wound, but they stung like shards, and he knew that. he was such a dick that he rubbed it in your face by playing his guitar at night before you had to induce further trauma on yourself just the day before, or after, sometimes even both.

this time had been particularly horrible. the scene kept replaying in your head, the struggle was already hard to see, and the gurgle from slit throats made you feel as if you could hear the skin ripping like paper. the splatter of the blood was a final wake-up call. if only you didn’t have to stick around to make sure it was done, with that knife in your bag. sometimes it felt like it would even speak to you in whispers, things that didn’t make sense but you somehow understood. it hadn’t been used this time, and it would be so much better if it stayed that way.

as you unlocked the door to enter your home, the wind blew at you, it almost felt like there was something calling your name. the only thing there when you turned around was the bloody footprints you had left. it felt like it would never leave you alone. regardless, you stepped in, trying to tell yourself you can worry about that later, trying not to stack on the growing anxieties you had about this whole process. he was the first thing you saw when you stepped in.

dale’s face was such a labyrinth. he still had time to get up in the morning and do his makeup routine, meanwhile you had to mentally prepare for any interaction ahead. the only thing colorful about him was his clothes, and even that seemed limited. he stood there and stared at you, he was so far yet you swore that if you were to stretch your arm out, you could touch him. the room was tense, all you could do was stare at eachother, almost like the both of you were waiting for the other to do something.

he took action and smiled at you. you fucking hated it. the way his botched lips couldn’t curl properly made his whole face look strained, like his actions to please someone that wasn’t there caused him the ability to even show emotion. when you really thought about it, you questioned if he was even human.

while you were studying him, your body took its own reaction. the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, but instead, you heard something else hit the wooden floor. you looked down, and tried to focus on it.

a teardrop.

then another, then another.

you were crying.

what you had failed to notice until now was that your body had started developing its own trauma responses, and this was one of them. dale’s face made you cry.

it wasn’t a minimal response, either, because it was enough to send you on your knees, wailing, and dropping your bag next to you. the pressure had finally knocked you down, atleast physically.

his footsteps got closer, but you would’ve rather died than look up. if he was gonna kill you, you wanted it now. instead, his hand cupped the side of your face, and he tilted it upwards, towering over you. he looked down at you with these eyes, like he wanted you to know that in this household you were the sick one.

“there thereee… little angel…”

it was too many sensations at once, his rough hand still making contact with you, his voice, the way he dragged his words, like he could never get them all the way out.

“he’s pleased with you, doesn’t that make you the happiest, stray lamb…”

it was sinking in now, you were so desperate for comfort, to run to someone that knew what was going on, that even his comfort was doing the trick. he had teased you for it, he was actively leeching off of you, but it did the trick. his voice came back, this time an octave lower.

“if you fuck this up, i’ll gut you and your daughter like a freshly hunted buck.”

a whine almost escaped from you, but you focused on nodding frantically to try to signal to him that you understood. “it won’t happen again. i won’t- do this again.” you spat out, you were scared so badly that you couldn’t even control what you had said. hurting was something that needed to be done on your own time, on the rare occasion that you had any away from your thoughts and internal monologue. dale wanted none of it to be obvious.

he didn’t want to know you were weak. he didn’t want to know that one of these days, as a drastic measure or maybe a desperate last resort, you could go to your daughter and tell her everything. he never wanted her to get that closure before the inevitable, whether it was at his hands or at the hands of god himself.

“oh, sweet, dirty girl.” dale’s voice went back to the tone you were used to, and he helped you get up, even picking up your bag in the process. he brought you into a hug without warning, atleast that’s what you think he meant to do. your arms were at your sides, and all he had done was place the palm of his hand on the back of your head, making your face hide into his neck. his scent was so strong, and you were too frozen from fear to avoid it.

then he let you go, and you immediately reacted by stepping away. this is the closest view you had gotten of dale’s face. his surgeries were apparent and made him look more uncanny than you remember. he brushed the hair away from your face with his fingers, then he leaned in, his hands traveled down to your waist. time to react was futile, because he immediately pulled you back in, kissing your cheek again and again, up and down

holy shit

he was trying to kiss your tears.

once he cleaned you off, he simply stepped away, and went back to his part of the house. to him, it was meaningless. just an attempt for him to comfort you, even if he had no sympathy for you, or anyone. to you, it opened a pathway.

-

present day, it had been a while since this happened. all you had managed to do since then was overthink, and overthink, and overthink yourself into a pit. though it was uneventful, you knew your next doll delivery up soon, and mixed with the way you felt like his fingers were still on you

it was enough to induce nausea. the words he said to you were something you went by almost religiously now, it was essential. after it was done, the drive home held a similar chest pain where your heart is. maybe you were doomed to be this way forever, and building an intolerance for the people you were technically hurting wasn’t an option.

overthinking kicked back into overdrive on this trip, and that familiar sting was starting to metamorphosize into an unjust feeling. none of this was fair. you weren’t given a chance. you didn’t get to pick when your daughter was born, and under any circumstance, you would have e never done this. and the start of everything was in your basement overstaying his welcome. he didn’t have to worry about anything but putting his special fucking porcelain hands to work, all while making sure his fuckass face paint didn’t slip off to fuel his fucking fixation on the color white.

you wouldn’t be happy until he was gone. you pictured him, his own blood drying onto his hair, his face ripped open, being able to see pieces of his skull.

it all happened so fast- seeing your home, you wasted no time storming inside, throwing your bag down, but grabbing the knife you had tucked inside. with it behind your back, adrenaline was rushing through your veins, replacing the fear he had injected into you purely by looking at you. at the basement door, you started to shake again, and you clutched the knife even harder. you couldn’t even second think this properly, you were too ready and you unlocked the door.

it was a sight. from as far as your eye could see, he wasn’t such a freak, and it seemed pretty clean. down the steps and into what would be the main part of the basement, he was nowhere to be found. no creeping footsteps, no indicators he was even there. a couple of doll parts were scattered about, as well as some of his belongings, but no dale.

“what do you think you’re doing down here?”

you immediately turned and swung at whatever you heard, your knife headed straight for dale’s face, before he shoved you down and you dropped it immediately. on the floor, you tried to kick him off but he was on top of you fully, taking the blow to the stomach without issue.

“we had a deal you ungrateful ROAD WHORE,”

his voice dropped again, louder. and with it, your heart felt as if it was in your stomach as you realized how badly you had fucked up to get to this point. you weren’t getting away from him. and you looked into his eyes again. he forced you to.

you were on the floor flat on your back, and he was sitting on your chest, almost crushing you.

the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing from both of you.

“i knew i couldn’t devote you. you could never appreciate the luck you have to be here, the choice you were presented with. i gave you a chance, and i knew you would turn on me you heaven-sent…”

dale reached for the knife you dropped

“sleaze”

it was up to your neck now, and all you could do was pray inside of your head.

“you’re so lucky. lucky lucky lucky girl… idiotic stray lamb, you’ll never be polluted, you’ll never appreciate what it means to get torn open and built to a new self.” he trailed off again. he leaned down, and it brought you right back to where you were not long ago. this time, you didn’t let him take control, and you headbutted him. he fell back a bit, throwing the knife along with the jolt his body had. enough for you to get out and stand up, but he was fast. he stood up and blocked you off again.

“but i can fix you. i can make you appreciate it.”

the knife was on the floor

“i’ll do just that- teach you a lesson by cracking your ribs open, splitting those pretty fingers in half, making you thank me while i do it.”

you ran to reach it, and he kicked it away.

“FUCK!”

you yelled at the top of your lungs, your chance to execute your plan sabotaged with something as simple as a kick. your mind blanked, the anger was draining. it hurt. you didn’t want to be anything anymore. you fell back again and let yourself stay there this time. the tears prickled your eyes again, and you were back to square one.

“little angel…”

his tone was so sickly sweet, as if he was talking to an injured animal.

“he had good teachings for you, and i wanted to pass them down. from my friend. so you could pass it on again, and again, and again… i spent so much of my precious time on those dolls. you were doing so good.”

his breath was loud, and he leaned down to your level again.

“my pretty cryer, my doll…”

“i chose you special. i wanted to stay here with you, i wanted you to reach your potential. i saw it. i saw it.”

he kept going.

you made eye contact, and when you stared into his eyes your brain felt like it cracked open, like he ripped it at the seams and you finally understood everything he had been trying to tell you. he did everything.

he did it again, leaned in and started kissing your tears. like he wanted to keep you safe, clean. the only polluting of your body that he wanted was caused by him. not yourself. when he was done and your cries became sniffles as you calmed, your faces were close again. he kept looking at your lips, at you. he knew what you were and what you weren’t.

you leaned in, your lips landed on his, and before you knew it, he held you, he didn’t want you to stop. this was different, it wasn’t just a kiss. he knew it meant you knew. his words finally got through to you.

“fix me, please..”

you whined out

“im a defunct doll. you know how to make me a new.”

“good, good girl,” he replied, and there on the floor, he started undressing you as you kept whining. all you wanted now was his forgiveness. you resisted for so long, and his plan for you was apparent now. the words that were left unspoken seemed to spill out by him being so delicate with your body.

he kissed your right tit, and started rubbing at the slit in your panties. your whines became whimpers. “dale,” you wanted him to listen. “please. please please…”

he moved your panties to the side, and plunged his middle finger into your cunt. you were so worked up, he didn’t even have to get you ready. his tongue was still lapping away at your nipple, and his finger started to slowly move in and out of you. you both were so desperate for a moment like this. his mouth moved up, and he was buried into your neck, focusing on the fingers inside of you.

“shhh. i’ll make you all better. it’s what i’ve been assigned to do.”

he shoved another finger into your desperate body, and you reacted accordingly, whimpering louder, giving him the fuel he needed to make you almost finish then and there right on his fingers.

he took his fingers out, and positioned himself so his clothed cock would be between your legs.

“can you feel how hard i am, lamb?”

all you could do was nod, your body felt like it was passing electricity from how bad you needed him inside of you. you can’t believe your eyes had been closed for so long. you deserved to be split open, just for him. he unzipped his pants and took out his dick, rubbing it against your clit, strings of precum connecting them. then he pushed inside of you, leaning forward and making out with you to keep your pleas inside. your body fluids mixed, and when he pulled away you could tell he was saying “mine,” or “my dirty, sweet girl.” as well as his own whimpers.

he fucked you slowly, like he wanted to feel and process every inside part of your organ, and like he had wanted this for so long that he wanted to savor it. his love was so much more than this. he could’ve dug his thumbs into your tummy and ripped you open just like he said. he was resisting the urge to, he wanted so badly to see how everything was operating. that’s when he got the idea, and he managed to grab back the knife that had been kicked to the side earlier.

he held it to your stomach.

he started fucking you faster.

the room was filled with skin slapping against skin, his dick burrowing in you.

it was so cold, the blade on the edge of cutting your skin, yet he didn’t seem to push it down.

“let this be the last time you resist.

orders are to follow.”

you nodded but that wasn’t enough. “use your words, the ones i blessed on you.” you could feel the tip of his dick hitting your cervix, over, and over, and over, yet you managed to say “i’ll never resist again, dale. you know what’s best for me,” with the other hand, he grabbed your hip and shoved his cock deeper- you were getting so close. so was he. “you- … you know what’s best for me. i need you, i need you so bad.”

he calmed you before you got worked up again. “shh, little angel… take all of me in your satin womb, let your arousal take it. indulge in the ecstasy.”

he was going so fast now that both of your whines were mixing. with the warmth of his body against yours, he finished inside you, and you followed him when you felt it. he pulled you into another kiss, slipping his tongue to yours again. kobble’s seed spread inside of you, it shaped you a new.

a new lamb, a new woman, a new helper, a new doll. it wasn’t lust that could make this happen.

it was connection. connection that had been strained from the start, and fixed.

[rottedghuleh]

Dale Kobble (Longlegs) x GN!Reader

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! Another self indulgent story because I do not see enough written about Dale Kobble. Longlegs was a good movie to me and of course my mind immediately started to hyperfixate on it. Another thing, I don't remember FOR SURE the year date of Longlegs, besides I can come to the conclusion that it's set in 1991 because the most recent murders in the movie was four months ago at the time, and Haker's birthday was January, which was the month it was set in. And in the files at the beginning when Harker is looking through them, it says 1990. SO LET'S PRETEND I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN!

Warnings!: Dale being a creepy, desperate man. Dale also being very pathetic. Of course unedited writing again because my lazy ass don't wanna. Noncon, riding his cock until he's panting like a pathetic pet, death gripping your chest to keep him from cumming sooner, praising.

A job at a hobby craft store wasn't as boring as you thought it was. Of course, it was something your friend, who also worked there, pressured you into doing so they wouldn't be so bored. The added perks of you borrowing craft supplies to make whatever you wanted while watching The Silence of the Lambs on the shit box television that was up on the wall.

Mostly your work was to get away from home. Between the arguing with your partner and the constant bitching you have to hear, sometimes having an escape is nice to have.

The bell on the door jingles, signalling an almost unwelcomed customers. You were right in the middle of gluing random buttons onto the jean jacket you wore over your shirt. Your eyes stayed on the older gentleman that came waddling in. It didn't take you long to remember it was that fucking creep that was asking your friend weird questions at the counter. Dale Kobble, the fucking freak.

"Welcome." You call out as the older man shuffled down the aisles. He was creepy as shit, that was for sure. His blonde hair framed his face that almost seemed feminine. He clutched onto his robe and gave a smile to you.

Your eyes glued back onto the TV for the next few minutes, trying to avoid the stares of the older man until the bell rang at the front counter. "Is that all you need?" Your eyes glued to the various items he had, doll eyes, synthetic hair, the works. Dale slid his items across the counter to you with shaking hands. They looked soft, but you could see the callouses on some parts of finger pads. Guitar player.

"When's your birthday, little angel?" Dale's voice was odd. It was whiney, but in a way it was oddly comforting. The same damn question he asked your friend. You debated on calling for the manager, to tell him that creep was back again. "I'm not comfortable with sharing my birthday." You gave Dale a dirty look, looking up through your lashes to give him a glare as you scanned his items.

Dale didn't say anything, just stared at you with that creepy smile. The entire aura of him was...off. He wasn't right in the mind and it was obvious through the haze in his eyes. You were almost convinced that this man was either high as shit or he escaped the retirement after being pumped up full of medications.

With that, he was gone after paying, leaving you with a pile of change at the counter that he made sure to count out exactly. "Of course that fucker would pay with just change." You grumbled as you started to put it away.

About an hour later, you were off. Your house was luckily not that far away, but the cold snap of winter wind was bad enough to make you wish you had a car. It was in the shop currently due to a drunk driving accident your partner had. You wrap your jean jacket around your midsection tightly to get rid of some of the bite.

Winter was always a bitch in Oregon.

In the distance, a ratty, old station wagon. If you could remember correctly, looks just like the Chevy Caprice station wagon your own father has. Maybe older. Not that it was important. It didn't seem important until you saw Dale getting out of it.

"Shit-" you turn, walking a different direction. Hell, you've been in this town long enough to know the back roads to get back to your place but all knowledge was wiped of it when you felt a strong grip on your shoulder.

"Are you lost, little angel?" That voice felt like a death sentence. It was heavy on your shoulders and felt like it knocked the air out of you. "No...sir. I'm fine." You felt the hand turn you around and for sure, you were face to face with Dale.

The two of you sat in silence, the grip on your shoulder getting stronger. "My friend tells me you have a mean partner." Dale said suddenly.

How the fuck? You don't tell anyone about what really goes on at home. Not even your own parents. "What fucking friend, you creepy asshole?" You tried to shove away by both of Dale's hands grabbed your shoulders, pushing you roughly against the station wagon.

"My friend, the one downstairs. He lives there so much that you can call him, 'Mr. Downstairs'." It was clear at this point, Dale has definitely lost it. "Play with me and I won't gut you and hang you by your fucking innards in front of your mommy."

Dale pressed his hips against your's, it was obvious what he was asking. The bulge tenting his thin dress pants pressed right between your thighs, against your crotch. You were frozen. You knew what could happen, you learned to never underestimate someone despite how they looked.

After more silence, Dale's hand gripped the hair on the back of your head, steering you into his car as he shoved you in, forcing you to straddle on top of him. He laid beneath you, it didn't take much of his whines to understand that he was already wound up. Dale rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs catching your shirt before pulling it up over your chest.

"Oh, angel, you're so sweet. Just like Satan made you perfect for me." Dale praised. It was weird, but in a way, you felt the ache between your legs start to build. Dale's bulge was right pressed against your crotch, his hips rutting it against you.

Dale's whimpers came out like a needy dog. He was so fucking pathetic and the way you perched perfectly against his cock straining his pants was a beautiful fucking sight. Dale reached a shaking hand down to undo his pants and his erection springs out almost immediately.

It didn't take long for you to strip either, seeing the leaking tip of Dale's cock was enough to make your insides quiver. Dale didn't even let your pants get all the way off before he just simply pushed your underwear to the side and filled up your hole with a sharp thrust.

"Fuck-" You choke out, his dick wasn't as big, but it was enough to make you fill full. Dale was already panting like a dog the second he was in, his hands death gripping your chest, and his thumbs rubbing over your nipples.

He was rougher than you expected, sharp, fast thrusts up against your ass and filling you completely. Dale had at least some experience with fucking fine meat, but it had been awhile. It said so in his thrusts, sloppy but still coordinated.

Dale clenched his eyes shut his mouth parted open in moans and whines like he's a desperate whore, holding onto you for dear life. By the end of it, both of you were screaming out in pleasure, a thick filling of Dale's cum shooting up into you. He pulls you off, seeing the string of the mixed fluids dripping from your tight hole that was clenching and unclenching around nothing to adjust to the emptiness.

"Such a pretty little lamb for the slaughter."

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

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[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.

[mayasaurusss]

Masterlist

Hello dear readers! I will be mainly writing for Yellowjackets!

What I'll write: Fluff, angst, horror writing (in details), smut.

What I wont write: anything releated to hardcore or borderline creepy fetishes, character x character (unless reader is somewhay thrown in).

Request rules: if you want to request anything, it would be helpful to be really specific so i dont mess it up ;). When requesting something, be sure to specify the gender of the reader. Writing time may take a while! All the character I write for are aged to 18 years old or are older.

Ao3 account: Mayasaurus

Other masterlists: sweetpea, longlegs, fallout, arcane, The witching hour (fictober project).

Yellowjackets masterlist

Lottie Matthews:

Curses (series) Cheerleader Lottie x fem basketball player reader Modern soccer jock Lottie x fem reader The creature in the woods: Werewolf Lottie x reader Werewolf Lottie slice of life headcanons Lazy morning with Lottie Camomile: Lottie comforts reader during exam season Old ghosts: yandere/crazy Lottie x reader Honey: beekeeper Lottie x fem florist reader Vampire Lottie who feels bad drinking from you. Lottie x dance teacher reader Spending Lottie family's money Dating Lottie in the wilderness

Natalie Scatorrcio

Blood hive: Vampire Natalie x fem reader In your arms: angst in the wilderness. Comforting Natalie

Shauna Shipman

Having a situationship with Shauna in the wilderness Transmasc! Shaun blurbs Werewolf boyfriend: transmasc Shaun slice of life (series: 1, 2, 3, 4-nsfw)

Jackie Taylor

The feeling of you: Transfeminine Jackie in the wildernes Sleepover: Transfeminine Jackie x reader Transfem virgin Jackie Taylor blurbs

Misty Quigley

Aftercare headcanons Bites and kisses: cutness agression with Misty Going through ftm transition with transfeminine Misty Transfeminine Misty character study Misty taking care of sick reader

Van Palmer

Just like in the movies: Spider-Van x fem reader

Laura Lee

Taissa Turner

Soon...

Curses: chapter two Goddess Natalie one-shot (50% done) Witcher Natalie one-shot (45% done) Transmasc Shaun oneshot (30% done)

Anons: 🐈, 💗, 🐇,🌿, 🪓

[serqphites]

omg omg hi!! i love ur acc and adore ur writing <3 ik u get sm smut recs nd im sorry to be adding to the list but i was wondering if you could maybe write a fic of eating lee out? i just think she would be sooo whiny and pathetic its killing me!!!!

pls don't ever feel bad abt sending in reqs ! if i didn't want to ever write smut again then i assure you i would js say :) also that's so kind of you thank you so much ml <3

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it’s that time again, lee’s hand tugging at your belt as she whines into your mouth, her tongue dancing with your own. but something feels different today, almost as if you don’t really deserve it this time? like yes of course you’ve been to work too, but your job is nothing compared to what your girlfriend has to endure every single day.

her whines only become more desperate as she pulls away from the kiss, no words necessary because she's flashing you those gosh darn lost puppy eyes. leaning in once more, you press a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away and batting your hungry eyes at her (despite lee chasing after your mouth, whining again when you resist).

"not today baby, let me treat you mkay? just lay back beautiful" lee's hesitant at first, frowning before nodding and moving to lay beside you on her back.

all past confusion and cares are forgotten once her pants are off, her touch starved pussy practically crying for you. "so wet already? we haven't even done anything" pouting at her as you mock her, you position yourself between her legs, the heat radiating from her only intensifying your cravings.

"missed you today" she mutters sheepishly, head held up as she peeks down at whatever you're about to do to her.

cut to lee's hands tangled up in your hair, attempting to pull you impossibly close to her throbbing clit as she grinds her hips desperately against your face. lee could swear she's never felt anything like this in her life, you weren't joking when you told her she'd practically made you see god every time she's gone down on you.

"fuckshit- js'like that- mmm you're s'good" you can barely understand her, whimpers like a distant echo behind her slurred words as your tongue takes her to heaven and back.

you've never heard lee sound so... pathetic. i mean yeah she has always been whiny with you, but never before have you heard her be so vocal during sex, that's usually your job. "taste s'good" your words are obviously muffled against her, not wanting to pull away from your poor girl and ruin her building orgasm.

lee's whines and failed sentences turned whimpers eventually fade into cries of pure pleasure, that tight knot building in her abdomen. how can you tell? because her hand slides down to her stomach, pressing down slightly on just the right spot. classic trick, it's almost poetic to watch her do it to herself. even more arousing to know it's all because of you.

"i- i-" god she's trying so hard to get out the words she needs to, tears pricking at her eyes over how desperately she wants to tell you exactly what she needs. poor, pathetic thing.

nodding against her, you bring a hand up to rest atop her own that's currently pushing down onto her stomach, adding more pressure just to further her enjoyment. whines and moans build and build, echoing throughout the room and bouncing off of the walls before one last final cry of your name. lee comes undone for you, cum pooling into your mouth, her hips religiously rocking against your face as she rides out her high.

you can't just leave her like that though, right? that's just not fair, lee always makes sure to clean you up when she's done with you.

making sure you don't miss a drop of cum, your tongue travels around her messy cunt in search of more. lee's being driven insane above you, legs shaking like a leaf as she jolts and jitters with every swipe of your tongue against her plump clit.

deciding you've had enough fun with her, you press one last tender kiss to her pretty pussy before crawling up lay on her heaving chest, breath heavy and uneven. "good?" voice gentle, you trace patterns to her slightly revealed chest, only a few buttons being undone.

"good." poor baby sounds so exhausted, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your hand on her chest. she deserves a good rest after such an agonising day of work, and especially after that.

[bosinclairsgff]

Could you please write a NSFW about Dale and Ruth fucking in the first month of living together?

You are wild but I appreciate it. In fact it’s always welcome on my page. Also idk if this was what you were looking for if you wanted more smut shoot me another request and I’ll write a super dirty one ;)

warnings: NSFW

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Ruth and Dale had been living together for about a month now. At first Ruth absolutely hated him. She couldn’t even stand to look at him. He was a bad man who made her become a bad woman. Slowly though a relationship started to form between the two of them. She’d make dinner and leave him a plate at the top of the steps. Then it wasn’t only dinner but breakfast and lunch too. He showed his appreciation through little notes he’d leave with the dirty plate. Always in some weird code but she knew it was his way of saying thanks. Raising Lee wasn’t always easy and sometimes she needed someone to talk to. That’s when her visits downstairs started. At first she made some excuse like she was looking for something she might have left down there. But she’d linger, watching him make dolls or clean up some mess he made. Dale is such an awkward man he’d just breathe loudly and nod his head maybe breathing out a “thanks” now and then. One late night she couldn’t sleep and neither could he. He doesn’t usually sleep much but he just couldn’t focus on anything either. Not her first thought but she decided to go downstairs to see him. He was in his pajamas, she was in her nightgown and robe. It was silent between them for a moment. They just watched each other, neither of them making the first move. But then she did. He was lying down on his mattress, back against the cold hard wall, legs straight out. Even a book tossed to the side, he must not have been very into whatever he was reading. Ruth made her way to the mattress. He was still, his breathing loud and heavy. She hovered over him before straddling her legs over his hips. Dale’s breath gets caught in his throat but he doesn’t stop her. She can feel him getting hard. Slowly, she unties his pants, watching his face for a hint of uncertainty. She doesn’t find any. His eyes are half open and his breathing is fast and loud. Pulling his pants down, revealing his hard cock. It was bigger than she was expecting, letting out a small gasp. Dale chuckles slightly. Pre cum was leaking everywhere. Ruth sits up on her knees pulling her underwear to the side then slowly letting him fill her up. She whines because it stretches her out so much. He whimpers and hold onto her hips. Dale doesn’t help at all just simply lets his hands rest on her hips. Ruth slowly sits herself all the way down, moaning as she bottoms out. Dales a whimpering, whining mess. Bucking his hip upward trying to get her to move. So she gives him what he wants. Slowly rising herself up then crashing back down. That almost makes Dale cum, just that little act. Ruth picks up her pace, moving up and down finding a rhythm that makes both of them happy. Dales fingers dig into her hips, she lets out a small yelp. He whines at the sound she made. Slowly turning into a mumbling, whining mess he tries to hold out longer. But he can’t, cumming deep inside her. She holds onto his shoulders as she does the same. For a moment they sit in silence, Dales breathing being the only thing they hear. Ruth gets up and leaves. Not a word being shared between the two.

[anarchy-n-glitter]

just a lil longlegs x reader/oc drabble i wrote, finally coming off of the anon for this cause i need to stop being a coward.

i tried my best to keep descriptions of the main character neutral but there are a few things specific to my oc clarice like her hair color and last name.

idk how many words this is, i wrote it in a cold sweat in my notes app

TW: dubious consent, mentions of cannibalism, smut

he had descended upon her again like a pale ghost amongst a sea of red. chapped, puffy lips ravaged her skin and her own lips harshly - as if he were trying to fuse himself to her. tears filled her wide eyes as she choked out a gasp that was halfway between pained and pleasureful as his nails dug into the soft flesh of her wrists.

her back arched, pressing her bare chest into his clothed one unintentionally. her body betrayed the look of disgust she often wore when she looked at him. the way her eyes locked onto his and stared unblinking with a mixture of fear and lust and hate did nothing but shackle him to her - in his mind, their souls were intertwined… she would be his forever.

this pretty investigator, a girl of only twenty one, delivered to him wrapped up in a pretty bow by satan himself. she was a gift in more ways than one, and he would use her as another offering to mr. downstairs.

he loved her most like this, spread out on his mattress with her wrists pinned above her head. her strawberry blonde hair splayed around her head and face in a mockery of a halo as he defiled her. bloodied the white wings of the angel before him. he took the soft, supple flesh of her breast between his teeth and softly bit down, drawing another sweet gasp from her lips. the small whines worked him up in a way he couldn’t explain. he wanted to make her cry.

pale eyes shot up to look at her suddenly, practically pinning her in place and forcing her to be silent. she found it hard to stay still and stay quiet with him staring at her the way he was, with him slotted between her legs dragging his rancid cock against her walls. a stuttering breath escaped her and he pounced on her like a wild animal, teeth on her neck, hands tightening around her wrists til it was unbearable. she cried out, and in return he made a similar whining sound.

with each thrust she tried to contain the small noises that ached to escape her throat, but to no avail. dale’s own moans - moans done to mock her - only seemed to draw out the sounds she longed to suppress. on his ghostly face a lopsided grin broke out. it sent shivers down her back as she braced for what could possibly come next.

dale would never let her leave. he couldn’t. he wanted to put her in her own box and bury her where no one would find her, somewhere only he knew about. and when the time came he would dig her up and be her savior, someone she could shower with gratitude and love.

she would love him one day.

overcome with lust and jealousy and possessiveness, dale leaned down to her ear, pressing his lips to the outer shell as he whispered: “if i could i would eat you alive.”

the rasp of his voice - and the dead seriousness in his tone - sent shivers down her spine. her body suddenly went numb as another pang of fear wracked through her limbs. her eyes darted to the workbench across the room, to the tools that laid upon the wooden surface and glimmered in the low light. she could see a knife, a pair of scissors, and a saw. if he wanted to he could kill her, she knew that much, and his words only instilled that fear in her further.

would he kill and eat her? she supposed it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility - after all, he already was a serial killer.

“i would swallow you whole. or i could tear you apart with my teeth. that way you’d always be close to me… you could never leave.” dale continued. her body was rigid against his own. he slowed his thrusts, somehow reaching deeper inside her than ever before, yet she found it hard to make any sort of noise. her vocal cords felt paralyzed.

“i would keep you…” he moved her wrist, guiding her hand between their bodies to the taut skin of his belly. “right here, all safe and sound inside me.”

the sound of his sing-songy voice turned her stomach uneasily. her wide, teary eyes met his again, and she realized with horror that he was dead serious. she found herself praying, words muttered under her breath that she knew didn’t mean a thing in the room she found herself in. this was not god’s domain. dale picked up his pace again, chuckling lowly and continuing to mock her whines and prayers.

“oh god, please!” he cried teasingly, followed by another high pitched whine that sounded like a woman from a porno. “god please don’t let him hurt me.” he pressed a firm, wet kiss to her mouth.

“fuck,” he groaned, “don’t let him tear into the flesh of my chest and dig out my heart.” this time instead of returning her right hand above her head, he reached out to cup her cheek.

as if suddenly entranced by him, so full of fear, she couldn’t hold anything back. her tears flowed and her throat felt raw as she screamed wantonly, legs tightening around his hips. he released her other hand which she used to draw him closer, holding his body tightly to hers.

and over his shoulder she saw it - the hulking, shadowy figure of the beast staring down at her with glowing red eyes filled with hate and love and pleasure. this was dale’s way of praying - this was his devotion - and she could tell the devil reveled in every minute of it. one of god’s children - angelo, the angel, heavenly and clean - corrupted and defiled by his own. his disciple… the man downstairs.

her eyes gazed upon the demented face of longlegs, and in their heated moment of terror, disgust and euphoria she came undone around him - finally resigning herself to the life he chose for her.