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marchsfreakshow · 9 months

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Can I Sew Into Your Heart? {Dandy Mott x Reader}

Requested by a wonderful @randodummy <3

You work closely with Dora at the Mott Mansion, and in the winter, Gloria has asked you to sew something for Dandy because of how sensitive he is to the cold.

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You were sat in the kitchen, distracted, and Dora was making dinner. She was your mentor and only friend in the Mott Mansion. The big and empty place had plenty of empty rooms so you slept in a different one every night. Gloria never seemed to mind and she was kind to you, even if she was a bit naïve to her son's own problems.

The only difference between you and Dora is that you mainly did the sweeping and cleaning now. Dora kept on the food and laundry. Equal chores for both of you kept you happy. Sometimes though, there was always a time when you felt bored and tired since you managed to keep the place so clean. So, you sewed. Sewing was your favourite thing to do, and it kept you busy before Gloria employed you. You sewed Gloria and Dora jackets, small hats and gloves. They were small, never a big project like jumpers or a winter coat.

Until, one cold day on a dark December, Gloria came into the room you were currently sleeping in as you were reading. "Y/N, I need you to do something."

"Sure Ms.Mott, what needs doing?"

"Sew Dandy a jumper. He's sensitive to the cold, and has been dealing with a sniffle." She smiled slightly at you, and you nodded to just go along with it, but inside you felt like this was going to take up too much of your time. Begrudgingly you got up once Gloria left, and opened one of the small boxes by your bedside. It held different types of wool, cotton, needles and threads.

Thankfully, however, Gloria bought you a brand-new sewing machine. You were never able to get one, being an orphan had its downsides. Many, downsides. They were never kind to you, but you were kind to those who offered you calm, sweet silence, instead of yells and shouts. Karma would hit those people soon, you always thought. Karma exists.

Despite your busy mind, remembering where you came from, you turned the machine on. You grabbed everything from the open box and got to work. Whizzes and brrrs filled the quiet room. The door couldn't stop the loud machine from making the mansion sound like it was a construction site. Although, everyone left you alone. Dandy was simply out, probably to try and talk to the freaks again. Gloria, most likely was watching television or reading. Then Dora, out of everything, was in the kitchen, washing vegetables and preparing dinner for the evening.

So, truly, you weren't disturbed in the slightest. To busy your mind even more than it was already, you hummed songs. In The Mood was the first one to come to mind. It was a fun song, and you danced with Dandy to it once. The man-child was being a brat again, and you took his hands, leading him to an empty room with a record player. "Y/N what is this? I don't care about what you're trying to do!" He asked grumpily, as always. You just smiled your sweet smile that made Dandy melt inside, (he'd never tell you that of course) and took his large hands towards the record player. Putting yours on top of his, you both placed In The Mood on the record player. He hid his smile, but Dandy knew you liked the song, so he let you lead the dance.

"Dandy darling, pleaseee come on join me!" You chuckled, dancing around awkwardly. A few seconds went past before Dandy took you in his arms and started to dance with you.

"You're a horrible dancer."

"you love me." A giggle escaped your lips as Dandy and you danced around the whole room, not missing any corner. "I love you." You whispered to Dandy. The song ended, and he dipped you down for half a second. He held your waist and gently placed a kiss on your lips. Once you returned back, a hand on his face.

"I love you too."

But the whirrs brought you back to reality. Already you were done with the sleeve, somehow it didn't look terrible despite being in a dazed state the whole time. It was a dark blue, mixed with some blacks and shades of grey.

Your own humming continued as you kept sewing and still, the machine was louder than ever. But soon enough, you heard the door slam shut. Dandy was home. He walked towards your door and opened it quickly, seeing you sew with the machine. "Turn that off!" He shouted, somehow louder than the sewing machine itself.

Quickly, you did so, and looked up to Dandy, confused. "Is it too loud Dandy?" He sniffles a bit. His nose was red, and he was shivering. "Oh dandy...my love you know to not go out in this weather." You shook your head, getting up and hugging Dandy close. He was freezing, and sneezing.

"I don't care. I wanted to see the twins."

"Dandy..." You just take his hand and up the stairs to his room. It was warm and it was best for the cold man. In both ways. "Come on, let's get you warmed up." Dandy just nodded, wiping his nose on some tissue. He was cute to you, even if he was a massive brat at times.

"I'll go and get you some soup okay? Tomato with some toast." Tired and cold, Dandy just nodded again and accepted it while you placed a blanket over his shoulders. He was clingy so it took you a while to just get to the kitchen. Dora smiled at you and held out a tea kettle.

"Are you taking a break Y/N? I've made some tea." Dora poured you a small cup anyway.

"Thank you, Dora. I was going to make some quick tomato soup with toast. Dandy is freezing, and a sniffling mess." You sighed but smiled. Dora was too kind to you sometimes. She opened up some cupboards and took out ingredients. Salt, pepper, tomatoes, red peppers, cream, etc. Everything was fresh since you and Dora went out a day ago to get groceries.

"You gonna be alright makin' it? I know he can be horrible and ungrateful at times."

"I'll be okay Dora, thank you though. I know how to put him in his place." You chuckled a bit and winked at Dora, who just rolled her eyes, smiling before walking off. Everyoneeee heard how you 'put Dandy in his place' and it was obvious to them he wasn't the one in charge.

You brought yourself out of your fantasy though, starting to quickly make up some soup for the sniffly man. After a few minutes, it was smelling nice, and it was warming you up, even though you weren't the one eating it. It only took a few minutes for the soup to be done, so you placed some in a bowl, put that on a tray along with some hot cocoa, and brought it up to Dandy who was still sniffling away and reading comics.

"Hey love, I made you the soup. Plus some cocoa." You smiled and it melted you inside as Dandy immediately grinned and sat up, placing the comic down next to him. "Tomato and red pepper."

You placed the tray on Dandy's lap, and he started eating immediately. But he dropped his spoon back in the bowl, cringing and placed a hand over his mouth. "Burnt my tongue."

"Well, it is hot, baby. C'mere, just leave it for a bit to cool down, then take small sips okay?" Running your fingers through Dandy's hair, you giggled slightly, and Dandy just looked annoyed before kissing your head as an affirmation of your words. The silence was long, occasionally broken by a kiss so Dandy felt better. Soon enough though, you took the spoon again and helped Dandy eat. The soup was finished in a matter of minutes along with the cocoa.

"..thank you Y/N." He said, shrinking back down into his duvet.

"You're always welcome my love. I'll be back soon okay? I'm still making something." You grinned and kissed Dandy's forehead. Picking up the tray and taking it downstairs, you immediately thought about how to continue making the jumper.

You had hoped Dandy would stay in bed and rest now he had eaten, but you could never be too sure. Sighing to yourself, you went back into the room and started to sew again, distracting yourself with songs in your head.

Time had passed more quickly than you thought and you had a look at the clock. "5?! Shit!" Then you looked down at the machine, an almost finished jumper in the machine. There were a few embodiments that needed to be added, so you made fast work of that. "Jesus Christ, I should have an alarm clock built in me or something." You got up and jogged into the kitchen, to find a little plate on the counter with a note.

' Y/N, you were so distracted with your work all day, I couldn't disturb you. So I made some extra for you, eat it whenever you can. - Dora.' You grinned and took the plate with some cutlery, and sat in the kitchen, wolfing it down as swiftly as you could. As soon as you finished, you washed everything up and put them away. You walked back out, seeming alone in the house. Shrugging to yourself, all you did was go back to your room and finish off the jumper.

It ended up being a navy colour, with hints of a lighter blue in it. It was so big, but you hoped Dandy would like it anyway. "Y/N?" Oh perfect. Dandy called out to you from upstairs, you ran up to him with the jumper in your hands. "What's that?" He asked through small sneezes and coughs.

"It's a jumper for you baby. You're so sick, and you need something to keep you warm." You sweetly cooed, holding it up. Excited, dandy took it in his hands and immediately put it on. "That looks great on you sweets." You clapped and grinned.

"I like the colour." He said, admiring it on his own body. Soon enough though, he picked you up and placed you next to him, cuddling you in close. "You're sleeping next to me tonight."

"I'd love that my darling." You answered, Dandy keeping you tight and close to his own body. "Are you still cold?"

"Mhm." He nodded.

"My sweet boy, I'll warm you right up." You just kept smiling at him, moving yourself to lie on top of Dandy. You also put the blanket over yourself, you kept Dandy and yourself warm. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you more."

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kai-slut · 1 year

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can you blame these women??

(this is crap but I HAD to edit these scenes.)

#evan peters #ahs #jimmy darling #american horror story #evan peters ahs #evan peters role #evan thomas peters #edit #evan peters edit #ahs 4 #ahs freakshow #american horror freak show #freak show #lobsterboy #capcut #evan peters fandom

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multific · 10 months

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The Interrogation

Kai Anderson x Reader

Summary: Your husband is a suspect in a murder case that he most definitely committed. So, the cops bring you in for questioning.

"Mrs Anderson, we just have a couple of simple questions about your husband." two detectives sat down in front of you, you just wanted to roll your eyes but instead went along with it. "You do know why you are here right?"

"No. I do not." you said and from that point on, it was game on.

"Beverly Whells was found dead a week ago near the college your husband teaches at, in fact, she was one of his students. We suspect him to be the killer. And we have a couple of questions, such as where were you last Wednesday between 3pm until next morning."one of them asked as he put down pictures of Beverly in front of you on the table.

"Last Wednesday, I went home from work and stopped by a store to grab some things for dinner. I arrived home around 6pm and started to make dinner."

"Where was your husband at that point? Or rather, where did you believe he was?"

"He was already home by the time I arrived as he usually is. He gets off early on Wednesdays and Fridays," you replied as you leaned back in your chair.

"Did you know Beverly?"

"I might have seen her on campus once or twice. I never pay much attention to the students."

"Where was your husband last Wednesday night?"

"In bed with me. As he always is."

"How can you be sure he didn't leave to meet up with Ms Whells?" asked the other detective.

"I'm a light sleeper, I wake up to the smallest things. I would have noticed if he moved." you let out a long sigh, so he was the bad cop.

"We believe it was your husband who killed this girl. Now, we are not sure if you were also a part of this or not Mrs Anderson."

"Why would any of us want to kill her?"

"Maybe you got jealous? Young woman, always around your husband... Perhaps they had an affair and you took revenge." you laughed at that.

"If it would have been me, you wouldn't have found her." the way you said it with such confidence and with that cold stare, sent shivers down the detective's spine. "My husband and I were sleeping that night. I can give you our home camera footage, we never left the house. Can I go now?"

"Yes, and we do want the camera footage." you nodded at both detectives before heading out.

Kai was waiting for you next to your car.

"How did it go?" he asked with a childish smile.

"They are just as stupid as you said they would be." he pulled you close and kissed your temple.

"One step closer to complete my plan," he said with a wide grin and you smiled at him as you leaned up to give him a kiss.

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violqtharmon · 1 year

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Misty Day mood board ⋆✢⋆

#misty day #ahs coven #american horror story #american horror freak show #american horror murder house #american horror coven #american horror 1984 #american horror hotel #american horror asylum #tate and violet #violet and tate #zoe and kyle #kyle and zoe #madison montgomery #zoe benson #tate langdon #violet harmon

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princessbun-ee · 11 months

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ON MY KNEES🫠

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multidu · 1 year

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dandy mott

american horror story: freak show

#dandy ahs #dandy #dandy mott #american horror freak show #american horror story #freak show ahs #ahs

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jennaortegasbitch · 1 year

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#emma roberts #scream 4 #american horror story #american horror coven #american horror freak show #american horror story 1984 #scream queens

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marchsfreakshow · 10 months

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Never Leave (Dandy Mott x reader)

Helloo! This is just me writing something random that I thought of, and I am incredibly sorry if the characters seem outta character I haven't seen Freakshow for a good lil while :3

And it is just pure fluff, so, I hope you enjoy. :D

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You were driving Dora back from the shops, and she sat next to you in the passenger seat, but she wriggled uncomfortably. "Y/N, why on god's earth would you sit me in the front of the car? I'm meant to be sitting in the back, even so walkin'."

All you did was giggle a bit. "because you're a kind woman, Dora, you do so much for the Motts, yet they don't treat you right. It's horrible!" Your face was stern, serious, staring right in front of you as you were driving. She just gave a small smile looking out the window next to her. Yet she questioned why on earth you fell for Dandy. He was a childish brat who deserved all bad in Dora's eyes, and you were just constantly kind, sweet, and nice to everyone. What she didn't see is how you put Dandy in his place. You were harsh, more so than Gloria thought, and made sure Dandy knew what would happen if he stepped out of line with his mother or Dora.

After a few minutes, you end up at the Mott manor. You pulled the car up, and got out quickly, opening the trunk and grabbing the bags. Dora joined you, closing the trunk after the bags had been collected. "I can't thank you enough Y/N, you're too kind to live here honestly." She smiled at you, walking up to the door and pushing it open with the side of her body. Slowly you followed behind her, putting the two bags on the kitchen countertop. The kitchen was a bit dusty and a bit more greyish than it was yesterday.

"Dora, would you mind re-cleaning the kitchen later, please? It's greying.." You noticed, staring around the place. Before she answered a yes or no, you felt a body behind you and arms wrapping around your torso. "Hi, Dandy." Dandy grinned at you and kissed the side of your face.

"Don't leave for that long again, I missed you." He whined. Dora just rolled her eyes and walked into the other room, the bag still in hand. Dandy let you go after Dora left and turned you around, so you could look at him more, of course, he would want that.

All you did was give him a kiss, gently holding his face, and not letting go after the kiss. "I was only gone for half an hour love," Dandy whined again, and kissed you over and over, all over your face and neck, clinging himself to you. "Dandy.." You chuckled, moving your hands down to his shoulders, as he picked you up, and started to walk.

"We're going upstairs, I want to give you cuddles." He carried your bridal style, as you just buried your face in his neck, taking in his scent, and relaxing in his arms.

Dandy got into his playroom and put you down on the small sofa. It was enough to make you comfortable, and soon enough Dandy sat by you, holding your hand and staring at you up and down. "What are you staring at?"

"You."

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful. And the only one whos better than the other cows Mother brought into the house.

You just sat up and hugged Dandy tightly, ignoring what he just said. "I love you Dandy."

#dandy mott x reader #dandy mott #ahs freakshow #ahs #american horror freak show #Freakshow #fluff #x reader fluff #x reader

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kai-slut · 1 year

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"if you want it long and hard..." yes jimmy, I do want it.

#ahs #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters role #evan peters ahs #jimmy darling #ahs freakshow #freak show #ahs4 #american horror freak show #evan thomas peters

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ahorrorstorycircle · 2 months

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jessica lange supremacy - Oscars 2024.

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ameriicanwh0re · 2 months

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2014 2024

#evanpeters #american horror story #epeters #evan peters icons #evan peters imagine #evan peters #evan peters photoshoot #evan peters baner #american horror story freak show #jimmydarling #jimmy darling #ariana grande #eternal sunshine

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violqtharmon · 1 year

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Violet harmon moodboard ⋆✢⋆

“I hate it here. I hate everyone. All their bougie designer bullshit!”

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fear-is-truth · 3 months

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— 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 ﹒jimmy darling. *ೃ༄

⋮ 𝐟ic tags. . . fem!reader﹒sfw ﹒ drabble ﹒ w.c: 416

⋮ 𝐚/n. my first time writing for jimmy. hope it’s not too bad

Sweeping the worn canvas floor of the tent, dust particles danced in the air. The scent of sawdust lingered as you tidied up after another lackluster night in the freak show. A rustle of heavy fabric made you look up.

Jimmy was standing by the entrance, his silhouette framed by the mocking twinkle of colourful blinking lights outside.

“What do you want, Jimmy?” you asked warily, the broom pausing mid-sweep. He hesitated, fingers tracing the frayed edge of the tent flap

“I want-” Jimmy started, his words faltering as he adjusted the leather newsboy cap perched on his head.

“Never mind what I want,” his voice was gruff.

“What do you want?”

That was a question you didn't even need a split second to consider. Your heart always knew, perhaps from the beginning.

“You. I want you.” Him. Always him. A wistful smile graced his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There’s an ache, a longing in them.

“You already have me. Since the day I saw you walking into the tent, I was so gone on you.”

He shifted his weight, leaning closer. For a moment, you thought he was about to kiss you, but he didn’t. Instead, he licked his lips before he spoke again.

“But a girl like you doesn’t really want a guy like me. It’s just how things work, you know that,” he added softly, almost pleadingly. You took his hand in both yours. Placed it to your chest.

“My heart is made to fit in your hands, Jimmy Darling. Every part of me. Just for your hands, and yours only.”

His face lit up at this, and by God, it was the most fucking beautiful smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. That smile of his, it didn’t just make you smile— it made your pulse quicken and your heart flutter.

Then, his lips were on yours. You put your hands on either side of his face, and his hands dropped to your shoulders, skimming along your arms, finally resting at the small of your back.

The rest of the world ceased to exist.

You had never gotten so lost in a kiss before.

It struck you – perhaps you had never truly been kissed before; the memories of others paled in comparison. You tasted him and realised that you had been famished; that you’d never get enough of him. Love had touched you before, yet never with the same, soul-searing intensity.

This. This was the only thing that mattered.

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taintandviolent · 11 months

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Chantilly Lace; Jimmy Darling x virgin!reader

{requested by: @the-goblin1} summary: 2.3K words. Friends pressure you, a shy little virgin, into seeing 'Jimmy', whoever that is. w a r n i n g s // notes: virgin reader (adult), loss of virginity, fluff(ish) smut, explicit descriptions. // I'm so not a fluff writer, so hopefully this wasn't horrid!!!!

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“Oh, please,” you quivered, heels skidding in the plush carpet as they pushed you towards the door. “Don’t — I’m not… I’m a….”

“Oh, live a little, would you? God, you’re such a prude!” “He’s great, I’ve seen him three times and I haven’t had a sleepless night since!”

Your friends spoke about this Darling fellow like he was some sort of miracle worker, like one of those fancy massage therapists in town. A spare bedroom is an awfully strange place for this….

“Have fun!” The shove Becky gave you was nearly hard enough to make you stumble and Diane yanked the door shut so hard that the picture frame clattered against the wall. Some friends, you thought. The room was quiet except for the quiet murmur of the radio on the dresser. Elvis crooned about love not waiting — you swallowed the lump in your throat. How oddly appropriate.

Still standing at the door, you couldn’t help but feel like a child on a stage; you interlocked your fingers behind your back and rocked nervously on your heels. You’d always held your innocence close, despite heading towards twenty-four. All of your other friends had lost their V-Card and at this point, you were the odd woman out.

“Hi,” you stammered, choky, addressing the man lounging seductively on the bed across from you. “Are you Jimmy Darling?”

“Sure am. C’mere, baby, I’m not gonna’ bite ya’.”

Putting one foot in front of the other, you made your way — slowly — over to the bed, apprehensiveness muddling your ability to move any faster. The rustling of the duvet was deafening as you sat down, but finding words was like finding a strand of blonde hair in a haystack. You cleared your throat, fingering the eyelet lace hem of your dress. You felt like a fool. And you couldn’t stop stealing glances at his hands…. I suppose that’s part of the appeal for the girls?

“What’s wrong, honey? Nervous?”

Keeping your head down, you lifted your big, misty eyes to him and nodded twice. He scooted closer to you on the bed, folding his hands neatly in his lap. From this angle, they looked normal. You swallowed hard.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m not gonna’ hurt ya, babydoll.”

As he sat there, respecting every boundary you had, you believed him. The warm, yellow lighting of the room was relaxing, and after a few moments, you raised your head and turned your body so that you were facing him.

“Mr. Darling,” you started, ready to spill your guts to this strange man. “I —

“Jimmy.” He insisted.

“…Jimmy. My friends made me do this…. Not that I wouldn’t do it because you’re very… handsome. I’d do anything, I really—” Rolling your lips inward, you took a moment to steady yourself, feeling the words coming a little too quickly.

“You’re very handsome…. But I’m… well….”

Jimmy — god, he is handsome. Really handsome…. And he’s so patient. Jimmy sat quietly, listening intently to every word. Every time those big, dark brown eyes blinked, another butterfly took flight in your stomach. It was getting crowded in there.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Aw, heck - that’s okay. I’ll take it sl—“ “I’m a virgin.” You interrupted.

Those three words landed like bags of bricks, each one of them weighing two tons. You both went silent; neither sure what should or could be said. After a few agonising minutes, you unfurled your fist and set the folded money on the nightstand. Even if you two didn’t do a single thing, you had every intention of paying him for wasted time. Jimmy looked at it with sullen eyes, unsure if he even wanted to take it.

“Oh, this is silly. I’m sorry, Mr. Darling. Er, Jimmy.”

You pushed yourself off the bed, huffing in frustration. You’d made a fool of yourself in here, and you were about to make a fool of yourself out there. You’d be the butt of the virgin bride joke for the rest of your days.

“Doll face, wait.” His claws caught your wrist as you got to your feet, enveloping it entirely.

“Listen,” he continued, pulling you back towards him. The action had you trembling in a completely foreign way; you weren’t scared. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do - but not to brag, but… I’m real good at makin’ pretty girls feel like a million bucks. Besides all that….”

Jimmy pulled your arm a little closer to him. “…it’d be a real treat for me…. Because I think you’re the prettiest girl that’s walked through that door.”

Whether or not that was true, you again believed him and allowed yourself to be towed towards him, onto him. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapping both his arms around you. The heat came off of him in waves, and he smelled freshly showered, with a hint of warm summer air.

“Is it alright if I kiss that pretty neck of yours?”

Your cheeks were instantly hot and redder than the wild strawberries in the backyard of your parent’s home. In response, you tilted your head to the side, exposing the delicate, slightly sweaty flesh. Jimmy dove in like a man starved, smearing his plush lips over every inch and nipping sporadically.

Overcome by the sensation, you had no chance in stopping the aroused whimpers. His hands snaked around your torso, pausing to graze your nipples over the fabric of your dress. He glided up your arms, then back down to slither along the tops of your thighs. Beneath your thighs, Jimmy had started undulating his hips ever so slightly, unable to ignore the demands of his cock as it stiffened. You may have been a prude, but you knew what that growing warm spot was.

“You doin’ alright, baby?”

You nodded lazily, still overwhelmed by the feeling of his warm, large hands as they skated over your thighs. Truthfully, your body was overstimulated, and he hadn’t even got to your —

Jimmy tapped the sides of your body, urging you up. You understood every silent cue he was giving you, and when he pushed you back towards the bed, you shivered in anticipation.

“You’re real pretty, you know that?” Delicately, he lifted your dress over your knees, the cream-coloured Chantilly lace gliding over the tops of your thighs. You looked up at him, wondering if this was just a run-of-the-mill encounter for him. Underneath the sun kissed skin of his neck, his pulse throbbed rapidly.

Gasping, you felt the tips of his conjoined fingers press into your entrance. Jimmy curled his bottom segment back towards his palm, keeping that one out of the way. You were a virgin after all — he couldn’t handle you like the other women craving spice in their otherwise boring marriages. He eased his fingers in further, feeling resistance. She’s not there yet… He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, watching as your lashes fluttered. Gradually, your cunt opened up for him, getting slick enough that he could slide his fingers in.

“You tell me if you wanna’ stop. Okay, sugar?” There was a gruffness in his voice that wasn’t there before. You nodded.

Jimmy rotated his hand, palm up and curled his conjoined fingers inside you, rubbing delicately at a spongy, tender spot within you. Your body immediately responded by arching your back, and letting a high-pitched whine echo against the walls. The roiling pleasure that you felt within your core was indescribable and made you see stars. Pinpricks of white glitter decorated the white, popcorn ceiling above as you, paralysed with euphoria, laid on a lady’s bed in the middle of Jupiter, Florida. He tested your boundaries by finger-fucking you a little faster, still letting the pad of his thumb press into your clit every time he made contact.

“M-more…”

Your begging drove him wild — he could feel the coils of arousal in his groin, making it harder and harder to focus on stale decency. I wanna’ fuck her so bad….

Jimmy withdrew, uncurled his bottom claw and slipped that into your warm, weeping cunt. Now she’s gettin’ the full Darling treatment.

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating. His — your mind hesitated on the word — pincers were inside you now, gliding in and out with ease. You felt the change in girth and the tips of some of the conjoined fingers as they hit you in new angles. Oh,…. God… Gut instinct kicked in and you began rolling your hips into his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into you.

“Atta’ girl,” Jimmy said, praisingly. “You’re a natural. That feels good, huh?”

You nodded, but you wanted more. More. “Can you…. Can you… take it?”

Jimmy paused, taken aback by your immodest, pitifully innocent request. It had only happened a few times before, and usually, it was the virgins that asked for him to fuck ‘em. Usually, all the gals left dripping and satisfied and he’d have to tuck a rock-hard erection up into the waistband of his briefs while he raced back to his trailer. “I can… long as you’re sure, baby.”

He knew you were though. Your eyes were begging him, pleading with him to rail you into a new era of womanhood. Jimmy straightened up, shrugging the striped shirt off his shoulders. “You want it, babydoll?”

“Please.”

Jimmy slid the strip of leather out of the buckle, yanking it hard. With an iron focus, he unzipped his pants and reached in, taking himself in his hand. It was tender to the touch, and the underside was slithery with pre-cum.

After a few strokes, Jimmy lined his cock up, pressing only the tip into you at first. He was giving you the reigns and wasn’t about to go any further until you’d asked him to. You gasped again, but this one was laced with a shrill whine. With a deep inhale, you shimmied your hips down, urging Jimmy’s cock in deeper; about halfway. There was a sudden sting, replaced by a fiery warmth that you never would’ve been able to imagine.

Sure, he was a gentleman. Underneath it all, his mama had raised him right and he knew how to respect a woman. Still… he was a man. A hot-blooded man with an insecurity that was only ever quashed by reassuring praise… and women. He was going as slow as he could, you saw that in his eyes and felt in the way his hips quivered every time he backed them out. He wanted to pound into your cunt and feel your tight, virgin walls squeezing desperately around his cock.

Though, through pants, he still managed to ask if you were okay.

“It’s…. It hurts a little, but I’m alright. You’re just bigger… then I thought you’d be.”

Now what the hell’s that supposed to mean? That confession bit at Jimmy’s heart a little, but he wasn’t about to let it kill his boner. He’d think about that later, maybe with a bottle of whiskey.

“Just do it.” You hoped it sounded like the demand you intended it to, and not a scared little peep.

“Do it?”

Sinking down between his shoulders, Jimmy Darling pressed the sweetest kiss against your lips, his tongue creeping out to sweep across your pouty bottom lip like he was cleaning up some popsicle you’d left behind. It was so sweet and so tender, you almost didn’t feel the way that he bucked his hips up into you to bottom out, the girth of his cock splitting you open wide.

He thrust into you rhythmically, the tip of his cock hitting you deeply. Everything was white-hot and your head felt like it was underwater — aroused. That’s what that is…. He’s got me so… oh I need him.

You threw your head back into the satin pillow, hearing the crackle of the down feathers as your weight pressed down into them. A moan escaped your throat, loud enough that Jimmy pulled back from his necking to see if you were okay. You were. The way your eyes rolled back in your head, and your mouth had parted slightly told him everything he needed to know.

You’d lifted your hips up to him and Jimmy took that opportunity to pound it harder than he should’ve, letting out a deep groan. You couldn’t help but wail repeatedly, each cry broken by the contact of his hips against yours. That made him moan louder and more often, taken by how god damn good you sounded. Outside, a collection of women had their ears pressed against wood, jaws hanging slack.

Jimmy dropped his head, angling his lips to your ear. “You like that, baby? You like me takin’ you hard like that?”

You mewled out that you did, asking for him to keep going. Harder. He obeyed. Your lids snapped open, pupils dilating. There was a thick, hot coil in the pit of your stomach and it was winding tighter and tighter around itself.

“Jimmy, something is happening,—“ Your moans grew louder, more shrill and more desperate. The coil strained.

“Damn right somethin’s happenin’, doll fa—aauugh!” Jimmy bucked his hips, burying his head deep within you to spurt thick ropes of cum hard up into you.

You felt everything all at once; the warmth that filled you, the way his cock twitched inside you, his hot breaths on your chest. You screamed as the coil snapped and your cunt began pulsing with pleasure, throbbing like a heartbeat. His thrusts slowed as he emptied, and you let out a dreamy, breathy sigh.

“Usually, I’d charge extra for that, sweetheart. But,” Jimmy paused to kiss you one final time before he got up to start redressing himself. “Like I said, that was a treat for me.”

As you laid there, looking at the ceiling (which was no longer sparkling), you mustered up the courage to rejoin your friends. Earlier, you thought you’d be embarrassed, having to make the walk of shame because you’d chickened out. Now, you were trying to find the words to explain what had happened — though you were sure everyone had heard exactly what had happened.

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