a/n- happy two years to all of you! i love you all so, so, SO much, and i appreciate all the friendships that have formed along the way. i will forever be blessed and appreciative for all the love you show me wether it’s with my work or as a friend— words can’t express it. i’ve been busting my asscheeks for the last two years giving you all new dale content and i’m just glad you’re all still enjoying— i do this for you guys aside from my own enjoyment! i can’t wait for the new movie to come, new fans and old, and for more opportunities for me to write about our beloved daley! anyways, here’s a special gift, a gift from the church! also thank you @llectera for this little ‘collab’ on this special day!
90s!obsessive!dale x gn!reader
summary- you‘ve broken up with dale but he has other plans for you…
content- toxic themes; control & manipulation, love spells; reader IS in control of their autonomy!!, satanism/demonic dreams, oral/rimjob, intercourse, spanking, degrading & praising, overstimulation, size kink, knifeplay mentioned!
word count- 1513
BENEATH THE BEBOP MOON
“do you like it?” dale asks softly as he plays with his robe’s belt, his eyes on you as you stand in front of him observing the life-like doll of yourself on his worktable, “i thought, just maybe, it would be a final gift before you left.”
you turn and he smiles wide, giving you a nod in hopes that this would change your mind, in hopes you’d stay with him instead of leaving for good. he even thought playing mambo sun by t. rex on repeat would make you grasp the hint, the song still playing in the background.
“dale, i don’t know-“
“you don’t know? oohh, but my little angel… daley can’t lose you,” he says in a sing-song tone, “you know that. might just have to tie you up and keep you locked down here forever.”
dale lets out a nasally giggle at his own words as you continue to stare at the doll, a buzzing sound filling your ears just enough to make your head feel like it would implode.
“i don’t feel good,” you say softly as you rub your forehead, your face scrunched is discomfort as you turn to him for reassurance, “daley, i don’t feel good.”
“i know, baby, mister downstairs is making you feel funny, isn’t he?” he tilts his head as he examines the way you react, your eyes heavy and your body swaying gently, “my sleepy angel, let’s get you comfy.”
“i don’t wanna leave you,” you whine as he guides you to the bed, dale wheezing softly as he shuffles along side you, “daley…”
“i’m here, baby. my poor sleepy thing.”
he lays you down gently and you immediately knock out, your dreams infested with nothing but snakes and several versions of dale surrounding you, hands caressing your body, snake-like tongues licking all over you but in the most pleasurable way possible. you eventually wake up and feel somewhat rejuvenated, all the things you packed up now unpacked and set in their original spots. you see dale fixing your doll and you feel yourself aching and throbbing for him, dale turning his head toward you as he hears the sheets rustling, his innocent angel taking off their clothes immediately after their peaceful slumber.
“oh you dirtsy flirtsy little thing,” dale gasps playfully as he gets up and walks over to you, a groan escaping him when you’re now ass up face down, “shaking those pretty hips for me…”
you bite your lip and feel him kneel behind you, your brain spiraling as you’re still confused as to why all the sudden you’re not wanting to leave, but you knew what you wanted and you needed it now.
“dale,” you whine and press your ass against his bulge, “i need you so bad…”
“you feel that? i got something just for you, babydoll, just for you and all for you…”
he grinds against you until you’re a whimper needy mess, dale’s cock straining against his long johns and the fabric stained with precum. he leans down and laps up your pretty hole without warning, his slender hands keeping you spread open as he eats you from behind. dale groans as he swirls his tongue around you, pushing in just enough to make you gasp before french kissing that tight hole of yours. he pulls back and gives you a few spanks enjoying the way your ass jiggles under the impact.
“look at that ass,” dale’s cock springs free once he pulls his pants down, his hand reaching for the lube, “gonna make sure you’re extra slick,” he whispers softly as he squeezes a giant glob onto you, his fingers pushing against your hole teasingly, “relaxing so well, my, my…”
he keeps you spread open with one hand and uses his free hand to move his shaft, his thick tip swirling all around before pressing in little by little just to feel you clench and squirm.
“come on, stop teasing,” you groan through your teeth, both of you gasping and grunting as you press onto you him making his cock sink deeper.
“sweet angel needs a good fuck,” dale matches your movements and pounds into you, his fingers gripping your hips tightly, “come on, baby, give it daley,” he grunts loudly and his balls slap against you, your hole clenching as you already feel yourself getting ready to cum.
“dale!”
“doing so well, let me hear how good it feels…”
your moans fill the basement and you cry out once he hits your sweet spot, the mattress covered in your mess. dale spanks you and he doesn’t stop, the pleasure beginning to be too much and you start to protest.
“dale, please!”
“you can take it, don’t fucking run me,” he hiss angrily as he grips the back of your neck, his balls tightening and he cums deep inside but doesn’t stop, “one more, baby, just one fucking more!”
your eyes roll back and your face is squished against the pillow as he fucks you into the mattress, a red spots forming on your skin from him squeezing your hips, “dale!” your legs feel like jello as you struggle to take him.
“aht, aht, keep that ass up for me, you can do! that’s it, look at you taking this fat cock so well…”
“taking it so well for you!”
“yes you are,” he flips you on your back like a rag doll, your legs pressed against your chest as he grips the back of your knees and pushes on you for leverage, “listening so fucking good under daley’s spell, aren’t you? that’s my pretty fucking hole,” he grunts and leans down to bite at your ear, “think you can just leave anytime you want, hm? you belong to me, even when we’re twisting and burning…”
“dale! i’m gonna cum!”
your third orgasm was about to hit you, your overfilled hole leaking cum and dale’s sensitive tip now aching and throbbing from his previous climaxes. dale’s large hand grips your throat and he kneels back up again, his free hand keeps your leg pushed up and your other leg is hooked over the arm he’s using to keep himself stable.
“look at that pretty face, so fucking close,” he lets out a loud grunt, his balls growing heavy and his cock ready to blow, “let it out for me, baby! make a mess for me, i know there’s one more…”
a series of moans escape you when you finally cum, dale filling you full with his own load. “fuck! you fucking asshole!” you shout in annoyance, your hole sensitive and your legs shake as dale keeps pumping in and out of you.
“look at that, made that mattress messy and pretty for me…”
you’re a shaking mess, dale kissing your jawline gently while he keeps your legs hooked over his arms even when he’s pulled out. you stare up at him and he pushes a strand of his hair behind his ear, his fingers gripping your face before pressing his botched nose against yours.
“you’re not leaving, you’re staying, do you understand? sometimes i have to show naughty angels like you what can happen… daley won’t hesitate to put a shiny ball inside that pretty little head.“ you’re quiet and the feeling of your jaw clenching under his grasp tells him that you do understand, but he wants to hear it. “say ‘yes daley’,” he whispers softly, his thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.
“yes, daley,” you say softly, your crotch aching and throbbing as you get turned on yet again with his manipulative attitude as he kisses down your neck, “i’ll be good, i promise.”
“yeah? gonna be good?” he hums and nuzzles his nose against your stomach, “daley’s feeling a little… hungry after dealing with your attitude…”
you lay there and grip dale’s curls as his mouth works on your crotch, three of his slender fingers deep in your hole toying with you. he pulls away and kisses your inner thighs and pelvis, gentle kisses where you need him most just to tease, “beneath the mambo sun,” he whispers the lyrics to mambo sun softly before placing another kiss, “i got to be the one… with you…”
you breathe heavily, mambo sun looping once more and the annoyance of the situation leaves you as you start to feel nothing but admiration for dale again. you watch as he kisses all the way back up your legs and to your stomach until he finally is face to face with you again. you realize that the song on repeat, this song specifically, was the culprit for activating your doll. the shiny ball was in the doll, but it was used to control you and your love for him. you knew anytime in the future when you were a naughty angel, all he had to do was play it.
even with the help of mr downstairs.
“should carve my fucking name into you,” he bites your lip and gives the side of your thigh a hard spank, “property of dale ferdinand kobble, and always will be.”
I won't partake in Kinktober but REQUESTS WILL BE OPEN FOR SLASHERS/HORROR MEDIA/CHARACTERS THAT REMIND ME OF HALLOWEEN OR AUTUMN until October 25th. I'll be answering them on a rolling/daily basis, so they'll be maximum 1000 words each.
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👻🎃✨Specifically...
William Afton (book, game, movie, I do it all)
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Pennywise (from It 2017/2019)
Longlegs/Dale Kobble
The Grabber/Albert Shaw
Art the Clown
Michael Myers
Jason Voorhees
Freddy Krueger
Ghostface (it could be fuckin' anyone behind the mask, just sayin', anyone, not just from this list)
Leatherface
Slenderman
Henry Winter (tsh)
Luke Danes (tamest choice ngl)
Alfie Solomons (random, ik, but he's my recent hyperfixation)
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Pumpkin divider by @strangergraphics and blood divider by @saradika-graphics.
i honestly think one hug could fix that old freak. just one massive bear hug that lasted a few minutes, letting dale linger on you. letting him indulge just a little bit.
he probably wouldnt know what to do with himself chsjsb. hands awkwardly set on your hips but not all the way because his grip is unsure yet wanting. he has to let his fingers linger in the air for a second, clenching them into a fist and then releasing nervously before he could allow himself to place his hands on you.
he'd press his nose into the crown of your head and nuzzle, breathing deep, as much as he could give his mouth-breathing habits. breathing you in uncomfortably loud like he's trying to memorize every note of you to lock away in his lungs where you'd be safe. to keep a part of you inside of him. to memorize you like scripture, to call upon like a prayer with whatever you leave behind in him when you're not around.
and when he does, it feels like. home.
feels like he could lose himself in you. then it would click in his head to actually reciprocate, and he'd tug you into his torso as close as he could get you, almost suffocating you and squeezing just enough to take your breath away.
he's broad, even hunched over you, it feels like he could shield you from anything and it instills a sense of security and fear in you. he could absolutely crush you if he so desired, he could do worse in truth, but he's holding you so intensely yet so gentle -- like a doll he had lost and now found again. as if he was afraid you'd be ripped from him.
his own scent would linger on you. he smelled like the earth. cold. like rain kissing the ground. it only encouraged you to nuzzle yourself into the little vest he adorned.
you'd have to pry his fingers from you, and him being still so unsure about the whole embrace, would let you. he'd give you a stare. an unrecognizable one. all you could feel were those piercing blue eyes shooting right through you like you had wronged him in some way, and in truth, you did. you riddled his head with hope, and satan willing you'd do it again, and again, and again if it meant feeling your heart go off again like a little hummingbird right against his. to feel your body give way to his grip again.
