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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months ago

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Cat boy lads things

Rafayel is the type of car boy who’d occupy your lap more often than not and will become pouty when your attention isn’t fully on him, so much so to the point where he’ll act like you’ve been neglecting him. (This is a false statement)

He’s the king of the side eye. He’s judging you but he’s not silent about it either and he will move to the other side of the room, however he’ll think that you’ll come after him and get pouty when you don’t.

He’s sending all kinds of signals and all of them contradict the other and yet he still expects you to know what he was conveying…for someone who hates cats he shares a lot more in common with them then he’d like to admit.

Zayne is the type of cat boy who is secretly obsessed with you and would do just about anything you’d ask of him.

He’s more than willing to wait on hand and foot for you, all the while reminding you of his loyalty and fondness for you when in close proximity of you. It’s extremely intimate with how close your faces were from each other, feeling his breath fan across your face.

He’s the calmest out of all of the cat boys and the most well behaved as he can be found next to you, casually grooming his tail and ears while chaos ensues throughout the room. He’s kinda low maintenance but you give him attention and affection regardless just to see him smile and purr against your lips.

Xavier the little freak is the kind of cat boy who will be calm with the hand dealt with him but thrives off of you touching his ears and tail, regardless of how sensitive both of them were, he just likes the feel of your hands touching him while he becomes a little warm under the collar.

However he’s also the type to be found fast asleep in some weird places and in weird situations. He sleeps like he’s dead and it concerns you greatly as you spend the next ten minutes trying to wake him up, internally freaking out, only for him to wake up completely unbothered.

He kneads your chest…a lot…that is all. The little freak. (Affectionate)

Sylus is a gentlemanly cat boy who always had a pension for mischief either the way it glimmered in his eyes as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

He uses his tail to grasp your wrist or even brush again your waist as he’s walking past, his ears pricking up at the sound of your little hitches of breath, and a knowing smile is stretched across his lips as he raises a brow at you.

You hated him for making you feel like this but you didn’t at the same time.

He will rub his scent on you if he smells another cat boy on you, not out of possessiveness or overprotectiveness, he just really doesn’t want you smelling like other cat boys. However this isn’t much of a problem when his scent away them away anyway from you anyway.

Bonus cat boys;

Kieran and Luke are the two shits who makes life infinitely harder.

They will think it’s funny to knock shit over, while your watching them do so no less, and or start biting and tugging at your clothes relentlessly until you threaten to spray water on them for being little shits.

Somehow they get their tails knotted together…how you don’t bother to ask as it’s already a headache with them saying that while they’re twins, they rather liked have their own independence separate form the other.

There the type lie their bodies across your body while you sleep, making you wonder what the fuck is that unnecessary weight coming from, only to open your eyes and see these two dummies smiling back at you with matching Cheshire grins. That or use their tails to tickle your nose as a prank or even rest their heads close to you so you could feel the twitching of their ears at every subtle sound.

They have to sleep on either side of you, those are the rules and you have to abide by them if you don’t want them being little shits.

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unluckiestmember · 11 months ago

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Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

If you have any requests for Arcane, X-Men '97 or Blue Eye Samurai, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay safe, stay hydrated and have a good day!

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hueseok · 4 months ago

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can’t stop thinking about boyfriend!yoongi who in a way, found his match with you.

for decades, his oldest friends always teased him for being the textbook definition of ‘nonchalant’, labeling him as a stoic man who loved to pretend that he didn’t care about anything—even though in reality, there were always a few tells that made it obvious that he did.

he was the type of guy who made it seem like he didn’t care if you forgot about his birthday, but would send a joke afterwards saying that he was disappointed that you didn’t remember.

or the type who acted like it didn’t matter to him if the meal he worked hard on cooking tasted delicious for your taste buds, only to grin really wide as soon as you complimented him and uttered a string of praises afterwards.

it was an endearing quality of yoongi’s, a rather fascinating trait that also became the butt of the joke at times whenever the topic was his love life and his bad luck when it came to relationships.

“you can come off as emotionally unavailable,” hoseok told him over beer once. “ladies don’t like that. they want men who can tell them how special they are.”

“isn’t it enough that i show it?” yoongi asked, having just been dumped by the girl he was dating. “i mean, i drive her to work every single day. i fetch her from work whenever i can too. i buy her stuff if it’s necessary, like shampoo or paper towels.”

hoseok stared at him. “paper towels?”

“yeah.”

“wow. i take it all back. you are the most romantic man on the planet.”

yoongi rolled his eyes at the sarcasm. “she mentioned she was running out of them so i bought more for her.”

“are you her dad or something?”

“i heard ladies like a provider.”

“yes, but not in that sense. it’s more like… you get the bill whenever you’re having lunch or dinner at a restaurant, or buying her a bag she’s been eyeing, or paying for her nails when she gets them done. doing all of that without not being asked is the key aspect of it, really.”

“how do you know this stuff?”

hoseok shrugged. “i have an older sister,” he says. “also, i’m engaged to my girlfriend of 6 years. being in a relationship that long ought to teach you a lot.”

thanks to that conversation, yoongi began understanding what it really meant to be a great and affectionate boyfriend without sacrificing his rather reserved personality. he knew what the right gestures to do, what the right things to say, what the right gifts to buy—and he did all of that with utmost sincerity, genuinely wanting to be a better partner for his current girlfriend, which also happened to be you.

the funny thing, though?

you couldn’t seem to recognize the nice boyfriend things yoongi was doing and how much he improved compared to his last relationship.

you were just… independent, he thought. a strong woman who didn’t like to be coddled and didn’t like asking help from anyone regardless of how much you may be already struggling. he had a realization that you were naturally like this because of the stories you used to tell him that made him understand that you just weren’t used to relying on others, a trait that he didn’t have an issue with and sometimes even admired.

however, he couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t sometimes frustrating as well.

for example, just last week, the both of you had a semi-big fight because of how you constantly insisted on changing the broken lightbulb in your bedroom yourself even though yoongi was already telling you that he could do it instead. in the end, since you were stubborn as hell, you still tried changing it on your own but had a very minor injury due to falling off the stool you were standing on for extra height.

yoongi was furious when he found out, and you ultimately became furious because it seemed like he was being unfair to you, the negative energy impacting your mood and rationality that you didn’t get how he was more mad on the fact that you let your pride get to you than just asking for his damn help for the freaking lightbulb.

when the both of you calmed down and said your apologies, yoongi took your hands and looked directly in your eyes. “babe, you have to start depending on me,” he said.

the straightforwardness caught you off guard. “huh?”

“i mean…” you felt him squeeze your fingers softly, “i understand that you’re used to doing things all on your own… how you don’t like being treated like some baby… but that shouldn’t be the case with me, okay? i’m here to take care of you, to always help you with whatever you need.”

you opened your mouth, about to say something he knew was not going to align with his point, so he took the liberty to cut you off.

“i’m serious. you know what i’m talking about. let me take care of you, ____.”

“but—” you couldn’t continue with your sentence, a wave of emotions suddenly flooding you that made your throat tighten and voice quiver as you began speaking again— “how? i… i don’t—i just… you don’t need to. i don’t want to be a burden.”

yoongi gave you a look, a mixture of fondness and disbelief. “you? a burden?”

“yeah. you don’t need to take care of me.”

“i’m well aware that you’re a grown woman who doesn’t need taking care of.” he joked. “but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to do it. that’s why if i were you, i would just start depending on my poor boyfriend and learn how to be comfortable in being taken care of because it’s definitely how things are going to be now that he’s here.”

you snorted at the use of third person. “fine,” you sniffled, “okay, i’ll try to be better at asking for help next time.”

he sighed in relief, releasing your hands to instead engulf you in a tight embrace. “thank you, baby. i appreciate it a lot.”

****

the first time you willingly asked yoongi for a favor after that talk—regardless of how small and trivial it was—it still affected him big time.

“can you help me assemble the drawer i bought?” you asked him over dinner, ever so casual and nonchalant.

he almost dropped the chopsticks he was holding. “what?”

“i said, can you—”

“no, i heard that perfectly well. i’m just surprised at what i’m hearing.”

your lips twitched while your face visibly burned. “don’t start teasing me or else—”

“i’m not.” he laughed, a little too loudly than usual, before reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles. “i’m not, i swear. i’m just happy.”

“you’re happy because i’m asking for help?”

“i’m happy because you’re letting me take care of you,” he corrected. “it’s a bit overdue in my opinion but who am i to complain?”

you playfully shoved his hand away, which made yoongi laugh harder and lean towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek, letting you know that your simple effort of trying to let him in meant so much more than words could ever say.

note. this blurb is unedited and has been in my drafts since december because it's always yoongi missing hours!!!!! but for real though, i wish yoongi is doing great and is always surrounded by good people who can give him the support he needs + remind him how loved he is :(

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sordidmusings · 2 months ago

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He and His Hat Will Be the Death of You

Summary: "He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was."

Y'all in a wall to spy and being trapped against you has Sabo at his wit's end.

A/N: Overthinking but a friend encouraged me to post❣️ Managed to get a very belated thing done for Sabo (almost forgot his bday tbh lol). Big shoutout to @hannahbarberra162 for beta-ing and suggesting to have this be a two parter and encouraging me to follow my instincts on Sabo being a Freak (affectionate) and reminding me I should utilize his dumb hat lol. Also a big shoutout to @schoute, who read through at the end and gave me encouragement as she always does 💚💚💚 Much love!!

Also thank you everyone for your patience with me as always 🤍🤍🤍

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, Sabo a freak freak in this one, cumming in pants, getting off to near death situations, dry humping, he's suffering of horny and you're accidentally making it Worse lol, accidental stimulation, very close quarters (you're both in a false wall because Reasons), some power imbalance (you’re his apprentice and obvs he’s a superior officer)

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Sabo is so glad that he’s the one in front. If he was the one behind you, you’d find out things he’s not ready to talk to you about. He’s sure he’ll tell you soon. One day. Maybe. Hopefully.

But if when that day comes, he won’t be telling you like this. Not with a nervous flush pinking his skin. Not with a slight tremble in his fingers and a shiver in his spine. Not with stuttering breath nor a mind skittering from all but your touch.

Despite his advantageous position, you’re sure not making it easy on him. Your steady breaths keep tickling the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, kindling a heat that swirls under his skin, moving through his chest and down. The insides of your thighs gently tease his hips. They give him little shocks every time your muscles move to adjust your dangling legs, accidentally caressing him. He dreads each time you move to peak around him; it invariably involves your hands holding his shoulders for balance and your chest pressed to his back for the same reason. You have a habit of always needing your hands busy, and it works against him when you absentmindedly massage thumbs into his tense muscles or trail your nails over his shirt, gently picking at it. The reminder that the touch is barely in your mind while it’s all his mind can hold onto makes him want to slam his head into the wall in front of him.

Unfortunately, that would be bad for many reasons.

High among them is that you’d likely think he’s a weird fucking idiot for doing that out of nowhere, especially when you’re meant to be silent. Then there’s the fact that you’re meant to be silent because there are targets he’s supposed to be spying on on the other side of the wall. Ones who definitely wouldn’t let a suspicious thump in the wall stay free of bullets for long.

That all is why you are both hidden in this false wall in the first place. A mission listening in and gathering intel with his beloved protege is not out of the ordinary, but this method sure is. He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was.

The logistics were nightmarish in themselves - finding the intended location that these meetings were to be held, finding the schedules of everyone in the building, sneaking in during the blind spots, creating a hollow you could slide into and traverse from the roof just above, replacing the mirror in the room with a one way. So much of it was luck, really, especially that your targets were the type to meet in gaudy gold crusted rooms with walls crammed full of decorations and filigree. No one who covets wealth so much could stand to stay in a room without a mirror, lest they go too long seeing their own image caked in opulence. And unfortunately they also tended to be tall if the height of the mirror was anything to go by.

Sabo could see out of it standing, his lips at level with the bottom edge of it but that meant that you would need a boost to see out. The mirror wasn’t wide so one of you raised behind the other made more sense, thus a small ledge was made with just enough strength and size to hold you sitting. The walls they built here were thick for soundproofing and fireproofing and that old castle feel. It gave you enough room to hop up and let Sabo squeeze in front of you, but you were always just brushing against his back and your knees were gently touching the wall next to his thighs. It was insanely uncomfortable for you after hours of being in here. You kept fidgeting, the time enough to make you a bit restless but the harsh ledge trying to turn you numb and the awkward way it rested your weight made it impossible to hold completely still. You tried to find comfort in Sabo through leaning into him and focusing on his warmth instead of the needles starting to creep down the back of your thighs. Good training and deep breathing kept you centered enough to focus on the room through the mirror and you had recording snails to save anything you may miss.

Sabo can’t believe himself right now - you’re his apprentice not the other way around, yet he’s the one that couldn’t tell you what these men were talking about if his life depended on it and it might actually come to that. Luckily you would have the answers but unluckily you are why he did not. You were also why he was so hot in this damned wall crammed against your body heat and electric touches. You’re why he’s currently picking a hole through his gloves in an attempt to keep his hands from sinking into the thighs that cage him. You’re why his lower back aches from the tenseness of holding his body still when all it wants to do is roll and give him some Gods forsaken relief.

He gives his head a small shake to snap himself into focus. He feels you reel back in surprise, narrowly avoiding a faceful of his hat. Your hands slide down and you squeeze his biceps lightly in question.

Are you okay?

Sabo hates that you’re so kind right now. Well that’s a lie, he always loves it but did everything you do have to overwhelm him so much? He thought this would be fine, it’s not like he hasn’t been close to you before but fuck being around you has gotten harder and harder as it’s gotten sweeter and sweeter. With each piece of you he sees he’s come to respect you more then enjoy you more then adore you more and he can’t tell you. He’s your superior, your idol, and now your friend. If you knew the devotion - the hunger - swirling in him, surely you’d be upset, surely you- fuck why are your thighs squeezing him?

To Sabo’s delight and horror you let out a whimper so quiet it barely made it to your lips, but he heard it. His hips rock forward once before he even knew they were moving but he does know the flush of pleasure that washes over him when his aching erection grinds into the wall before him. He stills his body, leaving his hips pressed tight to the wall and away from you. It’s slightly painful and definitely not what he wants, but he’s so wound tight that any attention on his throbbing cock is almost too good to resist. Choking back his own whimper, Sabo slowly rests his forehead on the wall, careful his hat doesn’t fall off completely, and blows out a tight breath.

You continue your slow squirming. One hand leaves him but the other digs in firmly to his shoulder now, slightly pulling down as if to lift yourself up. He shuts his eyes tight to keep them from rolling, unable to stop the flood of fantasies of you gripping and pawing at him, panting and whining, drawing him closer with clenching thighs just like the ones twitching at his sides-

Sabo is unable to stop another rock of his hips forward. He slowly presses his hands hard into the wall to keep them from seeking you. He soon gives up stillness and busies one hand with keeping his hat steady while the other fists around the lapel of his jacket. His hips can’t keep from motion either; miniscule circles keep his cock rubbing against the wall. It’s too hard to feel good but feeling nothing is maddening and he couldn’t possibly do anything else with you all over him.

You pull down harder and this time his eyes do roll back. Precum leaks heavily out of his painfully sensitive tip. It starts to leak down over his head and down his shaft, well all the mess that isn’t soaked up by his pants. He worries for a second about hiding the growing stain when you both leave but then you sink your fingertips into him again and huff a breath on his tingling skin and there’s nothing in the world but you.

Your warm presence at his back, your desperate touch, your weight teasing at him, fuck he can even smell you on the air in here trapped so tight for so long. Wait does that mean you can smell him? Does he reek of sex - can you tell he’s leaking for you? Would you mind? Would it flatter you to know how much of a mess you make of him? Would you taunt him and make him make it up to you or would you want him to use the strength you admire to rip every bit of pleasure either of you can feel from your bodies-

Deep squabbling voices drum through the wall and remind him where he is.

Sabo’s hands finally flit to your thighs to stop your torturous squirming. Even with his gloves he can feel the plush of them by how his grip sinks into you. His fingers press deep and he can tell how good the grip is, how he could use it to press and pose you to his whims, drag you closer, open you up, fold you half. At the moment, all he allows it to do is hold you still and hold you close. Instead of a command to stop, however, you take it as an invitation.

That invitation leads you deeper against him, leaning your chest forward to put some of your weight on him instead of your sore bottom. It’s not much, but enough to dial encroaching agony back down to pain. Your head relaxes forward against him in relief, gently bumping under the brim of his hat from your spot buried against the back of his neck. One hand stays anchored to his shoulder while the other slides around his trim waist to anchor him to you. You feel his abs twitch and diaphragm stutter even through all his layers.

Sabo tries to shift himself up to help you and do something with all this energy. It relieves a speck more of the numbing pressure from your seat, and you can’t help but sigh from it. The sound is barely there, definitely kept safe from outside ears by the barrier of the wall but definitely close enough for Sabo to feel as well as he hears. He knows it was from something innocent but god was it just the same as some of the sighs he’d dream of pulling from you - sighs dripping with relief and need and even the pain of drawing you close again and again till all you can do writhe and gasp and beg and need him. He needs you to be as pathetic of a puddle of want as you’re making him and without even trying.

The fantasy melding with your touch takes him again and he just can’t help but cant forward again to grind himself on anything. He’s not sure if he’s ever ached half as much of this and is dangerously close to ruining the mission and risking your lives just to spin around, shred your clothes, and fuck you. But more than that he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you or he shouldn’t get to sink into you, it wouldn’t feel right.

His hands give one massaging change of grip and then he’s pulling you forward with him on the next grind. This time, he’s holding a sizable portion of your weight and you squeeze him in relief and for more. Your second sigh stutters so prettily and he can feel your lungs and breasts jump with it against his back and the little hairs on his neck that it tickles. Who could blame him for tilting his head back to hear and feel more?

His hat is falling, the action bumping it right off of his head. Habit and instinct meet to jerk his hand towards it and the thump of knuckle meeting wall stops both of your hearts.

Before they could find their next beat, three shots tear through the air and the drywall. Your world lurches and liquid tingles run through every inch of your body, washing out all other feeling. Every muscle tightens, stopping squirm and grasp and blinking and breath and all but your newly sprinting heart. Sabo is stiff as stone in your hold, doing little to comfort you. Your only measure of time is the growing burn of your wide eyes and stalled lungs.

“Always breathe first”

The echo of Sabo’s steady voice in training breaks through the fuzz in your head and you can exhale. A spec of clarity eases in with the oxygen and you realize that you aren’t hurt. A tilt of your head and you realize the bullets ripped through the wall and planted themselves in the back layer safely to your side. And only because Sabo jerked you both just out of their aim.

More oxygen guides you out of the purgatory of fight or flight when the sounds of the meeting resume. The adrenaline begins to fall off of you, pulling you to lay slack against Sabo’s back. You feel him tremble and hold him as best you can, worried he’s stuck in the punishing fear that just swallowed you before spitting you back out.

Sabo is definitely stuck and there certainly is fear, but that’s not why he trembles. At first it was definitely for your safety; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you were truly hurt, especially because of his own blunder. He’s thankful that true danger kicked off his haki and let him act so quickly and competently where before he was too consumed to think of much of anything. He’s only dug back deeper into that hole now that “you’re safe” turned to a ringing of “we almost died” in his head. Each time the thought repeats, it pounds in his heart and shoots violently to his cock. The exhilaration, the danger, the relief, they all overwhelm him and make him feel so alive and so needy and so sensitive and so fucking close.

He trembles and gnaws at his lip to keep his throbbing cock from drooling out any more than the precum that’s been wetting his underwear for awhile now. He can feel it pounding between his legs so hard that it hurts. But shame keeps him fighting against the mouthwatering orgasm wringing in his gut.

What kind of freak cums from getting shot at? How could he lose himself with you so sweetly tucked to his back, no clue to how desperate and turned on and depraved he’s being? How lowly would you think of the man that’s your superior, your teacher and guardian, if you found out that being near you has them so close and a little fright pushes them over the edge? That they held you as they came in their pants like a pathetic loser?

The hyper awareness of his stoked haki and adrenaline make it all the easier to feel every little movement you make. He feels you settle boneless against him, relishing your weight pressing you so close. He feels your grip turn from a lifeline back into an embrace, making him hold back a sob at how soft it makes his heart and how painfully hard it makes his dick. He feels you use your thighs this time, gently squeezing his hips in something meant to be comforting but that ends up being agonizingly erotic. The muscle and fat of your thighs feels so warm and alive squeezing him and all he can think of is them holding him tight while his cock is instead throbbing in your wet heat, where each jerk of his hips shoots another gush of hot cum to the rhythm of your orgasm wringing down around him. He can hear your moans and cries and pleas ringing through his head now.

“It’s alright, darling, please cum in me, fill me up -nngh- I need all of you -hah!- Sabo! please cum for me, it’s okay, I need it”

Against his will, his hands grip down hard again and pull your thighs even tighter to him. You’re pressed so close he can feel the natural heat between your legs warming his lower back and it drives him insane.

Thinking he’s scared from the close call and possibly nervous about causing it, you give him a reassuring squeeze. A fresh shiver runs through his body from head to toe. Heart sinking even more at his sorry state, you move your hand from his shoulder so both arms are wrapping around him. This one changes trajectory, sliding to the middle of his chest, over his heart. You draw a few shapes over his sternum before applying firm pressure with a flat palm.

Sabo’s heart beats its ardor against your palm, but all it translates to you is anxiety. You don’t know that your sweetness only warms him through, drowns him deeper in the depths of love and desire he was already struggling to tread, sinks him into the world in his head where he’s already flooding you full like every cell in his body is begging for. A world colored by your gratitude for him saving you both from near death and your hidden love for him that had you throw yourself into him with the same desperation that’s burning him alive.

You nose forward until your lips are at his ear. Your lips and breath tickle the rim of it. He’s still tense and trembling and you’re so worried you forgo some of your fears and whisper, “‘s okay.”

Your thighs gripping him, your hand holding his heart, and your words - so close to his dream’s - smother him and he jolts. His breath is trapped in his throat, his jaw slack and mouth open as if to let it free, but his eyes and brow scrunch with delicious agony. He can’t think of any of that over the bliss beating through him as all the pressure finally turns to the crashing waves of his orgasm wringing him empty with spurt after spurt. His stomach and thighs burn at the tenseness turning to relief, taken by involuntary twitches and the power of each thump of his cock against the tight confines of his pants ricochets through them.

You hold and caress and, as quietly as possible, shush him through his orgasm. It makes it all the easier to imagine the sticky mess around his cock is a mix of your slick and the cum he’s pumping into you.

It’s a long while before Sabo settles. The crash of both the adrenaline leaving and an orgasm strong enough to keep him kicking past having anything to give make him fall almost completely slack in your grip. He leads it gently so the wall holds him and you up (at the cost of being able to watch the meeting, as if either of you were fulfilling the mission at this point) and focuses on aiming to be silent while he tries to catch his breath. All the while, you sweetly anchor him through their capricious tides.

It makes him ache again - a corrosive pool of shame eating at his chest. Reality trickles in with it and sets its scars in his flesh and bones. Not only did he cum in your arms while you’re none the wiser, he did it on a mission where you almost got shot and are trying to comfort him about it. The empathy and care he so loves in you are only serving to shove him into the grave he’s dug with his uncontrollable attraction to you. You offer him your affection and he perverts it into dry humping a wall and ruining his trousers. It’s wasted on him.

He doesn’t deserve your touch, your love - not like this.

But he can’t escape you. Even when he’s reigned in his lungs and heart, you’re right there with your tickling breath. Even when he’s forcing his mind to repeat every word he picks up from the other side of the wall, you’re right there with your resting cheek. Even when he’s managed to smoothly place you back on your ledge and his hands back on the wall, you’re there with your embracing arms.

It’s the best hell he’s ever known.

He was almost sad to see its gates open once the earth outside them was empty.

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Thank you for reading!! There will be a part two Eventually where both are aware participants this time lol

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HELLO FELLOW FREAK /affectionate :P i was wondering if u can do a fic w calebmc and guided masterbation...basically the readers inexperienced and its her first time and calebs had his fair share of experience maybe? KSJSKSJSJ hopefully my point gets through, idm u adding ur own elements to it, thank you have a lovely day<333

psssstttt i LOVE ur fics btw ♡

𝐚/𝐧: waaa hi fellow freak 😏 your brain is so big... i wasn't sure if you wanted something more specific, but i lowkey had so much fun writing this... when is it my turn for gege to teach me how to pleasure myself sigh.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! inexperienced! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the regret was surely getting to her.

the second the words slipped past her lips, she wished she could chase them down and lock them away. her cheeks burned hot, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to look at him.

caleb hadn’t said a word yet, but she could feel the weight of his stare— steady, unreadable and just a little amused.

she squirmed beneath it, twisting the hem of her shirt between her fingers. “i… i shouldn’t have told you anything. it was dumb,” she mumbled, voice barely over a whisper. “just forget i said anything.”

caleb didn’t move at first. he stood by the edge of her bed, one hand still resting on the waistband of his uniform slacks, the other braced on the doorframe. his dog tags shifted when he tilted his head, catching just a glint of light.

“you think i’m gonna forget you said somethin’ like that?” he asked, tone mild— teasing, but not unkind. there was a sparkle of something in his voice too. gentler. steadier.

she fidgeted more. she wished she could just disappear into the floorboards.

he finally stepped forward, closing the distance with quiet, even steps. “you’re nervous,” he said, not as a question, but as something already known. his voice lowered, soft but firm. “and you’re beating yourself up over it.”

he knew her too well. she gave a tiny nod, still not meeting his eyes.

caleb stopped in front of her and gently tilted her chin up with two fingers. his touch was light, careful— like he was afraid of pushing too hard and making her retreat, despite wanting to do so badly.

“i still shouldn’t’ve said anything— i sounded pathetic, i just— “

caleb cut her off with a look. gentle, but firm enough to close her mouth without another word, brows drawing to a furrow.

the mattress dipped as he moved to sit on the bed, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his uniform jacket. he reached for her, slow and easy, guiding her to sit between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the word. his. hands found her hips, warm through the fabric, thumbs brushing her waist as he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath at her temple.

“you don’t sound pathetic, just honest. i’m glad you told me.”

her shirt wrinkled beneath his fingertips as he toyed with the hem, almost absentminded. the silence was thick, the space between them warmer than it should’ve been.

“you’re nervous still,” he murmured, caleb murmured, lips brushing just behind her ear. “but i can smell you, pips.”

her breath hitched.

“i could teach you, you know,” he added, voice soft like he was making an offer, not a demand. “show you how good it can feel… if you’d let me. i can’t believe my meimei’s never properly learned how to make herself cum… it’s cute.”

caleb leaned back just a little, enough to look down at her, framed between his legs like she’d always belonged there.

the creases in his uniform pants were sharp and pressed perfect, every line rigid and clean where hers were soft and uncertain. his tie was still knotted, though a little loosened now, collar open just enough to let her see the bronze of his throat.

he traced a slow circle on her thigh with one hand, the other resting firm at her waist. not moving further, just… holding.

“y’know,” he said, voice low and thoughtful. “it makes me a little mad.”

her eyes flickered to his, wide and unsure. “what does?”

“that no one ever took the time,” he murmured. “to show you. that you’ve been tryin’ to figure it out all by yourself, feelin’ like you’re broken or something just ‘cause you couldn’t get there.”

she lowered her gaze, shame prickling up her neck, but his fingers tightened gently— just enough to keep her grounded.

“i don’t like that,” he added. “hate thinkin’ of you feeling that way.”

but then, his mouth curved into something quieter. something warmer.

“still,” he said, almost to himself. “part of me is glad.”

“glad?” she blinked, parroting his words adorably.

caleb nodded slowly, like he was chewing on the words before saying them out loud. “means no one else got there first. means you’re still all soft and untouched in all the ways that matter.”

he let that sit in the air for a moment, thumbing the hem of her skirt again, this time with a little more purpose, his voice dipping lower. “it means i get to be the one who show you and teach you how to make yourself feel good. the right way. won’t you let your gege help?”

and maybe he shouldn’t enjoy that thought as much as he did, shouldn’t feel that selfish little swell of pride in his chest— but he did. because she was his, even if she didn’t know it yet. and if she was going to learn anything about herself, about her body… it’d be from him. only him.

caleb’s thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his hand warm, even through the fabric of her shirt as he pressed again her back. she could feel the strength in his fingers, the calluses that spoke of a life spent in service and discipline. it was a touch that promised both control and comfort and she ocouldn’t help but lean into it, craving more of that intoxicating mix.

“you’re overthinking again,” caleb murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. his other hand slid up her spine, the heat of his palm seeping into her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “stop trying to analyze everything to death. just… feel.”

his fingers tapped at her thigh. “i know you’re curious, pips. i can practically hear the questions spinning in that clever head of yours. so what are you thinking?” his words were muffled.

the heat of his breath fanned against her jaw, making her eyelids flutter. she let out a shaky breath. “i’m thinking a lot of stuff…”

caleb’s voice was low and patient, almost brotherly in its gentle guidance. “here, let me show you,” he murmured, taking her hand and guiding it to the soft swell of her breast. he encouraged her fingers to knead the supple flesh, shaping and squeezing in a way that made her breath catch. “like this, don’t be shy now.”

his other hand trailed slowly down her body, calloused fingertips skimming over her stomach, her hip, before reaching the hem of her skirt.

with a deft motion, he bunched the fabric in his fist and tugged it upwards, exposing more of her thighs to the cool air.

“spread your legs for me, pips,” caleb coaxed softly, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth unfurling in her belly. his thumb pressed against the centre of her panties, right where she was already slick and aching.

the friction made her gasp, her hips twitching forward involuntarily. “caleb,” she breathed out, his name falling from her lips like a plea. her chest heaved with each shaky inhale, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. the sensation of his touch, so intimate and new , set her nerves alight with anticipation.

he rubbed slow circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her even through the barrier of her underwear. “shh, i’ve got you,” he soothed, thumbing her clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made her toes curl.

her hand moved from her breast, but caleb was quick to use his free hand to grasp her wrist, watching the way it twitched and squirmed under his touch.

“ah ah, i didn’t tell you to move it, did i?” caleb hummed out, leading to a faint pout to settle on her lips.

beneath her panties, she could feel her clit swelling, the delicate flesh throbbing with a desperate ache. caleb’s touch, his guidance, the low timbre of his voice urging her own… it was all too much and not enough, all at once.

caleb’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, brushing against her sensitive folds. he could feel the slick heat of her arousal, the way her body trembled under his touch. his thumb easily found her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made her arch her back against him.

“mm, you’re not shaved down here,” caleb murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “all prickly and untouched…”

he could feel her squirm with a sudden shyness, trying to clamp her thighs together. “caleb, don’t…” she protested weakly, embarrassed by his intimate discovery. this was already quite embarrassing as is, having her childhood friend see her like this, and now…

but caleb was having none of it. his strong arms pinned her in place, holding her hips steady as he pressed firmly against her back, chin practically propped against her shoulder.

“hey, hey… none of that, pips,” he soothed, his voice gentling. “it’s cute, really. i like getting to see you all bare, so natural. ”

to punctuate his words, caleb rubbed her clit a little harder, a little faster. his fingers dipped lower, teasing along her slit. “i like it,” he declared again, as if that settled the matter. “it’s perfect on you.”

she whimpered, her hips twitching as she fought to urge to grind against his hand. caleb’s touch was electrifying, setting her nerves on fire until she thought she might combust. she could feel every inch of herself, from the aching swell of her breasts to the throbbing heat between her thighs, and it was all because of him.

“caleb…” she gasped out again, her voice high and breathy. her fingers moved up, digging into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading and squeezing just like he’d shown her. the sensation of her own touch, combined with his, was almost too much to bear.

caleb’s fingers stilled for a moment, and he looked at her with a quirked brow. “tell me something, pips,” he murmured. “ have you ever fingered yourself before? i’m curious.”

she immediately burned red, shaking her head and trying to hide her face away from him as best as she could, but with him sitting behind her, there was little she could do.

“when i put my fingers in, it’d just feels like… i don’t know. weird. not in a bad or good way.”

caleb chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest as he processed her shy confession. “wait… you’ve never actually done it properly, have you, pips?” he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement. “you just stuck a finger in there and wiggled it around until it felt weird?”

she scowled at him, brows furrowing as she pouted. “well, yeah… i mean, it did feel strange!” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “it’s not the same as when i see it in porn…” she blushed hard, realizing her admittance.

it was strange. caleb and her had known each other since they were kids, practically siblings, so all of this… it was foreign and a bit embarrassing.

caleb’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through them before his expression settled into a more thoughtful one. “you shouldn’t try to compare everything to porn you know.” he let out a huff, almost sounding a little jealous. “you should have just asked your gege for help with this stuff.i could’ve shown you how to make yourself feel good ages ago.”

without waiting for a response, he slowly, steadily, eased a finger inside of her, groaning softly at the way her walls clenched around the thick digit.

“fuck, pips… you’re so tight,” he grunted out, pumping his finger in and out of her virgin hole. “no wonder it feels strange for you. your little cunny is gripping my finger like a vice.”

she moaned softly, hyper-sensitive from his teasing and his fiery-hot touch, a needy breathy sound. she pouted at his language, flustered and overwhelmed. “don’t… don’t call it that…”

he curled his finger slightly inside, brushing against a spot that made her feel stars. “shh, don’t pout,” caleb cooed, his thumb coming up to rub soothing circles on her lower belly. “i know its a lot to take in. the feeling of being touched like this… it’s overwhelming at first.” he gently pushed in a second fingers, stroking her insides in a way that had her toes curling and her breath coming out in sharp pants.

caleb watched her face intently, eyes roaming over her features, noting the way her nose scrunched up and her eyes were shut. “tell me, pips,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “has it ever felt this good when you helplessly rubbed your little clit all by your lonesome?” his fingers pumped steadily, curling and stroking along her walls in a way that made her thighs quiver.

she quickly shook her head, strands of hair swept across her forehead as she whimpered out. “n-no… it’s never felt like this before, gege…” her voice was breathy and high, straining with the intensity of the new sensations coursing through her.

caleb could feel her body tensing, her walls starting to flutter and clench around his invading fingers. he could sense her impending release, could feel the way her little cunt was already starting to spasm and tighten. his eyes darkened with lust as he watched her teeter on the brink of climax.

“that’s it, pips… just like that,” caleb encouraged, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her swollen, throbbing clit. “don’t fight it. let yourself feel this, let yourself cum for me…”

he knew he was supposed to only be helping her, and yet, he couldn’t help himself from inserting himself in the narrative to ensure she at least vaguely understood that he was the only one who could make her feel this way. she was his, forever and always and he had no plans on letting anyone touch— let alone see— her in this state aside from him.

with a sharp cry, she came undone, body convulsing as her very first real orgasm crashed over her. her inner walls clamped down round caleb’s fingers, gripping them like a silken vice as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.

caleb couldn’t help but groan, feeling the way her cunt spasmed and quivered, dripping with her premature release.

“fuck, pips…. you cum so easily,” he growled, a hint of pride and possessiveness in his voice. he kept stroking her through her orgasm, fingers pumping steadily as he worked a third digit into her fluttering hole. “such a good girl, summing so hard and fast for your gege…”

she could only whimper and mewl, her body writhing beneath his touch as the intense pleasure consumed her. she’d never felt anything like this before, never known her body could feel this way.

her whole bottom was buzzing as caleb continued, her hands clumsily moving to push at his, but he paid no heed to her feeble attempts, easily overpowering her weakened efforts as his fingers kept pumping steadily.

“shh, shh, don’t fight it, pips,” he chided, voice a low rumble. “you can’t be humming already… so fast and sloppy, drenchin’ my fingers like this.”

he held her hips down, with his free hand, pressing it firmly where her hips and thighs met. her slick, swollen walls were so sensitive, still fluttering from the aftershocks of her climax. each thrust of caleb’s fingers sent bolts of electric pleasure shooting up her spine, making her writhe and whine helplessly.

“gege… please…” she gasped between ragged breaths, face flushed and eyes glazed. “it’s too much… too much… ahh!” her protests turned into a sharp cry as he increased his pace.

“too much? or not enough?” caleb countered, practically feeling her juices dripping down his fingers, her arousal making obscene squelching noises as he fingered her overstimulated hole. her panties, of which he had elected not to take off, were drenched, a very obvious damp spot against him that soaked into the sheets beneath them.

“look at the mess you’re making, pips,” caleb taunted, holding her chin and forcing her to meet his heated gaze. “squirtin’ all over the place, humming before i even got my fingers all the way inside…i swear, you’re going to be the death of me.

despite his words, there was clear pride in his voice, knowing he could reduce her to such a desperate dripping state. she was all his.

caleb’s fingers never slowed, never stopping their merciless pumping. he could feel her second climax building, body tensing and tightening as she hurtled towards the edge once more.

“that’s it, give me another one,” he commanded insistently. “show your gege what a needy little thing you are, humming over and over again on his fingers.” caleb punctuated his words by burying his fingers as deep as they could go, grinding against that spongey spot that he knew would make her completely collapse in his arms.

her lips parts in a. silent scream of pure ecstasy tore from her throat, her limbs trembling and chest heaving as she came again. finally, only then, did caleb retract her fingers, noting the way the evidence of her arousal clung to them in a sticky mess.

“good girl,” caleb praised, a rare softness entering his voice as he took in her utterly debauched state leaning against him. he gentled his touch, bringing his fingers to his lips and making a show of licking her essence from his digits.

“delicious,” he purred, holding her gaze. it only made her scrunch her nose up in faint disgust, a huffy sound leaving her.

too tired and sated to argue, a blissful smile played at the corners of her lips. she leaned heavily against him, small frame molding to his larger one like it was meant to be there. tilting her head back, she pressed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to his jaw, a muffled “thank you” whispering past her lips.

“you always take care of me…” she whispered, her voice barely a sound, fragile and full of trust.

“i always will,” caleb replied without hesitation, tilting his head to press a kiss to her temple. he shifted them both just enough to lay her back against the pillows, guiding her head to rest over his heart. he was still dress in his uniform, the material stiff at the this rate and vaguely damp with her body sweat. caleb ran his fingers slowly through her hair, brushing it away from her face with a tenderness that made her sigh.

“you’re too good…” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. “don’t deserve you.”

that made him huff, something low and amused, but he didn’t let it slide. “no,” he said softly, tipping her chin up so she’d look at him in her bleary, sleepy state. “you deserve everything.”

she looked up at him through her lashed, tired, but so, so content.

caleb watched her like she was the only thing that mattered. and maybe she was. he stroked his thumb over her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her forehead— slow, warm, reverent.

she was already half-asleep against his chest, her breath warm and steady through the thin fabric of his jacket. her fingers twitched faintly where they rested on his stomach, like even in sleep, she was still clinging to him.

caleb’s arms stayed wrapped around her, firm but gentle, his thumb tracing idle patterns against the curve of her spine. he could feel the faint flutter of her heartbeat through her back. slower now, relaxed. safe.

she trusted him. with this. with herself. that thought alone made his throat tighten.

she’d never been touched like that before and it had shown in every flinch, every shy glance, every nervous little laugh and embarrassed pout. she’d let him guide her, let him take care of her, let him love her all the way through it.

he knew it wasn’t fair. knew it was selfish. but as he held her, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest, caleb found himself clinging to the one truth he couldn’t shake.

he wanted to ruin it. all of it.

ruin sex. ruin pleasure. ruin any touch that didn’t come from him.

not necessarily out of cruelty, but out of love. a possessive, protective kind of love that rooted itself in the deepest parts of him. he wanted her to forget anyone else had ever existed before him. wanted her to only feel this full, this safe, this undone, this good— with him.

if he could rewrite the way she saw herself— teach her what it truly meant to be adored, desired, cherished— then he’d do it a hundred times over.

only him. only ever him.

she stirred slightly, sighing gin her sleep and caleb leaned down to press a kiss into her hair.

she didn’t know it yet. but she was his forever.

and he’d make sure she never wanted it any other way.

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