Something really weird is happening with your favorite game. Since when was there a 4D update!?
pairing: Caleb Xia x reader
cw: obsessive themes, delulu reader and delulu caleb, fingering, oral (f! receiving), p in v sex, jealousy, light yandere themes, overstimulation, mentions of masturbation
a/n: this is super deranged and unreal LMFAO i just love the idea of caleb breaking the 4th wall in game all the time and wanted to have a lil fun for his belated b-day :P also def might make this a multi part thing!!
For the last year, you have become absolutely infatuated with your phone- specifically a silly little app called love and deepspace. It all started with you simply falling down a little rabbit hole on tik tok one night- filled with edits and clips of some of the finest animated men youâve ever seen in your life and it quickly had you itching for more.
It became a full time, sickening addiction. Your life was engrossed in the distant, fictional world of Linkon City- surrounded by all five love interests that seemed to keep your attention at all hours of the day. When you worked, you spent your breaks farming rubies in Hunter Contests, or chocolates through dates at the arcade! Youâre a force to be reckoned with at Kitty Cards- sweeping wins left and right against every single one of the men that were more than willing to indulge you.
It became slightly concerning for the people around you, having no clue at all what could possibly keep your attention so beyond locked in on your phone screen. Some of the girls you worked with assumed it was a boy you were just keeping secret- and in a way they were right.
There was one boy in particular that had your heart completely captive- Caleb.
Your sweet, doting, Caleb. He was the most attentive of the five, doing absolutely anything and everything for MC- because he genuinely wants to.
You spent the most time with him in the Destiny Café, hours spent in quality time while you went about your daily life. He worked out, you cleaned. He worked while you did, offering small tidbits of commentary with that delectably smooth voice that always made you yearn to hear it for real-
You didnât mean for this to grow so parasocial, and you were quite embarrassed whenever you thought too hard about it. But, you find that reality really sucks when thereâs a world in your palms thatâs so willing to cater to your every desire. The farspace fleetâs colonel was someone that struck a certain nerve deep within you, he was man that stemmed from such deep pain and trauma and more than willing to bear the weight of it all for the one thing he loves most- MC.
If you wouldnât end up on some form of a grippy sock vacation for admitting it, youâd very loudly express your jealousy for the character you portray in this game you spend all your time playing.
But beyond these silly surface level feelings, there was something about Calebâs character that wasâŠ. rousing.
Again, you may be a little crazy- and this might be a stretch, which youâre honestly so down bad it definitely could be. Itâs not like youâre gonna talk to anybody about this anyways- but every time you hop on the game, every time you went to kindle memories with Caleb or whenever you enjoy secret times, something felt like his character was talking and looking through the screen as opposed to just talking and looking at MC through her perspective.
It was alarming, yes, and maybe you should finally schedule that therapy appointment youâve been putting off for the last 6 months⊠but you found it slightly comforting, even in its unnerving nature. Of course, his trope aligns with yandere- and of course that was one of the many reasons he was your main, but still. Maybe his voice actor just deserves one hell of a raise for truly convincing you through that smooth, baritone voice that you were the one he truly longed for.
Ugh, you would give anything to leave the shitty reality you live in to fully immerse yourself in the world that rests in your palms. Seriously, anything.
Especially when you walk into work to find absolutely everythingâs a complete shit show. Almost everybody called out, which means you have to stay way later than scheduled- customers are even more impatient and rude than normal and of fucking course someone completely trashed the bathroom. You 1,000% are not getting paid enough for this.
If only you were living in your dream world, you wouldnât have to put up with any of this bullshit. You scoff in disgust at the sight of the bathroom in front of you and slam the door shut with an âout of orderâ sticker slapped on top. Taking care of it is not a task youâre brave enough to take on right now.
Youâre beyond pissed with today, itâs Calebâs birthday event- and you saved up enough rubies to finally ball out on wishes to hopefully bring his new card home. But of course, youâre going to be fucking stuck here until who knows when-
âExcuse me?â You hear a softer manâs voice fill your ears and you turn to see a guy around your age standing on the other side of the counter of the coffee shop you work at. Heâs kinda cute, you canât lie. A sweet, but nervous glint in his eye and you raise your brow in response. He probably saw how pissed you were coming back from finding out about the fucking bathroom situation, you shouldnât take it out on him when he probably just walked in. âSorry, how can I help you?â You force a polite smile and he offers a sympathetic one back.
âNo worries. Long day?â His question throws you off, a complete 180 from the inconsiderate assholes that have been adding to your shit mood. You canât help but sigh and nod honestly, something about his concern has you feeling a tad vulnerable on a surface level. âYou could definitely say that. One of those days where everything goes wrong, yâknow? Itâll pass, but, what can I get you started with?â You donât have to force the smile as much when heâs got quite a handsome smile himself.
One of his hands reaches back and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. âWell, if iâm being completely honest- I only came inside because I saw you through the window and thought you were really pretty. Iâm so sorry if that sounds creepy, I can totally head out if so- I just wanted to ask if you were seeing anyone or, maybe if youâd be open to getting to know a stranger. Again, totally cool if not.â His face is bright red now, and you feel your stubborn heart jump to your throat at the unexpected admission.
He came in just because he thinks youâre pretty?
Youâve never heard anything so sweet before-
âReally?â You donât mean to sound so eager, itâs just been so long since youâve come across a guy that wasnât a piece of shit from the get go. âI, uh, iâm not seeing anyone currently,â you murmur, feeling your cheeks flush and you look down at your manicured nails to avoid looking so nervous. âI really appreciate the compliment, I uh, I think youâre pretty cute, too.â
Itâs a cute exchange, he ends up giving you his number to keep the ball in your court which you respect immensely and before you know it your shift is flying by now. The two of you had made an arrangement to grab a drink tomorrow when heâs off of work and get to know each other, and youâre feeling ecstatic about it. Itâs been so unbelievably long since youâve gone on a date, especially since your free time has lately been devoted to 2-D men on your phone screen.
You could definitely use an orgasm without having to do the work all by yourself.
Of course, you didnât really have any qualms at all with your current situation. There was something truly alluring about Calebâs voice, and one of the first things you love doing at night is to pop your headphones in and load up all of his secret times. It was the best way to get yourself truly going- the sound of his whines and heavy breaths directly in your ear reduced you to a complete puddle.
Maybe you were too far gone with abusing not only the secret times section as a whole, but your poor rose. That thing had been working overtime for the last year alone.
So maybe it was time for a real guy to take care of it for you, your devices deserved a well needed break.
It starts with texting throughout the next day, Kyleâs super sweet and seemingly genuine. Heâs in college, living in his own apartment, and working on his days off from class in retail. He relates to you on how shitty people can be, how ungrateful and entitled they treat workers such as yourselves even when itâs beyond undeserving.
You smile to yourself as youâre getting ready for your date, Calebâs writing in his notebook in front of you- but the sweet brunette feels nothing but jealousy and dread as he watches you with those crinkled violet irises from behind the screen.
Youâre going on a date with someone else!?
After everything heâs done for you with the resources he has? You canât be serious.
Love and Deepspace may seem like just an ordinary dating simulator, but your intuition has secretly been correct- Caleb is very much real and has been trying to reach you through the MC. Itâs like a one way mirror- you see the game at that surface level, but that eerie feeling you can never actually shake off isnât just paranoia, you really are being watched.
Every time you do your makeup and have quality time on, those violet eyes are always watching you with a sense of admiration. He thinks youâre more beautiful than anything in this world, and when he makes his slick comments about making sure you stay focused are more so reminders to himself than you. At nights when you fall asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat and deep breaths, he waits until you fully doze off before he lets his eyes creak open to watch you.
Watching you sleep has to be his favorite way to pass time, when youâre the most comfortable and relaxed- it gives him a chance to fully admire you without any interruption. You make the cutest sounds in your sleep, little snores and huffs that just barely qualify as a noise, it only makes him yearn for you even more. If only the day would come where he could break out of this coded system in your phone. He meant it when heâd said he wanted to keep you in a world where itâs just the two of you. Heâd keep you safe, and keep you satisfied 24/7. But heâs completely bound to this never ending cycle of pain with MC while you hold all of it in the palm of your hand.
The distance is unbearable now- and itâs a painful slap to his face when he realizes you still have your own real world, one without him in it. Thereâs no worse feeling than knowing that no matter what he has to offer you, youâll never be able to truly be his. No matter how many times heâs using his voice to swiftly carry you from one orgasm to the next late at night, youâre meant to find someone else to take Calebâs place.
Heâs absolutely devastated when youâre spraying the last layer of setting spray over your face, locking in your makeup for the night. He even has your makeup routine locked down, knowing what you prefer to use and the methods you use to be able to do your makeup himself if he wanted to. He knows you better than anyone- again, if only he could escape this digital prison. Funny how itâs his birthday, yet the only thing heâs ever wanted is the one thing heâll never be able to have.
Heâd make sure youâd be so well taken care of that youâd never have to even think about anybody else.
You feel pretty good about your appearance, opting for a simple grey tube top with an oversized back cardigan and jeans. It was flattering, but modest enough to not completely throw yourself out there. You wanted to leave a little to the imagination in case anything were to escalate.
Itâs been an embarrassing amount of time since youâve been with anyone⊠hell, youâre honestly kinda hopeful you can break your dry spell if heâs nice enough.
Thereâs supposed to be a rain storm later tonight- you donât know exactly when but you throw your hair up into a high ponytail just in case. Thereâs a sense of nervousness hanging in the air of your bedroom, you glance around to make sure everythingâs cleaned up well enough in case of a visitor and exhale deeply, overwhelmed by yourself.
What are you thinking? Itâs just a first date.
The idea of going on such an unexpected date seemed surreal to you- but you figure maybe it could be a good time. As much as you love your little quiet life just playing your favorite game while going through your every day- you glance down at the screen where Caleb still writes diligently in his notebook and that faint desire to escape into that dream world just barely starts tugging at your heartstrings once more-
Maybe itâs time for a healthy change of pace.
You grab your phone with only 12 seconds left of your scheduled quality time, and Caleb watches with a sense of hopelessness brewing in his gut when he sees just how pretty you look- for someone else.
âIâm going out for the night, Cay,â youâre cringing at yourself but you swear itâll help with the guilt you feel somewhere deep down, âgonna pull all of my wishes when I get back. Please donât make me spend too much money like Sylus did on his birthday.â You grumble that last part before ending the session and closing out of the app, basically sentencing the poor pilot to time out.
Calebâs beside himself over the reality heâs facing. You have no idea whatsoever that he can provide you everything and more- certainly more than whatever guy youâre going out to see tonight anyways. Heâs gotta figure out a way to prove this to you.
Heâs seen your texts- every time youâve gotten a notification mid game- Caleb can see it. When you selected that little âallowâ button when the app asked to track the rest of your apps- you granted him full access to your life through your phone. He knows that this guy isnât what heâs all chopped up to be in your eyes. He knows heâs better than him. Caleb knows he will always be the best option for you.
And you didnât have the slightest idea.
You arrive at the bar youâre supposed to meet at right after he does, heâs already waiting outside with a lazy, but undeniably sexy smile stretched across his lips. He looked more put together than he had at the coffee shop- his longer auburn hair styled back in a flowy style, the strands framing his strong jaw. He was dressed in kind of similar clothes, a nice graphic t-shirt with black cargo pants that kept his frame slightly hidden.
Youâre nervous for sure, but heâs super nice and holds open the door for you and lets you take the first dibs at whatever bar stool you want. âYou look beautiful, how was your day?â Heâs asking before anything else. You feel your cheeks flush and turn in the stool to face him. âThank you, itâs been okay. Iâm glad to be out of the house, been cleaning and doing chores all day long. What about you? What did you get yourself into today?â You hum in response before the bartender comes and gets a quick drink order from you both.
You end up talking for a bit longer than you expected- flowing so smoothly through conversation topics and youâre surprised when you both have actually a lot in common. Heâs close to graduating medical school, which tells you he definitely has a lot on his plate. The fact that heâs taking time out of his schedule to get to know you makes your skin tingle with nerves.
Your night continues, youâve had enough drinks to feel great but not too many so you can still handle yourself and get home safe. Thereâs an arcade attached to the bar, and he pays for a game card to be able to spend even more time together. You arenât lying either when you say youâre thoroughly enjoying yourself.
You look around the arcade as you walk alongside him, a bit closer than you would have at the start of the night, and your eyes lay on a glowing claw machine towards the further wall of the arcade. His eyes follow where yours went and you notice a sense ofâŠ.hesitation?
âYou wanna do the claw machine? Out of everything here?â
You fucking hate the way your mind immediately jumps to the warm violet irises that would never question what youâd choose at the arcade. Your breath catches in your throat from nervousness- âUh- kinda. The claw machine is always my favorite,â you chew on your bottom lip before he realizes youâre taken aback by his response.
âNo! That totally works- I just, aw, man I really suck at these things,â heâs laughing kinda nervously himself and it confuses you the slightest bit, âI wasnât looking to embarrass myself so soon and scare you off.â
Oh, he just sucks at claw machines- not that he thinks youâre weird for liking them.
You start to giggle, relief spreading across your chest and you wave his nervous smile off. âOh my god, thereâs no way youâre bad enough to scare me off.â You playfully shove at his arm beside you and he smiles down at you- wow, heâs actually really fucking hot.
Youâre suddenly appreciating going the alcohol first route wayyy more.
You walk with him to the claw machine, and youâre genuinely shocked when he actually proves himself right. Youâve never seen worse claw skills in your life, even if you tried. Youâre trying so hard to be supportive, but itâs almost like he doesnât even have a sense of urgency to rescue the plushies from their confinement.
What really rubs you the wrong way is when he doesnât even let you try.
âMaybe we can come back to it, why donât we play a game together instead?â
What the fuck is wrong with you!?
You canât compare this guy thatâs just probably just really nervous and maybe embarrassed about the fact that he couldnât win you something to somebody fucking fictional.
âThatâs fine with me,â you hum with a smile and follow him to the pinball machines. The vibe isnât threatened at all by the claw machine situation like you worried it would be. Itâs really nice.
You step off to the bathroom at one point in the night to freshen yourself up, growing warm from the drinks, and you look at your phone for the first time tonight to find it absolutely flooded.
Youâve never seen this many notifications from lads in your life!?
They were all the typical game notifications at first glance- heâs offering to whip up some food for you, doesnât want you to forget the plans youâve made with him, etc. But the fact that thereâs so many when itâs only been about four hours since youâve touched your phone is quite alarming. You scroll through them all to reach the âclear notificationsâ button when your eye catches something different.
Love and Deepspace: SYSTEM NOTICE: IMPROMPTU SERVER MAINTENANCE FROM 01:00-04:00.
You jump to reddit immediately but canât find anybody posting about this sudden maintenance notification- nor do you see anybody elseâs app getting so many notifications tonight.
Well, if you canât get straight home to finally pull Calebâs newest memory for his birthday event- might as well let tonight take you wherever it wants.
You head back out of the bathroom to find Kyle waiting for you with his arms folded over his chest, a new game card tucked between two of his fingers and he offers it out to you with a flirtatious smirk. Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree then, forgetting all about the weird notifications from your phone.
The arcade is absolutely buzzing with energy. You soak it all in as youâre laughing across the air hockey table, competitiveness radiating off of your features. He cocks a brow at you as youâre both shooting the puck around and around, eyes gleaming at your excitement. âYou having fun, pretty?â He asks from across the table and you have to swallow back the delighted surprise of the pet name. âYeah! Are you? Youâre pretty good at this one,â you offer a compliment as you deflect the puck and shoot it back across to his side.
Youâre both leaning over the table, hyper focused and putting your alls into the game. He nods with a chuckle, leaning down just the slightest bit and looking over at you with a sudden, more flirtatious gleam in his eye. âYeah, I am. And thanks, itâs easy for me to play because I like to keep my hands busy,â heâs suddenly shooting the puck straight past your paddle and into the winning slit.
That was definitely a flirt.
Your breath catches in your throat, and you play off your shock as you bend down to grab the puck from the little holder at the bottom of the table. You feel heat flush down your spine, and when you go to stand heâs smiling innocently as if he hadnât just slipped in the insinuation that heâd want to fucking finger you.
âOh yeah?â You decide to play the game with him, heâs been super respectful, super kind, heâs paid for everything and you happen to think heâs pretty damn hot- and with this server maintenance youâre not exactly in a rush to get home anyways. Itâs been forever- you decide you wanna have a bit of fun tonight.
You place the puck against the table and it starts to float around in a little circle. You rest your weight on your hip, leaning down provocatively before looking dead into his golden eyes from across the table, âHow busy?â You ask, taking the opening of his eyes dropping to your frame to shoot the puck- shooting it straight into his goal box, ending the game on a tie 5-5.
The energy in the bright arcade is buzzing into something warmer, crowding the two of you as you both round the table and meet in the middle. Youâve gotten more confident in your stance, looking up at the auburn locks falling down around Kyleâs shoulders in front of you. You werenât even expecting anything to come from tonight- you talked yourself out of the expectations while getting ready when you felt that weird internalized guilt gnawing at you that you canât ever fully explain.
You feel his hands grow experimental, one reaching for your waist over the soft fabric of your cardigan to pull you in closer against him. So what if he didnât wanna let you play the claw machine? Heâs absolutely jacked under these baggy clothes!
âAs busy as youâd want them to be. Though, I wasnât really expecting you to be so curious about that.â His voice has dropped an octave, and you hum in response while your hands reach to press against his firm chest.
Youâre growing absolutely pissed with yourself as your subconscious keeps forcing a god damn character into your brain- something is urging you to go home to the game, but you try to force your mind to the current situation in front of you. You canât worry about a game when thereâs a perfectly good looking guy right in front of you, leaning down to press his lips against yours experimentally.
Youâve got way more important matters to tend to.
The rain has started to come, pouring down in heavy, hypnotic waves and youâre tucked up in Kyleâs backseat with his lips on yours- and one of his hands between your thighs.
It happened so fast, but you wanted it that way. You wanted no time to think, when you canât think, you canât get distracted by the weight of what your life has been consumed by for over the last year. Everything tonight has been overall great, but you canât lie- this is currently tanking the entire night. Not only does he suck at playing with claw machines, but he is completely incompetent at playing with pussy.
Heâs eager, but itâs like heâs never touched one let alone seen one before in his life. Itâs embarrassing, how many times youâve shifted your hips to try and move where his fingers reach- but theyâre nowhere near where you fucking need them. And the kissing, oh my god. You needed more passion, more tongue, more heat, more sound, so much more and you werenât getting anything at all. You feel worse for him, the fact that heâs probably got such a hard on that you wonât be doing anything about because youâre gonna have to go home immediately and relieve the frustrations youâre flooded with because of this.
Even when you try to think about and remember all your favorite voicelines from Caleb to soften the blow of how absolutely dogshit this is, itâs only making your case so much worse.
You should have listened to your gut and just gone home to the game. You wouldâve made yourself cum probably twice by now, and youâre not even close to cumming once. And it sucks because he seems so sweet, but this is just atrocious. Are you shallow for that? You donât know, but the fact that all heâs done is rub against your lip instead of anywhere else has given you more than enough reason to call it quits now.
And it really sucks that all you have to compare this to is something fictional- it makes you sick to your stomach when youâre rudely reminded that the boys in your phone are all fake. You could cry when you think about how youâll probably never be treated to the standard you expect because your standard is just based off of pixels on a screen.
This is what youâre forced to put up with because you got too obsessed with a little game on your phone.
You fake your orgasm then, and cringe internally the whole way through. He looks proud of himself, and you donât have the heart to tell him how awful it was. Youâre also surprised when he doesnât expect you to return the favor, just happy he could do something for you. That part makes the guilt deepen to an unbearable level.
You donât remember saying goodbye, or promising another date soon, you just remember getting in your car in the pouring rain and driving home through the storm. Itâs supposed to get nasty tonight- lightning, high winds, and all. You donât mind it one bit, the sounds and sight from your window are comforting when you get home and feel your frustrations finally boil over and tears start to spill from your eyes.
You hate how fucked up you feel for being so mad at a guy that didnât technically do anything wrong, he just didnât do it right.
You hate how fucked up you feel for constantly comparing and letting your mind drift places it shouldnât when you have something real trying to earn your attention.
You hate how unfair it feels- but your intuition has always been right- this reality sucks, and youâre back in that toxic mentality of wanting nothing more than to just slip away to Linkon City.
You take a hot shower to calm your tears and clean yourself of tonightâs disappointment. Drying your hair takes forever but you get it done before the lightning and thunder kicks in. Youâre finally crawling into bed after putting your favorite cozy pajamas on and your phone is sitting there waiting for you.
If the system is still under maintenance it may just be your final reason.
But somehow, when you open the app- all seems to be normal. There isnât even a notice about the maintenance- nor is there a server maintenance gift like there usually is. Your browser furrow in confusion, but you just move on the second the game loads up and you find Caleb happily waiting for you in the Destiny CafĂ©.
At least heâs here to pick you up when youâre feeling so down.
You canât even smile at the screen, instead going straight to the wish pool for Calebâs event and saying a quick prayer before dropping your first ten wishes. Youâre anxious, purposely turning the sound off so that way you canât tell through the pitch of those swirling stars if youâre getting the 5 star or not- you love the anticipation.
Never in your life have you gotten a 5 star within the first 10 wishes- but my god today must be your lucky day. You could sob harder when you see the shiny apple dangling from the tree- signaling you got exactly what you wanted. Youâre crazy enough to convince yourself it must be some form of consolation for the shitty date you had, and you let that comfort you even more when the rain starts really picking up.
You decide shortly after that youâre honestly too frustrated and exhausted to pick up the rose- a sense of disappointment heavy on your limbs and you decide to curl up and try to sleep- turning on Calebâs quality time once again your tired eyes glance at the way heâs looking at you, do his eyes look brighter than normal?
It must be your sleepiness, or maybe the weird secret update you got notified about earlier.
âWhy canât I just disappear from here? Why canât I just drift off to Skyhaven with you?â Youâre so frustrated and exhausted- you suddenly feel sympathetic and more understanding of why babies cry so much when theyâre tired- because you feel that same exhaustion overflowing you and it sucks.
You make Caleb take you to sleep, and drop the phone next to your head on the pillow. Turning on your side, you bundle up extra in the blankets and sigh deeply, closing your eyes and letting the symphony of the rain and thunder clashing with Calebâs soft breaths take over everything.
This is the peace youâve been craving all night.
You drift off pretty easily, but sometime after thereâs an extra loud clap of thunder that rattles your entire apartment up. Itâs so loud it jolts you awake just in time to witness your power completely shutting off. You feel a sense of dread fill your chest and you reach out in the dark for your phone, and grow even more stressed when you realize your phone is somehow off too. You couldâve sworn it was on the charger this whole time- how could it have died!?
Well great, youâre stuck alone in your apartment with no electricity whatsoever, and youâre scared of the dark- fucking great.
You really wish you were in your little game now.
You fold your knees to your chest where you sit in your bed and feel the panic start to rise in your chest- you donât know what to do especially when your phone is off and dead. You feel helpless, what if something really bad happens and you canât call for help? What if somebody takes advantage of the storm and breaks in-
âPip? You okay in here?â You hear a manâs voice just then, and feel a heavy presence enter your room. Your eyes bulge out of your skull then, slapping a terrified hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself as silent as possible thinking it would keep you hidden somehow in the dark. Someoneâs in here, and despite how oddly familiar the voice is- your fear has you completely frozen in place.
You canât really see anything in the dark, but you can make out the outline of a taller man in your doorway. How did somebody get in here!? Who in the fuck would be in here, and who the hell is Pip!?
A strike of lightning finally flashes again, and youâre granted a sliver of illumination that lets you see better. Youâre only granted a second but in that second the first thing you make out is a set of worried looking violet eyes.
The thunder crackles and your apartment is gifted back the electricity, your room quickly lights back up from a dim lamp on the nightstand and youâre now face to face with Caleb fucking Xia.
You must be dreaming. Or dead. Maybe the lightning struck through your window and electrocuted you to death.
You blink once. Twice. Three times, even. Heâs still standing there- looking entirely too real, and too good. Heâs got that concerned look in his eyes, brows raised just slightly as he takes in your probably terrified expression. Heâs dressed in the same pajamas from hidden waves- the navy t shirt hung on his massive frame, emphasizing his bulky traps and thick biceps. His soft brown hair is messy, like heâd just gotten out of bed from sleep.
You have no idea what the fuck is reality or a fever dream at this point. And as petrified and confused as you were, you felt a warmth start to traitorously pool between your thighs. Caleb is trying to understand why you look so scared- he got up the second the power went out, all of Skyhaven just experienced a sudden power outage and he went to turn on the generator from the garage in his house. He came back to find you petrified- more than just the normal fear MC feels during dark, stormy nights- this is different, he can see it in your eyes.
âWhat happened, Pip? I got up for just a second and youâre acting all scared. Is everything o-â
His eyes narrow on your trembling form for a moment- and his heart leaps through his chest at the realization that itâs actually you.
Youâre really here- without the pixelated barrier between you.
âOh,â you see his eyes widen, and you know thereâs something being calculated behind those gorgeous eyes of his. Youâre trying to make sense of whatâs happening, and your eyes track the way his large arms fold into each other across his broad chest. âItâs really you this time?â His voice is as teasing as it is excited, he canât believe youâre here in the flesh.
He figures it must have been the power outage in both your world and his- maybe some form of witchcraft that brought you here, but he couldnât care less about the reason. Youâre here, and he has every opportunity to finally prove to you that heâs all you could ever need in your life.
âC-Caleb?â Oh, your voice is heavenly. Even prettier in person, thereâs a burning desire to hear more of you boiling in his chest- a carnal need to hear all those little cries you muffle into your pillow late at night when youâd fuck yourself to the sounds of his voice.
He nods in response, taking it slow, and slowly steps towards the bed youâre sitting on. Suddenly, your sense of smell is kicking in and itâs only adding to the warmth in your core- the blankets you have clutched in your palms smell like something manly. A light musk, citrusy like a crisp apple- and something warmer that fills your nostrils and you quickly grow addicted to the aroma.
This isnât your bed, and this isnât your room.
âItâs me, iâm your Caleb. And youâre here. Iâm so sorry I scared you, I just, I canât believe you finally found a way in.â His voice is soft, but full of that restrained excitement. You swallow nervously, the shock starting to fizzle out and youâre really realizing just what exactly is happening in front of you.
He just said finally, implying heâs been waiting. Probably a long time. You think back in that moment, realizing all the times when youâd play his memories, or find him in the main story- all the times you felt unsettled, felt his eyes looking beyond the screen at the MC and at you.
You were right all along.
You had been gaslighting yourself into thinking youâre crazy this entire time, but you realize in that moment your intuition had always been right. He stands there and watches you as reality starts to hit you like a train. Youâre taking in your surroundings, youâre in his room. Itâs the same background in your game, soft walls- and the bed youâre in is humongous. None of itâs yours.
Somebody has just granted you the biggest wish of your entire life, and the shock is quickly waring off the longer you look at his handsomely soft smile. Heâs waiting for you to take it all in, so patiently like he of course would be.
You canât waste another moment, terrified of blinking and losing it all before you can even confirm itâs really real. Youâre moving without thinking, jumping into his arms at the foot of his bed and god- the feeling of his strong arms catching you and holding you to his chest is heaven. Tears of joy mixed with relief sting your lashes as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, that dizzying musk is filling your nostrils even more.
âCaleb!â You choke out in a cry and he just holds you tighter, taking in how soft you feel in his arms. How warm you are, heâs in just as much shock as you are, but too focused on your pretty voice to focus on the shock. This is more important than anything else that could exist right now.
âIâm right here, sweet pea.â His voice is so warm, so much warmer in person and you melt against him. That warmth thatâs been pooling in your core quickly turns into a deeper heat thatâs licking up your spine the longer you feel his muscles pressing right up against you. You pull your head back, and Calebâs beating you to it when you try to wipe your tears away, swiping his warm thumb across your flushed cheeks.
Your breath hitches at the action, and you meet his longing gaze with your own- it hits you that the only comfort youâve ever been able to truly feel in your life is right here, right now in his arms. And as heavy as it feels, you couldnât feel more restless. Your heart is fluttering in your throat, admiring his features from up close. Your tippy toes are just barely grazing the mattress from how heâs holding you, and your eyes fall to his pink, soft looking lips.
You suddenly remember that complete failure of a date earlier, the frustration in your gut comes back and all you want is to taste him. And you figure Caleb might be feeling the same way with the way his pupils are dilating when heâs looking at you like he wants to eat you.
âI donât wanna go back,â you mumble out nervously, and heâs bringing a calloused yet soft palm to cup your face. âItâs just you and me here, now. Nobodyâs going to take you away from me.â Those warm words shoot straight to your thighs and you feel yourself growing warmer as he pulls you in to finally press his lips to yours.
It moves dangerously fast from there.
Heâs kissing you like his life depends on it, needy breaths and moans slip between the both of you- especially from him, and his hands are solid when he moves to lay you back down on the mattress. His lips are addictive, and the noise he makes when you nibble on his bottom lip is truly the most beautiful sound youâve ever heard.
âGod, you have no idea how badly iâve needed you like this,â heâs groaning in your ear while kissing down your jaw and neck. Your hands scramble to hold him, feel every muscle you possibly can as his lips scorch your sensitive skin. Heâs needier in person than heâs ever sounded in secret times- his hands slipping under the fabric of your sleep shirt to grip at your soft waist.
âYou knew I was trying to reach you, right? Could feel me looking at you through that damn screen?â Youâre nodding with a soft moan when his teeth nip at the base of your neck thatâs definitely leaving a mark. âSo if yâknew I was trying so hard for you,â heâs kissing his way back up to bring his face to yours- keeping his lips a breath away from yours and staring into your blown out eyes with his own darkened ones.
âWhyâd you let some loser touch you like that?â
The shift in his voice has your stomach falling through the floor. Oh fuck. Heâs so pissed.
You should have known Caleb would absolutely throw that back in your face, why are you surprised at all?
Youâre speechless below him, unable to come up with a response because youâre so embarrassed but he smiles sweetly at you, which you know is even worse than the glare he was just burning into your features.
âDonât worry, pretty girl. Youâll know exactly who you belong to by the time iâm done with you.â His voice is dangerously sweet and you realize then that youâre completely fucked when you feel something thick and unbelievably hard pulse against your inner thigh where heâs slotted between your trembling legs.
Heâs amused with your worried expression, eyeing the way your eyes widen at the feeling of his aching length pressing against your ridiculously soft thigh. Youâre so silly, you really thought you would be able to get away with that little stunt? Letting some random guy touch you so intimately? Calebâs selfishly glad that the guy was so bad, and that you left so frustrated. It makes you needier for him, and thatâs all he wants at the end of the day.
He wants you craving him and only him.
And you will, heâs sure of it.
It isnât long before he has you completely stripped below him, practically folded in half while his mouth absolutely devours you from the inside out. Calebâs a drunken mess above you, his big hands splaying your thighs as wide and back as they can go while he crams his thick tongue in your spasming hole. Youâve already cum twice like this, but he still canât get enough.
Heâs drunk on the taste of your sweet little pussy, and not shy at all about it. Moaning and whining against your soaked core like heâs never been more thankful in his life for the gift of your perfect cunt. Youâre never gonna be able to leave him now- the world you knew before can become a memory, heâll do anything to keep you here just like this.
Youâre right there with him mentally, beyond willing to throw everything away just to stay here with Caleb- and the way he already knows your body better than you do. Heâs devoted to pleasing you, youâve never been with a certified munch like this, overloaded with pleasure but you somehow still canât get enough. It feels like you were destined to end up here and underneath him.
âIâm gonna keep you here just like this every night, would you like that?â Heâs so far gone as he sucks on your pretty pearl, making you throw your head back. Youâre nodding, âyes, fuck, yes- I wanâ it,â
Youâre so close you can taste your next orgasm, this oneâs different-
âIâll make you my little pet, iâll even get you a pretty collar.â A loud squelch echoes throughout the bedroom when he glides two of his thick digits into your entrance, your cry overlaps the sound and he moans with you. Heâs merciless with the way he pumps his lengthy fingers in and out of your entrance. He needs you to cum just one more time before he lets himself fully indulge you- he needs you as pliant as possible to be able to take his chubby cock.
He starts slithering his tongue against your twitching bundle of nerves in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers and without hesitation you cum again, gushing all over Calebâs eager mouth. He cries at the taste of your cum for the third time tonight, the taste coating his tongue before pulling his mouth away to share the flavor of your arousal with you. You moan against his lips, feeling completely blissed out- twirling your tongue around his while he grips at his base and glides his leaking tip across your overstimulated core.
âI wanna be with- hah- you everyday, I wanâ you to fill me up please~â
Heâs gone completely feral over your words, tugging your legs up and over his shoulders and not even hesitating to sink himself into your pulsing hole. You cry together again at the relief you both immediately feel, and he lets his length fill you up until his tip is pressing a sloppy kiss to your cervix.
Youâve both ascended to heaven- you canât accept any other explanation for how the two of you feel so perfect together. He fits like a glove- no patience is given, immediately snapping his hips into yours and knocking the wind from your lungs while his swollen lips smear against yours. Youâre sharing breaths, exchanging incoherent noises as you take what he gives you like an absolute trooper, your thighs clench against his rigid body in a mating press.
âYou want to be filled up, honey? Iâll fill you up until you can still taste me tomorrow.â His tongue licks a hot stripe against your jawline and your pussy starts sucking him in deeper. âOh god, yes Cay! Need you sâbad,â
âPromise me you wonât go back,â heâs begging in your ear and you can hear just how needy he really is. Heâs truly never known a love like this before, heâs never felt the spark you ignite inside of him- heâll die before he loses this feeling, loses you.
Meanwhile youâre completely dumb on his dick, clawing at his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself so it doesnât become a blur for you. Youâre nodding and he reaches a hand up to grip your jaw, forcing eye contact. âSay it, baby. S-Say you wonât leave. Say you wonât go back just for those fucking losers to get another chance with you,â heâs grinding his hips against yours, letting his pelvis thatâs sticky with sweat and your juices bump against yours clit with delectable friction.
âYes!â You wail out when his thick tip knocks against your g-spot, âIâll never go, I-I promise!â
The room is burning up between the two of you that are going at it like animals, and the rain is persisting heavily against the windows in his room. There truly is no scientific explanation for how you ended up here- but Caleb doesnât care, so long as the others donât find out about you.
If any of the other men found out you finally made it in- heâd never be able to keep you to himself like this, cumming around his cock while sobbing out his name like a prayer.
Heâs pushing himself up then, forcing your legs to stay folded back with his evol and you swear youâve never felt or seen something so sexy in your life. Calebâs completely wrecked- his hair is damp and hanging in his face, his expression looks completely fucked out like yours probably does, and his chest is heaving while he drives his cock in and out of you. The weight of his evol forcing your legs back feels more comforting than anything else, holding you tightly with an invisible force but it gives him the best angle to see all of you.
He needs to commit this sight to his memory, youâre completely spread open for him, pretty face covered with tears just for him- he wants to worship your body every minute of every day like this. Heâs feeling his gut tightening with every thrust, knowing his orgasm is finally approaching is making him feel even crazier about you.
âStill want me to fill ya up, s-sweet pea? Mâgonna cum,â heâs got to be sure you want it as bad as he does, and your smaller hands find purchase on the sheets and grip them as you give him your sweetest smile. âI wanâ it, Cay- wanna feel every bit,â youâre the one begging now, bucking your hips just slightly to let him reach as deep as he can fit inside your velvety walls.
It doesnât take much else to bring Caleb over the edge, he drops the evol and replaces it with his crushing weight to reach your lips with his once more before you feel that burning hot release start to paint your insides. Heâs spraying cum all over your walls, his cock throbbing while he basically sobs against your lips. The feeling of him cumming so deep inside you is euphoric enough to bring on a sudden release for you too, forcing the mixture of your releases to leak out around his base.
Itâs loud, itâs messy, but itâs so fucking hot.
You wouldnât have this any other way.
Your heart is racing underneath his, his face is tucked into the crook of your neck youâre blinking away the tears that had welled up. Everything else is silent. Your heart churns, full of so many emotions, but all you try to focus on is the pure relief that after so long, youâre finally exactly where you want to be. Your fingers thread through his soft locks, trying to ground the both of you.
How in the world did this even happen in the first place? Youâre really in Skyhaven, and Caleb is real.
Your eyes widen when the gears in your brain start to turn- if Caleb is really real, then does that mean everyone else is? Rafayel? Xavier? Zayne? Sylus?
You feel Caleb move above you before youâre faced with his narrowed gaze, lips pressed in a grim line. âDonât even think about it.â
Your nervous smile only convicts you further, but you try to play dumb. âThink about what?â Your fingers that are still in his hair brush the messy strands that hang in his face back to reveal his forehead, and you reach up to press a sweet kiss to the skin to convince him that youâre totally not thinking about seeking out the other men to confirm your hypothesis.
Caleb is unfortunately the most foldable man ever when it comes to that pretty smile of yours, how soft your lips feel against his skin drives him that kind of crazy that makes him want to actually go get you that collar and leash to keep you tethered to him. Heâs greedy- you knew what you were signing up for when you made him your main, and that was going to be something youâd handle with grace.
He huffs at your response, knowing damn well whatâs processing in your mind the more you come down and soak in reality. He knows you still like to spend quality time with the other men in this world, and he also knows how fast theyâll jump at the chance to have you when they catch wind of you making it inside. A wicked idea flashes in his brain and he pushes himself up once again, watching the way your eyes drop to his abs that glisten with sweat. He knows just how to keep your mind on him, and only him.
When he pulls out you wince at first from sensitivity and close your eyes, expecting him to probably go get the bathroom ready to clean you up in. Caleb is so doting by nature of course you expect him to go clean you up. What you donât expect is the sensation of his warm tongue diving straight into your cunt, licking up the creamy mixture of your cum straight from you.
Your eyes shoot open, looking down at his satisfied expression as heâs swallowing it down with his eyes rolled back. You try to push his head back, immediately overstimulated but his hands catch yours and he interlocks your fingers. âSo good, baby,â his moan makes your gut coil up again and youâre not sure you can handle it, terrified for your sanity as he cleans you with his mouth.
âIf I keep this pretty pussy busy, you wonât go thinking about anybody else. Youâre a greedy girl, arenât you?â
Heâs cooing at your pulsing heat as he licks slowly at it, ignoring your cries and the way you wriggle around to try and escape his mouth. Heâs too good with his tongue, lazily swiping up as much evidence as possible, while still making more of a mess. Heâs nuzzling his face against your thighs that try to crush his skull, sliding his hands up your frame to squeeze your sensitive breasts. Itâs clear he intends on making you cum one more time, and you give him what he wants- letting go completely while a whimper escapes you.
Itâs too much, but you fear youâll never get enough. Youâre terrified this is just a dream, even though youâve definitely got the marks to prove it isnât one blossoming across your tender skin.
He moans against you while he drinks it up, looking completely debauched before he reluctantly pulls back to look up at your exhausted expression. Your heart still pounds in your throat as a genuine smile stretches across his face, the sweet version of Caleb is taking over the forefront and he rubs his hands against your tummy lovingly to help to calm you down.
âThis is the best birthday present ever,â he grins, and youâre suddenly reminded that it is indeed the man below youâs birthday. Well, this is certainly better than pulling his new card, thatâs for sure. He finally lets up and presses one last kiss to your lips before scooping you up to bring you to the bathroom.
Youâre relieved to know your body can finally relax, watching him set the bathtub up from the counter heâs got you sitting on. You have hearts in your eyes with the way youâre staring at him, and he definitely catches sight of them when he turns to look at your dazed expression with a curious smile.
âHehâŠ.. Happy Birthday, Caleb.â