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“You’re a flower, you are. Just a little desert flower.”

Raising Arizona (1987)

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on a long roadtrip with dale, you get into an argument. later at a motel, you give him a striptease to "you don't own me" by lesley gore, coming up close to him every now and then to trail a finger across his lips, the touches slowly getting more heated?

WOAH!! i love this!

MINORS DNI

dale x fem!reader

content warning- striptease, handjob, grinding

your hips move side to side as you seductively dance for dale, his breathing heavy and his mouth hanging open as you move and play with your tits. he blinks at you, lost in the moment as you give him a little lap dance, the rule being he’s not allowed to touch you.

“what’s wrong, daley?” you ask with faux innocence, your body now facing him as you grip his thighs, “you wanna touch me so bad, don’t you?

he nods and you smile, your body still moving to the music. he didn’t own you and you wanted to make that quite clear after the argument you both had, though you knew he wouldn’t grasp the message.

“you’re killing me,” he whimpers, his hands shaking as he tries to touch you but you swat him.

“i said no touching.”

you push him back making him lean against the chair as you mess with the waistband of his long johns. you look at him as you pull him out and squeeze his hard cock, a smile on your face as you torture him.

“poor, poor daley,” you whimper mocking him, stroking him ever so gently and brushing your thumb over his leaking tip. he goes to say something but you put your finger to his lips. “no talking either, you’re annoying me.”

you keep stroking him, dale moaning and gasping softly as your grip tightens. you decide to give in and you let out a sigh while pulling away. his blue eyes are glued to you as you turn around and take off your panties, bending over to expose yourself to him as he strokes himself. you turn back around and straddle him, grinding against his cock, your wet folds spread and your clit throbbing. you move your hips back and forth, letting out a moan of your own as you glide your pussy along his thick shift.

dale grips your hips for a split second to guide you but you grab his wrists, “no, hands behind your back”, you moan softly, your breathing just as heavy as his.

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my headcanon is that satan is fed up with him

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one shot of dale making you blow/ride him while he holds a gun against you?? and he’s a little paranoid and needs reassurance maybe?

MINORS DNI

90s!dale x reader

content warning- oral (dale!receiving), gunplay, spanking, praising + degrading, controlling + insecure dale, minor descriptive gore, intercourse, dale is referred to as daddy, reader is handcuffed and dale’s little fleshlight!! some fluff at the end but it doesn’t last :’))

word count- 1336

a/n- decided to write 90s!dale! he’s old and more insecure imo!! also maybe we can do a pt 2 of more controlling dale?? hehehehe lmk friends!!! also went crazy as fuck with this and did more than what you asked for anon LMAO

LOCKED AWAY

“that’s it,” dale grunts softly as you suck his cock, “doing such a good job, baby…”

your heart was pounding with excitement, adrenaline pumping through your veins as dale presses the muzzle of his revolver against your temple. you and dale had gone to a gig the night before and he wasn’t too happy with all the men staring at you. he woke up grumpy, something you were use to, but he was being territorial. your mouth works on him, dale groaning and gasping as you suck him tighter, the handcuffs around your wrists clinking with your movements as you suck and slurp.

dale grips your hair and pulls your mouth off him not wanting to cum just yet.

“stop sucking and ride it.”

“mm, want me to ride it, daddy?”

dale nods as he watches your naked form straddle him, his hand dragging the revolver down your body which sends a chill down your spine.

“goddamn,” he groans as you sink yourself onto him, dale pressing the muzzle against your tummy, “you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“yes, baby, i swear,” you moan as his thick, heavy cock stretches you open, “all yours…”

“yes you are, and what happens if you ever leave?”

he whimpers at the thought, his cock twitching inside you as he bucks his hips, his thumb pulling back the hammer which makes you bounce harder.

“daddy comes looking for me, and it won’t be pretty,” you moan out again, your body jerking around due to his harsh movements.

“that’s right, little angel, so glad you know the consequences… you promise you won’t leave me?” dale asks again with a grunt, his tone shifting from confident to insecure and jealous. “i’d kill for you…”

“fucking swear,” you gasp, dale’s mouth latching onto your nipple as he thrusts up into you.

you can hear his breathing start to increase and his arms wrap around you, moving you to where you’re now on your back and he’s between your legs. he keeps moving, his hand around your throat and he’s crying angrily at the thought of no longer having his little angel.

“open up,” he groans between his teeth as he pumps in and out, and you do as he says. he puts the gun in your mouth and squeezes your throat tighter. “cocksucker’s brains splattered everywhere as you watch, watch all the goop come out…”

you moan and you clench around his cock, dale’s balls getting tight and his body tensing up. you can still feel his cock twitching and you knew he wasn’t gonna last, his hips violently snapping against yours.

“i’ll lock you down here if i have to… you want me to lock you away? hm?“

you nod and moan against the barrel, slowly reaching your peak as dale pushes in balls deep. he moves his hand away from your throat and grabs the chain of the cuffs to use as leverage while thrusting into you.

“tell daddy you want no one else but him, say it!”

“want no one else but daddy!” you cry out, dale now pressing the gun against your pubic bone as his movements get rougher.

he pushes in once more and he releases deep inside you, his hot cum seeping out of your tight hole as he milks himself dry. you release with him and he pulls out tapping your cheek with his hand.

“did so good for me, and now you get to be a helpless little angel today,” he smiles as he breathes heavily, his hand reaching over and taking the keys to the cuffs off

the side table. “naked and locked away from the rest of the world.”

he boops your nose and gets up, leaving you on the mattress as his cum leaks out of you.

time passes and you’re still on the mattress, your body sore and achy from earlier. you really were helpless as dale went out to do his usual thing— adult toy stores, the hardware store and a gas station for cheap beer. you sit up as dale finally comes down the stairs, his revolver tucked in the waistband of his jeans as he walks over to you. he takes it out and points it at your forehead as he starts to cry, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes fill your nostrils.

“you-“ he hiccups and sniffles trying to get himself together, “you swear you won’t leave me?”

“daley…” you frown as he lowers the gun, his slender fingers fumbling with the keys he as tries to get you out of the cuffs. “i promise, i swear. okay?”

dale tosses the cuffs aside and doesn’t say much, he just sits down at the head of the mattress and stares at you, his blue eyes still filled with tears. you’re just as quiet but you can’t hide the concern on your face. you crawl over to him and straddle his lap, taking his hands and placing them on your hips as he looks up at you.

“daddy’s crying cause he’s jealous,” you smile as you bounce on dale a little bit, trying to lighten the mood and get him hard. he can’t help but let out a nasally giggle, pulling you close to him. “maybe i should be a tease and buy a cuck chair?”

“and maybe i outta keep you down here for good, you little cocksucker,” he groans as he gives your ass a few threatening slaps. “maybe i shouldn’t have even taken those cuffs off either.”

despite his age, dale somehow has you bent over, his movements too quick for you to react. he gives your ass another slap and looks at your sore red hole. you moan loudly in pleasure and pain as he pushes his thumb into you.

“now, say your sorry for pushing my buttons,” dale hisses, his free hand gripping your hip. you don’t say anything, loving the way he is with you and you were in fact testing him. he pushes his thumb deeper into you, his teeth gritted together in anger and jealousy. “say. sorry.”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you moan gripping the sheets, your face buried in the mattress.

dale grabs the handcuffs and this time he wasn’t kidding. he pushes you over on your side and you whimper as he cuffs your hands in front of you again. you were a sensitive little thing and he didn’t wanna hurt you, but he didn’t wanna lose you either.

“hands and knees, now.” you do as he says, the revolver landing next to your head as he messes with his belt buckle and jeans.“you’re still full from earlier, baby, i think daddy should stuff that pretty little hole some more… split you the fuck open and show you who owns this.”

dale taps his heavy cock against you and spits on your hole, his fingers smearing his saliva everywhere. he spits on his hand and strokes himself before guiding his thick tip into you, enjoying your moans as you adjust to his girth. he grips your hips and thrusts into you relentlessly, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass and the mixed noises from you both fill the basement. you bounce onto him, your back arching further as he takes you.

“there you go, bouncing on me like you should… there’s no one else, right?”

“no one else!” you cry out, tears streaming down your face as you take his entire length now that you’re adjusted.

he grabs the gun and pulls you up against him, your back pressed against his chest as he keeps you in a headlock. he pushes the muzzle against your temple as he did earlier.

“tell me, tell me i’m your favorite…”

“you’re my favorite!”

his cock jumps inside of you at your words, his ego skyrocketing.

dale whispers in a sing song tone, “you’re not going anywhere,” and lets out a grunt as he pushes deeper. “not anywhere, not anytime soon… handcuffed and locked away just for me…”

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no lube, no protection, all day, all night, from the kitchen to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air

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what if while dale was working you snuck up behind him and played with his hair like braiding and putting flowers in it, or tying random pigtails all over his head and putting sparkly clips? ⋆. 𐙚 ˚🌼🤭

i think dale would enjoy it a lot if you played with his hair but would be a grumpy jackass if you tried to add flowers and clips, especially if you snuck up on him LMAO

“now what are you doing?” he asks annoyed as you already put a flower crown on him, a few of his curls left out of the braid to frame his face.

“you’re a fairy princess! now let me do your makeup,” you smile heading over to his vanity to grab his eyeshadow and such.

“mother of mary,” he huffs under his breath wanting to finish his work.

he sucks it up and deals with it, not only because it makes you happy, but because he’s enjoying the process of becoming beautiful.

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dale making u touch urself in front of him after he caught u ……

sorta did this with fem!dale if anyone wants to check it out hehe! i fear this was rushed cause im trying to get through my inbox, SO I APOLOGIZE FOR MISTAKES!!

also was thinking of these two photos when reading this prompt??

MINORS DNI!

dale x fem!reader

content warning- masturbation, praising, dale calls himself ‘daddy’, clit overstimulation, fingering dale can never help himself

“you always seem to cause trouble whenever i’m busy,” dale frowns shaking his head, “you dirty little angel.”

even though dale fucked you a few hours prior, you just couldn’t help yourself— his broad shoulders and the way his hair dangled in his face as he worked on his doll had you throbbing.

“but daley,” you whine, your pussy clenching and needing filled, “i need you.”

“no, what you need is a good swat on the ass.” he pauses and feels his cock twitch as he stares at your glistening pussy. “matter of fact, why don’t you keep touching yourself?”

his words catch you off guard but you do as you’re told, your fingers smearing the wetness over your clit before rubbing it, dale’s mouth agape as he watches. he’s practically drooling, his eyes half lidded as he lets out a breathy whine.

“such a sweet little angel, rub it nice and good for daddy,” dale grunts as he refrains from touching himself, “i was gonna fuck you slow and deep later, feel me in your tummy, but i don’t think you deserve it anymore…”

you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you as dale keeps talking and being filthy just how you like it. you cum once, but that’s never good enough for him.

“no, no, keep rubbing,” he tells you with a patronized tone, dale pulling up a chair as his eyes are glued to your creamy cunt. “that’s it, there you go, baby… look at that… see? you don’t need my help.”

he takes off his robe and rolls up his sleeves, his long johns ready to burst at the seams. you notice his pre cum stain all thanks to the sight and sounds of your sopping wet cunt and your pretty little moans. dale can’t hold back anymore and decides to help his sweet baby out, his fingers deep in you as he curls them against your g spot.

“my goodness, you poor thing,” he pouts as he feels how soaked you are, “so wet, and taking my fingers nice and deep… you wish it was my fat cock, don’t you?”

“oh fuck me,” you whine and beg, needing him inside you, but he shakes his head, “please!”

“that’s too bad… dirty angels don’t get rewards, only a tease.”

his fingers move rapidly against your sweet spot as you simultaneously rub your clit, a series of moans filling the basement as you squirt. dale groans and nearly cums with you as he keeps finger-fucking you, trying to get every last drop out. you stop rubbing your clit and you let out a loud moan as dale keeps fingering your overstimulated cunt.

“dale, please!”

“i’m not fucking done. if you’re gonna be a bad little angel, i’m gonna treat you like one.”

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Maika Monroe as Lee Harker LONGLEGS (2024) dir. Osgood Perkins

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YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

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if you say so?

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before dale lived with ruth, i see him living in a trailer

tell me this isn’t giving 70s!dale

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Dale Ferdinand Kobble

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I was wearing my boots that look like Dale's today, and a little girl came up to me and said she liked my shoes....Now I wonder if any little girl has ever said that to Dale....

thanks for sending me this bestie hehe

dale hums quietly as he looks through a flip bin of records, the store’s door opening and closing as each customer comes and goes. he picks up an album here and there to examine it, and puts it down before moving onto the next bin. there’s a little tap on his long leg and his attention drifts down to a little girl no older than four.

“like your shoes,” she says softly, her little finger pointing to his white boots.

“my, my,” dale smiles as he squats down to her level, “now aren’t you the sweetest little peach.” he didn’t dare ask when her birthday was, he knew she was too little to know. “where’s your mommy and daddy, little angel?”

“over there.” she looks over and points to a woman exchanging an album at the counter, “that’s mommy.”

“well you better get back to her, sweetpea.”

“but we match,” she pouts, her little finger now pointing to her own boots, pure white just like his.

“oh wow,” dale gasps softly with faux excitement, “we do match!”

the woman frantically rushes over as she calls her daughter’s name, the little girl looking up at her mother right after dale hands her a quarter for the gumball machine.

“i’m so sorry about that! i just had the stranger-danger talk with her and it’s clear she hasn’t grasped it yet,” the woman sighs, dale smiling and blinking as he rises from his squatted position as she speaks.

“no trouble at all, you never know these days,” dale says while nodding in agreement, his fingers fidgeting with his silver ring as he’s itching to ask about her birthday.

the lady thanks him and drags her daughter out of the store, the little girl looking back and giving dale a little wave goodbye.

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dale kisses men with tongue btw

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me rn

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dale 😇

non pixelated ver under the cut

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Just read Dale’s summertime hcs and the back of my devious mind led me to think about him doing temperature play like where he’s being sensual with ice all over your body perhaps insides too if possible-

dale’s a sly motherfucker in the summertime!! this is kinda long, oops! also ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes >:|

MINORS DNI

dale x fem!reader

content warning- nipple + ice play, fingering, p in v, squirting!

you let out a frustrated groan, your eyes rolling under your sunglasses as you sit outside on the lawn chair while dale hollers your name. he was bitching and moaning all day about the heatwave that hit portland as if you could snap your fingers and fix the problem.

“what now?” you holler back wanting nothing more than to get some color to you after being cooped up in the basement all winter and spring. “i’m busy!”

“and i don’t care! get the hell in here!”

you mumble some curse words under your breath and get inside, dale stripped completely nude in the middle of the kitchen, his chest glistening as he rubs an ice cube over it. he watches as you toss your shades on the counter.

“do daley a favor, little dancer, and rub this on his back.”

you look at the ice cube and take it from him, dale groaning with delight as you rub it along his back. you finish and throw the partially melted cube in the sink, wanting so badly to go back outside.

“hey, no no no, where do you think you’re going?” dale lets out a nasally giggle as he pulls you towards him, his chest pressed against your back. “cool down with me…”

you shiver and giggle as he rubs an ice cube all over you now, your giggles turning into breathy moans when his hand slides into your bikini top. your nipples harden at his touch, dale kissing your neck. “mm, feel good?” dale asks whispering into your ear, his free hand squeezing your other tit.

you’re at a loss for words, your chest rising and falling as his hand snakes down your body and into your bottoms. you moan loudly as the melting ice finds your clit, your body jerking a bit from the sensation.

“ooooo, that’s got you going,” dale chuckles as he moves it around your pussy and between your lips. he pushes the ice into you with ease and he groans, his hard cock pressing against you. “such a greedy little cunt.”

you clench around both his slender fingers and the ice, dale biting your shoulder as you squirm in his grasp. “you better quiet down, ruth might hear you,” he teases softly as his fingers push deeper, the ice cube melting and dripping down your inner thighs. “hm, all gone… that’s a shame.”

he grabs another ice cube from the freezer and warms it up a little in his hand, a look of desperation on your face needing to cum. you’re leaning against the counter as you watch him one handedly move things, a empty space now available for you to sit.

“go on, up up up.”

you sit on the counter and dale unties the sides of your bikini bottoms revealing your soaked cunt. he groans and begins pushing the ice into you with his thumb, pushing all the way in. the ice cube nips at your cervix and tight walls, the pain and pleasure overwhelming you. dale grunts as he pushes in, the combination of your warm pussy and the ice making his cock jump. he pumps in and out, water squelching loudly and seeping out of you from his movements.

“how’s that feel?” he breathes out as your legs drape over his arms while fucking into you, “you like that, don’t you? nice and cold…”

you let out a soft tight moan and nod at his words, unable to speak as the pleasure and pain get to be a bit too much. dale whines and moans with you, the tip of his cock bound to be red and blistered. his cock pulses more and more and his balls tighten up, your pussy squeezing around him tight.

“dale!”

“let it out, let it all out,” he grunts, his hair sticking to his face as he moves harshly into you, the ice completely melted now. “that’s it, there you go… push a little,” he groans as he feels you start to cum, his large hand pressing down on your pelvis. you squirt all over dale and the floor making a big mess just as he wished for, his hot load filling you full and warming you up.

“that cooled you down, didn’t it?” he chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out of you. “now you can go enjoy the sun, sweet angel.”