Can I request HC’s for walking in on the ghosts and accidentally catching them masturbating?
Sorry for the late reply. I had imaging done and an appointment with my hematologist. 22 tubes of blood knocked me into a coma!
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Keegan’s quiet. Serious. Calculated.
Which is why it’s a shock when you peek through the cracked door of his quarters and see him on his knees in front of the bed, shirtless, flushed, rutting into his fist.
Your panties, your panties, are stuffed in his mouth just to get a taste of you. He knows it's sick and he shouldn't have taken your clothes from the hamper but god… he lives the taste of you. Your panties are muffling his low grunts as his hips twitch.
He doesn’t notice you at first. He’s so focused, so lost in it.
But then he hears the faint creak of the floor.
He freezes. Then, stone-faced, not a word, he pulls the panties from his mouth, walks over, hands them to you, and shuts the door.
You don’t speak of it. But you definitely notice your underwear keeps disappearing after laundry.
Ajax is passionate, loud, and a total himbo, but once he finishes? It’s game over.
You walk into his room and find him completely naked, covered in cum, abs streaked, hand still loosely wrapped around his softening dick…
Snoring faintly, mouth slightly open.
His brows are furrowed like he was really into it, but the man nutted so hard he knocked himself unconscious.
You just stand there in stunned silence. Do you cover him? Leave him? Steal his blanket?
Either way, he has no idea you ever saw him. Unless you tease him about it later, and then he just goes, “Wait WHAT? You saw that? …Was I impressive at least?”
Kick's in bed, lights low, headphones around his neck, phone screen still lit with something definitely not safe for work.
You come in without knocking, thinking he's just working late.
He looks up as you catch him mid-stroke, his cock thick in his hand.
No flinch. No panic. He just gives you a look.
Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t stop.
Just blinks, smirks, and keeps stroking. Slow, deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
“Didn’t say you had to leave,” he says, voice low and playful. “Kinda like the way you look when you’re speechless.”
He leans back a little further, giving you a full view, letting out a soft groan like he’s performing just for you.
If you stay frozen, he tilts his head: “Come on, sweetheart. You already caught me, might as well enjoy the show.”
You open Merrick’s door to ask a question and freeze.
He’s lounging in bed, completely naked, cock in hand, chest heaving.
But he doesn’t even look surprised to see you.
“There you are,” he grins, voice deep and warm, “get in here.”
Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t beg. Just opens his arms.
“C’mere, sweetheart. Help me out.”
You stammer, but you’re already moving, because that voice, that confidence, it drags you under like a riptide.
He always wanted you to walk in on him.
Now that you have? He’s not wasting the opportunity.
Poor Logan. Sweet, broody Logan.
He’s under the blanket, flushed, breathing heavy, hips twitching just a little.
You catch the shape of his cock tenting the sheets, huge. Leaking.
His hand freezes the second he notices you.
“Shit…! I didn’t…fuck-” he tries to cover himself, but the bulge only gets more obvious.
His face is crimson. He can’t meet your eyes.
You, on the other hand, can’t look away. Something about his helplessness makes your thighs press together.
You shut the door behind you and crawl onto the bed.
“Let me help you,” you whisper, pulling the blanket down.
Logan gasps as you wrap your lips around his cock, his head falling back in disbelief, soft moans escaping before he can stop them.
You walk in on Hesh mid-moan, hips snapping up, jerking into his fist like he’s fucking it, panting and sweating.
“Fuck…your pussy…your tight fuckin’ ~oh fuck…”
His eyes open as you step in, and he doesn’t stop.
“Please! fuck, just show me somethin’. Anything,” he begs, voice cracking.
“Lift your shirt! Take off your pants! please, fuck, I’m so close! been thinkin’ about you all week”
You don’t even get the chance to leave. He’s begging.
And if you give in? If you show him just a sliver of skin?
He loses it, gasping, crying out your name like it’s a prayer. Pathetic little pup he is.
