Anyone interested in a swap? I’m terrible at digital drawing but I want to have a custom pfp, and I can write…. So does anyone wanna do a swap? A story (hopefully g/t of some kind) with whatever prompt you want for a custom pfp?
no but why didn't anyone ever tell me how funny being on grindr is. i installed it out of curiosity and to see what other apps were like and so far i've already had blank profiles persistently ask me to trade pics w them & it is so comical to me idk why
Ghostie boy is wearing a black suit in this one. Why? Because it's hot.
Y/n pov:
I put my keys on the counter and shrugged off my bag. I'd had a stressful day at the hospital. Some wacko keeps murdering kids here and I tried unsuccessfully to save the most recent victim. The damn killers just keep popping up like weeds. There's this one girl I treated a couple years ago, she was a survivor of the killers. I couldn't imagine being her age and beating a Ghostface. She lost so many of her friends because of the situation.
I grab a bottle of vodka from the freezer and head to my room down the hall. I take a swig before I undress and change into some lingerie. Looking into the mirror I understand why my boyfriend Dylan bought it. It makes my boobs look much bigger than they are. I take a few pictures and then I walk away from my mirror and grab my robe to put it on.I then leave my phone on my dresser.
I pick up the bottle of vodka and stare at my phone as I wait for Dylans call. I miss him so badly but he'll be home in a week. Stupid him for being in a band and stupid band for being suddenly popular. Plus it didn't help me being constantly horny all the time.
ring ring ring
I jump up from my bed, open robe flowing behind me. I snatch my phone from my dresser. Huh? It's an unknown number. I walk back to my bed with the phone and lay down before answering because it's the time he said he'd call anyway.
"No need to call me with an unknown number, mon trésor" I say. "I'm so excited for our call I even put on the underwear you sent me. You did a good job picking it out."
"I did" I hear him say. God his voice sounds a mess from singing it's much deeper than normal.
"Mhm yes you did. Hey I just want you to know I'm so wet for you right now," I say and I hear his breath hitch. God I just love his reactions to the things I say.
"Really," He asks.
"Yes I am. I wish you could see but maybe hearing me moan will work for now," I say. I move my left hand into my underwear and begin to rub small circles on my clit. I let out a low groan and I hear him suck in a breath. I slip my middle and ring finger inside my pussy and I start pumping in and out. Oh fuck. I haven't masturbated in a long time I forgot how good it could feel. My back arches when my fingers hit a certain spot.
"I'm fucking myself so good my back is arching. I wish you were the one doing it pretty boy," I say.
"I know I can see you through your window pretty girl" He responds. I sit straight up.
"What," I breath out. I lean over and look out the window thats next to my bed. There's no way he's here. Last time I checked he was in Boston. I would've known if he bought a plane ticket since we share a bank account.
"You know I think red is a very suiting color for you," He says and that's when I hear it. It's not Dylan.
"Who the fuck are you and how did you get my number you prick," I yell into my phone.
"I think you know bunny," He says. That was Dylan's nickname for me. How in the fuck? Screw this I hang up and toss my phone across my room. I reach over and make sure my window is locked. It is.
Oh shit.
I never set my alarm system back up after coming back in the house. I get up and run to the front of the house. I find the pad and put my pass code in. I hear a thud and look to my left. Oh my fucking god. It's him, it's Ghostface. I back up from the door and walk backwards to my room. When I get inside I slam and lock my door. I run to my window and shut my curtains. If he gets in I can fight him, I can do this. Shit I need to call the police. Where's my phone? I look around and finally find it on the ground by my closet. As I pick it up I feel nervous that it might be cracked. I turn it over in my hand. Oh god it completely shattered when I tossed it.
Shit shit shit shit.
Oh god what am I gonna do? I can't leave. I don't know where he is. I take a breath in and try calm down. I walk to my side table and open my drawer my knives are still there. I grab one and I hear a shattering noise. He's coming. I put another knife under my pillow just in case. I get down and peer through the crack at the bottom of my door. I see black boots coming this way. Shit.
I crawl over to my window and open it, then I crawl to my closet and get inside. I silently close the door and hide in the back of my closet.
Boom
I flinch as I hear him kick the door down. I hear heavy footsteps come in and stop. I hold my breathe. Please work please work please work. The closet door flings open and he grabs me by the throat. I'm picked up and thrown across the room to the foot of my bed.
I wince as I sit up. He's standing over me and he's got a knife to my throat.
"Oh a knife? Are you flirting with me?" I ask.
"Are you really making a joke right now," He asks in return.
"Yes I'm nervous," I respond.
"I will make a wind chime out of all your bones and hang it next to your grave," He growls. I start to slowly pull out my knife.
"By the way love your pants but they look a little holey," I say.
"What," He says and then I jab him and slice up his thigh. He stumbles backwards and hits the ground on his knees.
"Oops that's gonna leave a scar," I say and take off running. My heart is hammering in my chest. I make it to the front door and right as I'm about to open it my head is slammed into the door. I fall on my back and groan. I flip over and try to crawl to the door but he grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me back into my room. He picks me up and throws me onto my bed.
"Stay there god damn it! Where are you medical supplies," He says crossing his arms.
"I'm not telling you," I say mocking his pose.
"Fine I'll just kill you then. I was gonna be nice and at least not get blood everywhere but fuck it," He says and pulls his own knife back out.
"Wait wait wait," I yell.
"Whaatt," He groans.
"How about we make a deal? I fix you up and I don't know maybe give you some head, and you don't slit my throat or whatever fun gruesome stuff you have planned," I say holding up my hands in surrender .
"You want to blow me," He asks.
"Dude I'll do whatever you want as long as you don't kill me," I respond.
"Sure I guess. I have actually been horny since your little phone sex session," He says.
"Okay good. Cool. I'm gonna get up and grab medical supplies. I'm not gonna run. I'm slow as hell you'll just catch me again," I say and slide off my bed.
I walk to my bathroom and he's right behind me. I reach up into the cabinet and grab the first aid kit. I turn to him.
"Your gonna have to pull your pants down or I can cut the pant leg off," I say looking at him. He chuckles before speaking.
"Trying to get my pants down already huh,"
"I will dig my fingers in to your stab wound. Do not try me," I say glaring at him.
"Oh I like you," He says leaning forward till my face and his mask are inches apart. His fingers reach out and gather the fabric of my robe. As if he's just noticing it.
"Still need your pants off sir," I say again. He pulls back away from me and takes the belt he has on off. With one hand. Okay Mr. Freak. He tosses it to the side. Then he kicks off his boots and then slides his slacks off. "Lean back against the sink for me," I ask.
He does it and I kneel down in front of him. I grab some wipes from the kit and begin to wipe off the blood. I hear him wince as the alcohol hits the stab wound. Once I remove all the blood I can actually see the wound and it's not that bad, I didn't hit anything important. I grab my needle driver, tissue forceps, scissors, needle, and thread.
"You should grab that belt and bite down on it, so you don't scream," I say as I use the tissue forceps to gather the skin around the wound so I could stitch him up.
"I'll be fine," He says.
"Okay whatever you say mocho man," I say as I get some thread into the needle. I line up the needle and push the needle through the skin at a 90-degree angle about a centimeter to the right of the wound. He winces slightly but doesn't really react other than that. When I've gone deep enough,I twist my hand clockwise so that the needle starts coming up on the other side of the wound. I need the needle to come out straight across from the first needle hole. When the needle comes out on the other side of the wound, I unlock the needle driver, reattach it near the tip of the needle, and pull until I have about 1-2 inches of thread left on the right side of the wound. I release the needle and use my left hand to hold the thread on the left side of the needle and wrap twice around the tip of the needle holder. I slightly open the needle holder and grab that 1-2″ of thread on the right side of the wound. Using my left hand, I pull the long part of the thread. The part of the thread wrapped around the needle holder slides off. I've created a simple overhand knot with two loops.
This is what doctors call a "first throw." I tighten things so that the tissue is just touching and make sure the knot is lying flat. Time for the "second throw." Using my left hand, I hold the long end of the thread and wrap it around the needle driver clockwise. Slightly opening the needle driver, I grab the short end of the thread. I then use my left hand, to pull the long part of the thread. You'll finish off your surgeon's knot with another overhand knot. Repeating a "throw"one more time to really create a secure knot. Instead of wrapping the thread clockwise around the needle driver, I wrap it counter-clockwise. This will prevent the knot from slipping. I cut the excess thread. I repeat the process six more times leaving about a quarter of an inch in between each suture.
I set everything down and look up at him. He's white knuckling the sink but he really didn't make much noise at all beside the initial wince. Should've made it hurt more.
"Surprisingly nicely done," He says looking down at his leg.
"It better be I didn't suffer through med school to be a surgeon for nothing," I retort.
HEEEEEEY!!!
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