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msookyspooky · 9 months

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Ayo,, I don’t know if you’ve done this yet but the Hooker Clan with a chonky s/o???

Idk it just makes me smile and twirl my hair and shit.

God Sidney this is late as hell but I need more Sev and the gang in my life 🖤

I'm doing everyone but Homer I know that's not fair to him in reality but he's physically 12. So, there's only platonic with him and he would not care at all considering he hates his child form and would be grateful for a companion no matter what.

Hooker's w a Chubby S/O

Jesse Hooker

- This man is old as dust. He comes from an era where beauty standards were drastically different than they are in more modern society. In fact, he probably doesn't CARE about them. Who gives a fuck what some magazine says? He's seen decades of drastic beauty changes and his gaze is no longer human. He wears what he wants no matter how outdated and he loves what he wants no matter what a magazine from the 80's-20's might say.

- He wouldn't bring up your body type whether thin or fat or muscular or chubby unless you do. Not because he's avoiding it. He truly does not care. Like, to him, you having a bit of love handles or a belly is just a part of you like a freckle or a strand of hair or your freaking arms.

- If you ever are down about your body image for any reason; THAT is when he's telling you 'C'mere darlin'." And pulling you into his lap. He doesn't sugar coat anything because he feels that's insulting your intelligence and that you'll value honesty like he does. He'd be the type to openly tell you 'Yes, you have fat and yer a bit more plump in places but that ain't news. It's a part of you but there's worse things in this world than a bit of extra somethin to grab onto. I'll take all of you I can get." In that calm gravely voice while holding you close and trailing tender kisses on your shoulder and neck.

- He's a very relaxed partner while still being dominant in a caring way...And that's because in private he can let his guard down and be very soft with you. He loves using your soft belly as a pillow when you both sleep during the day. Enjoys running his hands over your sides absent-mindedly. Just loves being in your embrace.

Caleb

- He may be flustered and hesitant by you because you're attractive to him but he's never been with a chubbier person before on account of how his hick friends would've acted. He's not repulsed at all! More along the lines of you're something entirely new to him.

- Anyone says anything about your body and he's punching them. Severen would probably help for the helluva it.

- His Daddy taught him to never bring up a persons weight, especially a woman's if you are one and by God he sticks to that. Even if you tell him it's fine he refuses, terrified he'll offend you even if he's complimenting your body so expect vague polite borderline shy compliments at first.

- Once you're a couple he can't get enough. Loves to hold onto you or lift you up and wrap your thick thighs around him.

- He definitely tickles you all the time as an excuse to feel how soft you are under his hands

- Wear something tight and he's smitten. Has a goofy grin on his face and looks like he falls in love with you over and over again.

- If you're ever feeling insecure in an outfit he automatically wants you to wear it! Just so he can admire you in it.

Mae

- Mae grew up with the same standards as Caleb but she's always been a more insightful girl that branched off from what society thought. She's a hopeless romantic that would love every inch of your body.

- She doesn't hide her feelings for you and like Jesse she just views your body as a part of you. She doesn't hyper focus on it but will compliment you more than Jesse might. She romanticized your body type instantly, comparing you to Greek sculptures she saw in art class and smiling fondly at you while she describes you.

- Thinks your cute and your chubbiness has her undead heart warming a bit when she sees you wear something dainty.

- Expect her to hug you randomly or to snuggle up to you when you both sleep. She says you're the best teddy bear she's ever had.

- Gets upset with you if you ever feel insecure because she loves your body! She'd just cuddle you in bed and kiss every part of you you don't like. She thinks your stretch marks are like lightning and your cellulite is so soft to touch and that she loves you and will tell you till you love yourself even a smidgen as much as she does.

Diamondback

- She loves your body! She uses terms like 'voluptuous' or 'husky' or 'curvy' to describe you depending on your gender as well as where you gain it but you could gain it all in your belly and she'd still love all of you

- She's busty herself and would encourage you to wear revealing outfits and to show some skin. She's a bit jealous but it's a double edged sword because she loves seeing your body and you comfortable in it but gets possessive if someone oggles you...It's just an excuse to love all over you when you both settle in for the night and show you you are hers only.

- Loves kneading your hips or caressing your thick thighs. She's the type to pull you close and tell you how breathtaking you are just because she can.

- If you ever get self concious she'll remind you how much she adores you and that if she can love every inch of you in abundance than what else matters? You have a woman in love with every inch of you standing right here waiting for a kiss and your embrace, dear.

Severen

- Like Jesse he's old as fuck and came from an era where even though women wore bustles and corsets; they were also rather full figured under it in a lot of cases and even in cases of more petite women back then the beauty standards were just different. He grew up loving all bodies as long as they were pretty/handsome to him.

- He LOVES your body. He saw you and instantly wanted to follow you and flirt with you like a lost puppy or a boy with a crush; bless this newer generation that didn't hide all that under layers and layers and corsets! If you're not female presenting then he is still in love because he's a sturdy guy that can get a bit of softness in his belly as well. Nothing but love from him.

- Now fair warning, he's brash and rude. He called Jesse an old saddlebag, Homer lil boner or lil buddy knowing how Homer feels about his childlike state and had endless insults for Caleb in the movie. So it's not saying he may not poke fun at you by calling you his 'chubby bunny' or patting your belly or something and if you're not comfortable with it you better be upfront because he doesn't mean it maliciously; he just likes to bully a bit out of love but if he EVER saw he hurt your feelings he'd be the first one begging forgiveness and apologizing.

- He is so damn handsy with you. Don't like him gripping your love handles? Too bad, they fit his fingers perfectly. Feel insecure of him grabbing onto your belly or arm fat or thighs while cuddling? Welp, he's gonna do it till its second nature to you. Trying to hide your double chin? Nope. He won't let you. Good luck telling this in your space, touchy, impulsive, passionate, crude man you only want him to touch 'none chubby' areas ever. Like hell!

- Lifts you up constantly and purposely makes you feel small no matter how tall or wide you are. It's just his dominant presence and how he treats you.

- He loves to cuddle into your thighs or belly when you're laying down. Kissing and nibbling every chance he gets. Your thighs make great pillows.

- If you wear something revealing or tight this man is practically like those cartoon wolves that are whistling with their eyes bulging out. Expect to have your hips grabbed or ass smacked the entire night.

- If you're ever insecure about your body he's dumbfounded and even annoyed. Whaddya mean?! He's pulling you in his lap or in front of a mirror and telling you every body part he loves while caressing and kissing you and telling you in a dominant tone how silly you're being. You're the love of his life, you're not walking around here feeling ashamed of your body. No sir, not around him!

- Like Caleb he loves your thighs around him and if he's kissing your soft sides or belly and finds out you're ticklish? Game over; he will do it constantly now.

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savagecowboy · 3 months

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Severen leaned back as Jesse reached a hand out toward his face. “What are you doing?” He asked skeptically, still in the process of coming to terms with this man’s story, regardless of his passing acceptance of the “gift” he offered. “I gotta nip ya to turn you”. Severen cocked a brow with a wry grin. “Sure looks like you tryin’a kiss me”. Jesse sighed heavily, a shred of doubt taking to seed in his mind, a thought-- that would come forward in the future every so often-- that in choosing this man as his partner he would have a hidden price to pay; one that would require patience.

“I mean, you could at least pour me a drink, roll me a smoke or somethin’ first”. Severen chuckles, turning what had been a moment of solemnity between them into something more comical. There is a mischievousness shining clear on his face, this Jesse's first inkling into the true nature of the man he knew only by his moniker. Even after a tale of the supernatural made real, the scoundrel was out to saw. Jesse's jaw tightened at the insulting miscomprehension; his story of transformation twisted by farce.

“Hells bells, I thought you was comin’ on a little strong complimentin’ me about the ruckus over in Ponyville an’ all that. What kinda accord you tryin'a strike?” It is the bandit’s turn to lean in toward his fireside companion who holds his ground admirably for how irritable he seems at present. “You lonely on them ships?” Severen asks pointing to a singed and worn patch on Jesse’s coat indicating his military service. “I been lonely a spell so I get it, ya did’n have to stretch a blanket for some hogamundy on my account”. Jesse has had enough of his mockery, the jest directed at both his misguided service-- which led to his untimely fate-- a step too far. Snatching the laughing man by the throat, he half crushes his windpipe, fingers bruising into the skin roughened from hard living. Though potentially fatal, the act does not falter the smile on the cowboy's face a single shade. “Lissen", Jesse tells him pointedly, "I'm fixin’a hobble yer lip you don’t do it yerself, you lunk-headed wise ass".

“No need to get ringy” Severen choked out around the thin, skeletal fingers, capable of feeling the strength in them, “I wasn’t sayin’ no”. Even while he acted impish, he comprehended that this was not even a quarter of the force that lay within the grip that constrained him. There was burgeoning evidence that what he had assumed was some roving old coot, was indeed the invulnerable creature he was claiming to be. It was obvious to Jesse that threats were not the way to pervade the indolence Severen surrounded himself with. He took an audible inhale, exhaling slow, calming the quick anger that had risen up in him. He reckoned it was best to cut to the heart of the matter. “I didn’t come here to flap my gums tellin’ windies. I came to find a man I could ride the river with”, Jesse's tone was firm, expression fierce, patience near its end. “I didn’ spend all this time trackin’ your fool ass down, offerin’ you the shake of a lifetime to be run on. This is for real play, you gonna saddle up with me, or am I dustin’ off?” Severen's next answer would be the final word; fate decided in his next breath.

Blue eyes meet silver, the levity fades from the former, a sincere edge replacing the glimmering mirth. It is in this moment that he can see the predator within Jesse, knows there is something more just under the outward facade of man; true belief coming alive witnessing this preternatural visage. The desire to have such a strength, such a presence himself overrode any errant skepticism. Reaching up, he taps the back of Jesse's boney hand. Slowly, he is released from the choke, lungs desperate to breathe deep, yet he stays controlled, one quiet, mild cough, still staring at the other man as his understanding dawns. Jesse watches vigilantly, never breaking his unblinking gaze.

Before, Severen had said 'yes' without conviction, as one might an offering of a free meal. In light of Jesse’s display, his earnest speech, he has a renewed intrigue; a vigor sparked to life-- one only equalled by that of letting loose with his six shooters, gunning down men, leaving nothing but blood and ghosts. This, at last, was the man Jesse had been trying to recruit; not the jokester that he had been presented. The man that sat across from him now was the one they called Reaper. It might be an unfortunate fate that a killer so useful had such a frustrating personality underlying his more desirable aspects; time would tell if his use superseded his annoyance. Jesse would be sure to put the undisciplined cretin to the test.

"I'm your man" Severen answered, voice firm, unwavering. With that Jesse moved in, quickly grabbing Severen’s shoulder with one hand and pushing his chin up with the other, biting hard into the man’s neck right above his collar. Reflexively, the cowboy winced, grunting at the feeling of teeth— blunt— puncturing his skin. There was a pause, Jesse tempted to pull the fierce vitality within the brutalist into himself, but resisted, just barely. Sitting back, he released Severen and stared, hungrily, in as much anticipation as his victim; this would be the first time he could bear witness to what he had experienced himself. Idly, Severen wiped his hand over the place he had been attacked, feeling the wet blood gathered there, wondering how long he would have to wait to know if he had just spent these last few hours with a delusional drifter, or if had been accepted to be a roving creature of the night. They sat silent, neither one entirely sure what came next. Jesse reached into an inner pocket and pulled out a small tin. Opening the lid there was gathered inside a small pouch, along with a thin stack of rolling papers, and a few loose matches. He began to roll himself a smoke. Severen watched, incredulous, foot beginning to tap in impatience as he stared at the red smear across his fingers. The question “how long" rose and faded from forming on his tongue. Tapping his thumbs in agitation, Severen watched the stranger he had just signed on with diligently fold tobacco into the crease of paper. Lithe fingers precisely rolled it ever tighter before holding the newly formed cigarette to his thin lips, a pale tongue darting out to wet down the paper forming a seal. Time felt like it slowed, volume of the world steadily rising. He thought he could hear ( feel ) the scrap of the paper himself, the dry crinkle booming in his ears as the dampened edge was pressed into place. The jostling of the matchsticks made him flinch, the scratch and spark of the flame both captivating and frightening with their intensity. Suddenly, Severen felt his body cramp. Doubling over he clutched at his stomach, his heart, an overwhelming sickness invading every vein, pore, the whole of him inside and out. A cold sweat broke out on his skin, ropey saliva gathering in his mouth, drooling over his lips as he gaped like a drunk late into a bender.

"Jhhheeesss…" he moaned, sliding from his seat on the log by their dwindling campfire into the dirt, the impact, although light, sent stars into his vision. "You'll live yet", Jesse replied over the baleful sounds of his compatriot, dragging long and deep on his smoke, enjoying the richly flavored tobacco. Severen tried not to move, the faintest motion sending him spiraling into an all encompassing nausea. Even so, his body desperately wanted to flail, kick out, a burst of intense energy feeling coiled up like a spring alongside the guttural pain that consumed him. He tried to spit, but found his mouth parched where once moisture flowed in abundance, tried to shut his eyes, but even behind closed lids he was plagued with bright colors that only seemed to amplify the crescendoing chorus of noise crashing down around him.

All at once, centuries, minutes, years after it all began, it vanished, leaving him in a void. Now he was completely hollow, all except for the illness still rocking his internals as if he were a storm tossed dingy. Gradually, a clarity came, a dim-- but growing-- feeling that anchored itself somewhere in the vicinity of his stomach. It was from here that the pain was focused. Severen tried to swallow, found it hard, but possible. "Jesse?" He asked without moving his eyes, worried that any action might restart the episode.

"Ya, it's pretty bad, wa'n't sure if it would happen the same, s'ppose I coulda warned ya". The cutting glance-- along with a dry smirk-- spoke to this being a form of petty vengeance aimed toward the jug-headed gunslinger. Finally, the newly altered man felt somewhat capable of upward motion. Gently he placed his palms into the gritty dirt, shakily lifting himself to sitting, head reeling as he brought himself upright. There was something new intermingled with his chaotically perceptive senses now, something that he could not identify. His body felt drawn to it, something it wanted of him, demanded, although he could not quite place this fresh drive--need. Jesse caught on to Severen's drawn expression, wane, pallid face as readable as trace to a tracker for him. "Hunger got you roped already" he chuckled, watching Severen come to terms with the ever present urge taking hold of him. "Still feelin' bushed?" Jesse took another drag and rose, putting a hand out to help Severen to his feet. The man below was still trying to comprehend what was nagging at him, did not see the assistance offered until Jesse wiggled his fingers in front of his face. Back on his boots, Severen wavered, steadying himself with a wave of his arms. A cool evening breeze brushed over his skin, prickling the hairs, not because of the frigidity of temperature-- he was unaware of that in the slightest-- it was the sensation of movement that sent an ecstatic ripple over his exposed skin; like a snake sensing a mouse scurry by. He had an entirely new understanding of the world around him.

That was when he understood what it meant to be a hunter. Once indigo eyes now darkened to black with the expansion of his dilated pupils, the night coming alive in grayscale. He turned his vision toward the not too distant glow of the main campfire he had left. The four bodies of his compadres were gathered round it still. They were barely moving, probably drunk, confirmed as such as they slowly passed a bottle between one another. The smell of living man engaged an instinct born of the bite.

"Hungry" Severen stated, the word his final separation from man to beast. "Go on" the master permitted his fledgling.

As if he had been taught by the very night predators that stalked the plains around them, Severen crept up to his former accomplices, ready to beset himself upon them. Not a man amongst the party was prepared for the fate soon to befall them. With a viciousness born of desperate demand, Severen tore into the first, emerging silently from the dark. His unskilled desperation made a mess of things as he ripped at the struggling man's throat with his teeth. He barely felt the man scratch and punch at him, too eager to feel the hot blood pumping just below the skin wash over his tongue-- and when it did at long last, he knew what true pleasure was. Severen moaned as the faintest trickle brushed over his lips, fiending for more, overcome with this one impulse-- to feed.

There was no calculation, no thought toward his actions, he chewed, he tore, pulling, biting anything to deepen the flow. He drank in long gulps, each swallow strengthening him. The hammering of the man's heart filled his ears, throbbing in his head until it quieted, slowly, as each drag at the worried tear in the dying man's neck became less filling. All this happened in a matter of moments, none of those gathered quite comprehending what their leader was doing to Charlie, the booze and unfortunate trust in the man called Reaper making it hard to understand the danger they were in staying in his presence. Mouth bloodied, still yearning, Severen let go of the body, facing the others with a wildness he had never felt even at his most adrenaline fueled.

"Boss?" One asked, blearily squinting at him, trying to piece together what it was that was setting off a warning in his mind. "You done talkin' to that feller?" "Done talkin'" Severen answered, and he was.

He knew that just one man was not enough. Felt not a single regret in feeding the urge clawing from within, happy to capitulate to his base desire; but in order to do so he could not be as sloppy as before. Even though they would have been no match for him previous-- even less so now-- Severen knew it would be best to lessen their chance for escape. Quick as a flash, he drew his revolver, fanning the hammer, taking out the three remaining men at the knees. Yelps and screams echoed into the night as he moved to them one by one, feasting upon them as a man starved; having never known his fill. Pitifully, they put up what resistance they could, there was no staving off the savage brute. With cold indifference he tore into them, drinking them bone dry until none remained.

“Right rumbumptious” Jesse commented looking around at the carnage with a certain appreciation, “Guess they won’t be hearin’ the passin’ bell”. There was an honest delight on the older creature's face as he surveyed the damage done; this was what he had hoped for. Severen looked up at his maker with glazed eyes, blood drunk to the fullest.

“You chock-a-block boy?” Jesse asked, the last nub of his cigarette tossed into the sodden earth. Severen managed a groggy chuckle, stumbling to his feet, face caked in fresh gore, shirt a ruin of dark stains.

“This…forever?” “Month of Sundays” Jesse shrugged. Severen stumbled toward the man, clapping a sticky hand on his shoulder. “Wake snakes an’ barkin’ iron?” Jesse theatrically held his right palm up. “Honor Bright”. A large, enthusiastic smile split the visage of crimson with pink-stained teeth. He thrust his own soiled hand toward Jesse, eager to seal his allegiance.

“Let’s paint the town red!” They shook with vigor, each with vivacious, expulsatory joy at the chaos to come, a long life of misdeeds and merriment awaiting the devilish pair.

#near dark #near dark fanfic #severen van sickle #jesse hooker #✘ ONE SHOT.

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