#doomhead x male reader

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Requests Rules <3

Hey everyone, I want to get back into writing fanfiction and stuff like that! So here are my request rules and other important things to know! (I used to only write on Wattpad so I'm new to using Tumblr pls be nice <3)

Requests: open

Will do

Hurt x comfort

Fluff

Head cannons

Sometimes mentions of abuse, kidnapping, murder or sh (there will be trigger warnings)

Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

Parent reader

x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

Some kinks I’m just not gonna do so if I don’t respond to a NSFW request that’s why (not shaming or anything tho)

Reader being a murder or in anyway killing on purpose or for fun

Characters I will write for

Halloween: RZ Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

Amusement: The Laugh

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer(platonic only),Thomas Hewitt, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Vilmer Sawyer

Scream: Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Amber Freeman, Sydney

Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

House Of Wax: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

House Of 1,000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

American Psycho: Patrick Bateman

Child's Play: Tiffany Valentine

The Black Phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

The Collector: Arkin

Silent Hilld/DBD: Pyramid Head

Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

Grave Enconters: Lance Preston, Alex Wright

The Dare: Credence, Dominic

31: Doomhead

Longlegs: Dale Kobble, Lee Harker

Trap: Cooper Adams

CREEP: Josef

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT IF YOU ARE

Homophobic

Fatphobic

Transphobic

A minor

Racist

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youre so real for the doomhead post because i am too SO, how about some doomhead x male reader hcs or fic, whatever youd prefer, where doomhead meets the reader for the first time in 31 and all of a sudden has a change of heart, he cant kill you because something inside him wont let him🙏 ive been thinking about this all day 😭

Oh I love this so much. So this is another thing about like the interesting idea of sparing someone that isn't often explored but when it is I love seeing it in movies. I'm obsessed with this old man. I like just he's so like just idk man. He's so hot. I also love your new pfp it's so funny to me. Anyway I know this is short but I hope it doesn't suck too much.

Doomhead sparing a male reader in 31

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, strong language

I feel like your friends would already be dead by the time he gets to you. I feel like since you're the last person he'd have a dramatic ass entrance like he had with Venesus death reveal.

He'd go on this long ramble about whatever and the longer he looks at you the more he can't help but question if he really should kill you. He'll push that to the back of his head but it keeps coming back the closer he gets to you.

He'd come up with some excuse for you to go run and hide to make it more fun for him or something. But he really needs time to think over why the hell he doesn't want to kill you.

By the time he does find you I feel like he's gonna try to draw it out for as long as he can to try and like make it look like he wanted to kill you but he just ran out of time.

He'll also probably say something about how attractive you are while going on another kinda long rant. He might whisper an apology to you before he punches you to the ground so he can buy you more time to be able to save you.

To really seal the deal he'll wrap his hands around your throat and tell you to pretend to choke to sell it. He's accepted that he doesn't want you to die and he's going to do everything he can do to help you stay alive.

Once 31 is actually over he'll find a way to bring you back home with him. Which may or may not involve forcing you into his van. He'll make some excuse about finishing you off or whatever but he's really just gonna take you back to his house and keep you there with him.

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Halloween slasher event: Doing skeleton makeup with Doomhead

I orignaly was gonna do Billy Lenz but it was easier to write this for Doomhead and I liked it better. Anyway this is being written on September 10th so I don't know how my last fic did but I hope it went well. Reader is gn and I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Strong language

"Ok shut your eyes." You tell your boyfriend. He does as you say and shuts his eyes. You dip a brush into black face paint and begin to apply it onto his eye lids. The two of you are doing skeleton makeup on Halloweve since he has to work tomorrow. You know he gets paid a shit ton of money and his job is dangerous but you're not sure you want to know more.

There's no real reason to do this. You're not going anywhere tonight. You're just having a little Halloween fun. You rub the makeup around his eyes too. You switch out for a smaller brush and dip back into the face paint, "You can open your eyes now." You say as you start to draw on his nose.

He opens them and smiles, "Do I look good sweetheart?" He asks. You nod.

"You look so great I just have to do your nose then you can do mine," Your hand moves to hold his jaw while you go over his nose in black. You've done face paint at a lot of events before because it's your side job to get extra cash, not that you need it now but it's still nice to have. Doomhead moves his hand over yours and you smile, "Do you want me to move it?" You ask moving onto the right side of his nose.

"Not at all. I like feeling your hands on me. Just like James Joyce said 'Touch me. Touch me soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. Sad too. Touch, touch me.' I want you to remember that."

"I will I will, don't you worry honey," You finish up on his nose and set the brush down. You grab a mirror and hand it to him "Alright I'm done," You say as he takes the mirror. He smiles as he looks at his reflection.

"It's great darling. Thank you," You smile back at him and he sets down the mirror, "Now it's my turn to doll you up," He grabs the brush with the white face paint on it and gathers more pigment. He softly drags it along your cheek first before beginning to blend it out, " I'm gonna have to put on a few coats of this. You're not nearly as pale as me."

"I know I know," You look into his eyes and he looks back at you, "Just take your time, I'm sure you'll be great."

"This kind of reminds me of Halloween when I was 11 years old," He says swiping on some more face paint, "I had finally convinced my parents to let me go around on my own for trick or treating. I went out for a real long time, I got lots of candy, and I was a skeleton," He finishes the first layer and dips in for a second one, "Now the issue came when a few older boys tried to steal my candy from me. I wasn't a big bad kid at that age but I remember that was the first fight I won. My eye was bruised and my lip busted and it took a good few weeks to heal but I still won, and I got to keep my candy." He laughs a little and you do too.

"I've never really fought before. But something like that happened with me. I was eight or something out with an older kid who was like 12. She was always nice to me. So some older kid tried to steal my candy and she kicked his ass," He raises a brow at this, "I got my candy back and he never bothered me again."

He nods his head, “Well you better know how to fight now. Just in case,” He sets down the brush and grabs the other one, dipping in the black face paint, “close your eyes darling.” You shut your eyes and soon you feel the face paint being traced around your eyes.

“Well I haven’t fought anyone yet. And I don’t plan on it,” You feel him outline then fill in the circles around your eyes, “I know you’ll keep me safe though.” He pulls the brush away before painting over your right eye.

“I will sweetheart. Now I can’t say I’ll be good at doing this for ya.”

“Oh shut up you’ll be fine,” He pulls the brush away and you open your eyes. You watch as he picks up the smaller brush and starts to paint your nose, “Worst comes to worst is my makeup looks a little weird. We don’t put lead in makeup anymore ya know?” He chuckles and you feel him begin to fill in one section.

"I know Y/n. I'm glad too I don't wanna be losing ya any time soon," He dips back into the paint and starts to fill in the other section. "But to quote Albert Camus 'If you must die, I'll envy even the earth that wraps your body'." Your smile grows and you can feel your face heat slightly.

"You're just, I don't even know sometimes. I love you Doomhead."

"I love you too Y/n," He dips into the paint again, "Now you're gonna have to keep a straight face while I do your mouth," You nod and he gently grabs your chin before he starts to draw on the long horizontal line across your face, "Now this is where I might screw up," He says as he starts to draw the vertical lines for the teeth, "I'm not the best at this face painting stuff as you know," He pulls the brush away before continuing, "But I'll take any excuse to be this close to your face honey. " Doomhead continues in silence, but you can hear him talking quietly to himself like he often does. After a few minutes he sets the brush down and picks up the mirror. He hands it off to you and you get a good look at your makeup.

It looks really good. Your smile returns and you look back to your boyfriend, who you're now matching with, "It's perfect. Thank you baby."

"Of course Darling."

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Hitch hiking: Doomhead x male reader

So Doomhead is the current character in my washing machine of brain rot and I thought I would write a little something about him right now. Idk how I got this idea I just was kinda thinking about the ending of 31 and the scene when they pick up Nubbins in Texas chainsaw and I got this. I know he isn't like the most popular slasher but hey it's my brain rot and I can write fics about him if I want to.

Warnings: reader smoking, strong language, drug mentions

You don't know what state you're in at this point. You've been walking for so long you can hardly remember anything. You remember getting dropped off at a gas station last night and spending some money on a cheap room before waking up today and walking to wherever you are now. You started in upper California a few days ago and you've been bumming rides since. You overheard that today is Halloween. Sweet memories of getting dressed up and going trick or treating flow through your head as you try to make it as far away as you can from your now ex who kicked you out. Good ridence too. They were always an asshole. Ruined every Halloween you two spent together.

You turn around when you hear the distant sound of a car running. You see a green van make its way down the road and you hold out your thumb, praying to get a ride and escape this damn heat. Thankfully for you whoever's in the car stops and you walk over to the passenger door with the window rolled down. You find a man who looks to be somewhere in his late 40's looking back at you. Despite how dirty he looks you can't help but feel a little charmed by him.

"Ya need a ride darling?" He asks. You nod.

"I'd really appriciate one."

"Well get in then. I don't mind." You smile and open the door. You fling your bag at your feet and shut the door and the man goes back to driving.

"Do you know where we are by chance?" You ask opening your bag and looking for your pack of cigarettes.

"We're in California. Southern California specifically. What're you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" He asks. You open your pack and pull out a cigarette.

"I'm trying to get as far away from California as I can," You dig through your bag trying to find your lighter, "You can drop me off in the nearest town or whatever town is closest to where you're going," You wipe sweat from your forehead and push away clothes and other belongings you brought with you, "Shit man can I borrow a light?" You ask sitting back up and pushing your hair out of your face.

"Of course," He digs into his pocket and pulls out a zippo lighter. You take it and light your smoke, "I prefer to smoke cigars myself. I find smoking from a pipe would make me look pretenious and cigarettes don't last nearly long enough for me. Of course I don't smoke nearly as much as I did before. However I still find the need to smoke something every once and awhile." You nod as you blow smoke out the window.

"Have you tried grass? I know someone up north who makes real quality shit." He lets out a quiet laugh.

"I'm not one of them hippie, peace lovers. I don't think you'd be one either by the looks of you." You take another puff and shake your head.

"I'm not a hippie at all. I just found that smoking grass a little here and there helped me through some shit," You shift in your seat as some unpleasent memories come back to you, "You have any plans for Halloween?" You ask.

"Well I finally got off work this year. Been too damn long since I've had Halloween off," You nod and he looks over at you, "What's your name darling?"

"Y/n. What's your name?"

"Well people call me Doomhead," You look over at the man with slightly widened eyes and a curious smile, "Now I don't call myself Doomhead but well a names a name. I like the ring of it too, sounds nice when people call me that. And Y/n," He looks over at you too, a smile on his face, "Y/n is a real nice name to say."

"I like Doomhead too. It's really something else ya know?" You take another puff, "So Doomhead how'd you get that name?" He chuckles a little.

"I got it from some old friends of mine. Real nice people too," You nod and look out your window, "Ya know I wouldn't mind if ya stuck around with me for awhile. I've got plenty of room back home if ya need a place to stay for awhile." You look back to him with a smile.

"I'd like that. Thank you Doomhead."

"No problem at all sweetheart."