🎃 "Home Is Where the Heart Stops" — [NSFW – Male!Reader x Michael Myers | Super Spicy | 18+] Part 2 -> Part 1
You thought he was done with you.
You were wrong.
You were still catching your breath, legs shaking, pants around your ankles, sweat slick on your back. Michael hadn't said a word since he'd finished inside you, but he hadn’t left either.
Instead, he just stood there, staring at you with that unreadable intensity. Like he was waiting. Watching how your body trembled against the wall he’d just bent you over like you were his property.
And then he stepped forward again.
“No—wait, I—I need a second—” you barely got the words out before he was on you, gripping your jaw, dragging your mouth to his in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
You whimpered into it.
He didn’t care.
His hands were back on you — one in your hair, the other sliding between your thighs to grope you roughly, feeling how sensitive you still were. You cried out, biting your lip hard, but he only growled in response — low, primal, hungry. Like your pain was a reward.
He manhandled you like a doll, dragging you by the wrist toward the bed. The frame creaked as he shoved you down onto it chest-first, and in seconds he was tearing open your shirt — buttons flying.
You barely had time to breathe before he was back between your legs.
“Michael—fuck, fuck, please—” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore.
Mercy? More?
Did it matter?
He didn’t prep this time.
He just spit into his hand again, grabbed his already-hard cock, and shoved back in. Your whole body jerked forward with the force of it, your arms trembling as you tried to hold yourself up.
“FUCK—”
He set a brutal pace immediately. No warm-up. Just punishing thrusts that shook the whole bed, his hips slapping against your ass, your skin stinging from the impact. He growled above you, one hand gripping your waist so hard you knew it’d leave bruises.
Then the other hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back.
“Mine,” he snarled again, voice deeper, rougher, like it was being dragged out of the grave.
You moaned for him. Desperate. Raw.
“Yours—yours, I’m—fuck, Michael, I’m yours—”
That snapped something in him.
He bit your shoulder — teeth digging into your skin hard enough to mark — and thrust deeper, deeper, until you were clawing at the sheets, your cock dripping onto the bed without a single touch.
You didn’t even need to stroke yourself. You were already so wrecked you could barely see straight.
He didn’t stop.
He flipped you over, slammed your legs up over his shoulders, and fucked you with so much force the headboard cracked against the wall. Sweat ran down his chest. His face was flushed now, eyes wild.
And when you came again — crying out, body locking up, mind gone — he didn’t stop.
He fucked you through your orgasm. Kept going until you were begging, shaking, overstimulated to the point of tears.
Only then did he slow.
He buried himself deep, one last time, and came with a loud groan, head thrown back, throat tight.
You felt him pulse inside you again.
He stayed like that — chest heaving, staring down at you.
Your thighs were twitching. Your throat was raw. And yet…
You didn’t want him to leave.
“…You gonna kill me now?” you rasped, voice hoarse.
Michael leaned down.
Pressed his lips to yours.
Slow. Gentle. A kiss with no violence behind it.
He pulled back just enough to whisper for the first time, voice like gravel:
Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Male!reader x Micheal Myers (Halloween) oneshot where yn decides to flip the old Myers house. After a few months of work, Halloween rolls around and the old Micheal Myers goes to his old house. Gay ensue.
If not, thank you for your time!
Have a great day!
Hi yeah sure! Sorry this is so late🥲 I am so embarrassed about me being this late with yall's requests.
🎃 "Home Is Where the Heart Stops" — [NSFW – Male!Reader x Michael Myers | Super Spicy | 18+] Part 1 -> Part 2
The Myers house had been abandoned for years. The town whispered about it like it was alive—cursed, haunted, evil. That kind of talk only made it cheaper. You didn’t believe in curses, just in hard work and opportunity. So when you bought the rotting house on Lampkin Lane with the plan to flip it, people called you crazy.
Maybe you were. But crazy people get sh*t done.
For months, you poured blood, sweat, and too many late nights into it. The walls were gutted, the rot replaced, the original fixtures restored wherever possible. You even kept the staircase railing—the one Michael Myers had probably touched the night he killed his sister.
The irony wasn't lost on you. You figured if ghosts were real, at least you'd have some company.
Halloween night came like a storm cloud, slow and inevitable. The porch light flickered, but you left it on for the atmosphere. You'd gotten the place ready to rent or sell, but for tonight, it was just yours. One night in the finished house before it became someone else’s.
You sat in the living room, drink in hand, listening to old Halloween records. Vinyl crackled through the speakers like distant thunder. The power dipped for a second, lights buzzing low. You frowned. Then you heard the floor creak upstairs.
You paused the music.
No wind.
Another step.
Heavy. Deliberate.
You stood, heart racing, and grabbed the crowbar you'd leaned against the fireplace—leftover from renovations. You weren’t about to be scared out of your own house by some punk kid trying to stir up urban legend crap.
You crept up the stairs, each one whining under your weight. When you reached the top, the hallway stretched in eerie silence. The last door on the left—your bedroom—was cracked open.
You pushed it.
He stood there. Massive. Motionless.
White mask. Navy coveralls. A silent silhouette lit by the moon through the window.
Michael Myers.
Your throat tightened. You didn’t run.
Maybe you should’ve.
"You're… real," you whispered, stupidly. “I was starting to think the legends were bullsh*t,” you said, voice low, pulse jackhammering. “Guess not.”
He tilted his head, like a dog trying to make sense of your voice. His knife gleamed faintly in his hand.
"Listen, if you wanted your house back, you could’ve just filed a noise complaint," you muttered, heart hammering.
The knife gleamed in his grip.
Your breath caught, but you didn’t move. Some instinct told you not to run. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was something darker.
Stillness. Then movement.
He walked in. One step. Then another. Heavy boots across old hardwood. The floor groaned under his weight like the house remembered him.
The blade lifted — not toward your throat, but to your chest. Flat against your sternum. Not cutting. Just reminding you.
You reached up, slow, and laid your hand over his.
“Go ahead,” you murmured. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least make it memorable.”
He didn’t.
Instead, the knife dropped to the floor with a quiet clatter.
And then he grabbed you.
One hand fisting your shirt, the other shoved against your lower back as he hauled you forward into a kiss that was more heat than anything else. His mask bumped yours, and then he ripped it off — flinging it across the room.
What stared back wasn’t hollow. It was burning.
Michael’s lips were cracked and chapped. His kiss was violent, all teeth and breath and hunger. You gasped as he pressed you to the wall, grinding against you. He was hard already, cock straining through his coveralls like he’d been hard since the moment he saw you.
“F-fuck,” you whispered. “You want this?”
No answer — just a low grunt as he spun you around, shoving you face-first against the drywall. His hands were everywhere — gripping, claiming, groping through your clothes until he tore the button on your jeans clean off.
He yanked them down.
No prep. No pause. Just spit in his gloved palm, slicking himself up with the bare minimum, and then—
He pressed in.
Slow. Deep. Thick.
You gasped, knuckles white as you gripped the wall. He filled you inch by inch until you saw stars.
“Shit—Michael,” you hissed, pain laced with pleasure.
He paused when he was buried to the hilt — just long enough for you to adjust — before he pulled back and slammed back in, hard enough to shake the wall.
From then on, he fucked you like he was reclaiming the house through your body.
Rough. Unrelenting. Animal.
One hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make your head swim. The other pinned your hip in place as he pistoned into you over and over, grunting behind you like a beast that hadn’t been touched in decades.
Your own cock leaked against the wall, untouched, overstimulated by every brutal thrust.
He leaned in, breath hot against your ear. “Mine,” he growled — the first word he’d spoken. It came out gravel-rough, feral, like a curse.
You moaned his name again, helpless.
When you finally came, you cried out against the wall, muscles clenching around him — and that was all it took.
Michael slammed deep one last time and stayed there, burying himself as he came with a sharp, guttural noise, hips twitching against your ass.
You both stayed like that. Still. Gasping.
Eventually, he pulled out, panting heavily, then turned you around to face him.
You looked up at him, flushed and shaking, cock still half-hard and spent between your legs.
“What now?” you asked, voice hoarse, throat still aching from his grip.
Michael just stared at you.
Then — to your utter shock — he bent, picked up his knife…
…and dropped it gently at your feet.
A peace offering.
Or maybe a promise.
You didn't move away when he kissed you again. This time softer.
You knew then: he hadn’t come back to haunt the house.
Slashers seeing their s/o in a self-made p☆rn (Pt.1)
Characters include:
Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers,
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this is not edited whatsoever
TW: NSFW, descriptions of sexual acts, masturbation, voyeurism, Micheal being Micheal
Jason Voorhees:
Oh boy
His view on sex is so skewed from his childhood, finding out you recorded a video of yourself in any way sexual has him so deeply confused
Honestly, he probably found it on your phone searching for something completely innocent in your camera roll
You only made the one video (he looked for others)
He takes your phone into the woods and privately watches the entire video
He's wounded at first - why would you do something like this? You seemed so innocent, nothing like the type of person he pictured would make this content
He starts to blush when your body straddles a pillow within frame of your poorly propped up phone
The sounds you make while humping the pillow has his free hand clenching tight at his side
He's careful with the volume, holding the phone close to his ear to listen to your whimpers then pulling the device down and rewinding so he can watch the video with the noises still fresh in his mind
Poor guy is so hard by the time the video is done
It would be wrong to touch himself to a dirty video of you, so he resists the heat between his legs and returns your phone, trying his best to play it cool like he didn't just watch you hump a pillow until you orgasmed
He won't mention it at all
Sometimes, he might make up an excuse to borrow your phone to watch it every now and then
Thomas Hewitt:
Similarly to Jason, his view on sex is skewed from childhood
He was taught that sex should be private and sacred and only after marriage
But masturbation? He's more confused about where that stands
Again, he would probably stumble across the video by accident
You left your phone open on your bed while you went to take a shower and he got curious
As soon as he realizes what the video is, he's hurrying to the basement as quick but non-suspiciously as possible
He locks the basement door- not that anyone, yourself included, goes down here often. It's just in case...
He sits down in a creaky wooden chair and pulls out your phone
Still unlocked, he finds the video again
He's exhilarated and oh so nervous as he watches your legs spread and your hands wander
He gets so hard at the sight of you so open and relaxed, touching yourself
Your first loud moan startles him, rushing to turn down the volume only he could hear
He knows it's wrong to touch himself to a video of you, but- oh god- you make it so difficult for him
He can't help it. He caves three minutes and seventeen seconds in when your legs shake and you make a sound that sends him over the edge
By the time he's finished, he's committed the entire video to memory from how much he has rewatched it to be able to finish in his own hand
He will return your phone to the spot on the bed he found it before your shower is done
He finds out your passcode later by looking over your shoulder, filing the information away so he can watch the video anytime he gets the opportunity
Michael Myers:
This guy steals your phone on the regular
It goes missing for days at a time, and you know it's him who takes it, though you can never get him to own up to it (or find where he hides it)
When he's snooping through your phone, he comes across a certain video of you getting intimate with a toy
He watches the entire thing (on repeat)
He doesn't care if your right in front of him, or sitting beside him, or out of the house- he's watching the entire thing shamelessly
Head tilts at the sounds you make
He turns the volume to max so he can hear every hitched breath and soft noise you make
He goes through your stuff, finding that particular toy (if you still have it) or something similar to it
He will bend you over into the same position as the video and use what he found to fuck you until your a mess with the video playing in front of you
Call it his way of getting back at you for using the toy and not him ;p
UNDER THE CUT: bo sinclair, michael myers, billy loomis & stu macher
tw: reader death ment, violence, torture ment
author's note: photo courtesy of @/pngsnail <3 also, hi everyone! i missed you, did you miss me?
michael is one of the most particular of the slashers, and dating him means you must be able to handle his peculiarities. this requires patience and resilience to do so, losing your temper would only result in pissing him off. michael won’t have quarter for being patronized and demeaned, not anymore. a pissed off michael typically means a deadly michael — but your death won’t be immediate. he’ll toy with you, gradually making your life worse and worse. he’ll allow you to keep blowing up at him, snap at him, until one night michael ends it all, for good. as you look up at him while you bleed out on the floor, cursing him under your breath, he’ll slowly don his mask, and leave you there without a second thought.
while he won’t allow a bad temper, or disrespect of any kind, michael is surprisingly lenient about you boundaries. as long as you’re firm, and gentle he’ll let it slide. in fact, he almost encourages it. in his own, twisted way. again, michael will push you in small ways until something is done about it. here you can blow up, or collect yourself and gently, yet firmly tell him what he’s done wrong and ask him to stop. that’s only the first part however, as you have to consistently keep these boundaries, or michael will push, push, and keep pushing.
don’t let him threaten you. he’s not actually trying to kill you when he holds his blade to your neck, no, just testing you. even if you’re into that, you have to be able to differentiate between play time, and a test. once you know that’s he’s testing you, cut him off there. ask that he doesn’t put his knife to you outside of play time, and he’ll slowly drop the knife from your neck, tracing it down your front as he tries to initiate play. however, if you let him press the cold steel into your neck, sit still as his gaze rests on his knife and your supple flesh - he’ll stop there, for now. then another day, when he comes home, he’ll “accidentally” cut you with his knife, watch as you rush around to clean and cover up the wound, gently asking him to be more careful next time. more little “accidents” will follow, each one more life-threatening than the last, and it’ll become more apparent that michael is toying with you. he just wants to see what will happen! just because you let him each time, he wants to see your breaking point. if that ends in your death, well, michael still got what he wanted. to see you break.
to be clear, michael isn’t very picky about what kind of person you are. just stay consistent, keep your boundaries and make them clear, don’t be a pushover, then you and michael will be very happy together.
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bo is a simple man. at least, that’s how he’d describe himself. he describes his ideal mate as the perfect house-spouse kind — docile, quiet, stays out of the way. but that is far from the truth. someone who submits with no questions asked, all of the time, would bore him. nah, bo sinclair needs someone to match his temper, his fire, not take any of his bullshit. when he blows up, shouts, you need to be able to stand your ground, and sometimes shout right back. it surprises him being challenged, excites him, even. go ahead baby, put him in his place.
like with michael, constantly shouting and losing your temper at bo wouldn’t be the best idea. it wouldn’t result in your death, just a constant, toxic cycle of fighting and making up. it’s not fun, nor is it worth the exhaustion. you have to be able to know when to fight fire with fire, and when to back down and let bo do his thing.
bo, to be totally honest, isn’t the kindest guy. he puts on a front for the tourists, sure, but that’s just that – a facade. to be with bo sinclair, you have to have tough skin. he’ll throw more than one insensitive comment your way, about your hair that day, your complexion, hell your weight, even if it’s not intentional. he’s never had to hold his tongue before, why would he now? you’ve gotta stand up for yourself, or else the comments will keep coming, and probably worsen over time.
all of the sinclair brothers have been through a lot, and it’s affected them in different ways. but for all of them, bo especially, empathy will go a long, long way. take into consideration why he lashes out the way he does and be able to understand why. you don’t have to excuse his actions, just be able to tolerate them, and of course — stand up for yourself.
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with billy and stu, you’ve gotta be able to take a joke. a lot of jokes, at that. at your expense, the expense of others, billy and stu have absolutely NO filter and that won’t change when you’re around. be happy it doesn’t! it means they trust you. billy is meaner than stu by a longshot, so be prepared for them to take shots at you. to get them to stop, or at the very least let up a little, go at them right back! joke back or tell them to fuck off, either works. just avoid the topic of mommy issues unless you want a knife to your neck in a not fun way.
you don’t need something super special to make them interested in you — just be you. do your own thing, mind your own business, be content with yourself. that kind of casual confidence is enthralling, and if one of them picks up on it, trust me, the other will know shortly after.
gotta be okay with a little kick-back every once in a while — stu likes to party and billy is just fine tagging along, so that means you have to be too! stick to one of them the whole party if you need, though i don’t suggest it as it can very well lead to semi-public sex. unless, sweet thing, that’s exactly what you’re looking for — then be my guest!
stu is handsy. incredibly so. he needs to touch you often, so you’ve gotta be okay with physical contact frequently. he can’t help it! you’re so precious and touchable it makes his heart melt (and his cock hard). if you say no one too many times he’ll tattle on you to billy, which nobody wants — least of all you. billy is fiercely protective of both of you, and stu knows how spoiled he is. he will surely use that to his advantage, even if it’s to your detriment.
billy often takes the lead when it comes to the three of you, and stu gives up control willingly, eagerly even. you don’t have to be as excited about it as stu is, but it’s best to hand control over day to day decisions to billy. he gets a little bitchy if you don’t, and no one wants a bitchy billy. just whisper to him that he knows best, that’s he’s so strong and capable…and then maybe you can slip a little suggestion in, and he’ll take it. since you’ve been so good…so yes, they’re both very susceptible to seduction.
billy and stu just want you to be you. if you can accept them at their ugliest, most carnal, real selves, they will gladly accept you.
I might be setting up a tent in your ask box bc i feel like you, an addley enjoyer, deserve to know more of my thoughts about him and tell me what you agree/disagree with and give me some of yours I BEEGGG 💋💋💋❤️❤️❤️ @fkcnhatedisco
-left handed (just for funsies)
-likes metal music but ALSO punk/folk punk and some rap sprinkled in there. Can't forget the dad rock
-wanted to be a mechanic when he was a kid until they started listing how many parts he'd have to memorize 😔
- has only ever broken ONE bone, it was his shoulder and he was pissed that it was his right bc he still had to go to school
- I think you were SO ON THE MONEY about him needing to have someone tell him what to do, especially the way he goes about it. But it would HAVE to be someone he trusts/looks up to/respects, otherwise, he'll just get upset
- whines. Nuff said
- um he's a dog !!! If you give him treats when he does something right he's more likely to do it again
-huuggeee cuddler
-Simpsons enjoyer and WILL argue with you if you try to tell him any other adult animated show is better (i like family guy and bobs burgers, we would fight about this constantly)
- tried to learn many things because he thought they were cool (guitar, skateboarding, drums, pottery for some reason ??) But gave up as soon as he stopped improving
- DID actually learn how to use his butterfly knife but he only knows three opens
- likes Edith piaf but ONLY bc she makes him think of his mom
- pothead 💋
- doodler, mostly skulls/knives/worms/boobs/etc
- cannot handle spice, loves sour shit??? ( It's all mouth pain what's the difference)
- really hates seeing people cry bc it's fucking awkward. He would totally just walk away from someone outside of his family that he doesn't have feelings for
Last one: TATTOOS, but only like three and you can't see them when he's wearing clothes
Grabs you and traps you in my ask box. :3
Please, I LOVE headcanons sm, like, yes all of them, drop em. I’m ready at allll times <3
<Addley Koffin Headcanons>
(I am working on that fic, but I am a wee slow at right those!)
I love ALL OF THESEEE!! Now, let me expand on them like the evil gremlin I am.
The left hand… you know how in olden days people used to ‘train’ the ‘left-handedness” out of kids? I bring the idea of Natalie (Mother) trying to do that to Addley— news flash, didn’t exactly work— now he uses his left more dominant hand every chance he gets as his small amount of defiance against her. (Especially when she isn’t looking, he doesn’t want to actually up set her… he’s just a bit of a defiant lil asshole.)
I can see Addley def listening to all those listed, I feel like he would also like songs similar to angry polka— just cause it’s a tad different (think of ‘Sleep is for the weak’ by the Dreadnoughts), he also has like 600 band tees cause I said so— I also feel he is secretly a man of fashion. Have you seen his suspenders? He loves looking cool.
Also the mechanic thing? I CAN SEE ITTTT!!! I headcanon our boy with ADHD.. look at ‘em. All the info would be gone to the wind within’ a few hours if it can’t keep his attention.
I also feel like with broken bones, he literally somehow, while being so damn clumsy and carefree about whatever he does, rarely gets any actual injuries. He’s like that one kid you knew in high school who fell off a roof and all he got was a twisted ankle for a week… that might be true for Addley, ngl.
Also, 100% with the trust thing. For Addley to respect someone’s orders or asks, he MUST have some sort of comfort with that person. Idc— can’t tell me otherwise. He turns into an obedient dog once he feels he can put trust into someone, even if he try’s to defy them in small ways. (See answer one)
I also SOOOO agree with all the doggy traits you give him, he’s like a golden retriever raised to wreak havoc! He does whine at you when you don’t give him what he wants?? Why would you not?? He does everything you said?
He’d love any treat! Even if it’s a sticker, makes him feel so proud once you give him any sort of gratitude. Like yes, my number one person loves me and is so proud of me I got a gift..!
I also feel gifts wise, Addley would be sooo fond of things he could wear. As in; bracelets! Or earrings, anything you make he can wear? Absolutely, he will wear that shit till it breaks.
Also? Simpsons? You’re so fucking real, and I get you. (One of my faves is literally also bobs burgers, 10/10). Addley would definitely make you sit with him once his show EVER comes on the cable channel, he will make you drop everything, begging you. It’s one of the things he genuinely likes doing… just watching TV and not worrying about anything at all. Of course, he’d let you pick a show or movie every now and then… he likes Mr.Pickles… he’ll also sit and watch the Adult Swim channel for hours with you, trust me.
And AGAINNN with the ADHD thing!! Once he sees he won’t improve on a skill or subject he seems to loose interest in it. I feel, however, if you would do anything with him? Of course he would continue to do it??? One of his favorite people wants to do something with him he already knows a bit about! He’d LOVE to teach you how to play guitar, or craft— literally anything, he’s basically a walking multi tool!
His butterfly knife— he lets you put a lil sticker on it. Trust me. LISTEN PLEASE- gets dragged away
I feel like Addley likes a lot of things because of his mother, either because it was forced down his throat, or it just makes him think of her in some way. Mommas boy, through and through. (Even if she terrifies him sometimes..) He most definitely has some rings or something like that of hers, he keeps them pristine!
Pothead? He keeps edibles in a little mint can… shut up, it’s canon. He probably offered Ike one before and got smacked upside the head. (His brother was stressed? He was trynna help him. Damn.)
Doodles.. in my eyes, everyone is a doodler at heart. I feel Addley with genuinely really good at making little bubble comic like graffiti and prints. Like ‘FUCK THIS.’ But it’s all graffiti letters and in red ink. Because he’s just cool like that. (He would soooo love to give you a tattoo… like, by his own hand. It’s a marking from him that will never go away… and he can put it whatever the wants.)(pretty? or just his own name… maybe he’ll give you something cute like a skull with a bow?)
I’m all for Sour head Addley— I’m the same way. I cannot stand certain spices, I’ll die if I eat a hot Cheeto. He’s probably like that, but can eat and entire tub of just pure sour hard candy and then just accept he killed his taste buds like nothing happened. Definitely keeps a pack of sour gummies and offers them to his siblings or you randomly… c’mon… try one… they’re reallyyyy good, not that sour! Trust him.
And crying. If it was a bad situation? He would 100% awkwardly try to hold you, you’re someone he cares about— your crying may make him want to go hide, but it breaks his heart to see anyone he cares about upset. He’s gonna try his damn best to make it stop. He may even try to do something so ridiculous you forget to cry.. definitely did that to his sister before..
If it’s a hostage or victim crying??… he runs away. It’s hard for him to give a shit about them, and it does make him so damn uncomfortable. Addley isn’t much of a deep feelings guy— unless he’s high, he sounds like a philosopher
Tattoos… Addley def has tattoos, and I’d like to think he has done at least ONE himself! I see him as having those very intricate designs that he can talk hours about. The story of why he got it, who the artist was, the meaning. And then he probably has one he got while tweaked into the next dimension that’s just some stupid cartoon character with a beanie.. he ain’t got a story for that one, sorry sweetheart.
That’s A LOT, but you got my brain jogging!! I genuinely love talking abt him— because Addley doesn’t exactly have 100% set lore, that’s why I adore him so much.
Here’s a few of mine…
Addley loves fish. The animal. He would be so happy if after all this criminal stuff settled a bit he could get a fish tank and just watch them all. He thinks they’re beautiful…
It may have been from a time in the past, maybe in school his class pet was a fish— or one time in a store he saw the wall of them and decided they were his favorite animal? Whatever it was, he loves them. The shine of their scales is calming to him, loving the different breeds, and how they all seem to have personalities.
Addley would also probably be the type to pick up a stray animal and love on it. It may have 143 diseases, he dgaf… it’s a cat? Look at it? It’s a little baby? He’s stealing it. His mother definitely yells at him for this, it’s a habit he desperately tries to break. Failing miserably.
Addley is like a crow, and picks up shiny shit up give to his family, and you. I don’t care. It could be a bottle cap he polished and made into a necklace. He’s crafty, what can he say?
He HATES painting. He actually can’t stand it. It takes so much patience it just pisses him off. If he’s gonna paint, it’s gonna be finger paint, and he’s just gonna flick his fingers at the canvas like the knows wtf he’s doing. (He doesn’t)
Loves being praised for anything, and immediately gets put on edge if he even SMELLS any irritation directed at him. Depending who it is, he gets so defensive— even if there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place. You could look at him wrong and he would pout in apology, or glare and start an argument.
He’s lowkey a ticking time bomb, but a simple “it’s fine, why are you upset?” Is enough to make him just drop it…
He has habits like biting his nails, they’re so short they bleed sometimes…
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I have more, but I am currently very hungry and wish to go eat,, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HEADCANONS, IM SO HAPPY I FOUND A FELLOW ADDLEY LOVER WAAWAWAAAA <3333
the man or bear argument except it’s man or slasher based on the exact same premise “the worst thing a slasher will do is kill you” except w the added bonus of “and be hot”
Hellooooooo! May I pretty please request Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and Art the Clown x fem!reader who is really feminine and proud? She WILL throw hands if someone starts being a douchebag but otherwise handles everything with grace? Thank you!
Thomas and Bubba x fem!reader who is proud
Aaaaaaaaa I'm so sorry but I don't write for art :(! Never seen the terrifier films 💔
Notes: reader is gn, admin has never taped into their feminine side/origins so bare with them
CWs: mentions of sexism
THOMAS
He doesn't really get it-- the make up and dressing up, but he's not going to stop you or judge you! It's what you like, and he thinks your interests are worth endorsing so long as it's not hurting you!
Headcanon that outside of the skin and meat stuff he likes making little trinkets in the cellar. You WILL get bowls made of bone to keep your jewelery in! A comb for your hair! Come to him if you need any clothes patched he can sew!!
You're pretty but you're strong, you're commanding but you walk with grace. How do you do that? You don't let small things bother you either
You have the most conflict with Hoyt, he... does not like you very much and he is not afraid to hide it. He thinks you're pretty but that's about it. You do not take any disrespect from him which often leads to you butting heads
Similarly to Bubba, Thomas is... almost frozen. His family is all that he's known, but in a way you've changed him. If he doesn't try to drag you away he puts himself between you and hoyt before things can get ugly on either side
BUBBA
Honestly he thinks you're so cool!! He already thought you were pretty when he first met you, but in getting to know you more he views you almost like a goddess
Please please please let him watch you get ready for the day, he thinks it's really cool you take such good care of yourself and he may or may not be taking notes
Over the moon if you offer to teach him what you know!!
Conflict between you and his brothers stresses him out-- hell he doesn't like causing conflict with them himself... it's.. unfortunately a point of contention between you two because he tends to stand to the side while you go at it with drayton
It's not that he doesn't want to defend you it's just that going against what his family wants is so... foreign to him. They're all he's ever known
Does his very best to make it up to you... please run away with him one day
I need to write slasher stuff more.... I also need to watch scream like I said I would... and other films... but alas cotl rot is too strong
Characters: Jason, brahms, bubba, Thomas, Michael
Notes: reader is gn, cold weather baby!!, in Michael's bit yoy wear his coveralls because he refuses to throw a jacket over it
CWs: none
JASON
Built like a polar bear, he's so used to the cold that he just shrugs it off as he goes into the woods to get fire wood for you
Actually offers his jacket to you until he can get a fire started to keep you warm- he doesn't want you to get sick! Don't worry about him! Especially if this is zombie Jason, the cold doesn't really.. effect his undead body that much...
Doesn't mind it if you steal his jacket from him, he takes it as you being cold- but if you explain that it's partly because you miss him he feels.. bad.. he didn't mean to take so long in the woods he promises
Even if you said it jokingly he's going to do his best to make up for his brief absence
BUBBA
let me tell you, as someone who lives in texas: the winters get brutal. Incredibly cold, he's definitely got at least one coat somewhere... and even if he only had one he would let you take it
But... please stay close to him by the heater, he knows you probably want to go do something else with him but it's truly too cold to not be able to do much else without freezing in their old house- even worse if this takes place in their new home in the second film... underground
He thinks you look really cute in his coat and he tries to let you know that- hes... a little bashful but you think it's sweet
You both probably end up cuddling into one another under the coat together
THOMAS
Once more: texas gets incredibly cold in the winter depending on the time of year and where you are. He's got a coat somewhere
Not that that he really uses it, built like a polar bear like Jason. He tolerates cold pretty well, hardly seems phased by it.. he's so laser focused on his chores and work around the house that you often find him still working outside
And he's given his coat to you because you have a lower tolerance than him... maybe you can convince him to come snuggle with you under it? Maybe? He'd hate to leave his chores unfinished but he doesn't like saying no to you
Very heavy coat, very thick
MICHAEL
Completely unphased by the cold, he also doesn't have a jacket. The best you can do is take his coveralls when you FINALLY convince him to take them off so they can be washed
Does not like sharing his things, the likelihood of him humoring you after you put them in is low. May actually take them off of you himself... not incredibly rough but there's intention to yoink them back
If you're cold then go get a blanket or you're own jacket... why steal his things without asking?
It completely flies over his head that jacket (or rather clothing) stealing is common for couples
BRAHMS
Move over give him his sweater back he's FREEZING! If he needs to he's going to wear the sweater with you in it!
HATES the cold and he's going to make it everyone else's problem, please don't let him catch a fever reader! Please!
Fire place? Lit. Blankets? Gathered. Sweaters? Worn. You're more likely to see him leave the walls during the colder months so he can snag your body heat, too
Lets it go to his head if you let slip that you stole his sweater because you missed him... hes basically hovering over now- well, more than he did before
