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dale lets out a soft groan as they stand and peel of the surgical mask from their face, the paint fumes still strong from working on the doll. they waddle over to you and give your shoulder a gentle squeeze as you watch some tv.
“sweetpea, i feel like i could just pop, pop, pop,” he lets out a nasally giggle and carefully sits down, “oooh, i can’t wait to see our precious little angel, are you excited?”
“nervous, but yeah,” you give them a smile and watch as they rub their taut stomach, “are you nervous?”
“i’d be lying if i wasn’t,” they grimace teasingly and then smile back at you, “but this is what mr downstairs would want— a new seed to carry on traditions…”
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a/n- it’s evident the fandom is a little dry right now and that’s okay, just let this be reassurance that i’m not going anywhere, i promise! also haven’t written about gentle!dale in a while and im yearning to be babied by daley!
90s!casualdom!dale x gn!reader
summary- dale’s focusing on reading and contacting mr downstairs while you’re being a needy little brat!
you’re on the arm chair next to dale’s guitar amp and let out a sigh, the walkman and journaling no longer entertaining you and all you want is your daley. you stare at him, dale dissociating as he reads the golden bough and the lights flicker for just a moment before returning back to normal. you look over to where he’s staring and see nothing, but there’s a tiny smile on his face as if he just witnessed something grand.
“daley,” you whine, the disruption breaking his concentration as you make your way over to him, “i want you.”
“you always want me,” he tosses the book aside and looks up at you slightly annoyed, “what the hell do you want?”
“you’re a fucking asshole.”
“better watch that pretty fucking mouth of yours! come here.” you’re quiet and he sighs at your stubbornness, his little angel just needing loved on. “come here, baby.”
“so mean to me,” you whisper as you straddle him and he groans at the comforting weight of you, his hands squeezing your ass.
“so mean,” he mocks as he taps an asscheek gently, “wanna smoke? i still have some left.”
you nod and watch as he reaches over for his stash on the bedside stand, a perfectly rolled blunt between his fingers. he lights it up and inhales deeply, spinning the blunt to examine it as his lungs begin to burn. he exhales slowly and watches you take a hit, his hands running up and down your thighs soothingly.
“called black widow,” he pipes up softly, a chuckle escaping him when you immediately cough, “careful now, sweetpea. too much for you?”
“no, accidentally hit too hard.”
“mhm, never too much for my baby,” he takes the blunt and stares at you as he takes another hit, the two of you taking turns.
“i like it,” you take an extra hit and hold it in your lungs, dale taking the blunt back.
“some good stuff, hm? hopefully it calms down that fucking attitude of yours.”
you’re quiet after his shitty comment, but you move your hips and squirm in retaliation. dale raises his brows as he takes a hit, his plump cheeks hollowing in slightly and the cherry glows red.
“daley,” you gently grind against him and he exhales slowly, his cock twitching in his long johns as smoke circles both of you, “want you to pay attention to me.”
“i’ll give you all the attention you need, baby,” he whispers as he leans over to put the blunt out, his hand gives your ass another squeeze, “mr downstairs told me we should loosen you up.”
“mhm, yes please…”
dale bucks his hips so you can feel the rock hard bulge some more, “yeah? you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
you lean down and kiss him slow and sloppy, his tongue slipping into your mouth. you moan softly and bite his plump lip as you pull away, dale watching you stand to remove your clothes. he doesn’t waste time either, his cock springing to life after pulling himself out. he spits on his hand and groans while watching you play with yourself as he strokes his cock.
“come sit on it, special seat just for you,” dale giggles, another groan rumbling in his throat as you sink down on him, your moans filling the basement, “such a good little angel, gonna fuck that attitude right outta you…”
“mmfp fuck! so fucking big!” you cry out, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as you bounce, dale bucking his hips to match your movements.
his eyes are half lidded and he tilts his head back to get a good view of you, “look at how pretty you are up there, taking this fat cock so well…”
“feels so fucking good!”
“i know, baby, you sound so fucking pretty, tell me all about it,” he spanks your ass again before gripping your waist, “bet that pretty hole’s stretched so beautifully, let me see…”
you turn and your ass now faces him, dale gripping both your asscheeks and spreads them open while his hands bounce you onto him. he’s balls deep, your tight hole taking every inch he gives you.
“such a greedy hole, keep bouncing,” dale grunts, his eyes glued to the way you stretch out with each thrust. he can feel the way your legs shake, your moans turning to whines as you start to cramp up, “aht, aht, you can do it, baby. doing so good for me, come on.”
“fuck! i’m gonna cum!”
“let it out, let me feel it,” dale grunts again, his cock twitching and your hole clenches as you cum hard, his fat cock squirting thick ropes of cum deep inside you.
you stay on his cock, dale massaging your asscheeks lovingly and he grips the back of your neck to pull you against him. he places gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder blades, his pearly whites sinking into your skin.
“felt so good,” you smile as you try to come down from the euphoric bliss, dale chuckling and biting your ear.
“that attitude gone?”
“oh, so you only fucked me cause of my attitude?” you snap and go to move, dale pulling you back against him and he puts you in a headlock, his free arm around you waist.
“don’t do that,” he hisses in your ear, “i’ll do it again and won’t be so nice this time.” you clench your hole purposely and dale gasps softly, his arm tightening around your throat just enough to give you a squeeze. “what’s with the attitude tonight?”
“i told you,” you move off his lap and sit to face him again, “you’re always so busy with that stupid book.”
dale grips your face in his hand and looks at you with hurt and confusion, “what did i say about that mouth of yours? mr downstairs doesn’t like rude angels, you know that.”
“then pay attention to me!”
“as if i didn’t just fuck your brains out,” he moves and you’re now ass up face down, “high out of your goddamn mind and still not relaxed enough, let me help you.”
you cry out in pleasure, moans and screams muffled into his zebra printed pillow as he jackhammers into you, your crotch throbbing and aching for another release. you immediately squeeze around him causing dale to let out a throaty groan.
“gotta be good for me,” he pounds harder, his hips snapping against your ass enjoying the way it jiggles under impact.
“i will! i’m sorry!”
“there ya go, beg me for forgiveness, baby,” he presses down on your back making you arch more, “beg for me like you beg to your false god…”
“i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry!”
you start bouncing against him and his eyes nearly roll back, that greedy hole of yours squeezing him like a vice. “take what you need, baby, doing so fucking good. you gonna be good for me?”
“uh huh!”
“uh huh!” he mocks and gives you a spank, “let it out, sweetpea, give daddy that pretty fucking cum!”
“dale!”
a series of moans fill the basement as you make a mess on the mattress, dale not too far behind as he pumps another load deep inside you, his hips flush against your ass and his balls smashed against you as he empties himself.
“jesus fuck, you’re gonna put me in my fucking grave,” dale groans, his cock tip sore and throbbing as he cleans both of you up with a kleenex, “lemme see you.”
you roll over and look up at him, tears in your eyes as you just want held and babied now. “daley,” you whine when he chuckles at you, his hair dangling as he cages you in, his fists on either side of your head.
“my sensitive angel. how about we smoke some more and then daddy takes you out for a special late night treat? hm? get some food in that tummy of yours. i’m sure you have the munchies already.”
“okay,” you say softly as he wipes your tears away. you sit up and dale sits down next to you as he lights the blunt, “can i have the first hit?”
“yeah, since you’re a sweet little angel now. all it took was my fat cock and some good weed, hm?”
“mm, fucked me so good.”
you both continue to take turns enjoying each others company in silence. you stare at him and he can feel it, you can’t help it though. maybe it’s the weed, or maybe it’s the fact you miss him, but the way his bare face looks while taking a hit, you can’t help yourself. dale takes the blunt back and stares at you, his eyes lingering down to your crotch as you start playing with yourself.
oh, you’re being rotten now.
dale holds the smoke in his lungs before blowing it out, the blunt held securely between his slender fingers, “might skip out on the food and give mr downstairs another show, daddy’s hungry for something else…” you let out a giggle as dale puts the blunt in the ashtray and he pulls you up against him, “dirty little thing, aren’t you tired? hungry?”
“both.”
“how about we get showered and all cleaned up, then we’ll go get that food i promised? need you to eat, and i need you to be patient with daley, or i’ll have mr downstairs take care of you myself,” he teases as he gives a fake grimace, your laughter filling the basement and his chuckles vibrating against your neck as he kisses and bites at your soft skin.
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a/n- here’s a little treat, my angels! i wrote this during kinktober and always wanted to extend it, make it longer and a bit different, so i hope you guys! also my inbox is open as always, feel free to send sfw & nsfw subs!
side note- ruth’s ex gus is canon, he was in the script but they took him out of the movie!
70s!mean!dale x gn!reader
summary- you move in with your aunt ruth after sneaking away, an unexpected break in happens and you’re stunned to see who it is…
content- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT; break ins, bondage, mean!dale; kicks reader with his boot, steps on them, slapping + spitting, degrading, gunplay, controlling relationships, manipulation, death threats + graphic details towards reader, cnc, oral (m!receiving), satanism, dale calls himself ‘daddy’
word count- 2037
ME & THE DEVIL
you’re relaxing on the couch watching tv, an occasional thump upstairs from lee playing and the sound of ruth’s knitting needles clacking together. you just broke up with dale, the bastard good to you one day and the next day he was too controlling and always shouting at you anytime you tried to leave. you noticed the only time he acted like that was when working on his dolls or while reading the golden bough. you left midday when he went to the hardware store to get materials for a doll he was finishing, just enough time to leave and crash at your aunt ruth’s until further notice. you let out a soft yawn and stretch, physically and mentally exhausted from today’s events, ruth giving a sympathetic smile.
“why don’t you go to bed? you’ve had one hell of a day, babydoll,” she pipes up softly as she sets her blanket down in her lap to sip her tea, “i put fresh sheets in the guest room, help yourself to a shower if you want.”
“thanks.”
you stand and quietly go upstairs just in case lee finally went to bed. it had been forever since ruth and lee had family over and you knew this was just as refreshing for them as it was for you. you all needed this, especially after ruth’s own breakup with gus. you freshen up and dig in the small duffle bag you brought for a change of clothes, your ears listening to some commotion downstairs but you assume it’s lee and ruth. they’ve been fighting the last few days from what ruth had stated, lee scared about a dark figure visiting her even after saying her prayers. you peek out the window and see headlights, the car hidden in front of the house. your brows knit in confusion and you open the door to see lee peeking out of her room.
who was downstairs?
you slowly walk down as you listen to chaos unfold and you stop at the bottom step, your eyes peering to the living room door trying to quiet your panicked breathing to listen in.
“crimson or clover?”
you know that voice and you hesitate for a moment before getting the courage to move closer, your eyes landing on dale who’s bent down next to a hog-tied ruth. she looks up at you and sobs, her gag muffling her screams and protests as if warning you to take lee and get the hell out. dale’s eyes follow her gaze and they immediately narrow.
“you.”
you book it upstairs and ruth cries through her gag as she watches dale haul ass after you, his long legs quickly catching up with you and he grips the back of your neck pulling you into him.
“well, well, well, lookie lookie,” he growls into your ear, giving your earlobe a gentle nip with his teeth, “what’re the fucking odds, baby?” he grips the back of your neck tighter as he shoves you into the closest room, poor lee stand at her door watching the entire thing.
“i just needed space!” you shout as he shoves you inside, your hands catching yourself on the guest bed, “you fucking asshole!”
“you fucking asshole,” he mocks as he pulls his gun from his pocket aiming it at you, “should leave you here for that little fucking brat and her mommy to clean up.”
you stand there frozen and you flinch, covering your ears and bending down as he shoots at the wall next to your head.
a warning shot.
“get the fuck over here,” he growls, his poor angel timidly walking over, “aht. crawl. crawl to daddy, baby.” you do as he says and you crawl, your hands clammy and your heart pounding as you reach him. “you’re not gonna fucking leave, you’re gonna kiss the ground i walk on.”
“okay, okay.”
before you do anything, an untied ruth barges in after unlocking the door with her knitting needle, her eyes wide as saucers as she sees what’s before her— you on your hands and knees in front of dale with a gun against your skull. you groan in pain as dale steps on your back and squishes you into the floor, his gun now pointed at ruth and lee.
“it’s rude to interrupt,” he says flatly, his hair dangling in his face as he glares at her and the kid from under his brows, “get the fuck out, take that bastard child with you.” ruth says nothing as she quickly grabs lee and rushes to close the door.
“mmfp, dale, you’re hurting me!” your ribs are screaming in protest and you can barely breathe, your face scrunches in pain as you try to move.
“squishing you like a little bug!” he presses harder trying to get you to grasp the memo, “might just give you a little pop!”
you get it now and you kiss the tops of his perfectly kept boots, the pressure easing up but the gun’s back against your skull. he presses the gun deeper and it starts to hurt, you kissing his boots frantically.
“that’s it, had my trigger finger tensing a little bit,” he fake grimaces as you keep placing soft kisses all over the white shiny surfaces, “would have messed up my boots with brain goop. now stand so i can see that pretty little face.” you’re too scared, tears rushing down your cheeks and your body tense. dale doesn’t hesitate to give you a few hard kick with his boot. “gonna make daddy angry, get up.”
you stand and look at him, your lip trembling and your body still shaking, “dale, i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t-“
“aw, baby’s shaking like a leaf…” he steps closer and tosses the gun on the bed, his hands cupping your face as he peppers soft kisses all over your skin trying to get you to calm down, “you know i don’t wanna hurt you, but the voices, baby, they’re getting to me.”
“i’m confused, dale,” you whisper softly while trying to pull away. you were confused. you wanted him so bad but he was scaring you, your crotch throbbing and aching.
dale grits his teeth as he grips you up and pulls you back against him. “you’re fine,” he hisses and you waste no time by pulling away again, dale squeezing your upper arm and pulling you back once more, “gotta stop running, sweetpea, you’re not being nice to me.“
he looks around for something to tie you up with and he sees a winter scarf in your duffle bag, dale shoving you face first onto the bed. your face’s squished against the mattress as he holds your head down, his body leaning over to snag the scarf. he ties your arms behind your back tightly and the scarf creaks from being pulled taut, dale letting out a grunt before tying it off. he flips you over and sits you up.
“my precious baby… i promise daley won’t be mean anymore. you trust me, don’t you? my corrupt angel.”
“promise?”
“ooohh, daley promises, now open that pretty mouth.”
you giggle and open, dale spitting in your face while unbuckling his belt to get his fat cock out of his jeans. he taps his heavy shaft on your tongue, your lips wrapping around him before bobbing your head, “watch those teeth, baby…”
you gag and deepthroat him, dale thrusting gently while holding the back of your head. you look up at him with needy eyes and let out a muffled cough, too much cock but you keep going, your eyes watering as he picks up the pace.
“such a fucking mouthful,” he grunts with a chuckle, “it’s a mouthful for you, hm, baby?” he repeats and you moan around him before he croons again, “i know, doing so well, daley’s perfect cocksucker...”
you feel his cock twitch and his precum seeping down your throat, he’s close and his thrusts grow frantic, your eyes fluttering as you struggle to take his entire length. he groans as he fills your mouth full and you pull back with a gasp, dale smacking you across the face just the way you like it— rough.
“did i do good?” you ask after swallowing, dale’s thumb wiping the mess off the corner of your mouth.
“so good, baby, got my cock jumping for more. stand up for me.”
you stand, your arms still tied tightly behind your back and dale pulls down your pajama bottoms and underwear, his hand immediately toying with your crotch.
“dale,” you whine, his free arm wrapping around you to pull you closer, “feels so good.”
“i know, baby. mr downstairs and i missed you so much, we knew exactly where you’d be…” you let out a tight moan, dale groaning at the sound and he presses his cock against your thigh, “we’re all gonna have so much fun together, baby. no more running, no more hiding, just us and mr downstairs…”
“what if i do run?”
you’re pushing his buttons enjoying every moment of this and it only pisses him off more. he moves his arm, his hand moving faster against your crotch and his free hand grips your face.
“you wanna try? hm? you won’t get far next time,” he whispers as he leans his forehead against yours, his hand still gripping your face as the other works on you, “you’re pathetic. i could tell you how i wanna cut you open, watch you ooze and how badly i wanna lay inside you, and you’d still get off. messy little thing.”
“uh huh,” you moan and nod. it’s true. he could hurt you in unimaginable ways and you’d still want him, “need you so badly.”
“i know, baby, such a needy little angel. so dependent on me, always being needy. you love that, don’t you? yeah you do,” he moves his hand off your face and swats your ass, “turn around, bend the fuck over.”
you turn and bend over the bed, dale spitting on his hand and stroking his cock. he taps his cock on your asscheek and sinks into you nice and deep, no warning or time to let you adjust, just your tight hole stretched to the brim.
he grips your bound arms for leverage, his little angel taking every stroke as he pounds into you hard, “i’ll always find you, baby, always. you can run, but he’ll tell me one way or another,” he grunts and pushes deeper, his free hand spanking you repeatedly until that pretty ass of yours is bright red. he sees a bruise on your thigh from where he kicked you earlier and presses on it, “bruised like an apple, bet it hurts.”
“dale!”
“that’s it, baby, let me hear you,” he moves and both hands are now gripping your asscheeks, his thumbs keeping you spread open as his hips snap against you, “we’re gonna make such the perfect team, you, me, and that rotted bitch downstairs…”
you moan and feel satan’s presence cocooning you, the feeling warm and euphoric.
this was meant to be and you knew it.
“dale! i’m gonna cum!” you bounce against him meeting his movements and the scarf creaks as you tug at it, dale giving your ass another spank.
“my blasphemous little whore, make a mess, little angel…” you cum hard and dale cums shortly after, a groan escaping him as he pulls his sensitive cock out, his hot load seeping out of you. “now, you’re gonna say sorry for leaving the way you did,” dale whispers, his hand reaching for the gun on the bed, “don’t make me sad, baby.”
“i’m sorry,” you breathe out as you melt into the bed from exhaustion, “i didn’t think you’d find me.”
“that bitch downstairs, she kin to you?”
“yes.”
“mommy or daddy’s side?” he trails the gun down your spine, his gaze landing on the side of your face.
“dad’s,” you twitch and wince as he presses the gun at your tailbone, the barrel digging into your skin.
“we have an extra little harker on our hands,” dale lets out a nasally giggle and pulls you up against him, his botched nose pressing against yours, “a little happy family.”
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