#dandy mott

It's his first time sleeping over at your place, obviously during the peak of summer. It's hot, sweaty and clammy under the sheets, but god he didn't want to pull away from you. It was a rare occurrence that you slept naked, but tonight it just had to be done.

Sleeping somewhat peacefully, deep in an endless dream when you stir, feeling something between your thighs. Sleepily, you call his name, and look over your shoulder. Your poor, needy and neglected boyfriend had moved one of your thighs for a moment, slipping his cock in the small space between your thighs. The occasional throb pressing against you, every little vein and ridge resting between your skin.

He whimpered your name as he shallowly thrusted, getting the bare minimum of friction, desperately craving more. While he lived on your moans, the quiet whines of the unexpected humping would have to do for him. Your name was like heaven to moan and he had his arms wrapped around you tight, head buried in your back. Whimpering and groaning pathetically as he tried to cum, but the bare minimum friction only caused frustration. "Fuck, come on please... Please.." he muttered, still half asleep. His nicknames for you were spilling out of his mouth like water in a waterfall.

In broad daylight, something like this should never happen. Especially to people who didn't deserve it in the slightest. If it wasn't for their deformities, they'd be working normal jobs. You were one of those people, born to be one of Elsa's little monsters. Well, that was until she sold it to the spoiled little rich boy, in favor of her own fame. Dandy didn't know the first thing about running the show. You had a system and he had to come and fuck it all up. Not to mention that he was a lunatic. Either way, he was unfortunately your boss. And owner if you think about the really fucked up moral dilemma that arises. Even though Elsa wasn't always the best mother, you still wished for her to come back. Dandy didn't treat you right like she did, he didn't care for you like people. He mistreated you all and your talents. And unlike Paul and the others, you bit your tongue and swallowed your words.

When you heard the first gunshots you were on the other side of camp. You quickly hide inside your caravan, covering your ears and tucking yourself into a corner. Your friends were dead, that much you knew, but maybe, just maybe you could make it and live in their honor. It didn't take long before Dandy reached your caravan, beginning his search. You tried your best to stay quiet, but when he started pushing stuff around, you couldn't help but let out the sob you were holding back. He walked over to you, crouching down to your level. "Well, hello there." Dandy's voice was smooth, as if he wasn't just shooting people a few minutes ago. A shiver runs up your spine as you curl further into yourself.

"You know, you've always been a favorite of mine," he continues when you don't say anything. "Never questioning me like the others. All so obedient, little bird," Dandy reaches out and pats your head. He grabs your arms and pulls you up to your feet. "I want to keep you alive, little bird, I'd rather not waste a bullet for your pretty skull." he presses his finger to your forehead. "Just need you to do something for me, yeah?" you nod your head a little, not wanting to make him upset. Dandy guides your hand over his semi-hard crotch, undoing the buttons and pulling out his cock. "Show me how you'll pleasure me, little bird." You fall to your knees as Dandy tucks the gun away.

Wasting no time at all, you take the tip into your mouth, feeling him grow inside. Dandy pats your head like you'd pet a dog, urging you forward. Taking more of his length, about half way, makes him groan. He had to stop himself from shoving his cock down your throat like he so desperately wanted to. You start to bob your head, tongue going over the veins on the bottom. But Dandy was impatient and thrusted his hips forward, making the rest of his length go into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat, nearly making you gag. He wasn't paying attention to you at this point, focused on the way your warm mouth felt around him.

Dandy continued thrusting, your nose hitting his pelvis every time. And yet he went on with it relentlessly. Fucking your mouth as if there wasn't a person behind it. His orgasm was fast approaching, and he was coming down your throat in no time. However, Dandy stood there, making you swallow down every last drop of cum. After he tucked himself away he petted your head. "You'll make a wonderful wife, little bird." he offered his hand out, pulling you to your feet. "I'll treat you like a queen, I promise." Though, Dandy was never good at keeping promises, and you'd be nothing more than a bird with clipped wings to him.

Star's notes -> Making up for the lack of posts yesterday. Also, Dandy is my favorite character that Finn Wittrock has played

(This is day 15 of Kinktober 2024, for full list see here)

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The baby makes sounds when she feeds. Those quiet, wet little breaths — soft, rhythmic, desperate gulps that Jimmy tries his hardest to tune out. He can feel everything, even from the other side of their body. He tries to ignore the feeling too.

Jimmy and Alfie sit with their back pressed against the headboard of their rickety old bed, feeding the little girl that Jimmy never wanted. He still hasn’t called her by her name… hasn’t referred to her as anything other than “it.” He refuses to.

It’s evening outside the trailer. The last of the carnival lights flicker beyond the thin curtains, yellow bulbs humming like insects in the dark. Life on the grounds goes on the same as always… only Jimmy doesn’t feel like part of it anymore. He’s stuck here, with a painfully swollen chest, being sucked dry by a little parasite.

He keeps his eyes on the far wall of the trailer, where the wood paneling splits into long, crooked lines. If he looks too closely at the baby — if he looks over at Alfie holding her — something ugly crawls up his throat. Something black, and acidic, and vile, that he just wants to spit out. So he stares at the wall.

The baby gulps again, taking down another mouthful of sustenance. Alfie shifts their hips. Jimmy feels the movement at the base of their spine.

Sometimes, he hates that their body works this way — two heads, one body. One nervous system threading through them like live wire. Two separate brains receiving the very same signals, yet interpreting them in two different ways.

If Alfie pulls his shoulder, Jimmy feels the soreness of the muscle. If Alfie sprains his ankle, Jimmy feels the weakness in their leg. If Alfie is feeding the baby… feeding it… Jimmy can feel her every suckle.

They’ve existed this way all their lives… but lately Jimmy feels like he’s taking up space under someone else’s skin.

Alfie lifts the baby a little higher, cradling her against his side of their chest. “Easy now.” He tells her, his voice full of love. “You’re alright.”

Jimmy’s stomach twists… and he knows that Alfie feels it too.

The baby’s tiny hand opens and closes against their collarbone. Jimmy watches it out of the corner of his eye before he can stop himself, reacting to her cold fingertips.

God… she’s so small. Her fingers barely wrap around the curve of their clavicle. She’s such a tiny… whining, greedy, clingy, filthy… itty-bitty little creature. A parasite.

Always crying. Always hungry. Always tired. Always needing her diaper changed. Jimmy can’t stand it.

And the worst part — the thing Jimmy hates the most — is that Alfie loves her. Doesn’t want to get rid of her.

He looks like he belongs here… in bed, doing this. Looks like he’s meant to care for a pocket-sized leech like her. Like it comes naturally to him.

Jimmy shifts uncomfortably. Their legs stretch out across the bed, bare feet tangled in the thin blanket. Their body still aches from the birth, even after all these weeks — dull soreness deep in their hips, radiating up through their stomach and down to their knees. There’s a strange hollow feeling in their belly too… an empty hole where weight used to be.

Jimmy hates that too.

He exhales slowly. “If I’d known,” he mutters quietly, “I’d have run.”

Alfie doesn’t look up… but Jimmy feels the faint tightening of his jaw. He already knows what Jimmy’s going to say — he can hear it echoing in his brother’s mind before he even opens his mouth. It’s the same hateful thing Jimmy’s been saying for months. The very same, hateful thing that Alfie is sick and tired of hearing.

“If I’d known meeting him would turn into all this,” Jimmy continues, “I’d have packed us up and left this place the night he turned up.”

Alfie finally glances at him, keeping his head tilted toward the baby. “You wouldn’t have.”

Jimmy snorts. “I would have.”

“I wouldn’t have let you,” Alfie says calmly.

Jimmy scowls. “You wouldn’t have had a choice.”

The baby finishes feeding, letting out a small, satisfied sigh. Finally, her belly is full, and Jimmy can have his body back.

Alfie carefully adjusts the little creature against his shoulder, rubbing slow circles across her back. It’s time to burp her.

“Jimmy,” he says quietly, his claw pressed gently to her skin.

Jimmy looks away again. “What?”

“You know you don’t mean that.”

“The hell I don’t.”

“Dandy’s a great man, Jimmy. You’d see it yourself if you weren’t so mean all the time.”

“Dandy’s a fraud.”

Alfie doesn’t argue any further. He rarely ever does. Instead he continues rubbing the baby’s back, until she lets out a resounding burp.

The sound is so loud, Jimmy’s muscle go stiff. Alfie smiles, and he looks away so fast his head almost unscrews.

God. That smile. That same soft, stupid smile Alfie used to get when they’d sit in the marsh… when the wind blew through the tall grasses and the water shimmered in the golden sunshine .

Jimmy remembers those afternoons. They used to go out there when the noise of the carnival got too loud. Sit by the cattails. Watch dragonflies skim the water.

No crowds. No busy-bodied freaks. No gawking strangers. Just quiet.

Back then it was easy to believe that their life would always be that way. The two of them against the world, making it on their own. No complications. No men. No babies. No surprises.

Now, the memory makes Jimmy so sick he could gag.

“Dandy Mott,” he mutters bitterly… that black, acidic, vile stuff dripping from his tongue.

Alfie sighs faintly — in his brother’s head, an unwilling passenger on his train of thought.

Jimmy remembers the first time they met Dandy. Seems like everyone remembers their first time, when it comes to him.

Hard to forget a man like that… with his bright, silky suits and polished shoes. That eerie, eager smile that he was wearing… like a child who’d found a new toy to play with.

Jimmy had hated him from the very start. Something in his gut twisted the moment Dandy stepped onto the grounds… and he knows that Alfie felt it too — he just chose to ignore it.

Dandy was way too clean. Too friendly. Too fascinated. The way he looked at the freaks made Jimmy’s skin crawl. It was like he wasn’t looking at people at all. Like he was looking at specimens. Objects on display. Living, breathing, walking, talking dollar signs.

Jimmy should’ve listened to that feeling more often. He always trusts his gut. Always.

He remembers the nights when Dandy started visiting their trailer more often than was necessary. When he started bringing gifts. Sweet-talking.

Alfie took the bait almost immediately, acting as though he’d found his Prince Charming… the man who’d scoop him up and save him from himself. If it’s one thing that the two of them have never shared, it’s intuition.

Alfie would talk, and Dandy would listen to his stories… react with fascination and interest that was clearly put on.

“If I’d known,” Jimmy says again, seeing that stupid expression in his mind as clear as day, “I would’ve dragged us right off these grounds.”

Alfie shifts the baby into the crook of his arm and finally looks at Jimmy properly.

“You didn’t know. There was nothing to know.” He says.

“I did know. I just didn’t act on it like i should’ve.”

“Dandy’s not a fraud.”

Jimmy huffs. “Don’t defend him.”

“I’m not.”

The baby lets out a soft sleepy sound. Shes halfway to dreamland, relaxed even as her parents argue.

Alfie gently rocks her, and her eyelids flutter like moth wings.

Jimmy finally looks at her properly. He wishes he didn’t.

The little leech has his and Alfie’s nose. Tiny and soft. But the rest of her face — Jimmy swallows — is unmistakable.

Those dark, shifty eyebrows. That faint crookster curl at the corners of her mouth. Dandy’s DNA is written all over her… and it’s sickening.

Jimmy’s jaw tightens.

He hates it. Hates that the fraud’s face lives on in something so small. Something so needy. Something that now belongs to him and Alfie whether he likes it or not.