I write for ftm, male, non-binary, and gender neutral readers! I am not comfortable writing for female readers I apologize it makes me uncomfortable. If gender is not specified I'll resort to gender neutral.
Slashers I write for include:
Bubba Sawyer
Thomas Hewitt
Stuart 'Stu' Macher
Billy Lenz
Michael Myers (OG, RZ, and Halloween Kills)
Jason Voorhees
Brahms Heelshire
Pyramid Head
Harry Warden
Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans
Beauregard 'Bo' Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Tiffany Valentine (human form, not doll form)
Samhain 'Sam' (ONLY PLATONICALLY NOT ROMANTICALLY)
Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen
That's all that I can name off the top of my head but if you have any others you might be curious about don't be shy to ask!!
I will write NSFW so don't be shy to ask!
If you have any other questions just message me or send in my askbox!!
Summary: He cant breathe but the man in the mask helps him.
Genre: SFW, Comfort fic.
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack, crying, all that shazam.
Self inserted, Vex used as a name and he/him used as pronouns.
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A/N: This is with a self insert of mine, you can head over to my slashersona account ( @vexelier-speaks ) to learn more about him. But it's just me getting help from Jesse Cromeans. It's messily written so ignore it. Just a comfort fic for myself.
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It was a dark night, quiet and perfect for sleeping. Except he couldn't. The Jersey Devil stayed up with his head in his hands, an invisible force grabbing him by the throat and cutting off his airflow. Thoughts, images and flashes from the past filled his head. All the things that were his fault.
His breathing was getting more and more ragged until it was nothing but gasps for air like a fish out of water. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. He needed help.
With whatever energy he had left, he fizzed himself into the familiar offices that most wouldn't dare to go into without permission. His legs were shaky and his mask was well gone back at home. He only had one target, to get to him.
He could help. He always did even if he didn't know it. Who knows if he'd be in his office? Who knows if he wanted to see him like this.
But either way, the devil took his chances and practically collapsed against the door as he banged on it for entrance. His vision had black spots in it now, unconscious getting closer and closer to being reality.
And then the door opened.
Jesse stood at the now opened door, staring down at Vex with the emotionless chrome mask he wore. But underneath laid a worried expression. What had happened to his...friend?
The tall man was quick to pull Vex inside the room, closing the door and locking it while he almost effortlessly lifted him onto his desk to get better leverage. Vex only breathed ragged breaths, void-like eyes blurry and unfocused.
He couldn't think anymore, he couldn't see, he felt pathetic.
Two strong arms wrapped around him and soon the darkness of a quite soft sweater entered his senses. He was being hugged. Was this really Jesse Cromeans? The Chromeskull killer? The man who never spoke to him unless he said something first?
It seemed so unreal...like a dream he may have had once or twice. Yet he almost immediately hugged back and let his tears fall to stain the dark fabric. It felt nice to be held like this...to hear the heartbeat of another.
He was breathing like normal in just a few minutes, but never let go. He didn't want to. He didn't want to let go and have everything go back to how it was.
He wanted to be loved.
Just before Jesse were to pull away, Vex squeezed tighter and spoke.
"Please just....let me stay like this for a minute longer..."
It was soft, desperate even as a sob choked it's way out his throat and the man in the mask realized he actually quite liked this feeling. So that's how the two stayed, embraced in each other's arms and really just taking a second to live.
GAAAASP ASK GAMES I LOVE THESE okay uhhhhh, 9, 15, and 25!
longest wip of the year
omg there's a lot that i actually lost a long time ago but one of main wips i have still is "dirty little secret" - rick grimes x reader
something you learned this year
hmm.. interesting. uhh id say i learned how to lose people. family, friends, relationships, platonic partners, etc. and right along with that i also learned how to love the people around me in a healthier way and im forever thankful to those who stayed by my side. @andvys is definitely my number one supporter and she's the one who taught me a lot honestly.
a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read
omfg i actually wanna make a huge list after this because there's so many! im half asleep so for now im going to list the most recent blogs ive been reading from instead. i hope that's okay <3
@rakeandcrash - they literally write so fucking good and i look up to their talent. very good with detail and getting the character to stay realistic.
@myers-meadow im not a RZ michael simp at all but the way they write is so good and i genuinely love the fics so much.
@majorsdarlin needs more recognition for their hard work and down to earth personality. the vibe of their blog is so cozy and safe?? idk how to explain it.
@wanderbreadsworld PLEASE HYPE THIS MF UP. they work hard and really get into detail with requests, truly cares what you want and tries to make it perfect yet also realistic of the character.
@vexelier-suix-cipher another sweet one! literally helped me with anxiety and stuff with their fics and their blog is so comfortable, you'll never feel judged, etc. please give them some more well deserved attention.
* i will make a whole separate post about this specifically! many more blogs to tag and praise lol
I was wondering if I could request something for Thomas Hewitt? (Gender neutral reader ofc)
Perhaps after years of being with his s/o they just kinda- run away together? They pack some stuff in the middle of the night and take a working car with gas before driving to a house far away that his s/o had prepared to call home with him?
Just getting him away from the bad life he was put into and allowing him to start a new one in a much nicer environment. (Not a city ofc because I myself despise cities and I bet he would too)
Ahhh sorry it's so long!! If it makes you uncomfortable or you don't feel motivated to write it just let me know!! I don't mind!!
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Me & You
Thomas Hewitt x GN!Reader
— Summary: After the passing of Luda Mae, you finish what she had started and give you and Thomas both a new start.
— CW/TW: explicit language, fluff, maybe angst if you squint, major character death (Mama Luda), loss mentioned, confessions of love, giving this boy all the love I can, I think that's it
— Word Count: 3.2k ish
— A/N: So sorry this took so long! I was really struggling with how I wanted this to go and I hope this did your idea justice! It was so much fun oml. Also the first time I've really written for this big man so I hope I did him justice as well. Sorta proofread, all mistakes are mine. Enjoy and thank you sm for the request!
You find yourself wondering late nights just how you’d got to this point in life. The simple answer could be that death trap you called a car four years ago, considering it’s the reason you landed in the grasp of the Sawyer family. Maybe it was all the things that caused you to go looking for a new life. A part of you liked to entertain the idea of some twisted butterfly effect where one small interaction years and years ago landed you here. The other half of you that grew tired of making sense of life simply wanted to call it fate.
Regardless of whatever it was, an invisible force or happenstance, it had come to learn you are a determined little shit. Not for your sake, but for his.
Thomas Hewitt had been the reason you avoided that table in the basement, but not the cause. Luda Mae had always wanted a happy ending for her boy, something far from where they found themselves when you fell into their laps. Call it old intuition or simple desperation, but Luda saw you as her last hope for her boy. She announced you as off-limits, struck a deal that bargained your life, and called it a day. The others were never given any insight as to what she had said to you in the room that shortly became yours nor would you ever share.
Even four years later, as you stood over her freshly decorated grave. You clutched onto her note, the equivalent to her will, and pressed your knuckle to your quivering lip. She had held up her end of the deal in her final days, leaving all details in the crinkling letter addressed to you. That night you would bury the hatchet and hold up your own.
True to your word, as the majority of the house settled in for the night you went to check on your getaway car. You packed light, taking only what you and Thomas needed including a few keepsakes from Luda that Thomas would appreciate having. It was all shoved into an old SUV you and Luda had kept under the illusion of you learning how to fix up cars for Hoyt’s sake. You took the wad of cash you earned selling prescription pills you found on victims and tucked it in the center console. Luda hadn’t been entirely impressed with your methods but wasn’t ignorant to Hoyt scavenging your paycheck from work like a vulture. You dig the note out of your pocket and fold it to show the small letter she addressed to Tommy.
Closing the driver’s door silently, you leaned against it with a deep inhale. It was now or never. Quickly, you rush to the house before making your way leisurely to your shared bedroom, noting Hoyt’s unconscious form on the couch.
Thomas sat on the bed, his head in his hands and his hair still somewhat kempt from the ‘funeral’ earlier in the day. Immediately his head snapped up at the sound of you entering and a whine escaped his throat, reaching for you instinctively. His eyes were bloodshot and his face caked with dried and fresh tears. A pang of guilt shook your chest before settling in your stomach. He needed you now more than ever but you’d been busy finishing what Luda started.
“Oh, Tommy…” You quickly walked into his arms, curling your own around his head to cradle it against you as you stood between his legs. He continued to let out broken sobs and groans, muffled by your clothed torso. His hands found the small of your back and he gripped onto the fabric tight enough that you worried it’d tear.
You remained like that for a few minutes, shushing him and kissing the top of his head when a particularly harsh sound would rip from his throat.
As he began to calm down he started to lay back onto the bed, pulling you with him. Planting your feet on the floor and resisting his pull you’d so often fall right into made him pause, scared and sad eyes looking up at you through wet lashes. Slowly you kneeled and took one of his hands, kissing his knuckles, up his arm, his shoulder, leaving a few nibbles on his neck and jaw, before giving a chaste kiss to his lips. You had his full attention now, his cheeks flushed from what you could see around the mask.
Your voice was hardly a whisper, almost competing with the AC down the hall Hoyt had purchased with your paycheck. “Sweetheart, do you trust me? I mean wholeheartedly trust me.”
He blinked then nodded quickly, his hair bobbing along.
You leaned closer and looked him straight in the eye. “Do you know that I love you? More than anyone and anything in this world? That Luda Mae did too?”
His lips quiver and he nods again, more subtle this time.
Slowly you reached in your pocket and offered him the note. He looked down at it and gave you a confused look before recognizing the writing. He took it with shaking hands and read quietly.
Out of respect, you hadn’t read what was meant for Thomas. You just hoped whatever she put would be enough to convenience him to leave with you.
Thomas’ face went unchanging as his eyes scanned the page. Then without warning he stood and walked over to the nightstand, pulling it open and searching frantically. You rushed over to his side and placed a hand on his arm, soothing him. “Shh, you have to be quiet Tommy. Everything we need is already packed. All I need now is you, Thomas.”
He looked at you with surprise and shook the letter in his hand, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Mama said help ya leave.”
It took a moment for you to collect yourself after hearing him speak. Even after years, you had come to learn while being fully capable of speech, Thomas was much more comfortable communicating, frankly, in any other way. Which was sometimes not at all.
You nodded and turned him to look at you, taking his face in your hands and brushing stray hairs out of his eyes. “With you Tommy. You can read what she wrote me while I drive okay?” You kissed his masked chin and took his hands. “We worked really hard for this. To give me and you a fresh start. We can leave, go to a place I’ve already rented, make it a home, make a whole new family if you want. Me and you, Tommy.” You looked into his eyes, attempting to pour every ounce of love into him. “I could never leave you here and I won’t stand for you to be used and mistreated anymore. Luda didn’t want this for you and neither do I. You deserve to be happy, sweetheart.”
The look in his eye could only be described by poets; someone with a lexicon larger than your own and even then would they struggle to capture the utter adoration and love that shone in his eyes. All of it was overshadowed by the overwhelming hope and desire to have a life like that with you.
Thomas leaned down and kissed you fervently, his arms slipping around you to lift you off the floor a little.
You hummed into the kiss and curled your arms around his neck, scratching gently at his scalp. If time would have waited for you, you would have happily stayed like that for the rest of your life. However, with your newfound confidence and reassurance to take your lover somewhere safe, you were ready to spring into action.
Both of you snuck hurriedly out of the house, allowing Tommy to take a detour to Luda’s grave for one last goodbye before making your way to your escape.
You situated Thomas as comfortably as you could in the passenger seat, covering him in one of Luda’s quilts to prepare for a long ride then running over to the driver’s side to climb in. You leaned over and gave him one last kiss before turning on the engine and pulling out like a bat out of hell.
For the first hour of the drive, Thomas kept looking behind the car in fear of seeing that damned cruiser. Not that you blamed him, you would be too if you hadn’t known that every tire on the property had been slashed but half an hour before your departure. You wanted to reassure him but a part of you felt it was better left unsaid, instead, you settled on comforting him every so often.
“It’s okay. He’s not coming. I’m not going to let another soul ever lay a finger on you. No one else gets to treat you like that again, not gonna be used anymore.” You attempted to keep a gentleness to your voice but you both could hear the anger that threatened to boil over at the thought of the years you witnessed Hoyt twist Thomas’ loyalty for his own benefit.
It distracted him momentarily, looking at you in awe and amusement. You were capable, that much had been proven during your stay in the Hewitt residence. Regardless, it gave Thomas an unfamiliar warm feeling when you’d stick up for him; someone left to fend for himself and used as a weapon by others. It was a feeling he’d decided that he wouldn’t mind experiencing more often.
Around the second hour, he began to doze. He took his mask off after a little encouragement to settle in for a nap. You reached over with your left hand to trace lazy shapes onto his scarred arm as he fought sleep to continue gazing at you lovingly.
You avoided taking your eyes off the road but stole quick glances at Thomas every once in a while.
“Tommy?”
He grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze, his way of responding.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart. Your eyes look like they’re a second away from rolling into the back of your head. I promise, no one’s gonna get us. No more killing or yelling or hurt, Tommy. I just said so, didn’t I? I’m gonna take care of you. Give you the life me and Luda worked so hard for.”
You slowly moved your hand to cup his face, almost getting whiplash from jerking your head toward his direction when you felt tears in your palm. “Tommy? Tommy, baby what’s wrong?”
You slowed the car, taking a quick glance to ensure the road was still empty for miles to come. He shook his head and made a noise of distress. You frowned and pulled off to the side of the road before throwing the car in park and leaning over the center console, wrapping as much of your upper half around Thomas as possible.
You kept your ear close to his face to listen, coaxing him to speak if even a little.
“Talk to me, Thomas, yeah? You don’t gotta say much, just tell me what’s got you upset.” You scrambled for a notepad and pen in the glovebox before he grabbed your hand to stop you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
You heard him let out a quiet rumble, his words slurred. “‘M happy.”
Smiling big and pressing gentle kisses against his temple you whisper. “I am too. I’m happy with you.” You pulled away enough to look into his eyes, not missing the way he ducks his head in an attempt to hide his marred face. Chuckling softly you kissed his forehead and spoke softly. “I’ll let you get away with hiding that handsome face from me this time, okay? Get some sleep, we’ll be there in a little over an hour.”
Reluctantly, he let go of you and settled back into the seat that didn’t quite fit all of him. You pulled the quilt over him a little and smiled at the faint blush over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
At the four-hour mark, you pulled into the driveway of a small two-bedroom house some lawyer had been dying to rent out. The place had character, certainly in need of a little love, but miles better than where you’d come from. It wasn’t entirely secluded either, unfortunately, but it had enough space to give you breathing room between your neighbors down the road. The big selling point was that it was partially furnished. Sure, you had managed to pay a couple of months in advance with rent and had enough to cover bills and groceries for one, but that didn’t mean you were well of enough to furnish the place.
With a content sigh, you exited the car, leaving the door open as to not startle Thomas, and began unloading as much as you could into the house without waking him.
He was a heavy sleeper, something you contributed to him never quite getting the rest he needed. You stifled your giggles at the roaring snores as you walked between the house and the car. It didn’t matter if you struggled with any of the boxes, you’d rather kick the bucket than disturb him out of any semblance of peace for the first time since you left.
So with the last of your few belongings piled in the living room, you made your way over to the passenger seat, opening it slowly as to not have him tumbling out.
You shook him gently, bringing one of your hands to brush his hair out of his face as he began to stir. “Tommy? Wake up, sweetheart. We’re here.”
His eyes fluttered open before he sat up a little quickly, reality crashing back down on him. He made a small grunt in panic before quickly easing again into your touch, although you could still tell how tense he was.
You had well over two years to prepare for this, poor Tommy would need time to adjust.
“Hey, I gotcha.” You smiled and gave him a tug which caused him to huff and give you a small mischievous smile. Rolling your eyes and dramatically groaning as you pretended to pull him out of the seat, you whined a little, “Argh— C’mon you gotta help me out a little!” Thomas let out a rumble, the closest thing to a chuckle he seemed to manage at the moment, and ducked as he exited the car. You grabbed his mask off the dash and offered it to him which he gratefully accepted.
It was endearing to see the way he clutched onto his mother’s quilt as he shuffled up to the house. You walked next to him after shutting the doors and trunk, keeping a hand on his back afterward as he surveyed the surroundings. It wasn’t hard to see the nervousness on his face when he caught sight of the houses that peeked through the trees. He looked to you for some sort of reassurance which you happily gave in the form of a gentle kiss to his shoulder and a small pat on his back.
“It’s okay. They’re all far away enough and I don’t think anyone is gonna bother us much.”
He turned to look at the car, then to the house, then back at you.
You shook your head. “I already moved everything. Didn’t wanna wake you.”
Thomas frowned a little and hummed in displeasure.
“Yeah yeah, you can scold me later, okay? ‘M tired and I’m willing to bet you are too. Let’s go look inside.”
He couldn’t disagree there, yawning a little as if to confirm your suspicions.
The hour or so spent getting settled was, well, odd. You were already well acclimated to your new home but Tommy seemed to be still accepting everything. While anyone could say you had become legendary at reading the man, you couldn’t begin to follow his train of thought right then. He’d gone from losing his mother to moving four hours across the state, more than he’d ever thought possible in this lifetime.
So you started small. Convincing him to leave the majority of unpacking for the morning and deciding to start job hunting in a couple of days as to not leave him alone first thing tomorrow morning.
You pulled out some lunch meat of the non-human variety you had stored in a cooler Hoyt had pulled out of some victim’s van, among other small condiments to make you both some sandwiches while Thomas went to enjoy a bath.
After making a small grocery list to attend to tomorrow, you left ‘dinner’, truthfully closer to breakfast at this hour, on small plates and went to join him. You both sorta fit in the small tub but neither of you minded the squeeze. Washing him off best you could while making a mental note to add extra-large towels to the list in hope of finding a cloth big enough to wrap around your lover comfortably.
Long after the water had run cold and you felt content with the number of kisses you showered him in, you both dried off and got dressed for bed. You ate in silence, for the most part, not wanting to unload all your plans for the upcoming days on him as his eyes drooped with every other bite. He was reclined a little too happily on the old couch with you situated in his lap. His free hand rubbed circles on your hip as you attempted to finish your own food before you passed out on him.
“Ready for bed there, sleepyhead?”
He nodded and smiled lazily with his cheeks full and a few breadcrumbs on his mouth.
You stood and waited for him to get to his feet before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom, shutting the door before climbing onto the bed with him.
Immediately, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him.
You allowed your body to move however he wished, curling yourself around his large frame as much as possible. It wasn’t uncommon for you to cradle him to the best of your ability at night. Normally, however, he felt the need to shield you from whatever nightmares he worried could steal you from him in his sleep.
Tonight was different though. Tonight Thomas needed to feel safe, to feel comforted and cared for and loved. He needed to know he wasn’t alone in these new surroundings.
So that’s what you did. You snaked your arms loosely around his neck as he pulled you higher to be slightly situated above him. He looked up to you, the moonlight from outside just barely catching the tears in his eyes, but before you could say anything he spoke quietly.
“I love you.”
Your lip trembled as you took in his confession. One you had only heard a handful of times. You kissed him softly, your lips moving together slowly and tiredly for a while. Despite wanting nothing more than to never have your lips leave his, you pulled back to whisper, needing him to hear you before sleep took you both.
I AM SO FLATTERED— TRULY YOU HAVE THE BEST REQUESTS SO THANK YOU SM FOR SENDING ONE IN!! EVERYONE CAN EXPECT SOME EXTRA PARTS OF DIFFERENT SCENARIOS BETWEEN THOMAS AND HIS S/O SETTLING IN
I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while so aaaaaaa
Sinclair brothers (or just one of em if you don't wanna do all three) with more of a soulmate AU? We'll go with the red string soulmate AU (pretend they wouldn't just snip it please wdkbddk) but their soulmate ends up being a guy/trans guy?
I have no idea if I already requested to you aaaaaa so sorry if I did already!!
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Bestie, I'm having horrid gender dysphoria rn so I needed this request to work on tonight 😭 thank you <3
To make it easier for my small brain. Only you and your soulmate can see your string. Not really sure if it's supposed to be that way or not, but figured I should clarify lmaoo
Sinclair Brothers Red String Soulmate AU (Discovering their S/O is a guy/Trans guy):
Bo Sinclair:
Bo had always wondered who his S/O was, how they acted. Were they stubborn? A model? Annoying? Did they share similar interests?
He would never admit that he thought of these things, though. If anyone ever asked he'd tell them, "if it weren't for ma and pops, I'd chop the string off and never worry about it again."
He never would though, honestly? The thought of having someone out there who potentially matched his crazy was the only thing keeping him going sometimes.
He would hope that you found him, knowing he couldn't leave his brothers to go galabanting for someone he didn't even know.
After some time he would lose hope. Keeping the string just in case, but he figured you didn't care. He assumed you found someone to be happy with, forgetting about poor Bo. Even if the two of you were soulmates.
He would flirt with the girls and even some of the guys that rolled through, but it was really just for the hell of it. Let off his sweet southern charm, but none of it mattered. They weren't you. They didn't have that stupid little fucking string around them.
He'd be even more upset if Lester and Vincent found their soulmates. Hating life to the point he lashed out on each victim, growing more violent. Feeling as empty inside as when his parents died. Nothing ever worked out for him.
The day you got closer was the day he felt nauseous. The string used to be loose, wavy, tangled around everything it seemed. But today? Oh boy, it was tight. Almost like if he tugged it hard enough he could pull you into his arms.
He was anxious that whole day. Palms and brow sweaty. Ordering his baby brother to drive around and look for any nearby folk. To lead them in town.
Lester obeyed like it was nothin' new. Not even thinking twice about it.
When he saw you his whole world froze up. The string, it led right to you! But.. you weren't a girl, like his parents always said you'd be.
He was feeling all sorts of emotions, shock, fear, anxiety, excitement, joy. It was almost too much. The way his throat tightened and his mouth dried up. He couldn't even even say anything to sweet talk you, he was in too much of shock.
You'd have to say something first to get him to stop basically staring into your soul.
"Hey..?" "Jesus Christ, you're here."
He'd be frustrated with how nervous he is, he wouldn't even care if you were a guy or not. Just glad that the person the world claimed was his other half was right there, in arms reach.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He wouldn't even know what to say or do, finally breaking a smile. "I always thought we'd never meet," "well, figured I ought to come find you before we died."
He would order his brothers to not even so much as touch you. Taking the rest of the day to get to know you, get on the basic level of things. His flirtatious, cocky attitude soon busting its way through him. Once he knew for a fact that this was really happening.
He'd feel happier than he ever has, really. He can finally flirt and mean it. Mean all the dirty, and even innocent remarks he makes towards you.
He would probably hide the fact he kills people from you, ease you into it. He would enjoy your company for a while before he told, though. Afraid you'd leave him and snip the line yourself if you found out.
You. His handsome babe. Who he could hold, kiss, talk to, anything. Maybe the world was finally changing for the better. Maybe it was worth waiting and not snipping the line.
If you did and you were okay with it, he would be grateful. If not, and you wanted to leave. Well, he'd understand, but he'd learn never to get attached again.
Vincent Sinclair:
Vincent was sure that he'd never actually meet you. He never wanted to leave Ambrose, this was his only safe place. His only home.
Plus he was a freak! Half of his face was corrupted. Bo was the pretty one, he was the hideous creature. He would always be the one unworthy of love.
He'd never dream of cutting the string, though. Even if sometimes he hoped you would. Too frightened to even think of what your reaction would be.
Would you laugh, stare in shock? Make fun and mock him? Cut the string and leave the instant you saw him? The thoughts he had scared the living hell out of him.
Lester and Bo would be there to reassure him.
"Hey, if ya got a string, someone's out there mean'ta be with ya. Looks or not, ya can't change faith, Vince." Bo would reassure him. Yeah, easy for him to say. People who weren't even his souldmate wanted him.
When the string seemed tighter than usual he didn't think much of it. Until he saw you standing in front of him. Panicking when he accidentally snuck up on you.
Your smile made him drop the supplies he was holding. The chuckle you let out was what he imagined true beauty sounded like.
"Oh jeez, ya scared me! Didn't mean to wander, just caught a glimpse and thought this museum seemed pretty neat,"
He would be in a complete panic. Hands beginning to shake as he stared at the string attached to you. Pointing when you seemed to not notice it much.
You look down, then back to him. Watching the man basically shiver in front of you. Panicking a bit yourself that it may be due to your appearance, or the fact you were obviously the same gender as him.
"Am I not what you expected?" He could hear the disappointment and sadness in your voice. The way you rubbed the back of your neck and looked down.
His eyes would widen, shaking his head 'no,' and his hands, frantically. He'd curse himself for his inability to speak, well.. More so his refusal. His facial structure made his voice so nasally and gross, he hated it so much.
He didn't really want to speak, but the worry and regret on your face made his stomach knot up. His heart beating quickly as he shuffled his feet. Hands fiddling with each other.
"No, you look nice." He would say, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes to the floor. Moving his hair to cover his mask more than before. Hoping you didn't notice. Hoping to God you didn't hate him.
His awkwardness and quiet voice coaxed you into feeling more relaxed. Thankful that you being a guy wasn't what seemed to have him all worked up. You could tell now it was something else, something more personal.
"You weren't expecting me now, were ya?" He'd shake his head 'no,' again. Hoping you'd take note that he wasn't too into talking.
"Me being a guy doesn't bother you?" He'd shake his head 'no,' again. Eyes flickering up to yours. Face tinting red at the mere fact that he was making eye contact with you. His stomach felt like a zoo of butterflies. Hoping you would forgive him for how awkward and nervous he was.
It would take him a long time to warm up to you, but he'd make an effort to get closer to you. You were his soulmate, after all. Your looks did intimidate him, though. You were just so God-Like to him. He couldn't help but draw you when he had the time.
His brothers would do the explaining. Filling you in that Vincent and Bo were conjoined twins, about his deformities and anxiety. Plus how he rarely talked due to the deformation of his face. Causing his voice to sound nasally and hoarse.
Vincent would be thankful that they explained it. Especially if you're understanding. Which you better be, or else he may shut down and not even try to get close to you. Feeling as if it'd be pointless in the end.
It'd take months before he removed his make for you, but when he did you'd know he felt more confident around you. Plus that he trusted you more, which after being around him for that long. You knew that meant a lot, and you cherished the moments where he trusted you enough for any of that.
Expect to find drawing of yourself in his work room, and for him to keep you away from him and his brothers murders. He can't risk you getting hurt, even if you wanna help.
Lester Sinclair:
He'd be a lot more like Vincent than Bo, just more of a sickly romantic. He'd fanboy about you any chance he got.
"I bet'cha they're the pretties’ thing out there," “Oh I bet’cha they’d jus’ love Jonesy!” “Do ya think they’d like truck rides ‘n’ bones?” “Bo’re you ev’n list’ning?”
Would definitely daydream about holding you. He’s so touch starved
Probably has his house set up so he has a spare room just for you. That way when you meet you have the choice of sleeping in your own room. Instead of having to feel as if you have to sleep in the same bed as him.
He’d probably talk to himself at night and pretend it was you listening. He’s weird like that.
Bo would make fun of his baby brother when he’d zone out. Claiming he has a ‘love sick gaze,’ and that he’s gunna ‘scare ‘em off with how in love ya’re.’
Lester would just shrug and smile with pinkened cheeks. He wouldn’t care, he loved the thought of you too much.
When the string got tight he’d get excited. Basically going out on a drive for people without even having to be told.
When he saw you walking down the road he nearly screamed out of excitement and raw joy.
“Hey, ya need a ride?” You’d stare for a moment, but then realize the string that he held between his fingers. Smiling over to you like an excited dog.
“Well, I can’t say no to a li’l’ hospitality from a fella such as yourself,” you’d have him in giggles, pure joy radiating from this man as you climbed in.
Lester couldn’t give two shits if you had no arms and legs, you were you. His soulmate, gender was just a concept to him. He would respect you, so long as you respected him. Plus, if anyone could love him when he was as weird and unattractive as he thought he was, that was a plus. He was just happy to have someone who cared.
He would be showing you off to his brothers ASAP. This is an important part of his life, 10/10 experience for him. He will most definitely be rambling to you the entire ride, too. Answering any questions you have, even if he is a bit shy with some. He’s just too happy.
“Oh we have to let’cha meet Jonesy now!” He’d exclaim, shooing you back to the truck to take you back to his home. Going on about his beloved fury companion. He just hopes you like dogs, or at least his dog. Lester would be sleeping in the doghouse with him if you didn’t allow him inside, even if you were his soulmate. Jonesy was there first. He was like his son, honestly.
He’d be absolutely ecstatic if you liked his dog. Smiling fondly when the two of you interacted. It’d be like a dream come true for him. Having to pinch himself to be sure it wasn’t another daydream.
He’d spend the whole week getting to know you more. Telling you everything about himself that you wanted to know. Spending as long as he could doing everything he ever wanted to do with you. Letting you do the same.
If you wanted to sleep in the room he had just for you, he couldn’t care less. He was just glad you chose to stay with him. Expect him to be up and waiting for you to wake up, though.
If and when you choose to lay with him, he will be shaking like a leaf. He’s not used to someone being in his bed, besides Jonesy. Let alone touching another person.
You’d have to ease him, let him know you wouldn’t break and you wanted touched. If you don’t, please tell him! He doesn’t wanna overstep boundaries on accident!
Would definitely love holding and being held by you, either would be fantastic and he would melt!
If you find out about his and his brothers hobbies and you’re okay with it, he’d let you tag along with him. Lure victims into town.
His hand is either holding yours, or on your thigh when you go with him, though. Even if it’s just the two of you, it’s just where his free hand will always be. You signed up for this, at this point.
You’re his, and he is yours. This is a mutual thing, so please, touch him back. He’ll smile like a big bafoon.
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Hello, sorry to ask from my ancient redirect blog.
I was wondering, if you’re alright to take requests, if I could get some soft Danny content with an nonbinary reader? (NSFW or SFW is perfectly fine, though I do have a preference for NSFW….) If soft isn’t in the cards, I am more than happy to take more “not soft” content.
Thanks and I look forward to seeing more of your work on my dash!
Yeah of course!! I haven't had many requests since I did them all so quickly 😭 so thanks for the request!! I did keep it mostly SFW though but I hope you like it!
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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen being 'soft' with a non-binary reader
Warnings: Sex, Danny being Danny, pretty much it??
Genre: SFW, Fluff, NSFW
THIS INCLUDES SEXUAL CONTENT SO BE WARNED
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×Danny being Danny doesn't really give a roundhouse fuck what you identify as. A hole is a hole to him.
×But other than in a sexual way, he's quite respectful about your identity.
×Will kill anyone who misgenders you or is rude to you. It's on the spot.
×Danny being soft is quite rare, he's used to being scary and mean.
×But he does have his soft moments every once in a while.
×He'll lay in your lap sometimes after a long day and just sorta stay there. Run your fingers through his hair play he loves it.
×He loves laying on top of you too. He'll nuzzle his face into your neck and wrap his arms around you.
×Danny, surprisingly, thinks about settling down with you a lot.
×It brings this strange fuzzy feeling into his chest imaging what it would be like to live a 'normal' life with you.
×He likes holding you in his lap while you watch TV or do something at a desk. Same goes for hugging you from behind when you're cooking or doing something standing up.
×It might surprise you, but Danny loves dancing with you.
×He's a huge fan of music and listens to all kinds.
×He'll wake up in the mornings sometimes and turn on some soft music so you can sway together in the living room.
×I am saying this with the image that he breaks into your home daily and sometimes falls asleep with you.
×He's just super comfy with you <3
×For more NSFW stuff
×Danny enjoys pressing your bodies as close as he can while he pumps into you, squeezing and touching you all over as if he's trying to memorize your body.
×Further into the relationship, he will stop if you tell him too.
×He's figured out that he can't live without you and does anything you want to make you stay.
×Really into body worship as well. Will treat you like royalty on kinder days.
×He's just so obsessed with you and completely enamored
Can I ask for Bubba Sawyer please with a male reader or trans masc reader?
What if like you ran away with him so he could start a new life with you? Just kinda packing up at midnight and taking a car you stole to run away from the bad life he was put in and start a new one with you.
Image if y'all live somewhere colder now 😭😭 Bubba in winter clothes mesmerized by the snow ekdhdkeldh
I just love him and wanna give him a better life 😔
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AHHHHH- you did send another but tbh dw about it. Send all the thoughts you have 🤭💕 your brain is absolutely sjdjjss IMMACULATE- This idea is so cute 😭😭 thank you sm for sending me it, honored tbh
Running away and starting a new life with Bubba Sawyer:
It wasn't a spur of a moment thing, this was planned. Grandpa and his brothers seemed to treat him worse now that he had you in his life. Claiming that you weren't "right." This wasn't about your gender change, but more so the fact that you were a man and Bubba was, too. That they weren't accepting of the fact that their sibling, or grandson was in relations with a man.
They would shun him for this, even yell. Make comments that upset you both. They didn't care if it hurt you two, they wanted you gone more than anything. You were ruining their 'normalcy.' Even if their life was anything but normal. So, you convinced Bubba he needed to get out of there. To run away with you, since he wouldn't let you leave by yourself.
You had been driving for what felt like hours. Taking one of the cars a victim left. Storing away some of their money, not a lot so it didn't look suspicious, but a bit from each victim. Enough to get out of that hellhole.
You looked over to Bubba, who was staring out the passenger side window. He looked scared, but also.. relieved? Maybe even a little excited, too. He had never left home before. He had never really been outside of his town even.
"You alrigh', lovie?" You asked, putting a hand over his own. The man looking down, then back to you with a nod and a small smile.
He wasn't wearing his regular mask anymore, you had made him one that wasn't out of human flesh. Wanting to forget about that life. Leave it in the dust, along with his family.
"We're almost there, promise." You smiled, squeezing his hand, which he squeezed back with a thrilled grin. His excitement showing, now. You wouldn't say where you guys were running to, but it was thrilling for him.
It took another day to finally get to the area you wanted to be. Moving halfway across the country to a friend's place. You had called, somehow remembering their number. Discovering they still lived in the same place you remembered last. "Yeah, of course you two can come crash here! Are you both alright?" She was concerned for you both. Which made you relieved.
The moment you both got there Bubba was in amazement. He hadn't understood why you used some of the money to get you both sweaters, but now it made sense! It was so cold outside. He could see his breath! This was mind blowing for him, was this even normal? He only ever saw this on really hot days. When they would open the deep freeze and a wave of fog would roll out.
It had you giggling at how he just stood there. Mezmerized by the clouds he was making from his breath. "Bubba, let's get inside, it's cold out." You commented. Kissing his cheek with a hum. Taking his hand to lead him inside the house.
He nodded, following you inside the house in awe. He'd never been to a house this- nice? It smelt clean. It didn't have the rotting stench of blood and meat. It didn't look dirty, or gross. It was bright and homey. The man smiling and practically vibrating as he stood in the doorway.
"Hey guys!" Your friend shouted with a grin. Running over to embrace you in a quick hug. Bubba smiling with a small wave. You had warned your friend about his mask, how he was insecure due to how his family treated him. She understood, it was more heartbreaking than anything.
"You must be Bubba, I've heard a lot about you," it made his stomach flutter at the thought of you talking about him to others. He nodded, waving shyly, again.
You were both able to shower and clean up that night. Laying in a freshly made. And comfortable bed. This was nice, new.
Morning came around and you woke up before Bubba. Sneaking into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Which left Bubba alone, cold. Stirring awake in a panic. You weren't by his side anymore, did you leave?
You heard him moving around, panicked noises leaving your lovers lips. Moving back into the room rather quickly.
"Bubba, it's okay! I'm right here," you spoke gently. Holding his face with care. The Goliath of a man looking up to you from his seat on the bed with worried eyes.
"Bubba, I'd never leave you," you pecked his nose with a grin. "Love you too much," he hummed at that. Wrapping his arms around you in a hug.
You had seen the snow falling out the window before you went to the bathroom. Smiling mischievously down at your lover. "Wanna go outside with me?" You asked, the brunette smiling with a nod. Of course he did, he wanted to do everything with you.
Your friend let you borrow some of their boyfriends jackets and hoodies. He wasn't home, but he didn't mind any. Understanding the situation enough to care. They weren't heavy, so you didn't plan to stay outside long, but you just wanted to see his reaction to the new weather.
It was almost instant. The moment the door opened his eyes got wide. The wind bit and nipped at the skin on his face. Taking your hand with a bit of worry. Was this normal?
You chuckled, tugging him forward. "C'mon, big guy! It won't hurt ya, promise. Look!" You encouraged him. Reaching down to pick up some of the snow.
It was amazing, really. The white that now surrounded everything around you two. The way it crunched under his shoes. Giggling as he reached down to pick it up. It was so cold, and it melted! Oh it was a new feeling for sure, it was like if ice and sand were mushed together.
"What do you think?" You asked, taking his hand in yours again. "Wanna make a snow angel with me?" He nodded once, twice. He wasn't sure what a snow angel was, but it sounded fun.
You laid down, motioning for him to do the same. Then you started moving your arms and legs. Bubba doing the same with you. Bathing of you laughing like a couple of idiots. Sitting up and standing, you helped pull him up. Showing him what the two of you created.
He was so happy, he'd never felt more free. This was so fun, so relieving that he could do such domestic things without the fear of a victim or his family ruining it for him.
"Now c'mon, Bubba, let's go back in before we catch a cold." As much as he loved this new feeling of the snow. He wasn't too entirely fond of the feeling of the cold.
