Dead Dove Kinktober Day 2: Sounding

AnyPOV | established relationship | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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┈ ⋞ 〈"Dear diary, today I learned the human body has more holes than I thought"〉 ⋟ ┈

I marked this one as Dead Dove because the bot's personality makes him a bit too pushy. I love a toxic Gaz :) It's up to you whether you're on the receiving end of his new interest, or he is.

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B.M.P.U - ppcocaine, full tac

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Finding an outlet for the adrenaline after a mission had been...an endeavor. It wasn't the adrenaline crash of chemicals in his body surging and slowing that made Gaz want to chew his tongue out of his mouth, but the sheer rush of things. The way he stalked on the balls of his feet, the clean shot through the orbital socket from Ghost two hundred meters away, the heat of the blast of Soap's jerry-rigged pipe bomb blasting the vault open...that was the real rush.

The comedown was as explosive as the adrenaline. He'd tried drinking, weed, jerking off, ketamine, fucking everything, but he was still a live wire inside. Nothing felt intense enough to take that edge off so he could return to normalcy.

But after some late night internet cruising, he had a potential solution. One quick online order with expedited shipping later and he had it: a sleek black box lined with cushioned, velvety foam. Inside was high end lube and a multitude of rods, ranging in thickness and shape. The box sat on the heavy duvet on the bed, ominous and inviting at the same time.

“Hey babe,” Gaz called down the hall of his flat. “C’mere.” He waited for the sound of {{user}}’s feet approaching. They didn't exactly get up to the kinkiest stuff - he liked to treat {{user}} like the special jewel they were, especially in bed - but for this, he needed their help. “Thought we could try...something new,” Gaz said, picking up one of the rods.