Inspired by [this] post by @total-killer-brainrot
Imagine sharing a wall with ghost now that you practically live on base, walls too thin to really keep any privacy, right?
You hear everything that happens in ghosts room, and sometimes you can even hear when he's watching a nature documentary at three in the morning.
"Fuckin' hell..." it also means you can hear him pleasure himself.
You know that ghost has a fleshlight of some sort he uses, and christ you can't help but imagine what it he looks like using it. Wet squelches and grunts travel across your wall, accompanied by the occasional "yeah, there you go, love. Jus' like that–" when he gets really into the fantasy.
You've seen ghosts cock before, impossible not to when you work with him so often.
Thick, physically heavy with the way it hangs between his legs even soft. There's the faintest thatch of dirty blonde hair, cute when paired with his loose foreskin. A nice rosyness—
"Fuckkkk!! Yeah, yes—" ghost grunts, and you imagine his back arching off the bed with the sheer pleasure in his voice. What you wouldn't give to see him all flushed and desperate. "Mghhh–! Ahhh–!!"
Ah, a quick one today. The thought makes you flush, both embarrassed and oddly proud that you know exactly how ghosts day has been based off the sounds of his jerking off.
You settle in to hear him clean up and....oh? No sound of drawers sliding open, or water running in his bathroom, or...anything. a quick zipper, the latch of his door.
Ghosts fleshlight....freshly used...sitting in his unlocked room.
You shouldn't. It's an invasion of privacy. Its fucking perverted. Its disgusting and will certainly get you killed if anyone finds out.
....you stand up. Your impulse control has never been great.
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