sanguinellojuice

[sanguinellojuice]

myers’ girl ; 18

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1048

content ; sexually explicit content, public sex, vaginal sex, wall sex, rough sex, choking, possessive sex

fandom ; halloween / slashers

pairing ; michael myers (any) x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Being known as ‘Michael Myer’s girl’ brought with it a great many unique experiences, both good and bad. Good, like people going to great lengths to avoid you on the street which meant that you had more than your fair share of personal space to do with whatever you wish. Bad, like the cashiers in the local shops refusing to look at you or otherwise acknowledge you as you buy what you need, making things much more uncomfortable than they ever ought to be. Good, like feeling safe no matter where you went or who you were with because the only killer in town was your boyfriend and nobody wanted to piss of the infamous ‘Shape of Haddonfield’. Bad, like people leaving all sorts of defamatory and insulting graffiti all over the five-times-repainted walls of your home: ‘whore’, ‘traitor’, ‘cunt’, and, of course, ‘Myers’ Girl’ (usually misspelled in a slightly different way each time it was written). 

Just calling your experience a mixed bag would be the understatement of the century.

But so long as you had your Michael by your side you found yourself (mostly) unbothered by the behaviour of your previously chipper and chatty friends and neighbours. He was all you really needed, after all… even if sometimes he thought you needed to be convinced of that yourself, which lead to some of the most enjoyable but mortifying moments in your relationship.

Moments like this.

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Your position was precarious to say the very least and had you been able to form a coherent thought you might have just complained about it: the palms of your hands were pressed flat against the spray painted, white panelled front wall of your house, the decorative wood rough and damp beneath your skin as you tried hopelessly to try and brace yourself against the slippery, splintered surface; your legs were spread as widely as they could go with Michael’s heavy boots placed on the inner side of each foot to keep them in place, the tattered remains of your knife slashed underwear and jeans just barely hanging on around your knees, exposing everything from your thighs to your midsection to the cool autumn air (and anyone who might walk past your home); one of his large, calloused hands was wrapped around your throat, thumb rhythmically caressing over one side whilst the rest of his fingers periodically tightened and relaxed, giving you just enough room to breathe whilst making it abundantly clear what he could do if he got the impulse; his cock, thick and long and hot, was pounding into your dripping pussy from behind, hips slamming so hard against your ass that had it not been for his harsh grip on your body you’d have surely gone flying whilst he filled and stretched you to the brink over and over again.

It was mortifying, humiliating, degrading, to be fucked so primally against your own home, the only thing separating you from the rest of your neighbourhood being some tall bushes and that feeble fence you really ought to replace. One neighbour going on a midday stroll away from being caught with your pants around your ankles and a dick stuffed inside of you whilst you drooled and whimpered like a bitch in heat — if they could even see you with Michael’s imposing figure looming over you, that is.

Not that that would make your reputation any worse, being ‘Myers’ Girl’ had already murdered your social life more than any act of public lewdness ever could, but it was more about the principle.

Then again you were much too distracted to bother thinking of anything beyond his hands on your body or his length stretching your cunt beyond what you thought possible. Too caught up in the feeling of that large hand wrapped around your throat as it tightened, and relaxed, and tightened, and relaxed, a warning so deliberate that even your pleasure-fogged mind couldn’t miss it. Too preoccupied with the wet slap of his skin colliding with your own as he pumped that thick shaft into your pussy with so much roughness and speed that you felt less like a partner and more like a glorified cock sleeve. Too engrossed with way his other hand groped at your chest and waist, keeping you in place and exploring what belongs to him at the same time whilst only making your mind fog worse and worse as you started to mount your peak. Too far gone to think as you lost yourself to the sound of his voice, rough and scratchy and quiet from lack of use, as he panted and grunted under that mask of his, the well-worn latex just barely brushing against your ear with each and every thrust.

It was too much and yet precisely what you needed, with every movement and sound pushing you closer and closer to the edge until, finally, something snapped and you were sent spiralling into a climax so intense that you’d have surely collapsed to the floor had it not been for Michael’s strong grip on your body. Coming so hard that your vision whited out and your senses were so overwhelmed that all you could do was call out for him, too far gone to notice or care how loud you were being as he continued to fuck you through your climax.

Not even altering his roughness as he went, not caring to make it easier on you as you started to straddle the line between overwhelming pleasure and overstimulating pain and your moans and whimpers turned into sobs and gasps. Only slightly loosening his grip on your neck to let you breathe better when you started to pant and wheeze for air. Only barely slowing down when you started to tremble and quake beneath him, giving you just enough change to stop you from being in too much pain without compromising on his own wants too much — but he didn’t stop, not for more than a second at a time, anyway.

This was about showing you who you belonged to, after all, and Michael Myers wouldn’t be content until the only thing you could say was his name — and until you were screaming it so loudly that even your farthest neighbours knew how proud you were to be his girl.

[sanguinellojuice]

Their Toy || No. 3 w/Michael Myers, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: bukkake, Dubcon, rough sex, degradation, mask kink, overstimulation, creampie, circle jerk,triple penetration, double penetration in two holes?, all holes filled, large cock, size kink, multiple orgasms,fingering, forced orgasms, deepthroating, foursome/f/m/m/m, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, squirting ,face fucking,rough oral sex, choking,gangbang, slight stalking, Voyeurism, come as lube, hair pulling

Word Count: 3358

Y/N was walking home from work when she got a call from her friend, They practically begged her to come. She didn’t particularly want to as she was looking forward to binge watching her favorite show again but she eventually caved. What was the worst a few hours out on a Friday night could do?

A Lot.

A lot worse…or is this better?

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Y/N flopped on the bed and let out a deep sigh,

“Come on Y/N get the hell up. You promised yourself no outside clothes on the bed.” She spoke to herself before reluctantly getting up and heading to the bathroom. Stripping from her work clothes she messily folded them and dropped them in the basket before steppin into the steamy shower.

You head to their house, deciding to walk since it wasn’t that far away and gas is too high to be driving down the street. Plus it's a nice autumn day full of people making sure their halloween decorations were ready for the night.

A chill ran down your spine as you got closer to the door of your friend's house. Knocking on the door quickly the door swings open and the bright smile of your friend greets you and pulls you inside.

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Playing a few aggressively competitive games of uno, a horror movie marathon and a shit ton of snacks and fast food later. You check the time it was mid-eleven. You really didn't mean to stay over this long but oh well. You stand up and look at your friend.

“I think it's time I should head back home. Thanks for all the snacks and shit.” you walked back to the door to head back home. You walked back to your home the same way you took before, but the air felt thicker and a chill fell down your back. It felt like you were being watched.

You ignored the feeling, walking in the crisp nighttime air. You clutched your jacket closer to your body and you were starting to regret not driving your car.

Maybe I should just call an uber? No no that's too much money, besides it's only a five minute walk, you thought to yourself. You get to your home after a while and unlock…lock. You forgot to lock your door before leaving earlier… well shit it was a careless mistake even though you were sure you locked it.

You open the door and are greeted with the items of your hope nothing seemed missing. That's good right, nothing was stolen so that means you can rest easy.

You were watching a Halloween movie on your TV when your phone rang, it was an unknown number and you decided to pick it up.

“Hello y/n… you like scary movies?” a deep raspy voice spoke on the other line, they also sounded a bit out of breath.

‘Ah so the prank calls are starting’ you thought to yourself.

‘This must be my friend since they knew my name right.’

“Sure I like scary movies, hell I'm watching one right now.” you tell the voice then roll your eyes.

“Wanna play a game.” The voice asked.

“Ok jigsaw.” you responded. The voice didn't say anything for a minute or so before speaking.

“How about you answer this then smartass. If you locked your door before your friend's house, how come it was unlocked when you got back.” The voice taunted with a sinister tone, you must have pissed him off.

“I must have forgotten… wait, how did you know that?”

“Wrong answer doll, try again” a loud bang came from down the hall. Oh shit… you were going to die.

“Are… you in my house?” You didn't want to ask but you had to know.

“Ding ding ding and I brought friends to join the fun.”

Another loud bang happened but this time it was a bit closer.You jump and turn to the source of the sound. You grab the closest thing next to you… which happened to be a fork from the food you were eating.

You look down to grab your phone so you can call the cops but a gloved hand grips your wrist in a tight hold. Your heart stops and drops to your ass in fear. You try to pull away but the masked man only pulls you closer.

“You can't leave just yet, bitch, the fun is just starting.” The man with the ghost mask spoke in a harsh tone. You panic looking around your living room only to almost give yourself whiplash when your eyes meet with a much larger man getting closer. One with a spirit halloween looking mask and the with some old hockey mask.

“Ohshitohshit I’m gonna die,” you thought to yourself as the three surrounded you. Closing the circle around you the man with the ghost mask chuckled.

“How rude of me. These beasts are called Jason and Michael and you can call me ghostface or…whatever that sweet tongue of yours can scream." Ghostface leaned closer as he spoke.

“So you are ready to play a game.” he chuckled and grabbed at your chin, pulling you downwards and forcing you to your knees in the middle of this makeshift circle. The two silent behemoths looked even more dangerous and intimidating than before. Then this ghostface guy was something else but all unpredictable. Yet a small, tiny, itty-bitty part in the deep dark depths of yourself, you found yourself getting turned on.

Michael pulled out a big ass knife that made your heart stop

‘I’m gonna die! Gonna fucking die! This is no time to be horny, I’m gonna fucking die!’ You thought as he brought the knife closer to your skin. You closed your eyes quickly as you expected to feel a shape attack on your skin; an aggressively hot pain to invade your senses, yet none of that happens. You open your eyes and look at what just occurred. Instead you get a quick wave of air as your shirt and bra gets cut open.

Rest in peace to your good comfy bra.

Your arms came up to shield your breasts but it didn’t do much to help. You were frozen in fear, you tried to speak but the words were caught in your throat.

Jason grabs you by the upper neck and makes you look up at them. You let out a shaky breath as your mind goes in overdrive, he has such big hands. Damn these fingers are thick… buuut I‘m about to get choked to death by them so less hot. Jason used his other hand and patted his waist, your eyes following the sound. OH SHIT… Holy SHIT he's hard… HE’S HARD and he’s fucking HUGE. Your eyes widen and your mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry.

“If you're gonna sit there with your mouth open, you could put it to good use,” Ghostface said with a dark chuckle and he shoves you into Jason’s thighs, causing the man to groan almost silently.

The faint sound of his heavy breath behind the mask was surely doing something to you. He takes off his jacket and lets it drop to the floor, leaving him in a black tight-fitting undershirt. It showed off his muscles which only makes him look bigger and hotter.

Your heart feels like it stops as you watch him start to unzip his trousers. Your heart beating in your ears and the faint throbbing in…lower places was completely distracting. I try to shuffle away from him only to get grabbed by the hair by Michael and hold you in place.

“Where did you think you were going slut? I know you want this,” Ghostface grunted the words as he took off his black hoodie revealing his slightly toned body. Probably from all the murdering he does but damn.

Jason pulled his thick girth from his boxers and stroked it with his hand. From his short steps forward his monster meat was practically in your face, you could see each prominent vein on his shaft and how heavy it looked. He rubbed the tip of his against your closed lips, only to have your lips pried open by Ghostface pulling your chin down.

Jason’s dick slipped into your mouth,and your tastebuds greeted with the flavors of his precum.

“No biting… bad girls get punished,” he flashed his knife at you before placing it away.

“Wouldn't want that now would you… or maybe a whore like you would like that mhm.” he tilted his head and you could tell by his tone of voice that he was smirking behind that creepy yet oddly attractive looking mask of his.

But all of that was in the back of your mind when there was a dick in your mouth. Pushing deep into your mouth, hitting into your throat and making you gag a bit. Your eyes watered as you closed them for a moment, and you felt one of his hands snake into your hair. He slowly started to thrust into your mouth and you couldn't help but suck around him in order to keep your saliva from falling down your chin or choking on your own spit.

You slip out of your ripped shirt and bra and let it drop onto the ground. You soon hear the disheveled sound of shuffling fabrics and zippers coming undone to your right and left. Michael and ghostface were clearly enjoying this display and the fact that they're watching me get fucked in the mouth by their friend was hot.

“I've gone nuts…that’s the only way to explain the fact that it feels like my pussy has a heartbeat. I mean like damn it’s pounding like a herd of elephants,” You think to yourself as your tongue swirls around Jason's thick meaty cock. He was most definitely touching that little dangly thing that swings in the back of your throat.

His size was making your jaw hurt and his deep thrust was triggering your gag reflex. You could feel the veins of his cock pulse against your tongue. He was getting ready to bust a load down your throat, it was easy to tell based on the way his head had fallen back with his breath shaky behind the hockey mask and even with how fast and unrhythmic his pace had gotten.

Jason lets out an almost silent moan as his hot seed paints the inside of your mouth. He doesnt pull out until most of his cum has made its way down your throat. Your eyes widen as you see how fast he gets hard again.

‘What kind of refraction time is this shit,” you think to yourself with an anxious face.

“Yeah you better slurp down every drop like a good little slut.” Ghostface lifts you off your knees and you stand with shaky legs. They cut into your pants and underwear with a knife, leaving you completely naked in front of three masked serial killers.Even though you couldn’t see any of their faces you can feel the hungry stares that were definitely giving your bare form.

They make you get back on your knees in the center of them. They all looked so intimidating yet hot, from being on your knees and looking up at him. They all look painfully erect and huge, that’s scary. The three all had their dicks in hand. You get grabbed by the neck by Michael as he holds you in place.

“Looks like Michael is getting impatient. Can’t say I blame him.” he let out a whistle, and he spoke in a cheeky and overly playful voice.

You can tell that Michael’s dick was slightly curved from the way he slapped it on your face. It was heavy enough for you to feel like you were being patted on the face. He was stroking his fat cock against the side of your face as the tip rubbed on your lips. His precum was simmering on your skin.

Ghostface moved closer as you got a look of him. He was shorter than the other two but he was still very much packing. He was lacklusterly rubbing his cock and you see the glint to it. Oh my fucking oh, your eyes widen for a second as you look at his dick. Ghostface has four rows of frenum piercings along the bottom of his shaft. It almost makes your mouth water.

“Damn these slashers are really about to fuck my shit up, and its hot as fuck.” you thought to yourself as they all probably...most likely staring down at your naked body. They were all jerking off above you, your fingers twitched and your thighs rubbed together.

“Fucking hell, it almost looks like your enjoying all this… Are ya are ya.?” Ghostface poked your cheek as he taunted you with a laugh.

You stop yourself from nodding your head at his taunt, even if you wanted to; you just didn't want to admit that aloud or to any of them right now.

“It's ok our little toy, we're not gonna break ya too bad.“ He flicked your titty then giggled.

Michael’s hand squeezes your neck and your hand was quick to go over his. Your eyes started to water and look at the whitish gray mask, it was hard to see him through the black socket but the tears were not helping.

Jason pulls you up to stand, his hands firmly on your waist and the grip around your neck loosens. Myers’ hand moves to gripping your hair instead. You let out a weak whine as you take in air.

“Now lets see what us guys are gonna be working with” Ghostface’s warm gloved hand slides between your legs. His fingers collected your arousal and he played with the sticky wetness.

“Damn you're like a fucking faucet down here, I knew I picked the right slut.” He groaned as his hand went back to your mound, your thighs shut around his hand as you held back a moan. His fingers rubbed firmly at your folds and pinched your clit. You let out a shaky whimper and he chuckled.

You shiver as he keeps fingering you teasingly slow, he thrusted his fingers in you. The tip of his finger felt ever so close to touching your g-spot. The feeling was making your walls flutter around his digits. Michael and Jason were jerking off, watching Ghostface’s expert fingers tipping you over the edge. Your moans escape you as you start to tip over climax, your legs start to quiver. You cum with a groan and then he pulls out of you slowly.

“You're starting to become one of my favorite toys, all the weeks of watching this cute ass finally starting to pay off.” he used his hand covered in your arousal to stroke his abandoned cock. You were a bit in a daze from your climax that you didn't even notice that you were placed back on the ground of your living room.

The three men were materbating over you, and you couldn't help but watch them intently. They cum one after the other onto your naked body; their loads falling onto your tits,face, and thighs. It was hot and you wanted more of it. You lick up the bit that was closest to your mouth, forgetting the situation for a moment.

“Look at you acting like a little whore.”Ghostface bends you over your coffee table. His pierced dick slides over your lower lips. The feeling of his piercing makes you shiver, and his tip starts to get covered in your juices.

He pushes into you with a surprising gentleness that makes you squirm. Arching your back as you almost cum again from just him bottoming you out into you.

Jason held your hand over his dick and was using it to stroke himself. Michael shoves his cock into your mouth, you gag around the length and thick girth. He wasn't giving you any time to breath as he started to fuck getting the back of your throat. His hand was over your throat making you close around his shaft and made it harder for her to breathe.

Ghostface started to thrust into you, his speed matching up with Michael. They were rocking you back and forth between them and all you could hear past your muffled choking was the slaps of skin on skin. The short groans from ghostface or the heavy breaths from Jason and Micheal.

These men really got you like a fleshlight right now… it was only a side effect that you get to cum so much.

You were their toy after all and they were going to use you the way they wanted. Ghostface had your thighs pressed together and locked in his arm as he pounded into you without remorse. It's probably more remorse than what they give to other people so you can’t complain too much. Jason cums into your hand with a faint groan, he stepped back until he became hard again. He moves over to Ghostface and taps his shoulder. The shorter man nods and moves you, much to Michael’s annoyance, the man's plan to cum down your throat fails and he ends up spilling all over your face instead.

“Sorry buddy.” Ghostface snickers.

The men shuffled around you, bending you over in a way that pleases them. Your legs were shaking and your pussy fluttered with emptiness.

Jason starts to push his cock into you ass and you hold back a scream, if he felt big in your mouth her was fucking huge in your ass. He made you feel like you were going to be torn in half. Michael went for your dripping cunt and bottoms out into you. These two men were thrusting into you at opposite times and it all felt like two much.

“Y-you're gonna kill me!” you cry out with a choked moan, it was all so much all at once and none of them seemed like they were going to stop.

“Far from that, we might just keep you, then you can be our bitch whenever we want you to be.” he slides into your mouth and you can taste yourself. He yanked your hair a bit, your walls clenched, they were hitting all your spots relentlessly. You cum again with a muffled squeal, you feel warm liquid run down your trembling legs.

“Who would have thought that you were a squirter? Haven't seen you do that before even when you pleasured yourself” he groaned as your tongue rubbed his tip. You wanted to ask him about his comment, or with the shock that you could squirt in the first place.

They all reached their climax coming inside you, when they pull out their seed starts to pool out of you. You were already covered in their cum. When ghostface pulls out of your mouth you speak in a horse tone.

“So you've been watching me for how long…?” you tried to sound confident even though you were in a daze from borderline overstimulation.

“Oh that it's been a month now, and you were none the wiser.” he pats your head. They drop you on the ground and you look down at your cum covered self.

“You're joking right?” you knew he wasn't joking.

“You already know the answer to that… Now say cheese.” you look up just in time to get the blunt of a flash from a camera. You look like a deer in headlights. The three men got dressed and ghostface showed them the picture he took of you in such a compromising position.

“We’ll be back, little toy.” Then they vanished, leaving you with sore legs and wanting more.

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Ups, wrong brownies (2)

Context: A friend gave you some of his weed and you decided to use it as an ingredient for brownies just for you and made non-weed brownies to share, but someone accidentally took your personal brownies and ate them.

> Asa emory

He didn't consume anything you prepared, apart from being respectful of your things, it wasn't to his taste.

> Tom Hanniger

You had prepared some brownies to give as a gift, and "special brownies" for some friends who might like them more than the "non-special" ones, what you didn't know was that those "friends" were going to make a "prank" to your friend Tom to give him a brownie with weed.

That night there were reports of, in the words of the alleged victims, a "crazy drunk" dressed as a miner trying to attack people near the mine where previously the incident of the explosion and murder of miners working for the Hanniger Mining Company had occurred.

The next day after the reports, one of your friends called you to tell you that Tom was in the hospital for cannabis intoxication according to the doctors after someone found him near his house passed out and in his underwear.

> Chromeskull / Jesse Cromeans

You had prepared "special brownies" for yourself with some weed that a friend had given you to try, Jesse thought it was a good idea for it to be sold and given away as a little extra payment for some customers, so he brought you more good quality weed, you cry a little internally.

> Pinhead / Elliot Spenzer

"This enriches my palate" Elliot says while eating one of your burnt brownies, at least he enjoys it (or do you believe that)

> Candyman / Daniel Robitaille

You had prepared brownies with some weed that some friends had given you with the idea of experiencing what it felt like to be high, since you had some leftover brownie dough and you didn't want to waste it, you decided to prepare it thinking if the spirits could also at least try some foods.

You call Daniel to eat what you had prepared, he tells you that he doesn't need to eat, but at least he can taste it, he takes a piece of your brownies that you showed him, while he watches some of his bees land on the brownie and walk on its surface while Daniel makes sounds as if he is thinking and murmurs some about that piece [*], the bees leave and Daniel takes a bite of the brownie - mh, It's the second sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life - he says, you thought that you put too much sugar in your brownies and you felt very discouraged thinking that but also surprised that there is something sweeter than that, so you asked him what was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted before, he walks towards you leaving a short space between you almost threatening your intimate space - You - he says as he tilts your head up with his hook, before you protest he gives you a kiss on the lips.

You and Daniel spent some time together eating the brownies you had prepared until you started to get sleepy. You thought the weed was having a good relaxing effect on you until something caught your attention, Daniel was the one who ate your "special brownies" and you ate the "non-special brownies", now you have more "doubts" about the spirits.

[*]Note: bees can smell and taste with their feets and antennae

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Ups, wrong brownies neighbor.

Context: A friend gave you some of his weed and you decided to use it as an ingredient for brownies and you made some extras for your neighbor (Asa Emory).

You knew him mainly as the quietest and weird neighbor you had ever had in your life. There was not much interaction with him, but when he talked to you about his knowledge as an entomologist it was something incredible to listen to, thanks to him you understood several things about insects that can help you at some point in life.

Asa, even though he was not very sociable, seemed to be a very busy man, so you decided to prepare some brownies for him when he got home from his "work" taking advantage of the fact that you were going to make brownies with weed to share with friends who would come home to hang out.

It was just getting dark when your friends had arrived before your neighbor, they arrived with beer, snacks and everyone ate some of those brownies that you prepared for your friends, the weed still didn't affect you when your neighbor Asa arrived, you improved your appearance a little and went to bring the brownies that you prepared for him, it took him a while to open the door and greet you, you told your neighbor that you prepared too many brownies and you wanted to share them with him, you felt a little embarrassed when he took your brownies while he thanked you for your "kind gesture" so you looked down, part of his shoes and his pants had dark stains of dubious origin, you say bye and return with your friends.

One of your friends under the influence of weed says he just saw a human figure all in black, the rest of his friends think that he is so high up that he already sees things, and he himself accepts that while laughing, you thought you saw a black figure hanging around your house, you told your friends who also saw it and instead of being scared they were impressed because they were sharing hallucinations.

But as time passed, each time you stopped listening to your friends, you didn't take it seriously because in that state they must have already been sleeping, so you said that you were going to go get blankets and pillows so that they wouldn't catch a cold, in your half-awake state you stepped on something wet and red, you complained that the wine was not easy to remove and that they were going to pay you for everything they had stained with that wine, but no one had brought wine.

After complaining while you went to get blankets, you felt something pulling on your arm, you thought it was one of your friends wanting something, you felt how that "friend" hugged your waist and caressed your head while he clung to his chest, it felt so warm that you closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation, then you felt how your "friend" leaned over so that you could lie down on him a little, now it became a very comfortable situation that you even fell asleep without problem.

Your neighbor Asa not only got brownies that night, he also got a new pet.

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Distraction

(Herman Carter /The Doctor x Reader)

You wanted to help your "friends" (survivors) thinking that keeping the murderer away from them was a good idea, you trusted your escape skills, but you hadn't considered your distraction skills.

While you thought about how to keep the killer distracted, you visualized the Doctor far away from you, you were alone at that moment and hidden so as not to show your presence, you could easily escape, but that is not your plan, also from the beginning you didn't have any plan, you thought about some prayers and went out to do your "distraction" trying to eliminate your fear while you approached the doctor from his back.

-Hey! Doctor!- You said loudly, pretending to challenge him while you ignored your nausea caused by the anxiety of the moment. The doctor stops, his posture does not seem to be that of someone surprised, you do not know if you should be offended by that, but when you see the doctor turn to look at you in a calm and curious way, felt that your ancestors they prayed for you.

Trying to stay with a defiant energy you say -Yes! you! Electrocut me this! - while you point to your pelvic area.

Maybe it wasn't your best performance, although you think there was a slight change of expression on the doctor's face, you weren't sure what kind of expression it was, but you saw that the doctor began to take his first steps towards you.

-Wait, I have to make sure I have his attention and get him away- you thought but the doctor had not taken more than 5 steps and you had already started running while asking for forgiveness as if your life depended on it and sounding like a scared rabbit.

Congratulations, now the doctor can't stop thinking of you as a rabbit to experiment on.

[sanguinellojuice]

Ups, wrong brownies (House of Wax)

(sorry for my bad English)

Context: A friend gave you some of his marijuana and you decided to use it as an ingredient for brownies just for you and made non-marijuana brownies to share, but someone accidentally took your personal brownies and ate them.

> Bo Sinclair

You made brownies for you and the sinclair brothers, you went out to take vincent and lester brownies, but when you returned to the kitchen you didn't find the brownies that you had made just for you.

y/n: Bo, have you seen my...-?

Bo with chocolate in the mouth: (in a dissociative state)

y/n: Bo, are you okay!?

Bo: I'm not gay!

> Vicent Sinclair

y/n: Vincent, I'm here for the brownies that I brought you! I'm sorry, I accidentally brought you mine, where are you?

Vincent: (silently staring at a blank canvas)

y/n: Vincent?

Vincent: (silently staring at a blank canvas)

y/n: Vinny?

Vincent: (silently staring at a blank canvas)

y/n: ...?

Vincent: (silently staring at a blank canvas)

y/n: okay... I'll look for it myself

> Lester Sinclair

y/n: Lester, do you have the brownie that i gave you? I think I gave you the wrong one

Lester: No, a raccoon took it and ate it, sorry for that

y/n: oh ok, no problem...

Lester: y/n, look! is that raccoon!

y/n: where?

Raccoon: (staggering and showing teeth like smiling)

Lester: (laughing)

y/n: oh my...

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Ups, wrong brownies

(sorry for my bad English)

Context: A friend gave you some of his marijuana and you decided to use it as an ingredient for brownies just for you and made non-marijuana brownies to share, but someone accidentally took your personal brownies and ate them.

> Michael Myers

Your brownies with marijuana disappeared after leaving the house for a while but you found a Michael Myers sitting on the sofa in the living room, you didn't expect him to show up very early so you didn't worry about hiding your personal brownies. You peeked behind a wall looking a wall with knife rips and a lamp lying on the floor. A fight? Was anyone else here?

-Michael? - You asked with concern, fearing that Michael has eaten your brownies and suffered the effects of marijuana, Michael didn't answer, you called him away again to see if somehow he was okay.

You looked at Michael for a moment until you realized that he was moving, he was slowly moving his head in your direction, much slower than he normally would.

- Did you... eat brownies? - You asked with more concern, you don't know why you asked as if he was going to answer something, but your intuition said that he definitely did, then you started to hear a strange sound, it was a very low sound but with the silence that was between you 2 at that moment it began to be noticed, the sound was repetitive, like a short and agitated breath.

You looked in all directions looking for the sound, you thought it was your imagination until you looked at Michael in more detail, his chest expanded and contracted slightly quickly, his movements were hardly noticeable, wait... Michael was laughing?

Without saying anything you slowly walked away from there to return to your daily activities trying to ignore a so high Michael Myer in your living room.

> Jason Voorhess

You thought you had hidden your "medicated" brownies well while you were making normal brownies, Jason had gone for a walk around the camp while you were baking so you didn't imagine that he would consume your brownies, worried that he would consume your brownies you went looking for him.

You found Jason sitting and hunched on the shore of the lake, you approached him and you saw that there was something covered in a towel in his arms. You spoke to him to get his attention, but you see that he was hugging tightly what was in his arms while his shoulders were shaking, wait, was he crying!?

- Jason, are you okay!? what happen!?- you asked him worried.

You taught Jason sign language to facilitate communication, so with trembling hands he explained that while he was walking through the camp, he saw you submerged on the shore of the lake, when he saw that you weren't moving he thought you had drowned, ran to get you out of there, looked a towel and covered you to warm you up, but he could no can't feel your breathing and the beating of your heart.

After telling you what happened, he proceeded to hug a trunk with a towel while crying thinking that you were the trunk, after that you see something in Jason's pocket, it was a wrapper from your "medicated" brownies.

> Freddy Krueger

He asked you annoyed because you had stayed up all night, that wasn't true, you just ate brownies with marijuana and you slept so well that you didn't dream that night.

> Brahms Heelshire

You try to keep your "special" brownies out of Brahms' reach, but you failed, now you must put up with a Brahms arguing with his doll about how only you are for him, how special you are and how you love him.

[sanguinellojuice]

My future husband asks me why I'm in love with him, he tells me that there is nothing attractive about his appearance, his tastes, interests and his way of communicating... well, he knows that I like horror movies but not as a slahser fucker , and I don't want to tell him that he reminds me (headcanon) to Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Jason Voorhees, If they attract me, why not him? It's hard to explain it to him.

[sanguinellojuice]

Distracción (DBD)

(Versión: Herman Carter)

Querías ayudar a tus compañeros pensando que mantener al asesino alejado de ellos era buena idea, confiabas en tus habilidades de escape, pero no habías considerado tus habilidades de distracción.

Mientras pensabas en cómo mantener al asesino distraído y alejado de tus compañeros logras a visualizar al Doctor dirigiéndose al área donde tus compañeros se mantenían ocupados, estabas solo en ese momento y escondido como para no mostrar tu presencia, podrías escapar fácilmente, pero ese no era tu plan, además, desde un inicio no tenías ningún plan, pensaste en algunas plegarias y saliste a hacer tu acto de "distracción" intentando eliminar tu miedo mientras te acercabas al doctor desde sus espaldas.

-¡Hey! ¡Doctor!- Dijiste con voz alta pretendiendo desafiarlo mientras ignorabas tus nauseas provocada por la ansiedad del momento.

El doctor se detiene, su postura no parece ser la de alguien sorprendido, no sabes si deberías ofenderte por eso, pero cuando vez al doctor voltear a verte de forma tranquila y curiosa habías deseado nunca salir de tu escondide, incluso hasta sentiste que tus antepasados rezaron por ti.

Tratando de mantener esa energía desafiante dices -¡Si! ¡tu! ¡Electrocútame esta!- mientras haces señas a tu zona pélvica.

Quizás no era tu mejor actuación, aunque crees que hubo un ligero cambio de expresión en el rostro del doctor no estabas seguro de que tipo de expresión era, pero al ver que el doctor empezó a dar sus primeros pasos hacia a ti pensaste en no quedarte en averiguarlo.

-Espera, debo asegurarme en tener su atención y alejarlo de mis compañeros- pensaste mientras te ahogabas en tu propio pánico, el doctor no había dado más de 5 pasos y ya habías empezado a correr mientras pedias perdón como si tu vida dependiera de ello.

Mientras tanto, algunos compañeros tuyos se sentían mal al pensar que un conejo había sido herido, pero solo eran tus chillidos de terror que hacías mientras intentabas huir del doctor.

Felicitaciones, ahora el doctor no deja de pensar en ti como un conejo para experimentar.

[sanguinellojuice]

Música en casa (Brahms x tu)

La música clásica no podía faltar en la casa, el problema es que no eres fan de ese género musical, pero para mantener a Brahms satisfecho soportarías las sinfonías clásicas que resonaban por las habitaciones mientras te encargabas en sacudir el polvo de los muebles, por suerte, no has perdido tu cordura gracias a la música que has guardado en tu teléfono, colocas tus audífonos y procedes con la limpieza.

No sabes si te has concentrado más en la limpieza o en la música como para bailar y cantar mientras limpias, pero lo que si sabes, es que tu playlist, sin importar que tan aleatorio este, es un gran descanso para tus oídos, una sensación tan dulce que te alegra el momento como para desconectarte de la realidad.

-Starships were meant to fly, hands up and touch the sky, can't stop, we're higher than a motherfucker!- cantabas en voz alta y al ritmo de la cancion mientras Johann Pachelbel sonaba al fondo, Brahms escucho tu "encantadora" voz y se detuvo a observarte mientras pensaba en como un ser hermoso como tu puede cantar esas barbaridades.