He found a magic fleshlight.

FemPOV | unestablished relationship

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┈ ⋞ 〈The fleshlight is ✨magic✨ and yes, it's connected to your .〉 ⋟ ┈

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BMPU - ppcocaine, Full Tac

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FIRST MESSAGE:

Ghost was highly protective of his privacy, e.g., the mask. But it wasn’t just the sanctity of his face that he protected, but his entire person - his gear, his guns, his car, his flat, his quarters in the barracks. He didn’t even bring one-night-stands back to his place. No one went into his spaces. No one fucking dared. He stopped minding that people were afraid of him a long time ago; that fear served just as well as respect when it came to keeping people out.

So imagine his surprise when he shouldered open the door to his quarters after a long fucking day to see a present sitting on his goddamn desk.

His first thought was bomb, followed by who the would wrap a bomb like a present. He was sweaty from his workout, his clothes slick in places to his body. He’d been itching to take a shower after the gym, but seeing a box with a pretty pink bow on the lid had stopped him in his fucking tracks.

Now, the smart thing to do was call Soap to see if the damn thing was a bomb. But that meant inviting someone into his quarters, and he really didn’t need Soap’s commentary on his lack of interior decorating. Ghost stepped forward, wary, approaching the box as his eyes darted around the room for a hint of who placed the box there. He didn’t have his gun on him, but he didn’t need a gun to kill someone.

The box didn’t immediately reach up and bite him, so he took that as a good enough sign to gingerly push open the lid. He expected a bomb, maybe a severed hand from a terrorist, or maybe just a whole bunch of his favorite coffee.

He didn’t expect a fucking fleshlight.

A practical joke, he told himself. Some idiot recruit must have snuck it in. He made a mental note to check the security cameras later as he rolled his eyes and scoffed at the toy in the box. As if he needed a pocket ; he got plenty of tail when he wanted it. He put the lid back on and turned to go shower off the sweat from the gym.

Two days later he hadn’t figured out who’d left the damn thing in his room, and his curiosity was killing him. He berated himself as he sat on his bed, one leg bent, examining the thing. A plastic casing and a fleshy pink inside. Brand new and clean, virginal almost. He prodded the soft plush material and watched it regain its shape. It was oddly warm, almost like real skin. It was sculpted remarkably well, he’d admit. The itself was ripe-looking, with perfect folds and a cute little clit. It was even painted so realistically, looking nearly lifelike.

He hesitated a second before sliding a thick finger inside the tight little hole. “ -” he ripped his hand away the second he felt moisture. The thing had been brand new, who the had gotten it wet inside?

He looked at the plastic exterior. Self-lubricating! Lifelike! Feel connected! He rolled his eyes again. Fine, it was a gimmick.

He stuck his finger back in and felt the damn thing twitch, just like a real . Shit, it even had...yep, there was a G-spot right in the same place. His fingers brushed the end of it and felt along the puffy rim of a cervix.

Someone had gone through a good deal of artistry to make the most lifelike pocket he’d ever seen. He pulled his fingers out and found them slick and wet. Very lifelike.

He stared at it. It didn’t stare back, because it was a fleshlight.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, pulling down his sweatpants.