BIRTHDAY GIRLS UNMAKE ME

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Longlegs hornyposting blog, Longlee centric but also open to taking requests of x readers, other ships etc. Self proclaimed insane pervert. Ask away, little angels.

FUBFREE SALS YKINMKATO. tagging system below...

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🎂 = lee harker

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👁️ = reader

🪐 = characters from outside media

🔻 = movie screencaps + gifs

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🐅 = funnies

🎹 = music

💌 = asks

🤍 = saucy stuff, nsft

Any CWs will be tagged on posts accordingly and nsft or exceptionally long posts will be put under a readmore!

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longlegs sequel confirmed. i kno osgood said that it wont b a direct continuation but plz plz plz plz plzzzzz i rly hope that lee is present in some way. i need more longlee material . .

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a preview from my fic:

She steps out of the darkness and into the light, tears of joy streaming down his face. His avenging angel, radiant in all her righteous glory, has come to deliver her judgment. "Ah, there she is. The almost birthday girl." Lee's eyes quivered as he stood from the bed and knelt before her, reverently bowing at her feet. "Stand up—stand up. Hands behind your back." The commanding tone in her voice sent a thrill through him making his cock twitch. Lee had transformed beautifully from that shy, awkward child she once was into a confident FBI agent in law enforcement. Dale couldn't be prouder of his girl. Because he allowed her to live he created her. They were forever connected.

Dale gradually rose to his feet, permitting her to take control as she secured him with handcuffs.

" Whatever you say, little angel." He smiled, slight and fond.

this is so so so so good. ugh. what a wonderful surprise to find this in my inbox. i cannot wait for your fic to be done!

dale loves his little angel so much. so proud. ughhhh.

[mignonettesauce]

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In august you mentioned longlee fanfic,, how are things with it? ('ω')

It's still a work in progress! I've been thinking of dropping some little teasers of it... maybe a screenshot of a paragraph or too. I don't know. I'll think about it. :3

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dale and lee's first time together? would he be nice and gentle? it's probably....maybe her first time ever? or at least in a long time.

i think he cares enough about lee to be "nice" but who knows >:)

Their first time vexes me because there's just sooo many ways it could go, how it would play out...

It would absolutely be Lee's first time. She's probably never even seen a penis in real life (though she is an FBI agent, maybe the only she's ever seen are dead ones). Dale's is sure to be a shock to her, for a multitude of reasons.

The color, the size, the fucking piercings! It would make it look all the more grotesque. A lilac colored head covered with the foreskin pulled back to reveal a magic cross. The frenum ladder down the thick heavy shaft. The way it throbs and drips out pre is borderline hypnotic. Lee wouldn't be able to look away. That thing was going to go inside her? She could barely fathom how. The thought of it stretching her out made her stomach, and lower down, feel hot and funny. With their height difference, standing up and facing each other makes it poke her in the tummy. Feeling it throb against her makes a shiver run up Lee's spine, and she can't tell whether or not it's from fear... or something else.

Dale would sob at the mere sight of her naked body. Her white tits, her soft little belly, and the cutest cunt he's ever laid his eyes on. The small tuft of hair above it was like a little cherry on top. He couldn't wait to huff it while he made her dance on his tongue. To tear it apart and ruin it with his too-big fugly cock...

It's not in Dale's nature to be gentle. He would have to fight himself so much, holding back everything in his body to stop himself from ravaging her. He needed to be gentle. He didn't wanna scare her, at least not too much. He wanted her to enjoy this, too. So he will be a little angel and treat her with care. As much care as he can muster. As much until he finally snaps and takes her and fully makes Lee his girl. Not his fault though. Once Lee starts making those adorable little noises, starts arching her hips to meet his and take him in deeper, how is Dale supposed to control himself?

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Changing my typing style on here. If I'm going to use proper grammar I might as well use proper capitalization too!

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since we touched upon the topic of Lee being babied:Dale reading her bed time stories about the devil.Dale saying that if she has a nightmare she can go sleep in his room,it’s fine!Dale feeding her breakfast as if she isn’t able to do it herself.Dales making toys in general for her…just uhhhhhh I love this dynamic

Lee would cringe at Dale offering her to sleep with him if she had a nightmare. The way he says it feels perverted. Like she would ever take up on that offer... certainly not. And Dale would certainly not do anything satanic ritual-like to give her a nightmare, either. Totally. Lee just has a nightmare because of a pure coinkydink.

Dale holds her as they lay in his bed and lets her drift off in his arms, squeezing her and offering her comfort after a particularly scary dream. Lets her cry into his chest about it.

He would offer Lee small dolls he's made, maybe even sew her a stuffie to take to bed with her, if she wants to be a big girl and sleep in her own bed. Too shaken up from her nightmare to do that, though. Dale doesn't have any complaints about her cuddling him to sleep.

In the morning he makes her scrambled eggs and bacon. Of course he insists on cutting it into bitesized pieces and feeding it to Lee. If she's not big enough to sleep on her own, she isn't big enough to eat by herself either. Sure, that makes sense.

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What do you think would have happened if Lee had left the interrogation room before Dale started smashing his head into the table? Like, after he says "why don't you ask your mommy?" she would have nervously run out of there (thinking that he's talking complete nonsense and she doesn't want to listen to him anymore, idk if that sounds logical lol)

I think he probably would've either got sent to prison and rotted there, or smash his face in all the same. Maybe Mr. Downstairs would help him escape prison through some sort of magical means? I'm not too sure. I can't imagine much would change.

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it'd be sick if when dale gave himself up he let lee be the one to bring him into custody putting himself willingly in her hands

Oh how he would love for Lee to be the one to put his hands behind his back and cuff him. He couldn't promise not to get a little hot and bothered by it. The image of him bent over a car, with Lee holding his cuffed arms behind his back. When he heard Lee was going into law enforcement, he knew that she would be the one to have to catch him. He even contemplated throwing away his life's work just to be her "first time", the first perp she's ever caught. Though Mr. Downstairs didn't seem fond of the idea, so Dale didn't do anything drastic like that.

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Okay, that ask has me feeling motivated. I'm gonna try and see if I can reply to some of these asks...

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Um hi are you alive??😦😦

Yes, I am alive. Sorry I've been AFK lately...

I've been having a bit of a writers block, but recently it's started to go away. I've been getting more ideas for drabbles of these two, along with some stuff involving Ruth and Carrie Anne. Again, sorry for the absence! I promise to deliver some quality posts soon-ish :3

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if i can be a little honest... i do project myself onto lee a teensy bit. 🫣

i used to feel really guilty about my more taboo fantasies (who would've guessed being sexually traumatized would affect me sexually!) but projecting onto a character that isn't me makes me feel a bit better about it, especially when said character already has someone preying on her. there's a strange sort of catharsis in it, being able to have control over the very thing that hurt me. answering asks about these two feels like a weight off my shoulder each time. thinking about how fucked up they are, how loveless and doomed and predatory it all is... it actually helps me process my own baggage surrounding the bullshit that happened to me, pick it apart, understand the why and how of things. it's all very fascinating.

i've been called sick for shipping them. to the people that say this, you are a hundred percent correct. that's my bad, i guess. i'll try harder next time to not go through a life changing event that permanently alters my sexuality. god forbid i find comfort in playing pretend!

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lee.. riding dale..?

ohh, i'm sure dale would love that. what a staggering sight to behold...

lee would need his help, not that dale would mind at all. he loves directing her around like a little marionette during their special times together.

i picture lee to be pretty sheltered sex wise, it just wasn't something that really interested her. it scared her, even. she felt really stunted compared to her peers growing up. though she does have a libido, that she knows. she masturbates at least once every day, usually at night after work. it helps take the edge off after a long day. she doesn't really fantasize about anything during these sessions, though. she just lets herself feel everything. lee borders on being asexual, at least before she and dale really got to know each other. now when she's around him she feels all anxious and fidgety. she mistook it for fear at first. she knows that feeling better, now. (though fear is still apart of it.)

but back to the topic at hand. i think lee would be the one to suggest it, much to dale's surprise. she would need his guidance, of course, awkwardly climbing on top and then sinking down onto him. once that's down, she'd have a great time being above, finally being the one in control of the encounter and disregarding any of dale's pleas for her to slow down or stop. lee knows he's just saying that to make her seem like she's doing something bad. she'd slam her hips down hard like she's trying to hurt him. it doesn't, sadly. she'd try other ways, though. pulling his hair, degrading him, wringing her hands around his throat until his face turns crimson. dale would choke out something about how he never doubted that little darkness in her. and she would squeeze tighter, in both ways.

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here's that dale drabble i was talking about! this is his POV, and it's all in his mind, his thoughts. this takes place at the hardware store. warning for creepy behavior on dale's part. i tried to emphasize how gross this guy really is. let me know if i should write more stuff like this!

there's no one in the store. wonderful, perfect. i prayed for this. he always listens. i dont want anyone seeing me like this. i feel like such a slob. didn't have time to do my makeup. i hope the guy at the counter doesn't look at me.

oh. he's not working the counter today. it's her, his venomous little daughter. my hair obscured my view of her when i walked in. aw, i would've said good day to her, if i knew it was her. she is staring at me while i shop. is she leering at me? filthy girl. ill pretend i dont notice. stare all you want, little angel...

i'm at the counter now. i'm nervous. shes looking up at me. will that be all, sir? oh, sir. what a little nymph she is. how do i make her laugh?

cuckoo. cuckoo. cuckoo. yeah. that used to make her laugh. hark the herald angel sings. this teenybopper almost looks like her, when she was her age. almost. just barely, just enough to make me sweat. to make my mind race. i can feel my breathing getting labored.

her downy limbs, her pursed lips. her hair, her pretty hair, oh, i wish i could just cut it all off, it'd be so perfect for my dolls. oh, i should make a doll of her. her birthday. oh, could you imagine? i just have to ask her. there's no harm in it. it's not dirty. her daddy isn't here to stop me --

ah. it seems like he is, actually. just out of sight, in the back room. 'that gross guy is back again'? she's looking up at me. so much disgust. you're lucky your daddy is here to protect you, little angel. god knows what i'd do. i'd rip your wings right off your back if i could. i'd break your halo in half.

i'm being ushered out by her daddy now. i'll just leave. fine. whatever. i try to make nice and everyone rejects it. ohh, the man downstairs will make those two ingrates twist and burn in hell for what they've done to me. someday. i'm sulking in the car now.

'daddy, that gross guy is back again!'

daddy, mommy, unmake me, save me. how nice is it to be able to call out for your father to come save you? i scream so loud i can feel my throat tear. it's not fair. it's just not fair.

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Something about Dale’s smug ordeal once he was arrested felt so orchestrated asking for Lee right away. I still can’t decide if Dale was crying because he knew that was the last time he would get to see her or because he was crying from laughing at the irony of them being brought together again. He created her because he allowed her to survive. She’s his avenging angel.

dale really is a psuedofather to her. it's sickening. i like to think he was crying for both of those reasons you mentioned. lee is his little angel that he molded into his image, and His image.

he's such a smug bastard!

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expect a drabble soon. i wanna write something creepy from dale's perspective while he's at the hardware store.