Uhhh so I've been dying of negative motivation and school is like actually slowly killing me as well but have this until I can write something good.
I feel like a phone would actually be a pretty good way to deal with Billy's anxious clinginess... if you can decipher what he means in his texts. If I'm being completely honest text conversations would look like this:
Billy: hhhhhhheyyygshdhyyyyyy
You: hey
Billy: plesconehomeinnmmhungehruy
You: ?
Billy: sucknyscokcvpleaseb
You: honey what does that mean?
Billy: voice message-10:47(it's just breathing and mumbling you can't really understand)
You: I see
Billy: [image attachment](it's literally nothing)
So yeah he's not very good at writing/reading to begin with but he uses NO spaces, jumps from thought to thought, and doesn't really know what he's sending you. He just has a thought and sends it straight to you.
He probably sends lots of moaning/breathing voice messages and a lot of unsolicited nsfw pictures and/or texts. It's practically impossible to teach him how to use the phone properly but he'll eventually figure out how to make calls and when he does he'll call you constantly until you pick up or the phone dies. No matter how many times you explain how to plug in the phone he'll just wait for you to come home to charge it because he's kinda scared of the concept of electricity in the charger.
At the end of the day, he only really bothers you so much because he's afraid you may not come back and not only does he depend on you for most things, but he loves you... just in his own way.
I just wanna say I love your writing! Do you have anything new coming out soon?
No pressure I’m just curious 😅
Hopefully I'll have something out by this weekend but school's taking a lot out of me and motivation curled up and died so we'll see. Hopefully I can write something soon!
blood, mention of death, home invasion(?), Michael being himself
This is just about Michael(1987) being a silly little thing and not knowing what do and accidentally making you think you're gonna die
Moving into the old Myers house was no easy feat. If he been abandoned for years and everyone in Haddonfield steered clear of it. You spent months making the house a livable space. Replacing broken windows, painting over the old splotchy walls, replacing the old creeky floors. You tried to keep it as close to its original look as possible, just renewing it and painting over the murders the house had seen. Despite the whole town staying far away from the house, you were determined to erase its reputation and make it a cozy, comfortable home.
The whole time you fixed and remodeled you hadn't even thought of the possibility that you had a silent roommate. How could you? How could he have crept around you for months and avoided you when you'd worked thoroughly in every part of the house? It made no sense. It was practically impossible.
Michael's initial thought upon you discovering him was that he should kill you, but a second voice of reason asked how else he'd get food without leaving if you were dead. He didn't sneak up on you or intentionally make himself known, the way you discovered him was an accident. After months of living in a house with someone as clueless as you who blamed bad memory for things being moved or missing, he got cocky. He didn't even have to hide, he could walk around and live normally as long as he was out of your view.
It was stupid to think that would last forever. Imagine his surprise when you managed to sneak up on him in the middle of the night. It was late, around 2:30 in the morning when Michael had snuck in through the back door after a good killing spree. He headed straight for your kitchen because who wouldn't be hungry after all that work? So there he was, covered in blood, staring wearily into your fridge trying to figure out what to eat when you appeared. You didn't hear him or anything so you weren't in defense mode. It was as simple as you also being hungry.
Needless to say you froze up and screamed at the top of your lungs when you walked into your kitchen to find Michael Myers looking for a snack.
He jumped and his gaze snapped to you. He didn't know what to do instantly but seeing as you wouldn't stop screaming he didn't want to alert any neighbors he just walked forward and put his hand roughly over your mouth. He didn't mean to be rough, but he was panicking. He didn't think about how menacing he looked or that he just put his blood covered hand on your face. Michael knew killing you wasn't an option and he had no way to tell you he wasn't a threat so he just picked you up with his free arm, holding you like a baby as he covered your mouth.
You'd stopped screaming but he wasn't sure if you'd continue when he uncovered your mouth so he didn't. You were quite alarmed to be picked up by him, not to mention your PJ's were getting covered in the sticky blood that covered him. You quietly cried and looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes as he carried you up the stairs. You definitely thought he'd kill you but you had no clue why he'd be heading for your room if he wanted to kill you.
In Michael's mind he thought it would calm you down if he put you back in bed and showed you he wasn't gonna hurt you. He knew you were crying and terrified and he didn't really know what to do. He just carried you into your room and kinda gently threw you on the bed. You stared up at him, waiting for him to pull out a knife or try and hurt you but he turned on your bedside lamp and just awkwardly stood there, arms at his sides. He made no movement, not to hurt you nor to hold you in place.
The only thing you could think to do was to question what was happening and hope it wouldn't set him off. You sat up on the bed and backed away a little. You tried your best to gather words and push them past your throat without sobbing harder. "Why- why are you.. what are you doing in my house?"
He tilted his head. That wasn't an answer.
"Are you gonna- are- are you gonna hurt me?" you managed out with a short gasp to catch your breath after.
He slowly shook his head no. You didn't know if you should believe him but why would he lie? He could've killed you in the kitchen to quiet you if he wanted to. You knew he was Michael Myers and that this was his home- that's it. You realized that's why he was here.
"You- did you wanna come home?" you asked, still definitely scared but calming down.
He nodded.
You took a few deep breaths and wiped the drying tears from your face, attempting to gather your composure. You had a million questions, how long has he been here? Was he gonna leave? Why wants he killing you? Whose blood was this?
Michael just took the time to appreciate how attractive you looked covered in blood from one of his kills, but quickly pushed the thought away. Unimportant right now, why did he even care?
You didn't know where to start with your questions so you just looked at him for a moment. He looked scary but you noticed he was unarmed, must've left his knife downstairs. That made you feel a little better.
"So.. you're gonna stay?"
He nodded.
"How long?"
He simply stared at you.
"Uhhh.. okay. Have you been living here or something?"
Another nod.
That explained a lot in your mind. It was always Michael, wasn't it? That's where all your moved or missing stuff went. It should've terrified you but it kinda put you at ease. He'd been here the whole time and not once even tried to harm you. It was a little nice to know that the house came with built in security.
"...that makes sense. Uh- I.. jeez, I'm a mess. We're cool, right? I- I won't tell anyone you're here."
He nodded again and left. You stayed listening for a few minutes to see if he exited the house again, but no. You just had a roommate now.
You thought over everything. You were covered in blood, your bed was covered in blood, The boogeyman lived with you, The Boogeyman wasn't going to kill you, you needed a shower. You acted on the shower thing. You could think over it more in the shower.
You weren't sure why you were letting him stay, but he was oddly nice to be around. Not to mention he's been here this whole and it wasn't an issue. It was too late to wonder where he slept and stayed hidden away daily. You just took a shower and slept on the couch due to your blood covered bed. You'd deal with that tomorrow. You were not as scared or upset as you should be for sure.
Michael, on the other hand, watched you from the hall as you settled down on the couch. He thought everything went surprisingly well and that maybe he'd like to have some real company that stick around long enough to not be scared and maybe actually like him. Just from the short interaction tonight he knew he liked you, and that he wasn't gonna let you go.
RZ!Michael Myers x AFAB!reader Oral drabbles(NSFW)
No pronoun use, fem anatomy, overstimulation(?), reader receiving oral, pussy eating
Idk if I should even call this a drabble because it's just unedited word vomit like most of what I post and this is worse because it's horny word vomit so yeah uhhh have fun with it I guess
The first time Michael eats you out he's just staring at you from between your thighs and pausing every few seconds to see if he's doing it right. He has no clue what spots make you feel good or how to move his mouth but he won't stop until he gets it right. Once his tongue flicks over your clit and pulls a sharp gasp from you he kinda assumes that's what feels good and puts his whole focus on it. He'll mess around with the pace and movement until he finds what gets the best reaction from you. Michael has no clue what he's actually doing but he knows it's a good sign when you make those sounds and push your hips into his face like that. Having those blue expressionless eyes staring up at you would almost be unsettling if it weren't Michael. You can pull his hair, squeeze his head between your thighs, and scream at the top of your lungs but nothing stops him till you feel good. Michael is relentless once he gets the hang of it. He'll wrap his arms around your thighs to keep you in place and push his face further into your dripping mess to keep you in place while he mercilessly devours you. Yeah, he doesn't actually know how he's supposed to do this but you taste so good and you seem to love it when he flicks his tongue like that or use a certain pressure. Once he's getting a reaction that seems to satisfy both of you he won't stop till his face, the sheets, and your thighs are drenched so good luck. Michael honestly gives the best head ever because he's so strong and determined, not to mention how well he can read what every twitch from your body or breath from your mouth means.
is 1976 Carrie the only Carrie you write for? And can we request for other Carrie characters?
Thank you for asking, I do only write for 1976 Carrie! I don't really know how to characterize other Carrie characters, if it's a good request I could try but no promises. I didn't even realize that people would want other characters from Carrie, but I could try!
Including: RZ Michael Myers, '78 Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Martin Mathias, '76 Carrie White, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher(separate and together), Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, and Vincent Sinclair
slight sexual content
If people like this I'll do a part two with the rest of the slashers I write for. This has 11 because I just couldn't split up Billy and Stu...
RZ Michael Myers:
Can fall asleep anywhere, but won't. He doesn't sleep often, but when he does it's in your bed. He'd much prefer to lay there and watch you, but he's human too. He likes to crawl into bed late at night after coming home, not caring about getting your sheets dirty with his blood smeared clothes. He just lays there on his back, arms pressed to his sides, mask still on; deadly silent. He breathes so shallow you may think he's dead. You worry he'll suffocate sleeping with the mask on, but he doesn't care. He never moves or shifts when he wakes up, there isn't even a change in his demeanor. He'll just lay there until you get up, not wanting to disturb you. You're welcome to cuddle up to his side, lay on top of him, use him as a human pillow if you desire. He won't move to make you comfortable, but he won't push you away either. In summary, he's essentially a rock.
'78 Michael Myers:
He sleeps facing the wall. Unhinged. He doesn't care about anything coming to get him. He knows he's why other people can't sleep like that. He really does it to show you he trusts you, he's like a cat. Sometimes he sleeps with the mask on, sometimes without it. He doesn't care, he'll sleep in the clothes he's wearing. Like his Rob Zombie counterpart, he doesn't care about getting your bed dirty. He snores very lightly, not enough to be annoying though. If you say you want to cuddle he'll throw his arm back for you to wrap around, that's about it. He'll take it back when it gets uncomfortable too. Your best option for cuddles is a weird semi-spooning position, aka just pressing yourself against his back. He actually enjoys sleeping, but wakes up at ridiculous times. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he decides it's morning for him and he's had enough sleep. He won't wake you up purposefully, so him getting out of bed won't be an issue unless you're a really light sleeper. In that case it's your problem, not his. Overall, decent. Seems cold and uncaring but really just a sleepy, grumpy cat.
Brahms Heelshire:
He's the worst. The absolute worst. He'll whine until you go to bed with him and then he won't let you go. He needs to be clinging to you all night. He doesn't take the mask off so you sleep with his cold mask pressing against you wherever he decides his face belongs. He doesn't care if you have to pee, if you wanna get up, if you're not ready to go to bed, if you're thirsty, hungry, hot, cold; excuses. All of it. He's not letting you go. He'll sleep in his own bed if you make him, but he'll whine about it. If he can't sleep then he expects you to stay awake with him. And if he wakes up in the middle of the night, so do you. He's a very light sleeper so don't even try to escape. If he doesn't get enough sleep he's cranky too. He wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to make him breakfast. So yeah, 0/10 would not recommend.
Billy Lenz:
You basically have to sedate him to get him to bed, but he doesn't make a big deal of it. When he does fall asleep, don't wake him. Treat him like a sleeping baby. Most of the time he just likes to sit in your bed and watch you sleep. He's iffy about physical touch, but sometimes he'll stroke your hair or put his hand on your thigh. He sleeps in small intervals, curled up in a ball. He doesn't like sleeping either, so he'll push it away until he passes out. He sleeps on the floor, too. For some reason he won't sleep on the bed. He'll sit on it and watch you, but won't sleep on it no matter how many times you tell him it's fine. He'll wake up if you put a blanket over him, which sucks considering he's skin and bones and is always freezing. He also wakes up sometimes and just rocks back and forth, staring into space. He won't tell you why, but you assume he has some kind of nightmares. He's never loud, just mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. I'd say knock him out with melatonin gummies, just tell him it's a snack. You should eat one first to prove they're safe... and make sure to keep him away from the bottle, he'll eat them all after chewing through the childproof cap.
Martin Mathias:
Martin's abnormally sleepy, he enjoys naps and sleeps at least 10 hours per night when he's not out hunting for blood. You can't even watch a movie with him, he'll doze off in the first 10 minutes. In the rare occasion he isn't tired, he likes to hold you close with the lights off and talk softly. He likes late night conversation and gentle touches more than anything. He just wants to feel loved. He definitely sleeps shirtless, so you get to enjoy that. He likes to sleep on his side, holding you to his front with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wakes up and gently kisses your neck in the mornings before slipping away. He's tried his hand at making breakfast to bring to you in bed, and he's not half bad at it. But a lot of the time he just holds you in the mornings and watches you breathe.
Carrie White:
At first she'll be hesitant about sleeping in the same bed, knowing what it could lead to. But if you show her over time that it's okay, she's be glad to. She appreciates the way you hold her after nightmares, soothing her and wiping her tears. Please be gentle with her, she doesn't even think she deserves you. She's a light sleeper and will stick to her side of the bed unless you tell her you want to hold her. She'll happily cuddle up and read a book or watch a movie with you before bed. Just please make her feel loved.
Billy Loomis and Stu:
Just Billy:
Billy is a chronic insomniac. No, he won't make you stay up with him. Yes, he would appreciate it a lot. He likes to stay up and watch scary movies a lot, he'd be over the moon if you'd be willing to do that with him... not that he'd tell you. He'd act like it's annoying and he wants to be alone, but you both know that isn't true. Another thing, if you cuddle he has to be the big spoon. It makes him feel big and strong, lie he's protecting you. Let him feel good about himself, it doesn't happen often. If he wakes up before you he wont even try to be quiet. He'll just get up. He's kinda quiet anyway, but it sucks if you're a light sleeper. If you snore he'll wake up to tell you to be quiet. He's also very warm, so if you run cold he'll cling to you at night. Otherwise, he's fine with cuddling or not cuddling. He acts too good for everything but he's secretly glad someone like you sleeps next to him every night and trusts him enough to not be scared.
Just Stu:
Yet another lanky boy who likes to cage you in. Also snores right in your ear, not sorry at all. He also likes watching movies late at night, but if you lay down to watch something after 11 he's knocked out. He could stay up late if he wanted to, but he only ever does when he's out somewhere or trying to keep Billy company. He's such an ass too, he pretends to be sleeping in the morning when you wake up so you'll kiss his forehead then he'll squeeze your ass and start laughing hysterically. He thinks it's hilarious to suddenly grab or kiss you when you think he's asleep. If you tell him to seriously stop, he will, but it'll secretly bum him out a little. Also if you tell him you don't wanna cuddle he'll straight up get up and go sleep on the couch just to be petty. So, yeah, just let him cuddle with you.
Both:
If you have to deal with this, you WILL overheat. You'll have Billy on one side and Stu on the other, both trying to cling to you more than the other. This is all night, every night. If you say you want personal space or your own bed they'll grant it, but they'll also both blame it on the other for being too clingy or making you uncomfortable. This is basically all of dating both of them, a constant fight over you. It even shows in sleeping habits! Just make sure to give them equal attention to avoid fighting.
Bubba Sawyer:
Bubba's the biggest cuddle bug you'll ever meet. He'll let you do virtually anything if it means you're close to/touching him. He loves to wrap you up in his big, strong arms and hold you close all night. There's a few downsides to this though. He sleeps like a boulder, meaning that if you move away from him he'll basically steam-roll you trying to find you again. He ends up crushing you in his sleep more often than you'd think. Another thing, his hold on you is very firm, you have to wiggle out of it to get up which isn't very good if you have to pee or your alarm's going off. He's also another victim of the horrendously loud snores. He's also incredibly warm, you don't even need blankets. It's terrible in the summer, but in winter it's great to have a personal heater. It may be annoying sometimes, but you have to step back and realize he holds you so tight because he loves you and he's terrified of your leaving. Please be kind to him.
Bo Sinclair:
Bo is probably competing with Brahms for the worst, just definitely for different reasons. He kicks in his sleep, snores so loud you can hear it through two closed doors, feels like a radiator, takes up the whole bed, is impossible to move, and hogs the covers. All I can say is good luck. He also talks. Like fully talks, full sentences and coherent phrases while completely unconscious. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to him kicking you through the blanket while muttering utterly terrifying things. He'll let you sleep separately from him, but he'll whine about it and claim you don't love him. You can pick your battles with Bo, you won't win either way.
Vincent Sinclair:
Vincent is probably the best out of everyone. He's not too hot or cold, he doesn't snore or move too much but he isn't a rock like Michael. Nothing offends him either, if you want personal space it's yours. If you steal the blankets or kick or move, he doesn't care. The only thing is that he stays up late. You have to practically drag him to bed, but he won't fight once you get him away from his work. He likes to hold you at night. He's very gentle with you, he keeps his grip light and tried not to overwhelm you with affection. He's just so happy that you'd even care enough to make sure he sleeps... that you'd even care about him. Please just give him some loving, show him that he deserves it. He's so sweet and considerate. If you're tired he'll carry you to bed and there's no way he'll let you get up till you've gotten enough sleep. He's never rough, but he cares for you a lot and would like you to sleep. You need to make sure he sleeps too. He gets barely enough sleep. Cuddle him and make sure he sleeps too. Please.
Non-Con, Somnophillia, Perverted Brahms, Creampies, Unprotected Sex
Summary: Brahms has a hot dream about you and makes it reality... without your knowledge
Notes: Brahms is a touchy freak, he cums instantly inside reader, he doesn't pull out
You'd kissed him and gone right off to bed. That was hours ago, now. By now Brahms knew you were dead asleep in your room, probably wearing just a shirt and underwear... probably vulnerable and unaware.
He tried to shake the thought.
It wouldn't go.
He'd been awake for about 15 minutes now. At first, he was too shocked by the dream he had to even do anything except lie there. So he lay there, feeling antsy and hot from his dream. He knew he should've stayed in bed, but he couldn't help it. It's now like you were strict about it, but he knows that's what he should've done. Stayed in bed and went back to sleep.
Now he grabbed his mask from the nightstand, slipped it on and got out of bed. He headed for your room. The dream that had woken him up so antsy had been one about you. One where he was with you. With you in your bed, gently touching you and holding you, kissing you, feeling you, fucking you. It felt so real that he almost expected to wake up in your bed the morning after.
There was no way he was falling asleep again after that dream. Brahms knew he should try to, so he lay there anxiously for 15 minutes, feeling like he needed to move. He wanted to feel the way he did in his dream again, even if it was a distant memory now as it faded from his mind. It was too late for you to still be awake for sure. That's why he tried to convince himself that he should go back to sleep, that there was nothing you could do about him having a dream anyway, that there was no way you'd let him make his dream reality.
But, being the sickly desperate man he was, his neediness got the best of him. The need to see you. The need to feel you. The need to fuck you. It was the middle of the night, but he didn't care. He crept down the halls, the floorboards not letting out a single creak under his weight. Not the way they would if anyone else were to walk the halls. No, he was dead silent, even knowing how to navigate the corners and halls in the dark, labyrinthine manor. That's what he'd gained from being confined within these walls his whole life, a miracle he hadn't gone insane. More insane... anyway.
Brahms reached your door and silently pushed it open, only a bit. He saw your sleeping figure and a shiver tore through him, but standing in the doorway wasn't enough. He crept into the room, quietly closing the door behind him as if there were anyone else in the mansion to impose on his late-night stalking.
He stood at the side of the bed, lustful eyes savoring every curve and contour of your body, every rise of your chest with breaths that fell from your perfect lips, every shift your body made as the sheets fell scantily over you. And that was his plan, stand there and watch you with a rock hard cock. He didn't really know what else he could do... but this wasn't helping anything.
He reached his hand down into his pants, gripping his stiff cock and slowly stroking it using the pre he'd leaked just at the sight of you as lube. He breathed roughly in pants under his mask, trying to stay quiet enough not to wake you. He couldn't help but get closer, imagine that his hand was yours... anything of yours. But that was no good. Your skin wasn't rough like his, and your touch wasn't shaky and unsure. He needed you for real.
He reached his free hand out, pulling the sheets away from you fully to see your body clad in an old oversized band shirt and underwear. He shakily put his free hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into it, stroking it up and down. He took his hand, now sticky with precum, away from his cock and latched it onto the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers; only enough to let his cock fall free. Brahms took both hands to your thighs, suppressing a whimper at just the feel of your skin.
You stirred slightly and he quickly pulled both hands away, taking a quiet step back like that would prevent you from waking. He stood there for a few moments, watching you. When he concluded that you wouldn't move anymore he hooked his hands under your knees, pulling your legs up and spreading them. He knew this was a terrible idea but his brain was clouded with lust and thoughts of you. And now you were close enough to touch... close enough that he was touching you.
He put one knee up first then the other, losing to kneel in front of you on your bed. The whole time he was cautiously quiet, trying not to wake you. He let your legs gently drop on his shoulders, leaning down to lay his head against your collarbones for a moment with one hand resting on your chest. His breath came in pants, his heart pounding. He was so close to you that he couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't care about being quiet or not waking you. He wanted you. Wanted you bad and wanted you now.
He leaned back up, pulling away to see your eyes starting to flutter open. He panicked and made just about the stupidest decision he could. Brahms held you down by one shoulder, even though you weren't fighting him, and tried to push into you. He promptly realized your underwear blocked his entrance so he pushed them to the side with his free hand and pushed into you as hard as he could. Both you and he let out gasps. He didn't anticipate that you would feel this good. Nothing felt this good.
You had woken up by the time he tried to push into you the first time, but you didn't fight. Your eyes fluttered open as you came to and you began to realize your predicament. Your legs in his shoulders, him holding you down and frantically trying to fuck you. You couldn't even comprehend that, only having woken up moments ago. "Brahms?? Brahms, what are you doing?" you began to mumble but were abruptly cut off by him ramming his rock hard cock into you.
You let out a gasp and tried to speak again but were quickly interrupted by another wetter, warmer feeling and your name being yelped out on Brahms' side. It took your mind a moment to realize what had just happened... he came inside you. He thrusted twice and came inside you. He didn't pull out, but he collapsed onto your chest and grasped you tightly, still panting roughly and shaking slightly.
Brahms heard you try to ask what he was doing, but it sounded distant. All that was on his mind was the feeling of you. Apparently, it was on his mind too much because after shoving it in you he very quickly tried to thrust, got around to it twice, and then had his orgasm tear through him. He whined quietly and then pushed into you as hard as possible, crying out your name and releasing inside you. He didn't pull out, he didn't realize he was supposed to. All he wanted was closeness, and that felt close. He hoped you weren't mad, so he simply cuddled up to you to await what you had to say.
You leaned down and buried your face in his hair, smelling his musky, sweaty, desperate scent. You stroked his hair with one hand and wrapped the other around his back. You figured he'd be back at this as soon as he could... maybe you'd actually get off on it too when that happened and not get woken up with surprises creampies. You sighed, no longer sleepy, and muttered "You really had to interrupt my sleep for this?"
"Sorry..."
"No, you aren't."
"No, I'm not."
And you stayed like that in the moment. It wasn't a shock to you that he wasn't sorry. He was a spoiled little brat and he thought everything he wanted already belonged to him just for that reason. You didn't mind too much... but you'd have to tell him to wake you next time.
