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iyanayukihime · 3 months ago

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Happy Birthday oh dear sweet Incubus~!☆

Zanny birthday fic let's freaking go~! This took me quite awhile to finish but the outcome was worth it as this turned out so well!

Happy super, galactic birthday Zanny! *Sighs* your growing so old now.. kidding! I'm sure even if you reach your 70's you'd still look like 20 tehehehehe~

Sit back, relax, grab a snack and drink... most importantly-

Enjoy reading~!

Reminder: Please be known that I'm only writing about the Persona and not the person affiliated with the Model. This is also just fictional work so please don't take this too seriously.

Disclaimer: Might be OCC, might have spelling and grammar mistakes as English isn't really my first language ehe.

3 days ago, the lovely incubus of club netherbrand had to go on another business trip to Japan for a week. The good thing is that he'll be back the day before his birthday at 10:00 PM.

So the netherlings decided, and planned to prepare a big celebration and surprise the incubus with the help of the other mascots and the rest of Ravallum whom helped with what they could help with.

The day after Zander left, the netherlings immediately devised a plan right away which took way longer than expected as we all know, that the netherlings were all creative, but stubborn creatures.

So there were a bunch of little banters and disagreements between the jello like creatures. But in the end, they decided on how the party should be designed and what jobs each netherling will receive.

First to be given a task was MJ, the clubs resident mechanic. One of the few netherlings who was wingless.

He was given the task of making mini machines that could explode confetti as the actual ones were... too out of budget for the netherlings.

"You sure you can work on this alone?" Nygral asked, this netherling is the most-trusted and often called the netherlings 'Older Sister' as she was either working to make sure that Zander and the netherlings had less workload or you could just spot her stalking people. That too.

MJ nodded and adjusted his goggles before speaking, "I can handle it. It'll be done before you know it, just tell the others not to disturb me." He stated and Nygral nodded and wrote down on her tiny notepad before moving along to the next netherling in line.

Rosebriar, or Rosie as few of the netherlings call her; was a netherling who was also wingless yet always managed to hold themself with grace and sometimes captivates customers with her silence.

Which always ends up in Zanny having to drag them away from prying eyes.

Rosie, was put on the baker team. The baker team was as you can tell by the name, a team of netherlings responsible for baking sweets for his birthday. Who said that they would buy the store ones?

Always the best and fresh for their incubus after all~

"Rosie, I understand that you won't fall asleep in one of the cupboards again while baking." Nygral said in a strict tone as she didn't want to deal with any trouble and did want everything to be at least 94% perfect. How wrong she was however.

Rosie just nodded along with Nygral's words and sleepily walked along, Nygral sighs and writes down on her mini notepad.

"Can I also be put in the baker team Ny? Pleaseee~" Now this netherling was the clubs physic.. I know, shocking right?

Ryna was always part of the bunch of netherlings who were more angelic like than demonic, but thats what made the netherlings unique no?

"Absolutely not. Remember what happened last time? You almost turned yourself into a toasted netherling!" Nygral shivered at the memory as at that time, it was like she was a mother saving her child from a tornado when that happened.

Ryna was saddened but they kept their head up and waited for Nygral to assign them to a job.

"Alright, I think you'd fit writers cavern." She said, smiling at Ryna.

Before Ryna could ask what type of team that was; Nygral was way ahead of them. "That team specializes in writing the Invitations and letters commissioned by other netherlings." She stated.

Ryna happily accepted the role as they did have talent in writing and would love to see what type of letters the netherlings will commission.

"Before you ask Aryn- No. You are not joining the baker team." Nygral looked at the vampire-demoness hybrid of the club who deflated when she heard that she couldn't join the baker team.

"But why!? I know how to bake.." Aryn said, glancing at Nygral, who was displeased and just continued on with the assignment.

"Your heading off to the decora team, which I think you'd fit in more than the baker team. As you are one of the most trusted netherlings when it comes to fashion right? So I guess it's safe to assume that you'll do great in decor right?" The vampire-demoness hybrid tried to refute but was pulled away by Ryna and MJ when Nygral was about to bonk Aryn.

Aurie. The next netherling, was in a more nervous mood as she looked at Nygral who smiled gently at her. "Writers cavern right?"

Aurie nodded and thanked Nygral who head patted the shy but happy netherling.

The clubs siren and bartender. Cordelia, was easily assigned to the bartender team! "I'll make the most delicious drink just for Zanny~!" She said in a happy tone.

Nygral made sure that Cordelia knew and was aware that she also needed to make drinks that were for everyone, not just Zander.

The next netherling was the clubs most brilliant star when it came to music and overall entertainment, so Nygral knew just what job to give them.

"Sister Voltaire, I'm pretty sure it's obvious that you're the one of the few who'll perform the music tomorrow night." Sister Voltaire smirked at this and proudly showed Nygral the original song they were currently working on.

"Don't worry Nygral, I've got this~" And with that, Sister Voltaire walked away with a little strut in their step as Nygral smiled at them.

The next netherling who came forward was one who Nygral actually trusted the most despite her... sassy nature.

"Layla, Would you be alright with the baker team?" Layla huffed and just walked off towards the kitchen where her other team members were as Nygral watched her figure leaving.

"How rude! She didn't even say thank you!" Aurelia, the clubs most loyal netherling who would definitely not kill for the netherlings or Zander came forward and huffed at Layla's behavior.

Nygral sighed and didn't comment on it, instead focusing at the task at hand. She turned to Aurelia who smiled at Nygral sweetly.

"Hmm.... how do you feel about being part of the delivery group?" She asked to Aurelia who tilt her head to the head so Nygral explained more.

"You'll be in a group in charge of delivering invitations and basically run errands if we run out of preparations." Aurelia's face lit up at this and happily accepted the job.

"Thanksss Nyyy~☆" Aurelia bounced off and next to come forward was Serran, who was probably the oldest netherling.

They came forward with excitement present inside their eyes, and Nygral reciprocated that. "Nyny, I would love it if I could be assigned to the decora team~" Serran said with confidence.

Nygral thought for a bit but was also skeptical as last year they were stuck in jail for attempting to steal a ring while a murder of netherlings were shopping for Zander's birthday.

A few seconds passed and she sighed, staring deep into Serran's bright eyes. "All right.. you can be in the decora team but make sure not to go outside of the club if you need more supplies.." She stated.

They walked away humming while brewing a plan inside their brain, as Serran was also known as the most mischievous and unpredictable netherling out of the other netherlings after all~

Next came two netherlings who were actually already sorted out in a team but Nygral just wanted confirmation from them.

"Raven, Raymond. You both are alright with the bartending team with Cordelia right?" She asked.

"We'll be working with Cordelia!? Oh, I can't wait! Come on Raven, we must meet her!" Before Raven could speak, Raymond had already dragged themselves away from Nygral who sighed and preceded to just continue assigning the rest of the netherlings.

Next came Punk, whom was hesitant to join at first but Invii, the most closest to them, was able to convince them to join.

Nygral knew that she had to be gentle with punk and that was fine with her, she made sure to speak in a gentle tone.

"Punk, what group do you want to be apart off?" She asked and punk stayed silent for a few minutes before speaking up.

"Punk wants.. the group with decora." They said, shying away from Nygral's gentle gaze.

She smiled and noted that down, "Thanks Punk." She said and Punk smiled a little before saying "Punk says thank you as well." Before walking away.

"Zaki! Your on decora team as well by the way~" Nygral quickly told Zaki, the clubs strong demon smiled with glee as Nygral told her this.

"Thanks Ny.. I really appreciate that.." She said, playing with her fingers in nervousness.

Nygral smiles and headpats the demon and let her go on her merry way for the next netherling to come over.

Virgil, a newborn netherling was pretty much already expecting to be put in the Writers Cavern group, while he doesn't mind that, he does however.. mind the fact that he hasn't interacted with half of the netherlings in the club so he was pretty nervous.

So with Nygral's reassurance, Virgil walked towards the writers cavern corner to make new netherling friends!

Next came Eros, the clubs resident plan eater who Nygral was sure not to put them to the teams that'll work in the kitchen as they had an habit of eating the plants.

So instead, much to Eros's sadness and failed puppy eyes attempt, they were put to the delivery team with the warning off: 'Do NOT eat the package.'

Nygral then had to actually go underneath the bars counter to talk to Invii, a netherling who loved hiding under the shadows or anywhere thats dark and comfy.

"Invii, do you have any team you want?" Nygral asked Invii who jumped from shock seeing Nygral inside his secret place. The place wasn't so secret by the way.

"Maybe.. baker?-" "No." Invii sighed and knew it was impossible to convince Nygral once she saids no so they just gave up and let Nygral decide for him instead.

"Alrighty then, I'll be putting you inside the delivery team." "... Can I munch on the-" Before the automaton could even finished his sentence; Nygral quickly bonked him using her fluffy body.

After dealing with the automation; Nygral got out from underneath the bars counter to assign more netherlings to duties.

Next up was another netherling that Nygral trusted a lot... well kinda-

"Ashes.. I know that I said earlier that your going to the baker team but.. After what happened last time when you were in charged of breakfast.. I changed my mind." Ashes winched at the memory and apologetically smiled at the tired netherling in front of her.

Ashes was a simple but very chaotic netherling, yet Nygral somehow truster her more than Zander when the time came for it.

"I guess I'm staying with decora?" She asked and Nygral nodded at this, while Ashes wasn't really disappointed, it was obvious what chaos would unfold if Ashes was let inside the kitchen again...

"Charlotte... I know you're there." Nygral felt her soft fur shiver as the ghost of club netherbrand appeared, now Charlotte was a peculiar netherling who actually showed up outta nowhere and Zander adopted her because of the disservice she caused towards customers.

So Nygral had the perfect job for her. "Your staying with Sister Voltaire as an entertainer along with them." "Really? But Sister Voltaire looks kinda scary.." Charlotte said wearily.

She had never met the noir demon before but has heard words from other netherlings that were all good of course!

Nygral smiled and head patted Charlotte who had a weary expression on. "You'll be fine. Sister Voltaire is super nice." A few more reassurance got Charlotte to finally move along.

Next that came forward was Ares, one of the netherlings who had the gifted talent for arts. They were a netherling who Nygral also trusted as well, especially when it came to taking care of the newborn netherlings, they're were too many cases of newborn netherlings getting influenced. In a good way or brain rot way lmao~

"I actually wanna assign you to two jobs if thats fine with you." Nygral smiled at Ares who had a slight confused face on, like why would Ny trust them to two tasks??

"Don't worry it'll be fairly easy ones, you'll be officially assigned to the decora team but also assigned to entertainment." Nygral watched as Ares's face slowly changed to paranoia.

"Wha-What? Wait, Ny I understand decora but entertainment?? First off, why and second, you trust in my singing abilities??" Ares held Nygral's furry shoulders as they looked panicked.

Nygral sighed and slowly removed the netherlings paws off of her fur, and looked blankly at Ares who still looked panicked.

"Ares.. I've heard you sing at our karaoke nights before so don't even try and trick me into thinking your bad at it." She deadpanned.

"Yes I know that but! In front of boss!? Like, what if I mess up?" Ares said nervously while Nygral's expression softened and headpatted Ares on the head as comfort and it thankfully worked.

"Alright now go along and meet the other netherlings that are apart of your groups." Ares nodded and thanked Nygral for the kind words and walked away.

Next up was Ax, a netherling who was still young, chaotic but true. He wasn't opposed to any jobs that were gonna be given to him, in fact, he was more than grateful to be included in an event so precious to everyone who knew their boss.

"Alright Ax, I'm not really sure what group to put you into so I'll put you into a group thats more short staffed if thats fine with you." Ax thought about it carefully and decided to ask what group was Nygal thinking of putting him in.

"I was thinking the baker team, it's short staffed and even if you can't bake, washing the dishes or just cleaning around would be a huge help." She stated and Ax thought about it carefully again.

"Sure I don't mind being in the baker team, thanks for trusting me to join." Nygral smiled and the netherling went on his merry way towards the kitchen.

Marlo and Aestra, the newest additions to the club and the clubs resident netherlings who were also twisters/tornados came forward. Now the twins were talented in many things and were perfect for any jobs, and Nygral wanted to keep them together since they've never been separated before.

Looking at the twins more, Nygral finally decided on a proper job for them. "How do you both feel about being the leaders of the cleaning team? I think, because of your abilities, you both would fit cleaning up more." She stated and the twins looked at each other for a moment before looking back at Nygral.

"We don't mind, just don't put us in with some annoying netherli- OW-" "Thanks for assigning us Ny, I'll make sure that me and Marmar run things well." Aestra giggled while Marlo rubbed their side from the hit their sister gave them.

"Alright you two, go along now." She urged them and they both thanked her and went along their merry way~

The clubs jazz singer came next who was the last of the netherlings to receive a job, now her job was fairly simple to decide as Eva Faye, did have a talent in the world of jazz music.

"Your on entertainment with the others Eva, make sure to talk to them about the songs you're planning on singing." Nygral smiled at Eva who happily ran to the clubs main stage where the other members of the entertainment team were.

They're were actually more netherlings that had to be assigned for a job but Nygral in the meantime assigned the leftover netherlings in cleaning up duties or helping where its needed.

Nygral heads over to the kitchen first as she assigned herself to help with the baking as she had knowledge in it but she sincerely hoped that when she heads outside of the kitchen for a break or to check the progress... that she wouldn't find the club in shambles again.

Writers Cavern:

"Alright first order of business fellow writers, we should plan a mini letters, mini stories and even some poems maybe?" Ryna suggested as Virgil and Aurie noted that inside their tiny notepads.

"What type of poem tho..?" Virgil asked the two who thought for a moment before Aurie answered his question.

"Well it could be centered around how happy us netherlings are with boss right?" Aurie suggested and Ryna as well as Virgil happily agreed to Aurie's suggestion.

With that, the three writers went on to brainstorm some more before actually writing the idea.

Entertainment Galore:

"Ares~ I didn't think that you'd be assigned to this team~" Sister Voltaire said as they gave Charlotte headpats who despite being a ghost, a spell was casted on her to have and feel physical touch. Which helped a lot when it came to tasks and interacting with Zander and the netherlings.

"Uh yea.. Ny assigned me to decora as well." Ares responded back to them who simply smiled with eyes filled with glee.

"I can't wait to hear your voice then Ares~" they said and Ares blushed a little at this as the noir demon just giggled.

"I honestly feel like I'm third wheeling but at least I'm getting pampered.." Charlotte mumbled as she watched Ares and Sister Voltaire excitedly talked about the lyrics to their original song.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to get my voice ready." Eva sat beside Ares and Sister Voltaire who both smiled at her.

"I wasn't aware that you're with us as well~" Sister Voltaire mused. "Yeaa.. I was the last one to be assigned to a job and on top of that I also had to prepare my voice." Eva explained to the two.

"Well it doesn't matter, at least you're here now. We were planning on writing an original group song so let's start on it yea?" Ares said with glee. Charlotte once again floated to Sisters Voltaire's lap to receive headpats that they happily gave.

Sweet Cheeks:

"Why'd you decide on that as our groups name Rosie..?" "Yea. It sounds stupid." Nygral and Layla both looked at Rosie who sweat dropped at this and Ax laughed at the whole ordeal.

"I mean... we all do have sweet cheeks.. ri-right?" Rosie slowly backed away from Nygral who was indeed ready to bonk her.

"Could you jellies stop messing and help me get the cheesecake batter done!" Layla yelled as her little jelly like body was trying to carry the flour.

The three sighed and went to help Layla who was already, almost covered in flour as her horn accidentally poked a hole outside the flour bag.

"Hope the sweets turn out well..." Ax prayed that it would go well, he does not want to clean a kitchen thats infested with flour or batter. He has 70% confidence that no mess will be made. Maybe-

"Hey guys, I brought the... What is happening here?" Then came in a the clubs netherling that was an incubus just like Zander, he looked at the mess in front of him with poor Ax looking like he went through hell with the amount of flour he was cleaning.

"Great timing River! We need help over here!" Nygral yelled as she carried a Rosie that was fast asleep.. How could anyone sleep amidst the chaos?

River quickly ran over to Layla's side; who struggled to mix the batter with the whisk that was almost two times bigger than her.

Ax looked at the chaos unfolding in front of him and sighed.

Yes... this was indeed going well.

Inventors Workshop:

MJ was in a space he set up himself as his workshop to make his inventions such as the confetti canons.

He was being quiet and fully focused at the invention he was handling when he heard a noise behind him..

MJ rolled his eyes and sighed and without looking back he already knew who it was. "Shouldn't you be with your team Invii?" The automation giggled mischievously and manifested from the shadows.

"I just wanted to check on how you were doing~" Invii walked towards the inventor who let the automation to do his thing.

"Don't they need need you Invii?" MJ asked, "Not really, the decora and writers teams need to make the invitations first before my team can deliver them. So my whole team is pretty much just helping around right now." Invii answered.

"So you're slacking off?" MJ asked, smirking as Invii pouted at this.

'Maybe some company wouldn't be so bad.' MJ thought.

Bartending Slayers:

"Cordelia, why weren't you chosen for entertainment as well? You're a siren right?" Raven asked as she arranged the glasses on the cabinets.

"Cus, you can't just ask that ya know!" Raymond scolded her but Cordelia just chuckled and shook her head.

She closed her notebook which contained receipts for her drinks, and looked at the two cousins.

"Even if Ny had asked me on what team I wanted to join, it'd still be this one, making a exclusive drink for Zanny and the netherlings as well as the guests is such a amazing feeling to me~" The two saw the passion and love the siren held for her job and that made them respect her more. So they vowed to help her in any possible way they can.

Decora Colora:

"Punk thinks that this shouldn't be placed here.." He said as Zaki placed a handmade purple flower she made on one of the tables.

"Why not?" She asked him and Punk happily answered. "Punk thinks that the wind that the door might make will blow your flowers away." Zaki looked at Punk for a second before moving the flowers to a place where they wouldn't get blowed away. Zaki also thanked Punk who happily accepted the thanks.

Meanwhile, Ashes and Aryn were both making the designs for the invitations before giving them to the writers to finish them off.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow but I'm also reminded of how much work we have to do.." Aryn said as they started coloring the paper they designed.

"I'm sure we can finish before boss comes back tomorrow. I mean, the netherlings are all hardworking so there's no doubt that we'll get the tasks done~" Ashes stated in a gentle tone, focused on the drawing in front of her.

"Hey guys, how's the invitations going?" "Ares!" "Took ya long enough." "The time got away from me sorry..."

Ares sat down with the two and helped them with the invitation making as they kinda did have a lot to make.

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Half the day had had passed and the netherlings were all still hard at work, each of them with determined faces on and pouring every ounce of love inside their hearts into whatever they were doing for their incubus.

Sweet Cheeks:

"I think the batters ready to stay inside the fridge now." Layla stated as she looked at the delicious vanilla batter in front of her, the rest of the team nodded at this and the only thing left was to carry the wide trays of batter inside the fridge.

For that, they all switched into their human forms as they didn't wanna cause a accident... they don't have history to repeat itself after all..

After putting the trays inside the fridge and making sure that the seals were tight; they all sighed in relief as they switched back to their jelly forms.

"Ny, are you sure that we made enough cake..?" River asks as his tail swishes back and fort like a cats, Nygral thought for a second and answered. "Maybe cupcakes and a few other sweet treats that are easy to bake wouldn't hurt?" She said and looked at the netherlings in front of her.

"What about food?" Ax asked and Nygral answered, "Since I know that we might screw the cooking, I decided to just order food." "Thats good. Don't wanna see netherlings getting turned into a burger accidentally lmao." "Layla!" They all laughed an started to get to work again as they still had a lot to bake.

Decora Colora:

"Okay, which netherling took the glue? I need it right now ASAP." Zaki stated as she looked around.

The club was already half decorated and it looked beautiful. Flowers, fairy lights, balloons, and fanart made by the other netherlings were hang up on pretty vines that were hanging as well.

"I'm gonna take a break, my paws are tired~" Ashes let go of the crayon she was holding and stood up to stretch their bones(?).

"Punk can finish yours if thats fine with you?" Punk asks Ashes who happily agreed to their request.

The decora team were all pretty quiet as they were focused on their own tasks when it came to decorating, which also helped them speed up the process that they're the team thats almost done.

Writers Cavern:

"Maybe replace that word with something more.. lighter? To make sure it's easy to pronoun for the readers?" Virgil suggested and Ryan quickly took the suggestion.

"I think we should also make sure to make the fonts more lighter as well, heavy fonts might send confusion." Aurie also suggested.

Ryna typed inside their laptop for a little while then showed the work to Virgil and Aurie whose eyes sparkled upon reading the words.

"This is perfect!" "You did amazing!" The two exclaimed at Ryan who blushed a little at the praises.

They agreed on the letter and they started working on the design for the big letter, that was actually a speech the netherlings all put their hearts into. They're all such sweeties aren't they?

Inventors Workshop:

MJ was once again alone in perfecting his invention as Invii had already left to get back to their team to prepared as the invitations were almost done for deliveries.

MJ made sure that the device was netherling proof as he knew how reckless netherlings could be and also because he didn't wanna cause another injury like last time... we don't talk about that-

Bartending Slayers:

"Ew... this drink tastes horrible Rayray.." "Shut up Raven yours is worst!" Cordelia watched as the two cousins in front of her argue in amusement while she herself, was mixing a drink.

The cousins held a competition on whose drinks fit the menu more, but in the end; Cordelia ended up choosing two drinks from each of them. stating that the rivalry wasn't necessary as she would have chosen two drinks from them anyways ahahaha~

Entertainment Galore:

Sister Voltaire was humming while writing down on their notebook the lyrics they had thought off for their original song that was dedicated to Zander.

Ares went back to the decora team as they finished their part on the groups original song and have already worked on their mini original song that was also dedicated to Zander.

Eva was teaching Charlotte how to harmonize with her as they were in need of backup vocals and at first Charlotte struggled but eventually got the hang of it.

. . . . . . . . .

Everything in the club was going well and the netherlings all worked until sun had risen up again, the netherlings all woke up to ryzawrs licking their faces!?

"What the heck!? Ew get off of me!" One of the netherlings said as the ryzawr innocently tilted their head.

"Netherlings! Took you all long enough to wake up, it was already 7 PM in the evening, you jellies slept for so long~" Ryzar smiled at the Netherlings who all looked confused at what was happening.. what was bro doing here??

"Mister Ryzar... since when did you get here?" Nygral, who had also just woken up and was now on her human form, walked over to Ryzar with tired eyes and dark circles.

"Me and my cupcakes came over at 2 PM as Zanny wanted someone to check on you guys, but I can see that you all are doing well." He stated as he looked around the club.

"The club was filled with colorful decoration all around but also had mess all around.

The netherlings all gathered themselves and ate some food that Ryzar and the ryzawrs kindly brought over for them. Ryzar didn't ask what all the decor was for as it was already obvious. The 'Happy Birthday Zanny!' banner gave it away-

After the late lunch, Nygral gathered all the netherlings for one final meeting.

"Alright netherlings, in a few hours, boss will be back from Japan along with the boys. The plan is to gather everyone and surprise boss with everyone here, completed and in harmony. Ryzar will be helping the delivery team to deliver the invitations while the ryzawrs will help with last preparations. Let's all do our best for boss!" Everybody cheered and they all quickly got to work for the final stretch.

Delivery Team:

"Aurelia, Eros and Invii, ya''ll ready to rumble?" Serran asked as they all got ready to head out with Ryzar by their side, just to make sure they're all safe ya know.

The first place they went to was where the dewdrops, roscals, pipsqueaks and lunarists were all gathered and were actually waited for them.

After giving the invitations to the rest of the Avalights, they went to each of the Ravanis members houses to deliver the invitations to them as well.

It took them two hours to deliver everything and they were all super tired when they came back to club netherbrand which by the way, was already filled with guests.

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"Are you all sure that we should eat dinner at the club? I still have to get me and my netherlings to whip up something." Zander and the rest of Avallum landed a few minutes ago and they were all now inside a Uber that was driving to the location of club netherbrand.

"Well, I think it'd be more nice to eat a home cooked meal by you Zanny~" Lucien mused and the other boys, yes even Rosco, agreed.

The incubus didn't really question. anything as his mind was overshadowed with thoughts of his netherlings, he couldn't wait to cuddle with them tonight.

That was the best birthday gift he could ever receive later midnight.

. . . . . . .

They all got out of the Uber and payed the driver, the blond then saw that the clubs windows was closed by curtains and that the lights were all closed.. hm? Thats odd.

The rest of the boys just closely followed behind him; Rosco trying so hard to hide the grin, Gale and Cassian waiting for it while Lucien prepares his voice for the yell.

Softly and cautiously.. the incubus opened the front door and was met with a dark void ahead, he reached for the light switched and mere seconds after the lights was turned on, the whole club was developed with loud cheers and colorful confetti.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZANDER!!!!"

Everyone around him cheered and the incubus stood in shock as he looked at every netherling, some were in their human forms while some were in jelly form. They were all smiling.

The Ravanights and Avalights also cheered happily in their own cute, little ways while Ravanis and the rest of Avallum greeted each other.

"Boss? You alright?" Nygral was the first to approach the incubus who was frozen in place with shocked eyes.

It took a few moments for the incubus to process things before he teared up while the netherlings approached him.

"I...I.. you all didn't have to.." He said, eyes raw with strong emotions as the netherlings were all over him. Some laughed with amusement, some cried with him, some comforted him and some felt and did all.

He collapsed on the ground and hugged all the netherlings with so much love and warmth as they, also returned the same.

After that precious moment, obviously recorded by the others for... blackmail- memory reasons. Yes..

The baker team brought out the cheesecake that was decorated with dozens of strawberries. They all sang him the song and he made a wish as well, then blew out the candles.

The food came and they all enjoyed the food and cake while the entertainment team sang many songs all dedicated for their incubus who may or may not have cried a little~

The bartenders prepared the best drinks with Zander making sure that they all wouldn't drink too much.

The party lasted for a few hours before the guests all eventually had to go home, the cleaning was left to the netherlings as they let the incubus sleep as they knew he was tired.

"He really looks like he drank a lot didn't he." Layla said as she wiped the table the incubus was sleeping on.

"Can some of you carry him to his bedroom, him sleeping here wouldn't be so comfortable." Nygral ordered and a murder of netherlings complied as they carried the incubus up to his bedroom to lay him to sleep.

After the long cleaning the whole club process, Nygral gathered the netherlings again for one final meeting.

"Operation: Incubus Party is completed successfully. I wanna thank all the netherlings who worked hard today! We all did very well and I could see how happy this whole party made him." They all happily cheered and the night was officially done.

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The incubus stirred awake, he saw the full moon shining through his windows, the bright light enlightening his surroundings.

He looked tried to sit up but felt heavy and soft objects weighting him down, he looked down and to all sides of his bed to see his netherlings all soundly asleep.

He smiled and laid back down, making sure not to wake any of them as well as putting the blanket up for them.

He looked to the full moon peaking outside his windows and closed his eyes to repeat the wish he had said earlier.

"Please always keep my netherlings all safe and sound. They all deserve nothing but the best in their lives." He opened his eyes and smiled at the memories flashing inside his mind.

He couldn't wait for his birthday next year as this time, he promises... He will give back to his netherlings.

He promises, to love his netherlings ten times more.

Eternally,

Willingly,

Forever....

The incubus closed his eyes for the night once again, holding the most precious beings that were blessings close to his heart. The moon looking down at them, making sure to protect the incubus and his netherlings.

Because even the moon knows...

How much the incubus cherished the netherlings.

The beings who changed his life.

Happy Birthday, Zander Netherbrand.

May the years to come forever be in your favor.

I.. kinda teared up at the last part-

I hope ya'll enjoyed reading this and thank you to every netherling who participated in this :3

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monster-effer · 5 months ago

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Autistic reader x LaDS headcanons

Summary: My headcanons on how the LADS men would accommodate an autistic!reader. Content: autism mention, fluff, Sylus x reader, Caleb x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, Xavier x reader (separate), perfectionism, rigid routines, self soothing, food cycles, missing social cues, gn!reader besides gendered word mentioned in Rafayel’s part, no reader pronouns mentioned (1.3k wc) A/N: I picked these autistic traits based on my own lived experience. If you don’t see yourself represented here, I’m always open to requests. For my fellow autistic bbs <3 (Also this was my first time writing for all the LADS men, so I hope I accurately depicted everyone)

Sylus – missing social cues

Sylus first noticed that you struggle with reading between the lines during the brooch hunting debacle. You took Luke and Kieran’s teasing remarks and sarcasm as genuine advice to take him down. And this made him wonder, did you really think he could be conquered with a pair of flimsy ‘Evol sealing’ handcuffs and a ‘tranquilizer gun’?

He was initially concerned about how gullible you seemed for a hunter. Until you grew closer and shared your autism diagnosis with him, along with the many ways it affects you.

Since then, Sylus thwarts the numerous pranking attempts from Luke and Kieran. Explaining afterwards that they were either being sarcastic or purposefully feeding you false information for their own entertainment.

He has Mephisto follow you around to make sure no one tries to take advantage of you.

Sylus would thoroughly explain any social cues that happen to go over your head when you’re attending auctions and other events in the N109 Zone. He amusedly raises an eyebrow when he notices a particularly flirty auction participant trying to get your attention. As you leave the event together Sylus teasingly whispers in your ear. “Trying to replace me already sweetie? I’m hurt.”

He goes on to describe the desperate attempts the auction attendee made to get in your good graces that night. And he can’t hold in his chuckle as he watches the confused look on your face morph into embarrassment. From your perspective, you thought they were just being friendly.

Sylus never looks down on you for missing social cues. He is your number one advocate and will serve as your social cues translator anytime you need him to. Because to him, you are perfect just the way you are.

Caleb – rigid routines

Caleb and you have been around each other since childhood. You have been together through so many struggles, triumphs, and discoveries about yourselves. He is very protective of you, bordering on obsessive. But you are his pipsqueak and he will protect you at all costs.

Since you were kids, he’s noticed that you stick to a very rigid routine:

Morning Wake up around the same time everyday Get ready for 1-2 hours Start off the day with a cup of tea

Night Go to sleep around the same time every night Go through your 5-step skincare routine Relax in bed for at least an hour scrolling on your phone/reading a book

But he wasn't sure why you did this.

Caleb has learned the hard way that if either of your routines get disrupted, it can throw everything off.

During his time as a DAA fighter pilot and now as a colonel, he’s become used to following a rigid routine himself. But he does not feel the same need to stick to these routines.

Caleb was the first person you talked to about your autism diagnosis, besides granny. And since he wants to know everything about you, he made sure to research autism thoroughly after your talk. He made it his mission to find out how to accommodate you properly.

He tries his hardest to help you stick to your routines and not add anything last minute to your day.

He makes sure you are not disturbed when you get ready in the morning or settle down for the night.

He has programmed his OTTO-SHD to restock the bathrooms with your skincare products when you begin to run low.

When he has a break from his colonel duties, he makes sure to call you before you normally begin your nighttime routine. Or if he misses that time window, he’ll text you instead and await your response when you are ready.

No matter what you need from him, he will always have your back. Because you are his and he is yours.

Zayne – struggle with expressing emotions/soothing yourself

You were childhood friends with Zayne, but you lost contact for a while before you reunited as adults.

You don’t even have to mention that you’re autistic to Zayne because he can spot another autistic person from a mile away. (He also has access to all your medical records as your primary care physician.)

As your relationship grows, he notices that you struggle with expressing your emotions and knowing how to deal with them. Especially when you are feeling angry or sad.

He discreetly reaches out to a colleague who specializes in working with autistic children and adults. From their conversations Zayne acquires a handful of methods to support you and encourage self-soothing when you get into an emotional funk.

Some days engaging in parallel play helps. Which usually involves him reading while you play a video game in the same room. Or he’ll cook a meal for you both, while you rot on the couch and watch cute cat videos on your phone.

Other days you want to be alone. Zayne has no problem giving you your space. Most of the time he walks around downtown Linkon on the hunt for some sweet treat to share.

Rarely, you want to be held. At first glance, Zayne may seem like a stoic, cold person, but he is the ultimate softie for you. He will cuddle with you for hours. And once you’ve had your fill, he’ll ask if you want to take a walk outside to get your blood circulating again.

You haven’t explicitly told him about your autism diagnosis, but you don’t feel the need to. Zayne makes you feel seen, and he wholeheartedly accepts you for who you are.

Rafayel – perfectionism

Although Rafayel is an artist, he does not suffer from perfectionism when it comes to his paintings. He lets the paintbrush and whimsy guide him.

When he "accidentally" meets you again, your perfectionism sticks out to him. He recalls you almost crying during a pottery class when you notice a bump on the vase you made that was fresh out of the kiln. Or how you agonize over the most minute details when he convinces you to paint with him.

When you confide in him that you have autism, he listens intently as you explain how it influences you. After you’re done, he's already came up with a plan.

Rafayel begins by getting you to paint more with him and offering reassurance when it doesn’t turn out how you would have liked it to.

He waxes poetic about how making mistakes is just a part of the journey. He digs up recordings of Bob Ross’ Joy in Painting series for you because that painter reframes mistakes as happy accidents.

He is overly dramatic and silly with you while you create art together so he can prevent you from spiraling into perfectionist tendencies.

Once you start to worry less about messing up when you paint, it carries over into other creative activities. Rafayel hopes that this change will eventually bleed into your everyday life as well. Because you are his queen, and he would do anything to make you happy.

Xavier – food cycles/safe foods

It is no secret that Xavier enjoys eating. And luckily you two have that in common.

But the more time you spend together, the more he notices that your eating habits are cyclic.

For weeks you’ll only want chicken nuggets and broccoli, once you get tired of that you’ll switch to wanting hot pot, then you’ll transition into only wanting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for every meal.

He’s also witnessed you burst into tears over your favorite brand of snack changing their formula or being discontinued.

At first, Xavier was confused. He settled on believing you have strong and long-lasting cravings. But when you told him that you have autism, and explained how it manifests in your life, he leaned fully into accommodating you.

When you two are paired up on a mission together, he hands over your current favorite snack when you have some downtime.

When you are both free, he comes down to your apartment to eat your current favorite meal with you.

He has a collection of stamp cards from the local restaurants you two frequent depending on the current food cycle you’re going through.

Xavier never makes you feel weird about your eating habits, because he will happily eat whatever you want. You are his partner, and he would go through great lengths to help you feel safe and happy.

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alexrosa13 · 5 months ago

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Thank You

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mc!reader, Caleb and reader are teens (no exact age specified), reader has a first period

Note: I'm on my period and in a need of comfort, thank you people from discord for making me come up with that idea <3

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Caleb takes care of you when your first period hits you completely unprepared.

"Caleb!" your scream echoed through the whole house, the boy previously gaming shot up from his seat on the couch, running to the bathroom you were in and knocking on the door.

"Pipsqueak? What's wrong? Something happened?" his hurried and worried tone actually calmed you down. He heard your quiet sobs from behind the door.

"Is Gran back yet?" your quiet voice made his worry even more.

"No, she will probably be out until the evening." his answer made you let out a louder sob "Pipsqueak can I come in?" he waited for an answer with his hand on the door handle.

The sobs stopped, he could tell you were hesitating.

"Come in." he almost didn't catch it, but the moment it reached his ears he instantly pulled the handle, covering his eyes with one hand in case you weren't fully clothed.

"What's wrong?" he noticed the toilet seat empty, scanning the room for your presence from underneath his hand, most of his vision still covered.

"You can look." with some hesitation he pulled his hand down, he noticed you sitting fully dressed in the bathtub, your face red and wet from crying. He was at the side of the tub in an instant, kneeling on the other side of it, with his hands grabbing it's edge.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" he was super confused and worried.

You didn't answer for a moment before your head went down staring at your legs. Following your gaze he peaked at your lower body, noticing the red color under you.

His eyes widen, the panic taking an even worse turn.

"What happened? Are you bleeding?" you closed your tights together, hiding the scene under your legs, his eyes went up to your face.

"I think I... Just started my period..." you answered still in a shaky voice. This calmed him down a little, at least you weren't dying, but still he was still panicking.

"Your period? Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool. So... What are we doing with this now?" his hurried concerned voice was a little more high than his normal tone, making you smile for a moment.

"I... Never had one before." your eyes got glassy, new tears forming "And I don't have anything... For it..." it took him a moment to catch the meaning of your statement. You needed products for your period.

"You need..." he exhaled "Okay, alright, yeah. I can... I can go and get them, yeah. I... I'll get them for you." he stood up "I'll be right back, wait." he ran from the bathroom, you didn't even have time to call out to him.

You brought your legs to your torso and waited, tears still lingering in your eyes. In about a minute or two you heard loud footsteps before Caleb showed himself once more in the bathroom door, wearing his jacket.

"I'll run to the store 5 minutes from us, you'll be okay here?" he was nervous, just like you, that much was obvious. You nodded your head to which an awkward smile found itself on his lips. He turned around, about to leave for his 'mission', when you called his name.

"Do you need something else pipsqueak?" you reached your hand towards him, he came closer to you at the gesture, and you pulled him by the material of his jacket, squishing your face into his body, with your hands embracing his waist.

He froze for a moment before his own arms came to hug you tight.

"Thank you." your whisper reached him, his ears burning bright pink by now.

"Don't mention it." you let go of him, wiping away the tears from your cheeks "I'll be right back." and with that he left.

~★~

Walking into the store he thought about where to find the products you need. Roaming between the alleys before reaching the one with bathroom necessities. Scanning the shelf he finally noticed what he was looking for, he thought for a moment which one should he take before grabbing the darker one.

He made his way towards the register, silently praying that the cashier won't be judging him. He stopped before the shelves with snacks, reaching into his pocket he started counting the money he had with him, it was all he had left from this week's pocked money from Gran. Doing quick math in his head he reached out for your favorite snack, girls need snacks on their periods right?

Finally making his way towards the register he noticed that the lady working today was the nice cashier that always chatted with Gran. Before him was another older woman, packing her products. He clutched the stuff in his hand, trying to act natural and unbothered.

The lady was finishing up her packing when the cashier gestured for him to hand her the items in his hands. He did exactly that, noticing her face changing for a moment in slight shock and approval. She didn't comment on the stuff he was buying, well she didn't, but the woman next to him did.

"How nice of you to buy this for your girlfriend, such a gentleman at such a young age." she smiled with approval, he only nodded his head and let out a quiet 'thank you miss' before handing the cashier the money.

"Yes, I wish more men were like this." the woman behind the register chuckled, giving him his change. He hid the products in his pocket before saying polite goodbyes and leaving the story in a hurry. He ran back home as fast as he could, worried about your state.

~★~

You heard the front door opening and closing. Rushed footsteps coming your way, you raised your head that was resting previously on your knees, waiting for your savior.

You saw the bathroom doors moving before Caleb came into your line of vision. He rushed towards you, leaving the pack of pads on the sink counter.

"Do you need me to bring you some clothes?" he was weirdly calm compared to earlier.

"Yes, please." he put his hand on your head, messing with your hair before turning to go and get the things you need. You scoffed but smiled while getting the hair off of your face.

A moment later he came back with the pile of clothes in his hand, leaving it for you next to the pads.

"I'll go and make something to eat, wash up first." he grabbed the door handle, sending you one last look before closing the door after him.

Finally you felt like you were able to breathe, the tension and stress leaving your body together with the bloody clothes that you took off.

Yeah, a quick shower is a must.

You come into the kitchen in fresh clothes, feeling much better. Caleb gave you his shirt to change into, since you always spoke about how his shirts are the most comfy things to wear (while using one as pajamas), and some sweatpants.

His head turned towards you, taking a good look at your silhouette, not bloody anymore.

"Nothing hurts?" he heard how women talk about how painful their periods are, he actually caught himself searching all of the possible ways to help a girl on her period, not like he was planning to use this knowledge on anyone...

"All good so far." you came closer to him, seating yourself on the counter top like you always did when he was cooking.

"Good. You got me panicking there, when I heard you screaming." he chuckled, you send him a playful glare, hitting his shoulder.

You noticed something next to you. Your favorite snack. You were out of it, and you didn't have money left to buy those so...

"Caleb..." you nudged him with your finger, once he looked your way you pointed at the snack.

"It's for you." he said like it's no big deal, his attention returning to whatever dish he was making. You felt warmth in your chest. Why did your heart start beating faster?

Without any comment you reached for the snack, soon enough taking the first bite. Caleb, still focused on his task, suddenly felt something pressing to his lips.

He looked at you in confusion, you only shrugged, your hand with the snack still next to his mouth, clearly waiting for him to take a bite. He did just that, and only then you finally lowered your hand, now you were acting like it was not a big deal.

Your food was holy to you, never sharing it with him (totally not because he was always stealing it himself and you were mad at him), what changed?

"Thank you." you said quietly, your gaze dropped to your legs.

"You have nothing to thank me for." he smiled at you.

"Actually, I have a lot to thank you for." your tone still too calm, you two were always playful, 'annoying' each other all the time, you jumped down from the counter, he didn't think much of it until your lips touched his cheek for a second. He stood there, dumbfounded, you pulled away whispering a quiet 'thank you' once more, before heading for something to the other room.

He stared at the food before him, feeling the warmth covering his ears. Well, that's... Unusual.

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lotusapple-xia · 1 month ago

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Caleb's 5 Love Languages

Caleb is a lover boy and he expresses his love for you in many ways ft the five love languages

Caleb x reader

Some headcanons about how Caleb loves you. Struggled a bit with words of affirmation but I hope it’s good 🤞

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Boyfriend Caleb who loves quality time.

Caleb loves to build model planes or Lego sets with you. You both sit on the living room floor with soft music playing in the background while you chat about your lives. When the model or Lego set is complete, he displays it on his shelf, soft, domestic memories flooding his mind whenever he looks at it.

Caleb loves listening to you yap about your new interests. Gazing at you with pure love while humming intermittently to let you know he’s still paying attention to your lore dumps. However, sometimes he gets huffy when you rave too much about a fictional crush, “What do they have that I don’t?”.

Caleb lets you put face masks and serums on him. You recognise that he doesn’t take care of himself when he’s not with you, so you love to spoil him with self-care, which he happily encourages. After realising that his skin is glowing the same as yours, he takes it upon himself to have regular self-care dates at home.

Boyfriend Caleb who loves physical touch.

Every morning when Caleb wakes up, the first thing he does is to reach out to you and plant a soft kiss on your forehead. He squeezes your sleeping body closer to him to feel your warmth while the morning sun washes over your bodies. Caleb’s head nuzzles into yours, breathing in the scent of you.

When waiting for the noodles to boil, Caleb picks you up to sit you on the kitchen counter. He stands between your legs, listening to you ramble about your day. Stroking your back in a gentle caress when he can tell you’re getting to the bad parts of the day and rubbing your thighs as he listens to the good events.

When nights get hot and heavy, Caleb presses steaming kisses down your neck and the length of your body. His strong hands gliding across your sensitive chest as he presses his weight into you. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes watching yours, smirking as the way they flutter in pleasure.

Boyfriend Caleb who loves acts of service.

When you’re sick in bed, with a pounding migraine and a numb throat, he makes you hot ginger tea and dims the lights in your bedroom. He sits by your bedside, gently singing a lullaby from your childhood to ease you into sleep.

Caleb gathers your laundry, washes and folds them on your days off. He knows that your career as a Deepspace Hunter is physically demanding and can drain you of energy. He wants to take the burden off you so you can focus on resting in clean clothes.

Cooking is one of Caleb’s favourite hobbies. Not only is it relaxing, but he can ensure you’re well fed too. No matter what you’re craving, whether that be his signature braised chicken wings or a completely new cuisine, Caleb is always glad to cater to your whims. He doesn’t care how much you eat, he will always feel better knowing you’re satiated and satisfied.

Boyfriend Caleb who loves giving gifts.

Caleb loves spending money on you. Ever since he was a kid, he’d use any money he earned to buy you whatever you desired. You’ve been his spoiled pipsqueak since you were young. Now that he’s the Farspace Fleet Colonel, money comes in abundance. He gets you new clothes you’ve been eyeing in magazines, new food while window shopping, and video games on your to-play list.

Caleb takes immense pride in winning you plushies at the arcade. Even if he spends an egregious amount of money, seeing you smile as he hands you your plushie makes it all worth it. And he’d do it all again, even use his Evol to ensure you get what you want.

Caleb often is the one who does the grocery shopping in your household. He always gets the essential products and ingredients for the house but will always get a little something extra. Whether that be your favourite snack or new hair accessories.

Boyfriend Caleb who loves words of affirmation.

Whenever something has upset you, whether that be work or life in general, Caleb is always there to lend a listening ear and words of comfort. He’ll always praise you after a rough day and make sure to cheer you up. “It’ll be ok honey, I’m sorry you’re goin’ through this.”

After any achievement, no matter how big or small, Caleb is always there to hype you up. Praises fall from his lips like summer rain. “Great job pipsqueak I knew you could do it!” he beamed with a dimpled smile. Caleb wants you to know that he will always be proud of you.

Caleb waxes poetic about how much he loves you. Whether it’s date night or driving you both home from work, he always says, “I love you,”. His sincerity and soft eyes gaze upon your face with the utmost affection, hoping to convey the depths of his love through words.

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atxchiphxbix · 8 days ago

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I WANNA BE YOURS

synopsis: Caleb has always been difficult to surprise, and in the days leading up to his birthday, that proves to still be true. Luckily for you, he can never deny you of anything.

Content. mdni afab + f! reader, established relationship, caleb and reader are both kinda switchy? oral (m! receiving) fingering, mutual masturbation, riding, praise, swearing, pet names (good girl, pipsqueak, honey etc.) gege is used flirtatiously, p in v, unprotected sex, caleb comes inside, reader bites caleb, reader sucks on a dildo, reader also throws a dildo at caleb. This is just inspired by 'no-return night' since i haven't played through the card yet and this was written before his card.

a/n: the only reason why this came out today is bcs i’ve been working on it for 2 months, and it was supposed to be posted at 6:13 but my productivity is bad so...

Ever since you and Caleb began dating, specifically getting more intimate, you've discovered more sides to him that you've never seen before.

Not just how much stamina or libido the colonel holds, but rather how much restraint he has — and how much you lack said restraint.

Simply put, you want to suck Caleb off and he won't let you.

You've tried every trick in the book; begging, whining, pawing, deals, hell you've resorted to straight-up asking him. To which he replies, in a smooth honeyed voice, “I just wanna make you feel good instead, pipsqueak. I feel good when you feel good.” It's absolutely infuriating in the most endearing way possible.

He must have been a robot in his past life to refuse such an eager request from you, out of all people.

It honestly makes you upset, frustrated to the point that you're positive he’s just a cruel man who enjoys seeing you tear up, tugging his shirt, begging for a small taste of him. The most you've gotten of his taste is the tang of his sticky cum off your fingers or an intoxicating cocktail of your shared climaxes, mixed between your tongues.

You want to feel him, all of him. You want his hot length between your lips, to feel the ache of his cock as it throbs on your wanting tongue. You want his dick, glossed in your gooey saliva and his pre-cum, to angle until the blunt tip bullies the back of your throat. You want to look up at him through your lashes, drops of tears collected on your waterline, and see the prettiest flush on his face as he looks down at you on your knees, worshiping him as he does for you. Internally, you want him to make you take all of him.

It's upsetting too since he's such a hypocrite, a man who understands your position exactly. Caleb could spend hours between your thighs, suckling and lapping at the soft folds of your twitchy pussy until his mouth and chin drool with your addictive wetness. He begs for it and you give in, every single time.

Can you blame him? He’s been waiting for years to get a taste of you. He just can't get enough of the way you whimper out his name, fingers pulling and tugging at the soft strands of his dark mahogany hair, writhing from the pleasure he gives you. But he also doesn’t seem to understand the brevity of your current situation; what’s so difficult about letting his lover suck him off!?

And so your final plan begins, one you’re certain will work: you will definitely achieve your dream of having Caleb's cock down your throat on the night of his birthday. Specifically, taking him in all the way until he bruises the back of your mouth and leaves your throat sore and voice hoarse the next morning. You figured it’d be a nice surprise along with all the other gifts you’ve spent days planning. After all, this is a birthday meant only for him.

Unfortunately, it’s always been difficult to surprise Caleb.

Ever since you two were young, he’s been difficult to surprise. The man simply knows you too well, every action out of order you make causes him to increase an inkling of suspicion that he immediately snuffs out of you through devious means. It really can’t be helped though, he has known you for your entire life, lived an eternity in your own skin.

And there’s another problem you figured would throw a kink in your plans. Everything about Caleb is big, his height, thighs, biceps… and especially his cock.

You can still recall the first time you two slept together, you were sore for days. The satisfying ache of your burning thighs always served as a reminder of your time together. And even now, no matter how much you took him or how much time he spent trying to stretch your tight cunt to accommodate his thick length, he always felt so full inside you.

So it'd be difficult (and unwise) to try and immediately have him balls deep in your throat, fucking and rocking his hips into your warm mouth until you're drooling and gagging.

But if Caleb had a match in determination and perseverance, it'd be you. You're willing to do anything to get that man in your mouth, you'll make him see what he's been denying himself of.

That's how you find yourself perched on your knees, the night before Caleb’s birthday, licking your lips while your eyes are locked onto the daunting purple dildo plastered on your wall. It’s out of place in your room. Honestly, the ridiculous item shouldn’t be here when you have a lover perfectly willing to go along with whatever you wish, all except for your deepest desire to give him head.

It's certainly no Caleb. The toy lacks his intoxicating warmth, his sensual musk that clings, and the satisfying thickness of his cock that stretches your pretty pussy so well, reaching into the deepest parts of you.

As you run your tongue along the cold underside, feeling the blunt ridges of the plastic veins pressing down onto your wet muscle, you can only dream that it's Caleb instead. You envision that it's his pulsing veins, throbbing for the warmth of your soothing tongue like a balm for his arousal, his cock that weighs heavily in your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to take the toy in deeper until it fills the warm cavern of your mouth completely, jaw slack and drool dripping from the corners of your lips, stretched wide around the purple plastic. The tip barely teases the back of your throat but you find yourself gagging, saliva sticking to the toy in webs as you pull off.

You imagine that it's Caleb panting above you, cheeks flushed with the prettiest shade of crimson, looking down at you with a gentle hand threaded into the strands of your hair, guiding you back to his aching cock that leaks with the tang of his pre and your spit, eagerly feeding his girth to you. His eyes would be glazed with the familiar look of want and need, hips bucking sloppily into the warm wetness as you allow him to fill up the space of your throat, setting the rhythm however he pleases.

And fuck, the thought of him like that soaks you. You want him to use your mouth, claim it as nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Maybe it's his devoted personality or the contrast of his usual composure, but you want him to lose control, to fuck into your mouth without restraint, using you for all the pleasure he gives you.

Quickly, your fingers slide down your body. The soft pads of your digits tweak at your sensitive nipples and your back curves into a beautiful arch, searching for your own touch. Your free hand slithers down even lower, gliding down the expanse of your stomach, further past the waistband of your shorts, diving below the sopping fabric of your panties.

The sweetest gasp is elicited when your middle and forefinger find your clit, shivering and moaning around the plastic in your mouth as you caress in slow circles, trying your best to mimic the familiarity of Caleb's movement if he were here. It's almost absurd how sensitive you feel, like your nerves are shot, already feeling overstimulated even though you're barely gracing yourself with the wisps of euphoria.

Gradually, your slow rotations turn faster, collecting globs of your heady slick to rub tight circles around your wanton clit. The wetness allows your finger to slide into your fluttering pussy with ease, stroking along the gummy walls that clench greedily, angling into the sweet spot that has your moans vibrating onto the dildo.

But it shouldn't be this stupid toy you're moaning around, shouldn't be your fingers you're fucking yourself stupid on, it should be Caleb. It should be Caleb's heavy cock you choke on, his fingers that pump into you, pressing against that spot that has your toes curling and the tight knot bubbling in your stomach.

Even if this is his surprise, you want him here, watching you. You want his eyes to look at you like he always does, hungry and wanting. You want him to touch you, to feel his warm palms as they slide down the expanse of your body, groping at your tits, and playing with your sensitive clit. You want him here.

"Pipsqueak?"

Shit.

Before you can help it, your orgasm barrels through your traitorous body, shocking into your nervous system like igniting sparks of lightning. It's a matter of split seconds before you jump away from the toy, your body heaving with heavy breaths and your cheeks burning red. Your eyes snap up to him and the expression of shock set on his beautiful features, you look away, around the room before you realize the position you're in.

What the hell do you even say? Shouldn't he be in Skyhaven? You’re supposed to meet at his house tomorrow, so why the hell is he here?

It feels like a million beats of your heart passes by before you start hesitantly, eyes flickering up to him. "Cal-"

"What are you doing?"

He cuts you off, eyes baring down on your kneeling form, pupils roaming over your body. For a second, you wonder if he's upset, but as your gaze migrates down his body, settling on the bulge hidden in his pants, it doesn't seem that way. Rather, quite the opposite.

Well, better now than never. Your surprise is already ruined anyway.

"Just…" You trail off, swallowing the built up saliva in your sore throat. An excuse fails to rise in your mind, too far gone in the moment to even think about denying what he's just witnessed.

Heavily, you sigh, heat creeping up your neck before you find the words quickly spilling from you, created in a rush of flustered anger before even processing what you’re saying.

"I just wanna give you a blowjob and you won't let me, Caleb! What am I supposed to do but suck on this stupid toy because you won't let me give you head!? You wanna eat me out every time we have sex and I always let you, but you won't let me give you head! You're a hypocrite!"

Rather indignantly during your haphazard flurried spew of words, you reach for the wet dildo that's still suctioned to your wall, fingers clasping around it as you pull it off and fling the purple plastic his way, missing his frozen body completely.

“It’s always like this! I don’t understand why you’re denying me, I just wanna make you feel good too! I just wanna give you a special present…”

He doesn't say anything, no response to your words that are obviously created for him to take pity on you, a final surge to get what you want. He simply watches you until a small, sympathetic smile makes its way to his pink lips, pants growing taut against his arousal.

You’re just too cute.

Caleb hopes you don't blame for getting hard (or do blame him, he wants your attention). He can't help the betrayal of his body's reaction to his gorgeous lover, partly because he walked in on you with your hands between your thighs, and a toy stretching your throat, and partly because he's never realized how good you look on your knees.

It's a sight he never lets himself indulge in.

It's bad, it's something he'll get too addicted to. It’s the ripe beckon of a forbidden fruit hanging off a low branch that he must tear himself away from.

A greedy man like him should never get something like that from you, not when he should be the one pleasing you. He's satisfied enough with getting to feel your cunt fluttering around his cock, your lips on his, and the taste of you. Even with simply that, he's already too far gone.

He'd never tell you but that's a reason why he's insistent on not letting your warm mouth encase his cock. Caleb is a man who knows himself well. He knows that the moment your tongue runs along the sensitive veins, soft cheeks hollowing around the ridges of his dick — he'll be goner, reduced to a man at your euphoric mercy, even more so than he already is.

So he can't do it. Can't indulge in himself more than he already does with your body, even if it tortures him every time to rebuke your attempts (to be honest, he also likes seeing you beg). But when you're crawling to him, sitting at his feet, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, and leaning forward until your soft mouth is pressed to the strained fabric, he doesn't find himself telling you off.

"Please, Caleb?" You whine, voice sending the smallest vibrations through his cock, slithering up through his nerves to paint the apples of his cheeks red.

He was so strong and disciplined the other times so why not now? Is it because he caught you, knuckles deep in your own pussy, moaning around a cock or because he's been denying himself of this act for so long? Or because you’re doing this for him?

Perhaps both, but he blames the sight of you already on your knees, eager to please, even eagerer because it's him.

And all of a sudden, it's too hot. You're too pretty, too eager, such a pretty girl begging for something so dirty. Something he knows he shouldn't give into.

"What are you doin' to me?" His voice cracks, a whisper, a final plea before you see that reluctant look in his eye, Adam's apple bobbing with the heavy gulps of saliva.

Checkmate.

With eager hands, you're pushing his shirt up slightly to expose the ridge of his iliac furrow, taking in the quiet stuttering of his shallow breath as your lips find his hot flesh, kissing your way lower to follow the trail of his pants being pulled down.

"Thank you, Caleb." You murmur gently, mouth panting against the thin briefs that stand as the only layer between you and your well earned prize.

For a second, Caleb thinks you're teasing him, toying with him since he denied you of this for so long, but your voice sounds genuine. Too grateful, too reverent for him. He thinks he might cum just from the pressure of your wispy breath and the vibrations of your syllables.

"Don't, fuck, don't say things like that when you're on your knees like this." He throws his head back, fingers clenched at his sides as he looks down upon your kneeling form. He really can't believe he's letting you do this. But if it were anyone, it’d have to be you.

And he sucks in a breath when your soft, warm tongue swipes across his sensitive, leaky tip, a broken whine ripping from his throat at the slight pressure. The pleasure bubbles from his stomach, crawling through his nerves, climbing effortlessly to muddle his brain. He can't help the way his hips almost twitch, his body almost too eager to give into the sliver of attention to his throbbing ache, too excited to delve into your inviting warmth.

He's absolutely doomed.

You almost smile when he croaks out your name, a plea of sorts, a whine to relieve what you've started. With great pleasure, you blink up at him, your own breath hitching when you catch sight of his heaving chest, his bottom lip tugged between the rows of his teeth, cheeks flushed a heavy pink at your ministrations.

Caleb's lavender irises hold set on your kneeling form, drinking in how the head of his cock rests on your pink tongue, drooling precum, and how eagerly you lap it all up. He wants to look at you, but when you run your tongue along the thick, sensitive veins, his eyes flutter tightly shut as if the pleasure will soothe away and he can find it in himself to not shoot his load all over your face.

The mental image does not help at all. Rather, he feels himself getting harder in the walls of your mouth. It's so vivid in his mind, your cheeks stained with his hot load as you blink up at him, tongue lolled out to show how well you swallowed his seed.

It's filthy. The scenario is one he often indulges in on nights alone with his fingers wrapped tightly around the sticky flesh of his throbbing cock, stroking himself off to the thought of his cock stuffing your cheeks, and never in your presence. But now, you've got him wrapped around your finger and buried in your mouth. He's sure you're pleased with yourself right now.

And you are, quite so now that you have what you want. As you run your tongue along the underside of his cock, admiring its sheer size and how heavy it is as it rests against your face, you also notice how Caleb looks at this moment; heat blooming across his cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, and hands fisted at his side like touching you will burn him more than his body already is.

You allow yourself to wrap your lips around the tangy head of his cock, suckling softly while your hands reach for his, gently guiding them to rest on the strands of your hair. His fingers twitch, almost burying into the tendrils of hair, but he doesn't, holding onto that last bit of restraint in his muddled mind.

It pisses you off. You're on your knees for him (literally) and he still wants to hold back?

With a soft moan bubbling in your throat, you sink deeper onto his cock. An act that finally has his fingers curling around your hair and a hissing gasp to escape him. Even with only a few inches filling your throat, it nearly burns. A familiar stretch that you're used to filling up your slick pussy cunt rather than the cavern of your mouth.

Your saliva builds around his girthy dick, slickening the swift bobbing of your head, making it easier to glide down along his length. The brief practice on the toy did little to help because the way his dick stuffs your throat is vastly different. He's warm, hard, and moaning the sweet syllables of your name, all things that the piece of plastic severely lacked. And all things that have the space in your thighs growing slick once more.

Caleb can't help himself any longer. He can't help the way his fingers curl into the strands of your hair, tugging gently despite his best attempts not to. Can't help the whining and groaning of your name that fall from his lips. He's so fucking hard, so sensitive, and the gentle constricting of your throat makes it all worse. His breath hitches, fingers uncurling to pet at your bobbing head, soothing the mussed strands — a praise his mouth fails to form.

Slowly, meticulously, like he's holding himself back, his hips rock against your mouth, pushing inches deeper until your own eyes squint shut and he's reaching places the toy didn't that has you gagging. And it almost makes him feel bad when he looks down at you, face stuffed full of his thick cock, veins drooling with your saliva, hands wrapped around the ridges of his dick that you can’t take down.

But he also can’t stop, not that you want him to. His mouth releases breathy groans, hips humping against your sloppy mouth with his head thrown back, cheeks flushed and hair sweaty. The evidence of your love and lust is strewn all over his body in waves of pleasure and euphoria.

Your throat envelopes his length so well, the symphony of lewd squelching fills the hot air of your bedroom, growing louder as you try to take him even deeper. A little too deep. His cock hits the back of your throat, gagging and almost spluttering in short coughs before you pull off, mouth open and bands of spittle connecting your tongue to the angry, flushed tip.

His palm doesn't move from your head when you back off, unrestrained whines tearing from his throat at the loss of your addicting warmth. His large hand pets your head gently in a soothing rhythm while he pants heavily, crooning soft reassurances. "You, fuck, okay, baby? Did so good for me, so, so good. You don't have to keep-"

His voice pitches when your tongue is on his cock once more, swallowing him into your mouth with vigor. His eyes are trained on you, flickering from your eyes to the way your mouth envelopes his thick girth, saliva wetting his throbbing veins. Praises spew from his mouth, soothing reassurances, hips bucking with the urgent need to cum.

"So gorgeous, ha, so pretty with my cock stuffed in your throat. My pretty girl, good girl, takin' it so well."

You bask in his generous praise, soaked between your thighs as you try to take him farther into your sloppy maw again, but you're prevented by his gentle hand rebuking you, holding you still on his cock, and subdued by his gentle reprimands. "Easy, no need to be so eager. ‘S all yours, all yours."

He moans it like he's coaxing himself. It's all yours, this is just for you and no one else. No one else sees him this vulnerable, this exposed, this desperate for a touch. Only for you.

He punctuates his words with lazy humps into your sloppy maw, not too deep, not too shallow either. The familiar itch of an orgasm crawls up his throbbing cock, the tip of his dick growing sensitive as you continue savoring him, allowing him to use you as he pleases. His fingers tighten in your hair, voice dwindling into a low keening groan of your name while his body curls in, shoulders tensing, body growing overwhelmingly susceptible to the onslaught of bliss.

“Pi-pipsqueak, fuck, ‘m close.” He whines loudly, head falling forward to drink in the sight of your mouth suctioned around his hot length. Violet irises are trained on your lips stretched around the base of his cock, the schlicking of your spit, and, hell, the sight of your hand between your thighs, no doubt toying with your needy clit, dripping all over your palm.

“Gonna cum, shit, get off, baby. ‘Mgonnacumgonnacumgonncum-"

And he really can’t hold back when your warm hand reaches up to cup his balls, flattening your tongue along the blunt head of his pearly tip, swirling and sucking to milk his cum out.

His orgasm barrels into him rapidly, a groaning whimper of your name torn from his lips. His balls tighten in your fingers, body tensing while his hips lose control and buck up, deeper than he should. It has you gagging once more, unable to pull off from his fingers buried in your hair. Caleb holds you down against his thick cock, nose almost smushed against his sweaty pelvis for a second. One. Two. Three. Until the blissful spasms relieve his body.

Gently pinned by Caleb, warm spurts of his sticky, thick seed fill your mouth, flooding your tastebuds, shooting down your throat in messy, white rivulets. Even when you pull off, he’s still cumming, pleading your name when your hand replaces the friction of your wet mouth, stroking him off the rest of his high.

Ropes of his release continue to spill, ribbons splattering onto your cheeks, sliding down onto your outstretched tongue, joining the pool of his ivory cum already in your mouth. Your eyes flutter open, catching sight of your lover panting, chest heaving, and bottom lip caught between his teeth while he looks down at you.

Caleb always thinks you look pretty, but here, right now, he thinks you look the prettiest. You, down on your knees with your cheeks bathed in white streaks of his cum. His twitching cock settles on your face, the heavy weight presses on your tongue as you lap away the remaining pearls of his cum dribbling down the ridges and onto the skin of your fingers.

"Mmm, was that okay?" You question softly, voice murmured against his softening cock, peering up at him through the canopy of your lashes.

Your question is answered when he tugs you up quickly, eagerly pressing his lips to yours, his heavy tongue darting out to pry your mouth open, tasting himself on you.

"You- fuck, did so good, pipsqueak." His praise is smushed against your lips, unwilling to break the kiss, straight-laced on maintaining any connection he has with you. "So, so good."

He kisses you harder, wetter, and messier than when you were on your knees for him. Caleb kisses you like a starving man, insistent and overwhelming, pushing himself into your space until your senses are filled with nothing but his immense presence.

The tangy taste of his cum is swapped between the two of you and he's moaning at the mixed taste. The taste of him and you, swirled together more intimately than anyone could ever get, a flavor only he gets to savor on your tongue.

In the mess of your hazy kisses, drunk off each other's intoxicating taste, you both stumble through the room, the stench of blissed arousal mixing in the air. Your arms wrap around his neck, mouth open to invite his tongue to meet yours in a familiar rhythm, urging him impossibly closer to your warm heat.

Caleb takes the opportunity to latch his hands around your hips, pushing backward until the back of your knees finds the edge of your bed frame, falling backward onto your back with him following soon after. He collapses on top of you, supported by his hands on either side of your head, admiring how you look in the dim light.

Your hair splays around the sheets, framing your flushed features that gaze up at him so lovingly. Swollen lips tugged between your teeth so prettily and your breasts heaving with heavy breaths, inhaling his recognizable scent that’s lived with you for as long as you remember.

With a heavy sigh, Caleb allows himself to fall forward, headfirst into the swell of your breasts. He feels completely boneless, blissed out, and completely satisfied with the aftershocks of pleasure thrumming through his veins. But that doesn't stop his adventurous fingers from skittering along the mound of your thighs, slipping in between the space of your legs, immediately finding your clit through your soaked panties.

After all, he can't leave his special girl unsatisfied now, can he?

"Hm, so wet, aren't 'cha?" He murmurs against your breast, a loving smile on his lips. "That's alright, let me clean that up for you, sweetheart.”

With practiced ease, he slips your shirt over your head, revealing the hardening buds of your nipples in the heated air. The sensitive buds are taken into his warm mouth, suckling on the tit just as gently as you did on him earlier. His tongue is warm and wet, rolling the nipple along his tongue, moaning at the taste of your salty skin.

The ministration has your back curving into an arch, his free hand sliding under you, reaching around to grope and pinch at your other mound. He curls into your side to cradle you against his warm torso, one arm wrapped behind you, the other slipped between your thighs with practiced ease.

His fingers are lithe and long, with veins running from his wrist down to the calloused pads that roll your clit gently, coaxing the softest moans to fall from you. Caleb likes it better this way, more than when your mouth was stuffed full with his cock. He likes hearing you, seeing your cheeks bloom with heat, face to face as he toys with the body he knows so well.

He's swiping at your sensitive pearl until you're burying your face into the crook of his sweaty neck, mouthing at his salty skin, and digging your nails painfully into his strong biceps. He plays around with your cunt, making sure every calculated pressure and touch sends your mind reeling into some pool of euphoria, too mind-numbing to even consider what he's doing to you.

You want it. You want him. You want everything of him.

"Caleb," Your voice escapes as a breathy whine, hot against his skin. "Please, no need for this… I already came once, 'm wet enough."

Caleb only laughs softly, sympathetic to your eagerness. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple, a dizzying contrast to his fingers that prod around your clenching hole. You already know what he's going to say, insisting that he stretches you out, but it doesn’t subdue the ache burning at your body and restraint. Attentive, as he's always been.

"Can't do that, sweetheart." He smiles against your head, inhaling the scent of your hair as his fingers dip just barely into your sopping heat, the gentle pads of his finger feeling inside your gooey walls. A motion that has you gasping, hands shooting to hold his wrist as if he'll stop and think about your plea. "That wasn't from me, it doesn't count."

The last part is said with lingering possession, a glint in his eyes as he stares down upon you. He wasn't the one to stretch you out, it doesn't count if it's the work of your own fingers, doesn't count if he isn't the one to take care of you.

"'S just quick, honey. Be a good girl and let me take care of you, yeah? It’s what the birthday boy wants." A smile curls at his lips, kind, gentle, warm. Like he wasn't just moaning your name, humping your mouth, and shooting ropes of sticky cum down your throat minutes prior. “Weren’t you sucking that dildo for me? Practicing for my cock down your throat on my birthday?”

“Wha- how did-”

Before you can question, he silences you with a kiss, tongue drawn into yours in a quiet hush. Unfortunately, it works. Placates the ache building in your cunt, mind succumbed to the movement of his lips against yours, sucking and rolling on your tongue in languid movements.

“How could I not know? We’ve spent so many years together, do you really need to ask at this point?”

Against your thigh, you can feel his cock twitching back to life, reacting to your curves that meld against the smooth ridges of his body. A knowing sigh leaves his lips, kissed to yours when you, predictably, send your hand dancing down the length of his torso, wrapping your smooth fingers around his girth.

The steady flicks of your wrist have him gasping into your lips, pulling away slightly to meet your coy gaze, set on his purple hues.

"I left all the planning for you. Who would’ve thought that you wanted this." He says, smug and amused. That is, until your palm domes over the sensitive head of his cock, hissing out a gasp and a sharp buck of his hips.

His reaction sends a gratifying thrill through your body, all the power held in your hands, and so pleased at his body's betrayal. "Don't tease me, Caleb."

"Alright, alright, I won't." He rumbles, apologizing with a kiss on your lips and the sinking of a single finger into your walls.

His finger is long, reaching deeper than yours ever could, all the way down to his knuckle. It slides in with a prurient squelch, joining the repetitive 'schlick schlick' of your hand encasing Caleb's cock, pumping over him in rhythmic motions. Along with a quiet groan, he connects his lips to yours, swallowing the whine that escapes when he slides another finger into the slick mess between your legs.

It's erotic, the heady air stifling the room. Your hips twist, unabashed against his fingers, forcing his warm pads to brush along that special spot that has your features contorting in pleasure and your back arching into his body. Your muscles constrict, legs shaking lightly when he adds his thumb to the mix, rubbing quick circles against your sensitive bud that has your body keening instantly for him.

It'd be almost unfair if he wasn't also so far gone in your touch. Caleb can't help the way his hips buck and twitch into your closed fist. Your warm palm runs along the ridges of his cock, curving over his blunt tip so gently to collect the pearls of pre, fucking it back over his cock, sending a sensation just shy of pain up his spine. It’s so fucking sensitive, everything is. Enhanced by your mere presence, he feels like he could just combust.

Whatever effect he has on you is increased tenfold on him.

You're panting against each other's mouth, swallowing moans and swapping webs of saliva. Each push of his fingers in you sends the filthiest sound resonating throughout the bedroom, the hot air intoxicating the both of you, wrapped in each other's embrace along with the gentle stoking of euphoric bliss.

Amidst your constant moans, hips pumping sloppily over his three fingers, you manage to call his name out in broken syllables. Quiet, a plea to him.

"Caleb, enough, please." You purr his name, free hand digging crescent marks into his skin.

Everything is so wet; his cock, your cunt, your lips, your bodies. Everything is filled with an ache that needs to be filled, pieces of a puzzle only for each other to solve and savor.

You don't wait for him to respond before you're untangling yourself from his numbed limbs, pushing him onto his back to settle into his lap. The loss of his fingers almost erupts a whine to bubble in your lips, hushed by the feel of his cock straining under the warmth of your body, pulsing against your belly.

His cock stands tall against the expanse of your stomach, bigger than what you remember having in your mouth.

Caleb is, by no means, a small man. He's well-endowed in many forms, and his cock is no exception. The sight of it against your stomach makes your mouth water once more. He's big and burly, with angry, thick veins running along his shaft. Pearls of pre dribble down his length, pooling onto his abdomen, begging to be licked up.

No matter how many times you've seen it, your gaze is always caught, breath hitched in your throat at the realization that this has been inside you, streaming thick jets of seed in you, claiming you.

"You've seen it before," Caleb's voice snaps you out of your stupor, flickering up to his eyes. "Why so shocked? You just had it in your mouth earlier, scared?"

His eyes fill with mirth, an emotion he really shouldn't be feeling in the moment. A warm laugh of lasciviousness escapes him as his hands travel up the plains of your body, cupping your tits once more to roll the buds between his dexterous hands. He's always so smug when it comes to this, a sense of joy encapsulating his heart when he sees how dearly you adore his cock. And while some men may take offense at being seen for such a thing, Caleb drinks in all the joy.

He especially drinks in the way his cock drools onto your navel. It's pretty, the way the beads of pre cum smear onto your stomach, eager to sink in your tight warmth. If you want it this way, so be it. He's already given into your desires earlier, what's one more for you?

What's one more of anything for you, really?

His hips find purchase on your hips, looking up at your expression, a want that mirrors his own. Slowly, he pulls you forward, chest to chest, ensuring that your warm folds meet his burning cock, lathering himself thick with your slick.

The touch has the both of you groaning out. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, curling at the cool metal of his dog tag as your clit rolls over the underside of his cock, frictioned between a vein of pulsing arousal, sending short shocks of bliss through your nerves. It has you leaking even more, pussy drooling over his hard cock.

"Caleb… come on." You plead, hips lifting with thick strands of arousal connecting your cunt to his length. You shouldn't even need to beg, your gooey cunt is practically crying for him anyways.

In response, his hands on your hips tighten, easily pushing and pulling you over his painfully hard cock. His blunt tip kisses your clit, slit spilling his arousal over the pearly bundle of nerves, creating a slippery friction between the two of you. The friction sings between you both, squelches created with every passionate motion.

"You're the one on me, pipsqueak. You wanted to be on top, didn't you?"

And you know he wants you too, even more than you. But Caleb is mean, a bully who lives to see you whine and beg (it gets him impossibly harder to see you rely on him, needing him). Even as his cock throbs, blood flushing through the veins of his cock, felt right under the sensitive hood of your weeping cunt.

If the heat simmering between you two wasn't consuming your mind, thinking with your drooling pussy instead of your mind, you'd have hopped off and left him rock hard for teasing you so cruelly. He's lucky you want him right now.

So with trembling hands, your fingers wrap around the tip of his cock, pulling slightly off your sticky clit, strings of arousal breaking off before guiding him to your throbbing hole. The slicked head presses insistently against you, hot against your core, barely breaching through your tight rim.

Slowly, you finally sink down.

The two of you gasp at the intrusion, features twisting and curving into one of pleasure and hot relief. Your breath is knocked from your lungs, oxygen flying out as your thighs burn with pressure. Inside and out. Your eyes flutter shut, nails raking into his shoulders while he fills up the deepest parts of you.

He's just so big. A feature of him that's made even more prominent when he's angling his hips up to smooch at your g-spot that he knows so well.

Warm, wet, velvety walls pillow his throbbing cock, a low hiss escaping from his kiss-bitten lips.

"Ah, fuck, sweets… so fucking tight…" Hot palms press against your hips, pulling you both chest to chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart against his. The rhythmic cadence mirrors one another, beating in sync like a perfectly timed metronome.

Your sweat-slicked skin glides smoothly against his chest as you lift up, leaving just the sensitive head of his dick nestled inside your gummy walls before you’re sliding down with a delicate moan tumbling from your lips. The swift movement leaves you lightheaded, numbed from liquid bliss that jets through every high-strung nerve. Your pussy swallows him up so greedily, unwilling to let him go.

“Caleb.” You keen the syllables of his name, raspy and breathy.

Gods, he thinks he can cum just from that. Just the sound of his name falling from your lips is enough for him to feel the burning heat shooting up his spine, dick twitching with the need to claim your womb with his potent seed. The urge to cum flies through his mind, lips finding the seam of yours to kiss, swallow, consume every part of you.

Your senses fill with just him as his dick presses so gently in your core, enhanced every time you sink onto him, sheathing his warm length in the gooey heat of your messy cunt. The squelch that follows is obscene, a beg from your greedy pussy to keep him close, buried in you. Even if your mind, filled with the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of you at your own pace, is incapable of voicing your pleasure, he finds that he’ll listen to your pussy instead.

In response to the salacious noise, strong arms slither around your waist to pull you impossibly closer; heart to heart, lips on lips, holding you close like a secret for himself. A secret he'd never give away, tucked into the smooth crevices of his beating heart, protected by the curved bones of his ribs.

You're a secret meant only for him, a special pedestal chiseled out in his soul for you.

The reverberation of flesh on flesh resonates throughout the room. Your hips drop down on him repeatedly, mixed with the grinding of your hips, rolling your aching clit on the surface of his body. Your arms pull him close by his neck, tongue tangling with his to devour the mantra of your name that leave his lips, trailing down to suck and mark the column of his smooth neck.

Hues of rose bloom against his pale flesh, contrasting against the silver of his necklace, cool on his heated flesh. Caleb allows his head to loll back, holding you tight against him, allowing you to bounce yourself on his cock, using him for your desires.

That’s all he ever wants from you — he simply wishes for you to use him, own him, ruin him. Caleb simply wants to be yours.

“So good, baby. Doin’ so good for me, using’ me so good.” His praise falls loosely as if you can even understand his words amidst your endless mewls of his name, helplessly clinging onto him like a lifeline.

But even clinging onto Caleb doesn’t help the burning muscles of your thighs that increase with every rise off his cock, dropping down so your greedy hole can swallow the thick length once more. And to your dismay, the slowing pace has the wisps of your orgasm slipping through your grasp, the edges of bliss teetering away that pulls a desperate whine from your lips.

“Caleb,” You beg, nails raking down his shoulders. The simple word is enough for him to know what you want, asking him for help like you always do. Running to the only person you’ve ever relied on. He’s the only person you should rely on. “Please, please, ‘m so close…”

“You’re close?” Caleb preens, voice hot and ragged against your ear. “What do you need, hm? Tell me, tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, just tell gege."

He’s not exactly asking, the answer is obvious, even if he didn’t know you like the back of his hand. He can feel it from your fluttering walls, the pitch of your moans, the flurried babbles of unintelligible whimpers that spew from your swollen lips. He knows from the simmering of your body against his, sloppy hips losing the momentum you’ve worked so hard to build, racing to finish around his cock.

His poor girl, getting so tired from riding him. It’s okay, he thinks, he’ll take care of you. Just like he always does.

But he still wants to hear you, wants to listen to that pretty voice he’s spent years devoting himself to. He wants to listen to you plea for his help, rely on him just a little longer, need him just a little more.

“Wanna cum! Wanna cum around your cock, Caleb.” You bury your face into the crook of his neck, hips never stopping its irregular rhythm despite the aching burn in your muscles. “Please, I need you. Need you to make me cum.”

The sound of your sweet beg fills his flushed ears, prompting him to pull you closer, hands splayed on your back as his feet anchor into the soft mattress. The next feeling you receive from him is a deep, sharp thrust up into your soaked cunt, cock kissing all the sensitive parts in you.

Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

The sharp movement has you tipping forward into his chest, arms feebly holding onto him while he bounces you on his thick length, pistoning his girth into your weeping pussy. Salacious squelches follow with every plunge, strings of wetness sticking him to you in webs whenever he pulls out, eager to delve back in. And you can do nothing but take it.

You can do nothing but take the blunt head of his cock as it bullies into your gummy walls, thumb rolling tight circles on your sensitive clit until he has your back curving into him, eyes fluttering shut from the pressure building in your stomach, electricity shooting through you in tiny bursts.

“Need me, huh?” He coos, lilting and proud. You need him. You need him to make you cum because you can’t do it yourself, you need him to bring you to the finish because only he can do it — slotting himself into your life once more.

And Caleb relishes in it. Lives for it. Lives for you. For the way you cling onto him, the seam of your lips pressing wet, hot kisses to his neck, the syllables of his name falling from your lips like a mantra. He lives for the way your cunt flutters around his cock, earning a pleased groan from the man as he feels you quickly approaching your orgasm.

“Close?” He whispers, already knowing the answer. He knows your body better than you do, aware of the blissed pulsing of your pussy and the pitches of your moans that signal your impending climax — all shooting straight to his cock, swallowed in your warmth.

Caleb keeps his persistent pace, panting softly with his cheeks dusted in rosy desire. His hips don’t stop, pulled tighter against you, a hand snaked between your heated torsos to rub at your raw clit, pushing you closer and closer towards the teetering edge of numbing pleasure.

Your body feels like it’s in suspension, torn between a foggy mist of euphoric haze and sharp bursts of electricity numbing your mind. Everything is so sensitive, so wet, so hot. Everything is too much for your body to contain, too much to process.

“O-oh, ‘m cummingcumming, ngh-”

Before you know it, your teeth sinks into the soft junction of Caleb’s neck and shoulder, igniting a sharp gasp from him as your body convulses, tensing and shaking in his hold. Everything completely whites out with a drawn out moan, muffled into his salty flesh. Static floods your mind as you cum around Caleb’s intrusive length, still pistoning in and out of your cunt, leaving it pliable, fuckable for his cum to nestle in your womb.

“Come on, cum for me, sweet girl. Go on, be a good girl, cum nice and hard for me.” Caleb groans out, voice ragged and rough with his own need to cum.

Your tight pussy swallows him whole, hips smooching against yours, cock head grinding perfectly to hit that sweet spot that overstimulates you until you’re biting at his skin, marking him up like a toy. Laying claim on him, making him yours.

It’s enough to make him cum, pushed over the edge. Enough to have him groaning out your name in a choked moan, muscles rippling with bursts of pleasure shooting through his abdomen, his erratically jerking into you. Pools of lavender squint shut while Caleb messily thrusts up into you, hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass to keep you still so the hot, sticky ropes of cum can spurt freely into your welcoming womb. Filled, and fucked back into you, over and over and over.

“Fuckfuckfuck, ‘s so good—”

Your lips smush onto his, hushing his cries of pleasure. His hands alter you to rock against him, reliving and clasping onto the last aftershocks of numbing pleasure rippling throughout the stems of your nerves. Your tongues move languidly through mewls and groans while your warm palms wander along his skin, mapping out the curves and contours of his body, engraving every detail to memory. Eventually, your hands settle on the space between his collarbone and jaw, thumb massaging the reddening divots against his pale skin created by your teeth.

With a soft sigh, you’re the first to pull away to admire his flushed features, looking lovingly up at you. You lean forward, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, mumbling softly, “Gonna tell me why you were here?”

Caleb sighs, a wispy smile set on his lips, twirling a strand of your hair around a lithe finger, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. He's sure you already know anyway, he has a third eye just for you, after all.

“I just missed you. I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you, but I guess I caught you at a good time though, huh?”

You flush at that, heat blooming on your cheeks even more than you already are. A gentle finger smooths along the crevices of his chest, the tip of your digit dragging with feather-light pressure on where his heart lays, beating fast and hard against the warm pad. “Was supposed to be a surprise…”

Caleb only laughs, kissing away the adorable pout. "Don't worry, I'll act surprised if you want me to. Just don't expect me to go easy on you when that time comes."

He pulls you close, burying his face into the soothing scent of your hair, mixed with the lingering stench of sex and love. He could stay like this forever, with you in his arms, cock softening in your cum-filled cunt, drowning in your familiar presence.

If he could ask for anything for his birthday, it'd be to stay like this. To hide you away from the rest of the world, curled into his protection. He wants to carve you into his heart, caged into the gaps of his ribs where he knows you'll be safe, relying on him. If not, he'd want to live in you. To be settled into your heart, webbed tight into the vessels of your pumping veins, providing everything you'll ever need.

Caleb simply wishes to be close to the one in his heart.

You wrap your arms around him too, clinging to his warmth. Caleb is your sun, always there, always shining, even on the days you forget to look up. He's always a part of your life and you want him there, no matter what. You want Caleb, just Caleb.

With a low sigh, your eyes flicker to the clock on your nightstand, showing in clear, white numbers.

12:00 am, June 13.

"Caleb?" You murmur, hushed and quiet.

His eyes, once fluttered shut, open immediately at the sound of your alluring voice calling for him. He responds with a low hum, fingers mindlessly circling haphazard lines and shapes into your skin as you relax on his chest.

"Happy birthday."

The simple words almost surprise him. He knows you've been planning for quite a while now, eager to give him the best celebration ever, but it's different hearing it like this. Especially when he has you pieced into his large frame, sweaty and sluggish and limp from pleasure. It's different when you murmur it so gently, your voice filled with the cadence of love and devotion.

There are no words that appear in his mind when you whisper to him, only the sudden need to pull you closer, press his heart to yours. He doesn't say anything, only sealing the seam of his lips to yours in a reverent kiss.

"Thank you, honey." Caleb’s lips curl into a boyish smile, charming and sweet.

"Will you tell me what you'll wish for?" Your eyes twinkle with mirth, teasing him affectionately. “I’ll make sure it definitely comes true.”

Caleb can only muster up a laugh, mussing up the strands of your hair with a shake of his head. "No can do, pipsqueak, my lips are sealed shut. If I tell you, it won't happen, you know?"

The response has you rolling your eyes, hands darting up to pinch and tug at his cheeks in retaliation. The answer doesn’t satiate the curiosity in you, only igniting your desire to extract the answer out of him. It ignites a hearty laughter from Caleb who tugs you close, rolling you two over until you're pinned under his large torso, nosing at your cheek with a wide grin.

He wouldn’t tell you. Or maybe you already knew, you always seemed to know things about himself that he didn't. Maybe you already know that he wishes for you to be his forever. In every lifetime. To seek out your soul to hold, bind, and sink into his. He wants to have your hand in his, to descend from the sky with you in his arms.

In this lifetime and every life after, Caleb only wants to be yours.

"Tell me, Caleb!" You whine, pushing him away to no avail. "Please… gege?"

That has Caleb’s breath hitching, a breathy sigh escaping his lungs in exasperation. How does he reject that? Your pleading expression, lips set in a tempting pout, and eyes begging to know his heart’s selfish desire.

Simple, he can’t.

So he lightly flicks your forehead, immediately leaning forward to soothe the touch with a kiss.

“If I tell you,” he murmurs, smooth voice vibrating against your temple, “then you have to make sure it absolutely comes true, alright?”

A smile follows his words, curving wider when he sees your eager nod. His warm palm raises, thumb brushing along the underside of your eyes, curving along delicate lashes reverently before he cups your cheek. His irises flicker over your features, a hurricane of unrecognizable emotions flashing through his face.

“I wish,” he begins, pulling you tighter against him, careful to not smush you under his comforting weight, “that I get a little more of you every year. I wish for gravity to always bring me back home to you so I can see you by my side every day.”

Silence follows his words, the air growing thick between you both. Caleb looks down at you with an expression that can only be described as love, holding his breath for your response. He isn’t uncomfortable with you, far from it, but he’s a man afraid of being weak — vulnerable to the one nestled so deeply in his heart. Even with simple colds and illnesses, he hides away from you, so how can he reveal such a profound, selfish desire that constantly consumes his mind?

“Will you grant me that?” He asks, voice low and soft like he’s afraid that you’ll turn him away, “Can you grant me my selfish desires?”

A tempered heat simmers between your bodies before you let out a quiet laugh, not amused nor mocking, just one of happiness to mirror the ripples of love in your heart. It’s moments like these when you realize your Caleb isn’t as invincible as you always conceived him to be. He’s just a man who loves you dearly so.

“Okay, Caleb. Then no matter what happens, let’s always find our way back to each other.” You run your finger over his cheeks, trailing down until your palm finds his beating heart, thumping reassuringly against your skin. “Let’s be selfish together.”

The finality of your words, assured and strong, soothes the turmoil in his soul. Caleb brings your hand to his lips, lavishing a kiss on every delicate finger, each receiving a segment of his unending love for you.

“I’ll always find my way home to you.”

He’s certain now. He’s certain that gravity will always pull him back to you, if not, he’ll crawl through heaven and earth to hold your hand once more.

Happy birthday, Caleb. May gravity always bring you home <3

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myntrose · 2 months ago

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10:52 pm - domestic moments (indoor date night) w/caleb

Your ever busy schedule can only be matched with Caleb's even busier workload. Both of you knew that your relationship would involve a lot less physical time with each other. You're lucky to even see him in the morning before him or you head to work.

That's why date nights are especially rare. Again, it wasn't like you both didn't want to have a nice night out every now and then. However, the amount of times a date night had to be postponed, rescheduled, or downright canceled due to work has caused a major headache in your lives.

Caleb hadn't realized how much this affected you. It wasn't until he once came home, at the dead of night, to see you silently sobbing into your shared bed that he realized that he hasn't truly seen much of you in a long time.

And oh, he hates seeing you cry. He hated being the reason why tears feel upon your face. Approaching you in bed, he cupped your face while holding your body close. Caleb promises you a night, where it would just be you and him together. Separate from the world. Away from life and its responsibilities that tugged away from you. While it was only for a night, it was a start.

That's how tonight happens. You had some work duties during the morning, but Caleb told you not to worry and just make it home in one piece. A surprise, he has said. You could barely focus at work, buzzing at each tick of the clock until work hours ended. What had Caleb planned? A fancy reservation at a new restaurant? Maybe a picnic in some hidden spot? Hell, even if it was just hanging out at home and playing board games you were down. All you wanted was to finally spend some time with your boyfriend.

You could have rivaled the speed of light with how fast you sprinted out the building. After a few long, excruciating hours of sitting around work and basically doing nothing, you could finally go home and spend time with Caleb.

As you walk home, you realize that it had started to rain. So, that probably ruled out the plan of an outdoor date. A shame, but you're sure you'll still have fun. You enter your (and Caleb's) shared home, only to be hit with the smell of your favorite dish wafting through the air.

Behind the stove was none other than the man who looked at you like he was looking at his own salvation. Caleb seems focused on the task in front of him. Of course he knew your favorite food. Sometimes it scares you, the fact that he knows more about you than you do about yourself.

Making your way to him, you greet him by wrapping your arms around his body. He doesn't act surprise, almost as if he knew you had been there the whole time (he did, he always knew when you entered a room).

He puts down his utensils, setting the heat to low, before turning to you. Before you can process it, Caleb picks you up, and sets you down on the counter next to him. He decides to settle between your legs, caging you with his large body. His face buries itself into the nook of your neck.

You can feel his breath turning more and more steady. With this proximity, you can feel his heartbeat. It mimics your own, quick but controlled, sporadic but at peace. Despite having been together for a while now, neither of you can help this feeling of deep devotion towards each other.

Much against his wishes to stay like this forever, Caleb moves away first, greeting you with that same smile that you fell in love with years ago.

"missed you, pipsqueak"

Three words. one being that nickname you've grown to love. it doesn't take much to cause your heart to beat a bit faster.

"Go ahead a wash up. I already made your bath. We're having a movie night, and we can eat on the couch"

Nodding at his words, you hop off the counter, leaving Caleb to finish cooking your meal. He wasn't kidding about preparing your bath. You enter the bathroom to see the bath ready, bubbles and bath salts, your favorite products lined up. God, Caleb knew you so well.

Although staying in the bath was a tempting option, you wanted nothing more but to be within Caleb's proximity. So, you push yourself out of the comfort of the bath, and throw on your favorite pajamas- that being a pair of your shorts and Caleb's t-shirt.

Meanwhile in the living room, Caleb had prepared everything. He had picked out your favorite movies, set up dinner on the coffee table, and arranged your favorite snacks as well. He was just about done setting up when he seeing you emerge from your shared room.

God, you're beautiful, he thinks. Yes, your hair is still damp, you're wearing the baggiest clothes, wearing no makeup or anything. Yes, he still thinks you the most beautiful thing in this world.

You see the spread that Caleb has prepared, and it makes you want to tear up a bit. He did all this, taken a day of work, to prepare a night where it was just you two in your own world.

Caleb pulls you from your spot, dragging you into the couch. He sets you both to where your legs are on top of his. He throws over a blanket over you two, and presses play on the first movie.

It never has to be fancy or intricate with Caleb. He knows you, and knows exactly what to do during these rare times when you both care indulge each other's company.

While you know that you both have to return to the real world tommorow, you settle into the comfortable space you've both created for each other.

I need lover boy!caleb now pls and thank you

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rika-mmendmethings · 2 months ago

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Against Blood & Water l Sylus

Chapter 4

←CH 3 | CH 5→

Summary: Seventeen years ago, your life had taken a turn for the worse when your newborn twins were separated from you by a cruel twist of fate. The same fate had led you to the N109 Zone, to your children who were all grown up now. Reconciliation with your boys would've been slightly easier had they somehow not acquired a father figure over the years who wasn't letting them go anytime soon.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story. For this chapter: mentions of guns, stalking and drugs/drug dealings, first meeting with the devil himself

Word count: 2.9k

Playlist coming soon.

Notes: A long chapter as a compensation for lost time ;) This story is for the Sylus girlies' who consider Luke and Kieran their babies. A little information on the timeline: in this story, the reader is 35 with Luke and Kieran being 17. Sylus never felt like 28 to me, so he's a hot-ass 39-year-old man (bear with me). The timeline is a bit confusing, I know, but soon it'll be cleared, too. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me, and I'll try my best to give you a proper answer without revealing too much. Let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list for this series. ♥

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You cursed inwardly at the absence of a peephole as you pressed yourself flat against the door. Gun raised in your dominant hand, you reached for the doorknob with the other, turning it with excruciating care. Then, without further hesitation, you yanked the door open, heedless of the risk — after all, you were armed. That should be enough.

Standing before you was a short, elderly man, adjusting his glasses as he squinted at a crumpled sheet of paper. At the sound of the door opening, he looked up and scratched his head. “Is this apartment number 404?” he asked, entirely unfazed by the weapon in your hand. Perhaps he was just another product of life in the N109 Zone, where paranoia and firearms were part of the décor.

You felt your heart trying to recover from the brink of cardiac arrest — all for this?

“This building only has three floors, mister,” you deadpanned, rubbing your temples in mild irritation.

He chuckled gleefully, apparently amused by his own mistake. “Oh, dear gods! My bad, young lady. Enjoy your evening,” he said with a carefree wave.

You forced a polite smile and shut the door before he’d even turned away. Shaking your head in disbelief, you set your gun down on the table and wandered back into the dimly lit living room. Collapsing onto the couch, you picked up the mechanical bird that had been silently observing you. Its eyes remained vacant, yet the long-range tracker beneath its talon blinked persistently in red.

You tried to scratch the tracker off to no avail. Frustrated, you fetched a fork and prepared to pry it out manually — but were halted mid-movement by the bird’s sudden, piercing cries of distress.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you set the crow down beside you, your gaze drifting absently into the distance. You could feel the bird’s curious eyes fixed on you, and with a shrug, you turned your attention back to it.

“What?” you muttered. “Your creator probably embedded ten more trackers somewhere inside you. It's not like I’ll be able to find them all before my location gets compromised, so I’ll leave you be, birdie.”

The mechanical crow tilted its head and gave a subtle nod, as though it comprehended your reasoning — and agreed. It then began preening its artificial feathers with a calm efficiency that almost made you forget it was just a machine.

You studied it for a while, unable to suppress a flicker of admiration for the intricate craftsmanship. On impulse, you scooped the crow back into your hands, turning it over to inspect the fine detailing etched into its metallic body, ignoring the irritable caws it let out in protest. It fluttered in a futile attempt to escape, but its damaged wing kept it grounded.

A pang of guilt shot through you.

With a sigh, you stood and retrieved a pair of pliers. Holding them up, you addressed the bird, “I’ll try to fix your bent wing, if you’re willing.”

You were offering it the chance to back away — to refuse the aid of your untrained hands. But your lips curled faintly when the crow hopped forward, climbing onto your lap and settling with its wings spread out in quiet submission.

Carefully, you worked on its mangled wing, using the pliers to straighten the deformed metal feathers — casualties of the bullet that had nearly torn the wing off. When you were done, you gently set it down and gave it space.

With hesitant beats of its wings, the crow lifted into the air, wobbly and a bit unsteady, yes — but it was flying again. You watched with a quiet sense of pride, half-expecting it to head straight for the nearest exit.

Instead, it circled once, then landed beside your hand, staring up at you.

You raised a brow, amusement flickering in your eyes. “What? Not planning to report back to your master?” you teased, stroking a finger gently down its smooth, cold head. “Or maybe you’re sticking around to spy a little longer — just in case I spill something useful?”

The bird offered no response, no artificial chirps or movements. It simply settled beside you, tucking its wings neatly beneath its frame.

You exhaled, raking a hand through your hair as sleep overtook your senses, your body succumbing to the land of dreams.

The next morning, you woke with a well-devised plan already playing out in your mind as you freshened up for the day. It was simple, really: you'd visit a run-down bar named ‘Gemini’ where a man named Herald was waiting. He had promised to provide insider information on the drug lord’s upcoming deal locations — for a modest bribe, of course.

You were just about to head out when a familiar pair of glowing red eyes blinked up at you mid-popsicle bite. With a resigned sigh, you realized you couldn't risk leaving your most valuable lead unattended in the apartment.

You rummaged through the storeroom, still cluttered with leftover construction materials, until you unearthed an old rope. Returning to the living room, you grabbed the mechanical crow in one swift motion, ignoring its caws of protest. You secured the rope around its head and beneath its wings, fashioning a makeshift leash. A quick tug on your end confirmed it was neither too tight nor too loose — just enough to keep it in check.

The bird glared at you with unmistakable indignation, its metal feathers puffed out in defiance as it hopped into your path. You shot it a sharp look and warned coldly, “Get in my way again, and I’ll stomp on you so hard, even your synthetic feathers won’t know which direction to fall in.”

The mechanical crow appeared to understand the threat — albeit reluctantly — and, still a bit pissed, settled by your side as you locked the door behind you.

You made your way down the streets to the bar, the mechanical crow hopping ahead of you. You almost felt as if you were taking your pet crow for a walk — almost. Considering the bird was more of a hostage than a companion, and the aged rope barely qualified as a leash, the comparison felt far from accurate.

You made it to the club with a side-eye or two on the streets and searched for the burly man as soon as you entered. The interior was only sparsely crowded, making it easy to spot your contact. You took a seat across from Herald, carefully concealing your mechanical stalker beneath the table, its leash (rope?) still securely gripped in your left hand.

You handed over the promised payment, listening intently as Herald detailed the timing of the shifts between dealing locations. In a few moments, he passed you a hastily drawn map of the N109 Zone, the dealing routes marked with crude arrows and highlighted dots. You tucked the map into the pocket of your blazer as he left, and then made your way to the terrace of the ten-story building, a half-finished vegetable skewer in one hand and the rope (leash?) of your little stalker in the other.

Standing on the terrace, you gripped the cool metal railing, your fingers curled around it for balance. Your feet were perched on the narrow concrete lip running along the base of the railing, just elevated enough to allow you to lean forward slightly. The height gave you a better vantage of the ground below, though you found your mind wandering to the thought of what it would be like if you fell. You took a big bite of the vegetable around the skewer, concluding that you’d live but the injuries you’d face would be fatal.

As you absentmindedly took another bite from the skewer, your gaze flicked toward the bar below. A customer had just entered, and you couldn't help but notice that the doors weren’t the traditional wooden kind. Instead, two tall, sturdy mirrors stood in place, perfectly aligned, each reflecting the other. The corners of the mirrors were adorned with delicate silver filigree, now chipped but still beautiful.

Twin mirrors facing each other…hm.

You took the final bite of your skewer, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at the edge of your thoughts. You couldn’t place it — but before you could dwell on it further, the mechanical crow began flapping its wings in a frenzy, thrashing and twisting as if desperate to escape the rope looped around its neck.

Startled, you tossed the skewer aside and hastily dusted off your hand, tightening your grip on the rope. But it was too late. With one final violent jerk, the bird slipped free, its tarnished wings catching the dim light as it soared to the adjacent railing and disappeared into the shadows.

Left with no other choice, you drew your gun from the holster beneath your blazer and aimed at the faint glint of crimson in the darkness. You muttered a curse under your breath — damn the N109 Zone and its perpetual gloom, even at eleven in the morning. You couldn’t risk letting that bird escape. You shifted your aim slightly, targeting the wing, intent on mangling the metal just enough to ground it.

You pulled the trigger.

But the recoil caught you off guard. A sharp, startled scream tore from your throat as the force knocked you off balance. Your feet slipped from the narrow ledge, and in one fluid, horrifying motion, your body tipped over the railing. You plummeted, arms flailing, the wind shrieking past your ears as terror clawed its way up your spine. Ten stories down. This was your end.

Then — everything stopped.

A thick, red-black mist coiled around your body, engulfing you. In an instant, it yanked you upward back to the terrace. Before you could make sense of it, you were back — kneeling on the terrace floor, your chest heaving. You wiped the sweat from your brow with a trembling hand, blinking rapidly to clear your vision.

You saw a shadow on the ground moving towards you and you whipped your head up. The first thing you saw was your stalker bird perched obediently on his shoulders making everything inside you still. His voice, when he spoke, was deep and measured, with a touch of amused disdain.

“Someone really ought to revoke your pistol permit, sweetie.”

Right at that moment, you saw a small bullet hole right in the center of his forehead and minimal blood splattered on his face. Your hand flew to your mouth not out of the knowledge of the fact that you had shot him when you were meaning to shoot the bird, but out of the realization that he was alive and walking around as if he owned the place — that the bullet hadn’t killed him, as if death had chosen to skip him entirely.

You rose slowly to your feet, gripping the gun tightly as you sized him up. The mechanical crow perched dutifully on his shoulder was all the confirmation you needed — this was the man who had sent it to track your every move. Your stalker. And yet, paradoxically, this same man had just saved your life. Then again, you wouldn’t have ended up in that kind of situation if his little invention hadn’t startled you in the first place.

You watched with thinly veiled curiosity as he dragged a finger across his forehead, the bullet hole sealing itself as though it had never existed. Calmly, he retrieved a small black handkerchief from the pocket of his blazer and methodically wiped the blood from his face.

“How is this even possible? How are you still standing—just who the hell are you?” you asked, finally finding your voice.

“A friend, sweetie,” he replied smoothly, returning the handkerchief to its place. Were your ears failing you or did you actually hear ‘fiend’ instead of ‘friend’?

You chose not to voice your inner conflict. Instead, you crossed your arms and scoffed. “Friends don’t usually set their creepy little spy inventions to their so-called friends’ backs.”

He hummed in agreement, a low, velvety sound that matched the glint of amusement in his crimson eyes. They regarded you not with malice, but with the kind of knowing mirth that suggested he was three moves ahead — and quite enjoying it.

“I suppose I owe you an apology,” he began, voice smooth as silk. “Though, in my defense, necessity has a way of making choices for us.”

He stepped closer, the click of his boots against the floor deliberate. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he offered a name like it was a game piece laid on the board:

“I’m Sylus. Leader of Onychinus.”

The name landed like a stone in your stomach. You straightened instinctively, mind racing — Onychinus. That was who employed your children.

As if unfazed by your reaction, he produced a coin from his pocket and began flipping it lazily between his fingers, each spin catching the dim light. His tone remained conversational, almost indulgent.

“Onychinus has, regrettably, found itself under the radar of Linkon’s Crime Department. A tedious affair, really. The recent... activity spike within the faction hasn’t helped. Naturally, I’ve been searching for someone competent enough to handle a few inconvenient legal entanglements. Imagine my surprise when I learned that one of Linkon’s finest legal minds was wandering around the N109 Zone.”

He gave a subtle nod to the mechanical crow perched on his shoulder.

“So yes,” he said, lips curling into a smirk, “I sent Mephisto to keep an eye on you. Strictly for your… safety, of course. The N109 isn’t exactly a welcoming place for an outsider like you.” He paused, tilting his head slightly, that smirk deepening. “And, well… turns out that decision paid off quite nicely, didn’t it?”

You swallowed the sarcastic “no thanks” on the tip of your tongue and crossed your arms instead, tapping your foot with restrained annoyance, forced to keep your demeanor since you didn’t have knowledge of the extent of his powers.

“So what now?” you asked, voice edged. “Am I expected to sell my soul just because you showed up at the right time?”

His smile turned cryptic, as if he knew something you didn’t. “Something along those lines.”

You narrowed your eyes, about to respond, when he smoothly cut in.

“All I ask is that you lend me your legal expertise. Temporarily. Help me navigate a few… complexities. I’d say that’s a fair trade for pulling you back from death’s doorstep, wouldn’t you?”

If your department found out you were even considering this offer, they’d have your resignation letter written before you could blink. But then again, it wasn’t like your hands were clean. You’d tampered with major criminal cases before, manipulating outcomes with your probability evol — all while claiming not to be an evolver when you first joined the judiciary.

"What exactly do I stand to gain in return?" You jutted your chin toward him with defiance, finally easing your gun back into the holster beneath your blazer.

"You’re a shark," he commented, the corner of his mouth curling into the faintest hint of a grin.

"You should see me when there's blood in the water," you shot back coolly, your lips pressed into a firm line.

Sylus didn’t hesitate. "Protection in the N109 Zone. Especially when you're forced to wade through the mess that brought you here in the first place. Housing at my estate and most needs taken care of. No one will know you're working for me, and your position in Linkon’s judicial branch will remain untouched. Your expenses will be handled. You'll have regular access to Mephisto, Luke, and Kieran."

He let that last part hang, crimson eyes observing your reaction.

Your breath hitched as you heard him mention the names of your twins. That alone was enough reason for you to work for him. You’d see them again. Every day, even. You could rebuild something real, something fragile that had almost been lost eighteen years ago. Thank goodness that the little semblance of pride in you prevented you from bursting into happy tears right at that very moment.

You cleared your throat, eyes flickering to a distant point as if searching for a reason not to give in.

"Alright," you murmured, gaze steady now. "I'll work with Onychinus—for the time being."

Sylus leaned back in his seat, exuding a quiet satisfaction. "Excellent." He extended a hand, his voice like velvet over steel. "Welcome to Onychinus."

You took his hand in a firm shake. His grip was tightened for a fraction of a second and you could’ve sworn you saw some kind of hostility in his gaze before it was gone.

"Why don’t you gather your belongings from your apartment?" he suggested. "We’ll head to the estate once you’re ready. I’ll drive."

You gave it a moment’s thought, then nodded. He gestured for you to lead the way, ever the gentleman with a predator’s patience.

Once your footsteps had faded and the terrace fell silent, Mephisto, perched nearby, cocked his head and let out a low, inquisitive caw. His gaze remained locked on the door you had passed through, the space where you'd stood, almost as if he were waiting for you to reappear.

After a long pause, Sylus finally spoke, his voice a whisper that still managed to echo with dark resonance. "They say to keep your friends close..." He let the words dangle, his lips curling ever so slightly. "...but it’s your enemies you should keep closer… Close enough to feel the pulse of their fear, yet distant enough that they never see your blade until it’s too late."

He turned to follow you, Mephisto perching back on his shoulder.

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In Latin, "Gemini" means "twins." Gemini is a bar which was sponsored by Sylus himself, a year after he officially met Luke and Kieran. Most of the ornaments and even the architecture of the place allude to the general theme which is 'twins'. Additionally, the menu of the bar is everything that the twins' like. The bar is "run-down" as a result of the twins antics overtime.

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