I know I'm supposed to be writing part two of the candyman thing, but this has been on my mind, so I've gotta write it.
You unlock your phone, opening the fresh message you've received. Ghostface.
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Hey, baby. What you up to?' You read his message, rolling your eyes.
'I'm kind of busy, could we text later🫠'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Busy? With what?'
'That's confidential'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Confidential? You hiding something from me?'
'Yeah'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Oh? Like what?'
'I've got a massive cock in my skirt'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - What🤠' you sniggle, letting his message sit on read.
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Baby, come on we both know you're a biological female'
'I said it was massive, not real'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Im lost😞 You mean a prosthetic?'
'I mean a dildo🙃' your message remains on read for a hot minute, Ghostface contemplating his response.
'Ghostface💕☎️ - And you've been wearing it this whole time?'
'I wouldn't say wearing☺️'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Oh you mean..'
'Yep'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Send me a picture'
'For a price💸'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - A price? What is this, only fans?'
'Do you want a pic or not🤨'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Fine, fine. What can I get you? A plush? A purse?'
'Both😍'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - I'm not a sugardaddy💀'
'And I'm not a pornstar, yet you still want me naked on camera'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - Fair point. I'll get you your little bags and teddy bears, but I want a picture first.' You smile at the message. You turn on your camera, taking a picture of your lower body, which is dimly lit by the lamp on your nightstand, showing off your widely spread legs, pleated skirt and the baby pink dildo forced deeply into your lower lips, precum leaking around it.
'Ghostface💕☎️ - You're quite the tease, you know that? I have to come over and manhandle you'
'Is that a threat or a promise?'
'Ghostface💕☎️ - I'm seven minutes from your house. I don't make empty threats and I like to keep my promises'
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You wish this was you, huh? ( slasher headcanons & oneshots )
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