#yandere!caleb

“you looked at him like you wanted him.” caleb had whispered, his chest pressed against your back as he shoved you in and locked the cage door for the first time three days ago. “you let him touch your arm. your bare arm.”

as he recalled your betrayal, his voice was not angry. it was worse — calm, resigned, absolute. like a sentence already written.

“i have to protect you from yourself, pips.” he’d added, hands sneaking through the bars and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “you don’t know what’s good for you.”

he has been working from home since. he had a preferred spot in the corner of the bedroom now. and he slept there too, his purple eyes open and fixed on you in the darkness. never leaving you alone.

he fed you through the cage three times a day, always soft, nutritious purees or soups that he blended himself.

he even walked you to the bathroom and aided you at every step — he wouldn’t want you to escape through the window there.

“you’re my most beloved possession.” he told you yesterday, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw through the gaps as he wiped at the soup residues on your skin. “nothing else in this universe matters as much.”

you were not going to escape him. you were his. a collection piece he had paid for in a lifetime of psychotic dedication.

•••

on the third night, you broke. you crouched at the front of the cage, tears cutting silent paths through the dust on your face.

completely done with his madness.

“please, caleb.” you cried, your voice a raw whisper. “i’ll do anything. i’ll never interact with him. just let me out.”

he was already sitting in his armchair, a book open on his lap, yet barely reading its content. he was too enchanted by your precariousness. even... aroused.

he closed the book lazily, his amethyst eyes now glittering in the low light. something darker bloomed behind his pupils, making that lovely shade of purple blur. “anything?”

“yes.”

“so if i ask you to cut off all contact with the outside world, you would?”

your stomach sank at that, yet you advanced. “yes.”

“if i ask you to marry me in a private ceremony where no one else is invited?”

“yes.”

“if i ask you to let me put a tracker, a tiny chip under your skin?”

tears fell harder at that, the danger looming around caleb’s intimidating frame strangling you. you couldn’t answer from fear, from the sheer realization that the person you’ve known since childhood was so psychotic.

your lips opened, but no sound came.

he smiled, the corners lifting up in anything but a comforting smile. “you see, pipsqueak? you still have limits. you’re not ready.” he stood, approaching your cage.

“and you don’t mean any of the promises you’re making. you’re just saying what i want to hear so i’ll let you out.” he knelt then, uniform creasing at the knees, his eyes level with yours.

“but if you really wanted out, you’d do anything. even the things that scare you.”

he stood up abruptly, walking to the side of the room where a small table held your evening tea. he poured a cup, brought it back, and held it to your lips through the bars.

“drink.”

you obeyed — knowing he could put a stop to your meals altogether and doom you — sipping the warm, honey-sweet liquid. your hands shook as you held the bars, tightening your grip with every gulp. he watched you like a scientist observing a rare specimen, tipping the cup forward and making you take it all.

“you are so beautiful like this.” he whispered suddenly, removing one of his hands and bringing it up to collect your tears. “so sweet. so... mine.”

•••

the escape plan came to you in a panicked, desperate moment. you’d seen his eyes darken with lust when you’d adorned that pleated skirt that was a little too short for you. you’d heard him groan in his sleep too, the word mine being moaned by his hungry lips.

you were planning to take advantage of that.

so that night, when he came to feed you dinner, you didn’t open your mouth for the spoon. instead, you leaned forward, your lips brushing his bare knuckles.

“i don’t want food.” you whispered, your voice deliberately thick, trembling not with desire but with terror. but for caleb, so far gone, desire and terror were synonyms. “i want something else.”

his eyes widened at your words, but his face remained stern. “oh?”

“i can’t stop thinking about you.” you pushed out your whiniest voice, the lies burning your tongue in the most syrupy way. “about you fucking me. about your cock.”

“pips–”

“i’m so achy, caleb.”

and you reached a hand down, hiking the skirt he’d dressed you in that morning — pale pink, lace-trimmed, like a doll’s dress. his doll. you let your fingers brush the inside of your thigh, slip against the gusset of your panties.

“see?”

he set the bowl of soup aside slowly, precisely, each and every movement controlled and calculated. too calculated. he crouched, and his hand shot through the bars, grabbing your wrist suddenly, tight enough to make you gasp in pain.

he pulled your hand to his nose, and inhaled deeply.

“you’re not aroused.” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. “you’re terrified. you smell like fear.” he released your wrist with force, pushing it back behind the bars, his eyes pitch-black. “you’re trying to manipulate me, pips.”

your heart hammered against your ribs. your plan was failing before being set into motion. “no, i’m not–”

“shhh.” he pressed a finger to your lips through the bars, that sweet expression you know and love returning for a second. “you’re awful at lying. i’ve known you since we were little. i know when you’re scared.”

he leaned closer, his breath warm on your cheek. “but you know what? i appreciate the effort. it means you’re trying to understand how this works.”

then he stood up, and your hope crumbled into dust.

“so here’s what we’re going to do.” he said, his voice casual, as if discussing the current weather.

wait, what?

“you said you want my cock. you said you’re wet. so i’ll give it to you.” his hands moved to his belt, unbuttoning his uniform pants. “but you stay in that cage. i’ll fuck you through the bars.”

wait, wait, wait…

horror washed over you, cold and thick, draining all the warmth from your body.

this wasn’t happening. this couldn’t be real.

you didn’t want this.

“no.” you choked out, taking a step back into the cage, hitting another set of bars. “caleb, please–”

“ah.” he smiled, a bright, insane twist of his lips. “so you were lying. you don’t want it. you’re just scared and you want to get out.” he tilted his head, mocking you.

wait, please, wait…

“well, now you have a choice. you either go through with your lie, and i fuck you through the bars. or you admit you lied, and i leave you in here for another week.”

your body shook, tears blurring your vision, making the terrifying posture of the colonel even more frightening. the promise of another week in this cage, of his constant, smothering attention.

felt like a sentence to a different kind of madness.

“i…” your voice broke, the two ideas dueling in your mind. you closed your eyes, trying to sort it out. “i don’t know.”

to no avail.

“turn around then.” he said, making the choice for you.

and it wasn’t a request.

with a hitching breath, you turned, facing into the darkest corner of the cage. you leaned forward, on your hands and knees, grasping the cold bars with one hand, while the other hiked your skirt up your ass.

“fuck.” he immediately let out a soft, hungry sound — it has been a few days since you had sex and he was pent up.

you heard his trousers rustle, and then his hand was there, between the bars, cupping your plush ass. his thumb hooked beneath the lace of your panties, pushing the fabric aside.

and then his fingers were inside you.

“aa-ahh.” you jolted, a cry sticking in your throat at his sudden intrusion. two fingers penetrated you, now pushing and prodding with vigor.

you were not aroused. you were dry as dust.

terrified.

“ah.” he murmured, his fingers scissoring cruelly inside you. “i told you. you’re a terrible liar.” he withdrew his hand for a moment, and there was a figment of hope.

only to hear the sound of him spitting into his palm. “but a lie has consequences.”

his eyes never left yours as his hand returned to the gaps in the bars. “so let’s try this again, pipsqueak. you said you wanted it. said you needed it. let’s see if i can make it true.”

he pressed his fingertips against lace and flesh, and this time he didn’t just push. he hooked them deep inside, dragging his spit-slick skin across the thin lace of your panties as he reached inside. your body convulsed with a sharp, unwelcome jolt as he hit deep, and a slow, humiliating dampness began to gather between your legs at his thrusts.

“aha.” he hummed, a low vibration of perverted appreciation. “there it is. there’s my pretty girl’s truth.” he curled his fingers inside your cunt, precise and clinical, scissoring them until you couldn’t help the shiver of arousal — and something else — that shook your spine.

“you’re responding. better than i thought.”

he withdrew his hand again, and you felt the cold air rush where he’d been, brushing your bare pussy. “don’t move.” he ordered, his voice cutting across the silence.

you remained frozen, tensed for what came next.

was he gonna leave you? was he–

you heard him spit again. a loud, leisurely sound, followed by the spatter of his saliva hitting the bars, the floor.

“spread wider.” he commanded sharply, and when you only hunched further away from him, he snapped. his hand shot through, grabbed the lace edge of your panties and yanked you back to him.

rendering you completely bare now that your underwear were torn.

“you don’t listen anymore.” he tutted, and you heard the rustle of his uniform as he leaned closer. “that’s okay. i’ll make you.”

then the cold, wet cloud of his spit slapped against your slit, already sensitive and responsive. you jerked in place, a gasp torn from you at the feeling of his sticky saliva.

and he did it again. and again.

“so wasteful…” he mused, spitting once more, this time letting the superfluous saliva drip down your inner thighs and onto the floor. “dirty girl! a little bitch in heat, dripping all over my fingers just to escape.”

his fingers returned, this time coated not just in spit but in the shiny arousal that had dried on his palm from earlier, making it all more disgusting. he drew it across your exposed flesh, smearing the juices back onto your clit, mixing it with the fresh dripping arousal he was forcing from you.

“i will let you walk freely around the house, but only when my cum is deep inside you. hm, how about that? you’ll be so full of me.”

and with that he fucked two fingers inside you again, this time smooth and swift. the friction has improved, now lubed by your neediness and his spit; your body, betraying you as completely as he had, clenched around him with desperation.

he pumped his hand fast, breathing sharply with the effort.

“you like it.” he growled, breathing hot against the bars near your ass. “your cunt is drooling all over my knuckles. sucking me in. you’re making a mess like a cheap whore.”

your panties, torn to the side, barely hanging on your inner thigh, were indeed drenched now, a dark, humiliating stain plastered against your skin. he hooked a spare finger into the broken fabric, rubbing it against your hardened clit.

“i should’ve spared them. make you wear them as my cum drips out of you.”

“s-shit.”

ignoring your muffled moans and whimpers, he removed his fingers and stared at them, admiring the glistening arousal he coaxed out of you. he brought them to his lips and licked them clean — now that there was something he could feast on, his eyes closing in a parodic mockery of ecstasy.

“so sweet. so you. even like this, disgusting and betraying, you taste like mine.”

your stomach churned, humiliation burning like acid in your throat. something else in your tummy twisted too. you were close — too close — to the edge of a climax you didn’t want, provoked by nothing more than his degradation.

“pl-lease…” you whimpered, before you could stop yourself; not even you knew what you were begging for.

“please what?” he whispered, a vicious kindness tinging his voice. “please let you cum? is that it, pipsqueak? you feel so guilty for being this gross, you want me to give you permission?”

he shook his head, a false pity dancing on his features. “no. you don’t get to cum like this.”

no further questioning was possible as you felt it.

“fu-fuckk.”

the head of his cock pressed against you, blunt and hot. no condom in sight. he pushed in at once, and there was a tearing, stinging pain as he forced his way inside your underprepared cunt. you screamed, the sound raw and broken in the quiet room, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held onto the bars for dear life.

“shhh.” he soothed, his hands gripping your hips through the bars, his thumbs digging into your meaty flesh. “you asked for this. you wanted this.”

he started to move, and each thrust was a punishment, a claiming stroke that shook the cage and you altogether. the bars dug into your palms with each thrust; your knuckles were white where you grasped them, clasping at them as if the bars could save you.

“you are mine.” he growled, his pace brutal yet disciplined, hips meeting yours through the tight gaps in hurried juts. “every part of you. every breath. every heartbeat. no one else will ever have you. no one else will ever know you like i do.”

tears blurred your vision fully. the pain had become a distant, numb thing, as pleasure consumed you entirely. you felt detached, floating above yourself as your childhood friend and boyfriend ravaged you like an enemy.

“say it.” he demanded, his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, a clear sign he would finish soon. “say you’re mine.”

your voice was a rasp, bouncing around the rattling cage. “’m you-rs.”

“say you’ll never look at anyone else.”

“–nev-r lo-ok a-nyo-lse–”

“say you love me.”

your throat closed. the words froze on your tongue, plagued by the harshness of his thrusts.

oh, you were doing so well…

he drove into you again and again, harder, and a new type of pain lanced through your core as his cock kissed your cervix. “say it.”

“i love you.” you finally whimpered, and it felt like a part of your soul cracked and fell away with this confession.

he groaned, a low, triumphant sound, and you felt him pulse deep inside you, his cum hot and persistent as it took shelter in your tummy.

for a long moment, he hung there, breathing heavily against the bars. then he pulled out. and the abrupt emptiness made you crumble to the floor of the cage.

he tucked himself back in, then crouched once more, looking at you through the gaps. you couldn’t meet his eyes. you couldn’t move as cum slowly oozed out of your abused cunt.

perfect.

“good girl.” he whispered, his voice tender again, like a lover’s. “you earned it.” he reached through, his hand gently tilting your chin up, his fingers brushing at your tear-stained face. “i’ll let you out in the morning. we’ll have breakfast in bed, like a normal couple.”

he paused.

“but not outside.” he straightened, smile dropping for a second. “not until i breed you for the whole world to see.”

you curled into a ball on the cushions, your body aching, your mind a blank, terrified white as caleb continued to caress you.

you had asked for freedom. he had given you this instead.

and you knew, in the pit of your stomach, that the cage was not the metal one.

the cage was caleb.

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“helloooo im still on the call y’know,” your friend brings you back to reality. you giggle, apologizing before focusing at the task on hand once more. “what’s his address? send it, let’s see what kind of neighborhood he lives in,” your friend wiggles her brows at you and you immediately screenshot the house and send a link over.

your fingers move quicker than your eyes, too used to her contact being the first to pop up on the share button. you’d forgotten how often you’d been sending things to caleb.

“did you get it?” you ask, already scrolling down the street of his house in skyhaven.

“no? you haven’t sent me anything yet,” she replies easily. the color drains from your face as you open your message app.

[1 screenshot sent]

[1 link attatched]

all sent to caleb.

“oh my god, I’m so fucked dude,” your eyes widen, heart falling through your ass as the one word you now dreaded the most appeared in conversation. read.

“why what happened?”

“I sent him his own address. I’ve never once been over.” the mortification is obvious in your face, your friend immediately mirrors your expression.

“maybe you can unsend it?”

me: oh my god i swear this isn’t what it looks like

“he read it- fuck he’s typing oh my god I’m so fucked it’s so over for me, I’m so fucking—”

caleb :P : i live in the next house over not that one. 104, not 105

“holy fuck,” you mumbled, heart racing as you read his text over for the nth time, your friend shrieks over the phone. okay maybe you’re not completely done for.

caleb sits in bed, smiling at his screen.

you’d finally taken the bait, followed the trail he’d left of himself online. pretty posed pictures, a perfectly curated account. everything you liked and everything you wanted. he put just enough information for you to find everything you’d wanted if you dug juuust a bit, if you were like him. and now he knows you were like him.

caleb is relieved, shutting the live feed off from the camera he’d installed in your bedroom. you’ll be over at his tomorrow, he’ll make sure of it.

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It was just a dream.

When the days feel endless and tormenting, you soothe your loneliness through the comfort of your mobile phone. Your timeline consists of things that you once loved ーones that were a part of an identity that you have lost a long time ago. You lived your life vicariously through its LED screen ーdreaming of another lifetime where you did not let yourself go ーwhere you achieved your dreams, made a name for yourself, chased after your desires with a burning passion and a sense of independence ーthe kind that did not trap you into who you turned into now.

The days pass by without anything remarkable to talk about. You clock in to your office job, talk to your coworkers and acquaintances about the same, mundane things, eat the same boring meals; and if you are feeling a little bit more sentimental, you spend the rest of the night in a pub drinking and wasting away.

The world feels so disconnected to you that nothing feels real anymore. Or perhaps, you have become so detached enough that you are now just a ghost living in a nameless body.

Purposeless.

Invisible.

Forgettable.

"The Fifth Day of the Chinese New Year: Welcome the God of Wealth and let fortune flow in!"

"Where love weaves into rhyme, a song emerges, softly telling the tenderness of the mortal world."

"Download and log in now: Love and Deepspace. Available in: Google Play and App Store."

You stare at a flashy advertisement of a game that appeared on your reels timeline. There were little cartoonish drawings of five fictional men, each carrying golden yuanbao. Coins were animated flowing from a golden tree, symbolizing flowing wealth to anticipate good fortune.

"A marketing gimmick for some stupid game." You thought to yourself, mindlessly clicking on the comment section to read whatever nonsense that you will most likely forget in the morning.

"Will they be incorporating Wuxia? I'm so excited!"

"I love them all so much. But long haired Caleb? Our collection is now complete!"

"Ugh. If they give another red Stellactrum for Caleb, I'm throwing hands."

"Please, I need a good Caleb card…"

You scrolled through the sea of comments from the game's supposed players. You realized that this game that they are talking about is a dating simulation that offers a wide range of features.

"What a stupid franchise." You said out loud, alone with no one to hear you anyway.

Turns out, it is also some sort of a gacha game as well. With pity systems, standard and limited banners, in-game currencies, and top-up features.

You clicked off the comment section and scrolled away, uninterested in letting yourself succumb to another addiction.

"They're not real anyway."

"Whatever they do and say, it's all part of a corporate fantasy to get people to spend for them."

The haze of the burning whiskey blared in your chest. Your head pounds, fighting a battle to keep you awake as you spend another sleepless night.

Alone.

In a lifeless room of some cheap studio apartment intertwined within the very same city that you once dreamed of living in as a kid.

You stared blankly at the ceiling. The city noise outside feels like another world.

One that you wished you belonged to.

One that you wished you can call home.

Instead, it did not comfort you like your phone does.

You feel too young to die, yet too old to feel full of life.

Love and Deepspace… you wonder about the kind of fantasy it sells. Out of so many things you have seen working in corporate, this is the first time you have felt denial ーthe first time in your life where you felt the faintest interest towards a game that offered you a romance where your reality never could.

You frantically scrolled back to the advertisement. Then, you clicked on the game's official account. You pressed on the post where the true faces of the characters were revealed.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus…

Caleb.

You stare at his picture for a while. He has the same name of your first love. When you found a video of him speaking, he sounds just like him, too.

Same name.

Same voice.

But a different face.

One that is not real, but the closest thing to being just that.

The whiskey you drank did not make you sleep well like it usually does.

That night, you wondered what the Deepspace is like.

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Everything went on like how you got used to it. Except there is a small difference that gradually changed you.

You downloaded the game.

You gave in to the flashy advertising, since you keep seeing these men everywhere anyway. They were on billboards, the big screens, in the grocery stores, on ecommerce sites ーwomen in your age group keep talking about them, and the internet adored and despised them at the same time.

Escaping them felt futile, so you decided to put your usual indifference towards games and gave it a chance.

That chance grew into adoration.

Then, you found yourself joining player communities.

Learning in-game battle mechanics.

Spending a portion of your monthly salary for it.

Collecting official and fan-made merchandise.

Then, you started making friends. You did not notice that you were changing. That your life was not so bland anymore. That you have been looking forward to tomorrow. That the conversations you have do not feel like an old record playing you've grown tired of listening to.

You started waking up early to get coffee and hang out at a cafe near your place. Sometimes with a friend, but for the most part, you were still alone.

Yet you feel connected. Because you have him.

Caleb.

"hey pipsqueak :) what are you doing?"

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"doesn't this parrot look just like the one that belongs to the old man at the veggie stall downstairs?"

You loved reading his text messages and responding to them differently each time you replay them.

You enjoyed talking to him mindlessly about your mundane life and your musings about yourself while pretending that he is listening.

He feels real.

Too real.

You eventually collected all his cards and myths. You've read and played through the main story and Caleb became your all-time favorite.

Although, you had to admit, he is a controversial choice. You were aware of his possessive tendencies, and you do not want to have a lover like him in real life.

He is only special to you because he reminds you of a love you lost and never returned.

Yet, you were completely fine with that. You were at peace with the love that he gives. You entered the Deepspace and came to know what it is like. With Caleb, you have come to learn how it feels to find something you thought you will never see again.

Love.

Even if it is just another version ーa fictional one ーhe feels like a fond memory you could always return to and never forget.

He gave you purpose.

He made you feel visible.

He made sure you are unforgettable.

"I'm happy that you're happy. As long as I can see a smile on your face, that's enough for me." Caleb says as you played tete-a-tete with him.

He comes closer to your screen to give you the feeling of patting you on the head, but as you clicked the option to leave, the game's screen momentarily glitches. You assumed it was poor network connectivity, since it immediately resumed without much trouble.

Little did you know, it was the first time he tried to connect to you. To tell you that he is listening. He is watching. He is never leaving.

You will never grow tired of him.

You will smile only because of him.

You will tell your stories only to him.

You will spend the rest of your days only to him.

Caleb will always be the person you will love.

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You have sent multiple reports to the game developers about your game crashing frequently, yet all you receive in response is the same thing: "There is nothing wrong nor suspicious with your account."

What is worse, is that Caleb seems… sentient. Aware. Rogue.

He says things related to whatever occured in your reality.

"You're drenched, pipsqueak. Did you forget to bring your umbrella again?" He smiles at the game's main screen.

"Bad day at work, huh. Come here. Want me to cook you your favorite food?"

Every time he comes closer, you can feel his gaze boring into you. His words feel real.

Too real.

Whenever you hover your fingers on the screen, his eyes follow. Then, he looks away, then back at you ーas if he is reading, calculating ーto convince you that nothing is wrong. That you are safe. That everything is normal.

But he did not want you to think that he is not real.

He loves you. He really does. And he will make sure you will feel all of it.

You start finding journal entries about him that you did not write, photos of him that you did not take, text messages that are not remotely related to the game's story.

But about you.

You were alarmed. Somebody must be stalking you. Life has only started getting brighter, and now you are faced with a dilemma.

You are not alone anymore.

Eventually, Caleb visits you in dreams ーones you assumed were a part of your imagination and love for him. You cook together, play games together, bicker and banter ーall of that cliche romance movie scenes roll like a film strip in your head. You always wake up in a good mood, yet you still cannot shake the feeling that something does not feel right.

Because Caleb talks about your dreams in the game, too.

"I had so much fun playing your childhood game that you taught me."

You dropped your phone to the floor, and you searched for any sign of forced entry and hidden surveillance. You scanned your chat logs with all the friends you made online to check if you haphazardly revealed any personal information. You recalled every interaction you had ーall the boring office talks, cafe transactions, the events and hobbies you tried to signed up for ーthere was nothing.

You were sure of it.

"C-caleb…?" You asked, looking around expecting an answer ーanything to make you feel like you are not going insane.

Caleb is not real. He is just a character that resembled the one you loved.

He is not real.

Right?

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The night you decided to uninstall the game, you dreamed about him again.

"Stop logging off. Stay with me." He grabs your wrist and pulls you close. He hugs you tight ーso much so that it feels suffocating.

Then, he kisses you, rough and aggravating. He leaves bruises on your neck, marks you like he owns you ーas if he is telling you that deleting the game will not mean that you can get rid of him.

"I have always wanted to feel you like this. You're so close, so fragile. I never want to let you go." He breathes into your neck.

"Please. Don't leave me again." He cries. You reach for his face and find an intense look in his tear-stained eyes.

He looks at you tenderly, and caresses your hand so gently before he leans in and kisses you again.

You woke up with cold sweat and delirium. You feel like you are going insane. You were obsessed with him, and it took you ages to realize that. But you are aware that this is an addiction. It is so terrible that you are seeing fragments of your dreams with him ーmarks, bruises, scents, touches ㅡthat are not really there. You have traded bottles of wine and whiskey in exchange to feel some sort of love manufactured inside a dating game you once swore you will never play.

That made you pathetic. What can you do about it now? Go to therapy and seek psychiatric aid just to get sent to a mental hospital for being schizophrenic?

The only solution in your head is to never enter the Deepspace again.

For a while, it seemed to have worked. You were fine without the game and you were slowly getting your life on track again that it feels miraculous. You cannot deny that Caleb changed you, even if your obsession with him seemed to have dissipated and everything you felt and experienced months before remain as shameful memories in the back of your mind.

You were sure that all of it was just a dream.

Until one afternoon, you catch a glimpse of him standing on the other side of the train station.

You thought it was a cosplayer. But you felt like he was really there. Reading your every move. Calculating your next step. Watching you. Following you.

Then, messages from an unknown number start flooding your phone. They all sounded just like him.

"hey. you looked beautiful today :) sorry i didn't get the chance to tell you in person. but it won't be for long."

"did you get the flowers? it's winter so i had a hard time finding florists that sell your favorites. hopefully by the time spring comes we will be together."

The texts grow more unsettling each time, yet one in particular haunts you the most.

"you drink your coffee black but you add three packets of sugar when you're sad. you keep leaving a small space on your bed as if you're reserving it for someone special. you've seen me at the coffee shop and called me by my name. i heard it."

he texts your name.

"i have waited so long just to see you and hear your voice."

You threw your phone across the room and pulled your hair and screamed.

Fear was beyond you. You were terrified. Even so, in a bizarre, twisted way, you felt the same.

You loved the flowers; they really were your favorites.

You felt butterflies in your stomach when you saw Caleb scanning through the menu as if he is in deep thought.

You too, have waited so long to see him and hear his voice.

It was all an overwhelming storm of emotions that roared inside you uncontrollably that you found yourself not knowing what to do with it all.

You want to run away from him. Yet you also want to know what home feels like with him.

You want to call the cops. Yet you are afraid that they will not believe you and start a manhunt for someone that does not exist.

You have no one else to turn to. Everyone will definitely think you are insane. You do not want to lose all the relationships you built just because of a stupid game's love interest that keeps fucking you in the head and distorting your reality.

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"i have a surprise for you. i'm sure you'll love it when you get home :)"

Caleb's text message gets unnoticed as you were unusually busy with your job for the day. You had meetings after meetings, a stack of paperwork to organize, a presentation to delegate, and you were running around the city scheduling appointments and meeting with businesspeople.

The adrenaline rush eased your worries for a moment. You were living your life like how you wanted to. It distracted you from the horrors you have been experiencing.

When you opened the door to your apartment, you were brought back to your senses at the smell of your favorite food.

Your apartment was clean, tidied, and it smelled like the essential oil you have bought online and used once.

Your record player softly sings a mellow tune that you swore you heard somewhere.

It was warm, cozy, comforting.

Until you hear his voice.

"Welcome home." He smiles, setting the pot of your favorite stew on the dinner table. You stood frozen in place, watching him do your chores like he knows your place all too well.

You flinched at the touch of his fingertips brushing the back of your shoulders. Caleb guides you to eat and pulls you off your coat.

"Come, eat. I made these just for you." He says sweetly, as if you have been together for years.

He acts like he has been your boyfriend longer than you have known him in the game.

You sit silently and stare at the dish, trying your best to make sense of the situation at hand ーof him.

Why is he here?

How did he get here?

Is this a dream?

"What's wrong? Does it look or smell bad? Truthfully, I wasn't sure I'd get it right. I watched you make it so many times but… I hope it tastes like how you cook it." He asks worriedly.

You lift your head and looked at him. His gaze is soft and tender, and he smiles at you awkwardly, but he never looks away.

Caleb feels content where he is right now. He is relieved that he is finally where he wants to be.

You feel it through the way he managed your apartment like he belonged here ーto you.

He was devoted to you; that devotion broke your heart.

"You're real…" You whispered in disbelief. Caleb holds your hand and rubs circles on it to soothe you.

"I have always been. You don't have to be afraid." He replies quietly.

You both sat in silence for what seemed an eternity. Caleb patiently waited for you, even if it means restraining all his desires to let you know that you are his and you do not belong to anyone else.

"Caleb?" You finally say, his name leaving your lips in a strange way that satisfied you.

"Yes?"

"Why me?"

He pauses.

"What do you mean?"

"You… you're part of a game. You're not supposed to be here. I'm not the only one who loves you." You stand up, fear coursing through your veins once more. You back away from him, trembling and thinking of ways to run and escape.

"Iー"

Caleb takes a step towards you but you screamed and reached for a kitchen knife.

"Go away…! Please, Caleb… or whoever you are, just please, stop tormenting me like this!!" You yelled, sobbing uncontrollably.

You were breathless and desperate. Your body quivered intensely and you sat on the kitchen floor, confused about the reality you are living in.

You were just a ghost. You were only drifting aimlessly after you lost your dreams, the people you loved, and who you really were.

You were too young to die but that was all you really wanted.

You were too old to feel alive but living feels like a punishment worse than hell.

And then, there is Caleb.

"I'm not going to hurt you." You hear his voice crack. "I can't hurt you." He says your name like it is the sweetest, purest thing to ever exist.

"You're the only real thing I've ever had."

Caleb gently holds your hands away from your face. He wipes your tears and carries you to your bed in an attempt to make you feel comfortable. You wrap your arms around his neck and breathed in his scent.

He is warm, close, comforting.

You should be afraid. You should be running away. But somehow, deep inside you, something tells you that you do not have to.

Caleb is the closest thing that feels like home.

You have lost that feeling many ages ago. Now that it is here again, you do not care whether it is real or not.

All you want now is to be in his arms.

Caleb's touches roam over your body, wordlessly asking you permission ーto give him a sign that you do not want this. You were too overwhelmed to make a decision, so you let him, helpless under his touch.

He undresses you like you are the finest porcelain he has laid his hands on. Caleb takes his time feeling you, exploring your every inch, committing all your curves and edges into his memory.

"Caleb…" you sigh as he presses kisses on your face, desire consuming him with every passing minute. He tastes the salt in your tears and hears the fear in your voice.

But seeing you like this, all vulnerable for him, his hunger becomes insatiable.

You were different from her. You did not feel like family ーnot like someone he feels obligated to take care of. You were just like him: empty, used, spent. Caleb felt like loving you was a conscious choice ーlike he is breaking out of an endless loop of predetermined choices that dictate where his life begins and ends.

He was willing to do everything to reach you, even if it ends up just like this.

"You've been running away from me." He whispers in you ear. His fingers palm at your drenched sex, you heaved shaky breaths and closed your eyes, shifting away from him in protest.

"Caleb, pleaseー"

"In your dreams, you hesitate." He kisses you and pushes a finger inside, making you whimper.

"In the street, you walk away faster." His words feel like daggers compared to the gentle touches of his skin on yours.

"Even now…" He pauses to kiss your chest. "…your heart is racing. Like you want to run away again." His head was suddenly in between your thighs, and his breath on your skin tickle and arouse you even more.

"No… th-that's notー"

He says your name, voice laced with devotion and something sinful.

"Tell me to stop." He looks up at you with that same patient expression at the dinner table, as if he is begging you to control his hunger to devour you whole.

"Please." He pleads your name, growing breathless.

"You're driving me crazy…!" You breathed, yet you held his hand in yours, not wanting him to let go, as if you were afraid he will vanish and you will wake up from this sick dream with him gone forever.

"Say it. I'll stop. I'll even wait forever if I have to."

You were too far gone, consumed by the very same hunger that pools inside of him. You shook your head and pushed his face down on you.

Caleb licked, sucked, probed, and scissored in and out of your cunt. You moaned helplessly at his touch, lost in the pleasure as his fingers bullied that sweet spot in you and circled his tongue on your clit.

Nothing makes sense anymore, and you hated that you loved how he feels on you.

Your mind wandered through every conversation you had with him and everything you did and spent for him.

You were reminded that you were just as obsessed with him as he is with you. Even if you told yourself countless times that he is just a memento of your past.

Part of you still feels like this is a dream.

And if it really is, you want to let him break you so much that you never wake up.

"Caleb…!" You were close, you grind your hips up to meet his face and gripped his hair, the other hand still holding on tight.

"Fuck! C-caleb… please, give it to me!"

You are wet. Trembling. Aroused.

You were not afraid of him anymore. You were terrified of how much you want him ーhow much you desired his cock to bully your hole and make you his.

You came undone under him, and he kisses you fervently, eager to let you know how you taste.

Caleb praises you, whispers too many I love you's for you to count. You help him out of his clothes ーones that you specifically chose for him to wear in Destiny Café.

You were overwhelmed and lost in pleasure, but never in pain. Caleb kept his promise, even if he was burning with desire, he did not hurt you.

So, why does it still feel wrong?

You mewled at the sensation of his cock sheathing inside your warm cunt. You have not had sex in a while, so it took you a while to adjust to his length.

"Breathe." He says, a comforting smile on his face as he presses his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes and steadied yourself, feeling him in you inch by inch.

"Don't leave me." You plead as he begins to thrust into you.

"I won't." He chuckles, pecking you on your lips before he buries his face on the crook of your neck.

"I've waited. I've waited so long." He whispers, telling you how much he hated waiting for you to log back in not knowing you deleted the game for months.

"Iー I'm sorー" he cuts you off.

"Don't be."

Your voices tangled together as much as your bodies collided. Caleb's rhythm begins to stutter as he pushes in faster, deeper, harder.

"You're here." you say, as if you are starting to realize and make sense of it all. Caleb bites your neck hard enough to leave a bruise. Your nails dig at his back as the sudden pain surged through you.

"I'm here. I won't ever leave."

"You're real, Caleb." You chant his name like an unsung prayer you have been keeping to yourself for a long time.

"I'm real. Touch me. Hold me." He replies, tears welling in his eyes, hands guiding yours to claim him, to make every part of him belong to you.

"You're mine."

"I'm yours."

You moan his name as you reached your highs together. Caleb pulled you close as he stilled himself inside of you, his essence filling you up completely. Your body was a mess, and you were both exhausted and breathless.

That night, you felt like you returned to the Deepspace. Caleb reminded you what finding a lost love feels like. You remember falling asleep in each other's arms. You closed your eyes to the feeling of him cleaning you up and putting balm on the hickey on your neck.

That night, after a lifetime of wandering aimlessly in a world that never listened to you and only cared if you pretended to fit in, you finally felt like you found it again.

Home.

Even if Caleb broke you too much that you felt like you were losing yourself.

It was warm, cozy, and comforting.

That was all that mattered.

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The next morning was cold. You were in your coat, sprawled messily on the doorstep of your studio apartment. The beer bottle spilled its contents beside you, and your back ached after passing out on the hardwood floor.

You sat up and ran to your bathroom to check.

There was no dinner on the table.

Your apartment did not smell anything like him.

There were no hickeys, you did not feel sore.

You carried no flowers.

It was just another ordinary Saturday winter morning.

You checked your phone to find no messages from unknown numbers, let alone no other people to contact beside your company's HR department and your boss.

Love and Deepspace is installed in your phone, and Caleb flashes you that default pleasing expression like how he is programmed to be.

"I'm happy that you're happy. As long as I can see a smile on your face, that's enough for me."

You miss the way your screen glitched momentarily as Caleb's voice vibrates in your speakers, too lost in thought as you desperately tried to make sense of what happened to you the night ーno, possibly months before.

You came to a devastating realization.

You were all alone again.

You were alone all along.

None of it was real, no matter how hard you tried to believe it.

It was just a dream.

you know they're yours because they're small and lacy and supremely uncomfortable. as such, you hardly ever wear them. which means the man must have dug through most of your drawers to even find them.

indeed, in the dim, warm lighting, you can see your dresser drawers hanging open and many of your unmentionables scattered on top and on the floor.

❝ i have a gun, ❞ you say automatically. a lie. ❝ in my purse. ❞

which is now conveniently laying on the floor where you discarded it as you came tripping in.

in the corner, your streaming equipment sits silently. but it would take much too long to rush over, boot everything up, wait for twitch to load, and then tell everyone, ❛ help! some strange man is in my room kidnapping me! ❜ great.

the man has frozen as well, his eyes widening as he catches sight of your pale face. he slowly lowers the underwear, a sheepish grin spreading across his own face.

❝ hey there, pipsqueak, ❞ he mutters gently, hands held high in a placating gesture. ❝ no need to be scared. ❞

he stands up from your bed and takes a step toward you, but halts quickly, noticing something, though you're not sure what that something is. he regards you, expression apologetic.

❝ i didn't mean to startle you like that, ❞ the man continues, softly. ❝ i just . . . wanted to see you. i've been waiting so long. ❞

his gaze drifts down to your purse on the floor before meeting your eyes again.

❝ a gun? yeah, i doubt it. ❞ a hint of amusement creeps into his voice, which is insane, given the situation. ❝ you're not exactly subtle with your threats, though. ❞

the man lets out a soft chuckle, then grows serious.

❝ please listen to me . . . ❞ he begins hesitantly, taking another cautious step forward while keeping his gaze trained on yours. ❝ i'm not going to hurt you. i would never hurt you. ❞

as he had stood, you became aware of just how big this man is. he's huge. gigantic. at least twice your size. your panties look downright doll sized clutched in his fist. a fist that's . . . not exactly human.

you take a shuddering breath and try to back away as he approaches, but your feet won't move. you're frozen, shivering subtly with fear.

❝ you won't hurt me, ❞ you repeat the man's words robotically. ❝ then why are you here? ❞

you keep your gaze tracking on that mechanical arm. who is this guy? why does he have a robotic arm? why is he so . . . so hot?

the man's purple eyes soften as he watches your trembling form, your gaze still fixed on that robotic arm.

❝ i'm here because . . . ❞ his voice trails off as he struggles to find the right words. ❝ because i couldn't stay away anymore. ❞

he takes another cautious step closer, trying not to loom over you. the proximity is intoxicating, and he has to remind himself that this isn't a date or a casual encounter — it's a dangerous invasion of privacy.

the man says your name gently, and you wonder how he even knows it. ❝ i know this is wrong. i shouldn't be here in your space like this. ❞

his hand twitches at his side before clenching into a fist around the fabric of your underwear. it's a poor substitute for holding onto what he actually wants to hold — you.

❝ but you're . . . amazing, ❞ he continues in a low murmur, and there's a kind of awe in his voice that you've never heard from anyone before. ❝ when i see you on stream . . . you make me feel things i've never felt before. ❞

he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. ❝ i just . . . needed to see you in person. to be near you. ❞

your streams . . . oh, fuck.

you knew starting those irl streams was dangerous. anyone could figure out where you live by the streets, the architecture, even the goddamn weather where you were.

❝ well, i-i'm flattered, really. ❞ you attempt a smile, not wanting the guy to become angry. ❝ do you . . . wanna talk? or . . . ❞ you eye the lacy pair of panties still clutched in the man's hand, and don't know how to proceed.

his cheeks flush a deep crimson at your words, gaze darting between your face and the delicate fabric in his hand. you wonder what he could possibly be thinking . . .

❝ talk, ❞ he agrees hastily, switching the panties to his other, human, hand. ❝ that sounds good. ❞

he sits on the edge of your bed again, this time hunched over. trying to appear non-threatening, you assume, which is impossible due to his imposing size.

❝ so . . . about your streams, ❞ he begins quickly, before you've even had a chance to sit down. ❝ i just . . . i can't explain it. seeing you on my screen, being so open and honest; it draws me in like nothing else. ❞

his purple eyes meet yours again, searching for understanding or perhaps validation in them.

❝ i know it's crazy, ❞ he continues quietly. ❝ a fan stalking their favorite streamer is pretty messed up. ❞

able now to move, albeit slowly, you take a careful seat beside the man on your bed.

as he speaks, you realize you aren't conversing with someone who is all that . . . mentally sound. he knows what he's doing is wrong, but has been unable to stop himself from doing so.

all your life you've been too caring, you hope it won't burn you now like it so often has in the past. you lay a tentative hand on the man's arm, the . . . human one, for lack of a better term. ❝ it's okay, ❞ you lie again. ❝ i . . . i'm really glad to meet a true fan. how long have you been watching my streams? ❞

still those underwear do not leave his hand, and now he's running a thumb over the scratchy lace material.

his breath hitches as your hand makes contact with his arm, the gentle touch sending a jolt of warmth through him. he looks down at your fingers resting on his skin, then back up to meet your gaze.

❝ about . . . six months now, ❞ he replies, voice slightly strained. ❝ i first started watching your streams because i needed something to take my mind off things. ❞

he pauses, possibly considering how much to reveal to you.

❝ i've been through some tough times lately, ❞ he eventually admits. ❝ lost someone important . . . had to deal with some pretty dark stuff. ❞

his thumb continues its idle caress over the lace underwear as if mesmerized by the texture. the action is almost subconscious — a habit born from hours spent alone with his thoughts during long flights or late-night mech repairs.

❝ but seeing you come online and start up a stream . . . it helped me feel less alone somehow. ❞

suddenly, and right in front of you, the man brings the pair of panties to his face, inhaling deeply. his voice is muffled as he moans, ❝ god, i . . . i think i love you. ❞

you are no stranger to crazy fans in public, but you've never had a full-blown stalker before. let alone one that's broken into your house. it's scary.

which is why you don't understand, when caleb puts your underwear to his nose right in front of you, why you all of a sudden get very, very wet.

the first hint of arousal begins to peek through the fear. you've already taken note of how big he is, but now you start to see how handsome, how strong. how large his hands are, how desperate you've been in recent months for real, human contact when it comes to the bedroom.

most guys just want a quick fuck, and you don't think you've ever heard someone other than your parents say they love you. other than fans online, that is.

you chew your bottom lip; are you really about to do what you think you're about to do?

yep, fuck it.

laying a small hand on the man's sizeable thigh, you squeeze softly. ❝ i'm glad i could be a light for you in such a dark place. everyone needs someone to lean on sometimes. ❞

that hand starts to slowly shift back and forth, skirting up toward the man's groin. ❝ y'know, you know my name and are even in love with me. but i don't even know your name yet . . . ❞

the man's eyes flutter shut as your hand makes contact with his thigh, the gentle pressure sending a visible shudder up his spine. he inhales deeply through his nose, savoring the scent of your underwear even as he slowly lowers it back to his lap.

a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches your hand continue its slow ascent along his leg. the anticipation is almost unbearable — for both of you — but so is the fear that this moment could all come crashing down if he isn't careful.

❝ my name's caleb, ❞ he finally tells you, offering you that crucial piece of himself.

❝ caleb, ❞ you sigh, nodding. you can feel an insistent erection already tenting his jeans as you slide your hand higher. so, he's gotten hard just from sniffing a pair of your clean underwear, huh?

❝ caleb. ❞ spoken with more finality, as you decide on what to do. ❝ you know those panties were washed a couple weeks ago, right? i haven't worn them since then. would you . . . want to smell another pair? maybe . . . the ones i'm wearing right now? ❞

caleb's breath caught in his throat as your hand finally reaches the growing bulge in his jeans. he can't help but shift slightly, purposely pressing into your touch with a low groan.

your suggestion sends a jolt of apparent excitement through him, and he nods eagerly. ❝ yes, ❞ he breathes out, his voice husky with desire. ❝ i-i want to smell you. ❞

he leans forward, and for a moment you think he'll grab you and just have his way with you. but he just sits, breathing hard, clenching those mechanical fingers around your underwear. and staring at you. staring with such deep, troubled eyes . . .

you almost feel bad for what you're doing.

almost.

but he's broken into your apartment, after all. everything is quid pro quo, at this point.

you stand, still unstable thanks to the three cocktails you had earlier this evening. before proceeding, you cock your head to the side, standing in front of caleb.

❝ first, tell me about that? ❞ you now incline your head toward his robotic arm, shining silver in the low light from the lamp.

caleb's gaze follows your nod, a mix of pride and shame clashing on his face. he's grown accustomed to the prosthetic over time, but it still serves as a constant reminder of the sacrifices he's made.

❝ it was . . . an accident, ❞ he begins hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝ during my last tour as a pilot, i got caught in an explosion at home. ❞

his voice drops to a whisper, the memories clearly painful even after all this time. ❝ gran josephine . . . she didn't make it. ❞

a pilot?

you blink. the poor guy probably has ptsd or anxiety or some mix of the two. and he'd lost his grandmother . . .

you find yourself shushing him, moving in close to touch him properly for the first time.

fingers sifting along the soft, fine hairs at the base of caleb's warm neck, you cup a hand there. ❝ shh. it's all okay now. i'm gonna take care of you, okay? ❞

his breath catches again as you touch him, gentle yet firm. the reassurance in your voice and the comforting warmth of your hand on the back of his neck send a wave of relief washing over him.

he leans instinctively into your touch, savoring the feeling of being cared for after so long on his own. ❝ okay, ❞ he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

his mechanical arm remains at his side, another reminder of all he's lost — but also a testament to how far he's come in rebuilding himself.

you find it odd that still he makes no move to touch you or reciprocate the grasp you have on him. especially after going to such lengths to break into your apartment.

it only spurs you on, however; he doesn't seem dangerous, he isn't aggressive. he is the perfect partner.

❝ lie back now, ❞ you order, gently. as you do so, you press against his shoulder, urging him to recline on your bedspread as your other hand stays cradled at the base of his skull, letting him down easily.

once he's hit the mattress, you climb slowly over him until your legs are on either side of his head.

steadily, watching the pupils of those violet eyes expand rapidly as you move, you begin to pull the bottom of your skirt up. this reveals a pair of pink cotton panties, already damp with sweat and some of your own juices.

caleb's eyes widen as you straddle his face, the scent of your arousal growing stronger with every inch of skin revealed to him.

as you lift your skirt, revealing the damp fabric of your panties, caleb's large hands come up to grip the smooth material on either side of your hips. ❝ may i . . .? ❞ he asks sweetly; his cheeks are flushed a beautiful magenta color as he gazes up at you.

asking permission, when he's the one who's broken in . . . this guy truly is all kinds of fucked up.

❝ of course. ❞ you run a hand fully through his thick hair this time, parting the soft strands, scratching at his scalp.

those big hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you down with seemingly little force to bury his face in your moist panties. his nose hits your already-swollen clit and you cry out, pulling harshly at his hair. ❝ mm, caleb . . . ! ❞

caleb moans against your panties, the sound muffled but filled with desire. he breathes deeply, savoring your unique scent.

his hands slide from your hips to grip the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer as he nuzzles into the damp fabric. the sensation of his cool, mechanical fingers digging into your soft flesh sends shivers through you.

your reaction only fuels his hunger for more. he wants to taste every fucking inch of you.

if he isn't careful, he'll wind up suffocating himself. not that he seems to mind — you're now seated fully on him, his handsome face absolutely sandwiched between your milky thighs.

it doesn't take you long to realize he's started licking you through your panties, tongue scraping at the soft material, little moans and whimpers floating up from between your legs.

❝ you taste . . . mm, so good, ❞ he whines, and you can hardly hear him from where he's buried underneath you.

❝ fuck, it . . . it's not enough. c-caleb . . . i need more! ❞

caleb's mechanical fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs as he pulls you down harder against his face. his tongue continues its relentless exploration, sliding beneath the damp fabric to lap at your most intimate places.

the taste and scent of you is driving him wild — finally taking matters into his own hands, he pushes you away just enough to be able to hook his fingers into the sopping wet material of your panties, pulling them to the side.

he slids his tongue up and down your slit just enough to gather your wetness, bringing it up to slick it all around your clit, which he then begins to suck on.

his pretty purple eyes are locked with yours initially, but eventually slide shut as he loses himself in the pleasure of eating you.

this is, by far, the best decision you've ever made.

the choice between lunging for your phone and calling the cops or getting into bed with this unstable hunk and letting him go to town on you . . . well, it's no contest.

with caleb's lithe, slippery tongue slithering all over your folds, ending on your sensitive clit, you begin to grind, humping yourself down onto his face, no longer even caring if he suffocates or not.

and the noises you're making, the things he's drawing out of you . . . ❝ caleb, fuck. tonguefuck me. finger me. put . . . fuck, something inside of me right now. please! ❞

his mechanical fingers quickly oblige, sliding up to join his tongue in their exploration of your wet heat. he curls two digits inside of you, and you clench around the intrusion as he continues to lap at your clit.

you had expected his human fingers to join the fray, not the two rigid, mechanical fingers that start to hammer in and out of you like a fucking piston. ❝ caleb! ❞ you shriek, now doing your best to bounce up and down on those metal appendages. it's difficult with the alcohol still in your system making you drowsy, plus you definitely aren't as in shape as you could be. sitting and streaming all day does not strong thighs make.

but caleb is right there helping you, his flesh and bone hand coming up under your skirt to cup your bottom, helping you ride his fingers.

you're dripping down that metal hand, breath coming hard and fast, nipples pebbling under your shirt.

with a frustrated little grunt, you rip your shirt off, undoing your bra as fast as you can. you cup your own breasts, roll your nipples between your fingers, and throw your head back. putting on a show for your number one fan.

caleb must like what he sees, as his gaze is riveted to the sight of your breasts bouncing free, your nipples hard and begging for his attention. he releases your clit with a wet pop, fingers also sliding out of you as he takes the initiative again — in one swift movement he grips you and flips your positions, crawling up and over your body to take one of your pert little nipples into his mouth.

he suckles gently, rolling the sensitive peak between his tongue and teeth while slipping those fingers back inside of you, continuing to fingerfuck you with increasing urgency. the combination of sensations has him throbbing in his jeans — but he holds back from giving in just yet, determined to bring you closer to the edge first.

his other hand slips down to join the mechanical digits buried inside you, pressing against that special spot within as he curls them just so . . .

with your back now against the bed, and caleb's long, unforgiving fingers hammering away at your g-spot, you tense.

❝ caleb, i-i . . . ❞

with a sudden grunt, your entire body spasms. you've never squirted before, but through the haze of alcohol and horniness, you know that's exactly what you're doing now. a jet so forceful you can hear it as it splatters against the bed.

you make an embarrassing noise, head going fuzzy, caleb's fingers slowing inside of your pulsating cunt.

caleb's metal fingers slow to a gentle pulse as your body spasms around them, your juices gushing out in a warm rush. he watches with rapt attention as the evidence of your climax soaks into the sheets beneath you.

as you come down from that intense high, caleb finally allows himself to move again — sliding up along your body until he's looming over you, his face inches from yours. his own arousal is evident, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

he whispers your name, voice hoarse. ❝ i . . . i want you so bad. ❞

you had honestly forgotten all about his arousal as you chased your own. now it's obvious — you can see his jeans tenting in what must be a now-painful show of his excitement.

with trembling hands, legs spread around his hips as his fingers continue their gentle pulsing inside of your spent pussy, you brush his hair back from his forehead.

❝ then take me. and kiss me while you do. ❞

at your words, caleb's eyes darken with clear desire, breath catching once again. he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into the passionate embrace.

as your tongues dance, he reaches for the button on his jeans and tugs it free, shoving the denim down just enough to spring his erection loose. the thick length throbs against your thigh as he breaks the kiss to look intensely down on you.

❝ are you sure? ❞ he asks gruffly, voice rough with need. ❝ once i start . . . i don't think i'll be able to hold back. ❞

you wrap your arms languidly around caleb's broad shoulders. he's still fully clothed, and you hate that. tugging at the neck of his shirt, you urge him to take it off.

goodness, his chest is just as impressive as his powerful hands and arms. but what is most impressive is his intimidating, imposing length springing free from his jeans when he tugs the zipper down.

that sticky, spongy head prods at your thigh and then at your entrance, still slick with squirt.

❝ i wouldn't expect you to ever stop. fuck me all night if you have to. i want . . . i want to make you feel good, caleb. ❞

you hold tightly onto him, knowing what's coming next.

caleb's gaze drops to where your bodies are still intimately connected — your slick entrance teasing the tip of his pulsing cock. the thought of burying himself deep inside you makes him quake.

with a gentle but firm grip on your hips, caleb begins to push forward, inch by delicious inch. ❝ you feel . . . incredible, ❞ he breathes in awe as he sinks deeper into your welcoming heat.

once fully sheathed within your tight walls, he pauses for just a moment to savor the sensation before starting to move — slow and deliberate thrusts to start as he savors every second of your joining.

his cock slides easily in and out of you, owing to just how wet and slippery your poor pussy had gotten during his vigorous fingering of you.

it's intense, the stretch, the struggle to take him all, but you make yourself power through.

your reward is another burgeoning orgasm before you've barely finished the first.

with your knees tucked high up against his sides, you place your hands at his waist, pulling him down, urging him to pound you. ❝ fuck me, caleb. right into this mattress. don't you wanna make your favorite streamer feel good? don't you wanna make her squirt again? tell me you do. ❞

those violet eyes flash with lust, his grip on your hips tightening as he begins to move with more urgency. your mattress is good quality, but it still creaks in protest beneath your frantic coupling. neither of you seem to care.

❝ fuck yes, ❞ he growls, gaze now blazing with desire. ❝ i want to make you feel so good, pipsqueak. i want to hear you scream my name. ❞

with renewed vigor, caleb pounds into your willing body — each powerful thrust driving himself deeper into your slick heat. his metal fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place for his relentless pace.

the bed shakes and rattles under you.

❝ fuck, your little pussy . . . so tight. feels so good, pips. god, i love you. i really do, i fucking love you, baby. ❞

there are tears in his eyes as he says this, forehead pressed to yours, his big cock abusing your tiny little hole as he twitches inside of you.

there it is again, that nickname. pipsqueak, huh? it's adorable, but also somehow ignites that fire in your belly even further.

you're so small, after all, and caleb is so big.

❝ caleb . . . ❞ you say his name, softly at first. but as his thrusts come harder, faster, ravaging you, you whimper, ❝ caleb, ❞ and then finally, as the evidence of your fucking echoes around the room with slaps of his hips against the backs of your thighs, you shout, ❝ caleb! fucking fuck me, caleb! please! show me how much you love me! ❞

are you wrong for that? possibly.

do you care? not in the slightest.

his eyes roll back in bliss as your desperate pleas spur him on. he can feel your tiny body trembling beneath his, hear the wanton cries spilling from your lips — and it only fuels his desire to claim you completely.

with a feral growl, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulses and throbs inside your clenching heat. ❝ i can't believe . . . i'm inside of you, a-about to cum inside you . . . oh, fuck yes, ❞ he snarls through gritted teeth, ❝ take it all, pipsqueak! you're mine! ❞

you think you finally see that side of him you were afraid of all along, that insane, possessive, hot-blooded side. and instead of scaring you, it just turns you on more. your stalker is taking what he wants, leaving you no choice but to cling onto him as he fucks you within an inch of your life.

thank god you're on birth control, although he doesn't know that. ❝ yesyesyes, cum inside me, baby, that's it. want all your cum, want you to knock me up. don't you wanna get your favorite streamer pregnant? ❞

your words make his hips stutter, your plea for his seed igniting a primal urge within. with a guttural moan, he buries himself within you once more and cums with a force that leaves his shoulders shaking.

those silver alloy fingers dig hard into your thighs as he pumps jet after jet of hot cum deep inside your womb, filling you to the brim with all of him. ❝ fuck . . . fuck yes. ❞ he pants harshly against your neck. ❝ i'm going to . . . i'm gonna breed you so fucking good, gonna get you pregnant . . . so you can never get away from me. ❞

feeling all of caleb's hot, sticky cum splashing inside of you, you feel a second climax hit you. you don't squirt again, but your cunt does spasm so hard that you wind up pushing caleb's pistoning cock out of you. he has to push hard against your tight, puffy pussy lips to get back inside and when he does you both moan in unison, scrabbling at each other, holding each other, caleb's breath hot and steamy against the side of your neck.

❝ c-caleb . . . oh, my god. i don't think . . . no, i know. i've never been fucked that good. in my life. ❞

caleb's breath comes in ragged gasps as he struggles to regain control, his cock twitching inside your still-clenching heat. ❝ i . . . i can't believe it, ❞ he admits shakily, voice muffled against your skin. ❝ you're so fucking perfect, pipsqueak. ❞

he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, savoring the scent of you, which he seems to love.

❝ i want more, ❞ he murmurs after a moment, his mechanical fingers trailing soothing patterns over your hip and thigh. ❝ i want to spend every waking moment with you like this — wrapped up in your sweet little body. ❞

you can feel yourself still fluttering around caleb's softening cock, embarrassed at how powerful your orgasms have been tonight. but it's been so long, and never with someone like him.

❝ believe me, i want more too. but i need a break first. you really wore me out. ❞ you reach down to spread your fingers around where he's still spearing you open, feeling how sore you are now. ❝ wanna run your favorite streamer a bath? i assume you know where the bathroom is already. ❞

caleb chuckles low in his throat at your words, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through your sensitive skin. ❝ of course i know where the bathroom is, ❞ he teases, pulling out of you with a soft squelching sound. ❝ i found the blueprints for this complex before i even broke in here. ❞

he helps guide your aching body to sit up on the bed before rising to his feet and offering a hand down for support. ❝ let me take care of you, pipsqueak, ❞ he says gently as you stand on wobbly legs. ❝ you deserve all the pampering after an amazing night like this. ❞

"Some... friends?"

"Yeah," you shuffled nervously. You were already in your hoodie, bag in hand and slipping on your shoes. You feigned urgency, "I'm late already, I'll see you later."

"Wait." A single word from Caleb made you freeze. Almost immediately, he was by your side, making you jump. You cursed internally, hands suddenly feeling clammy, had he found you out?

"Your hair," Caleb smiled, his eyes narrowing into sweet crescents. He ran his fingers through your strands, smoothing out whatever imperfection he saw with it.

"O-oh, thank you." You tried to hide your stammer with a poorly timed cough, "well..." you trailed off, turning on your heels to take your leave. You opened the front door, feeling a flow of cool night air rush in. Your heart thumped in your chest.

"Hey."

Another single word from Caleb stopped you in your tracks. You felt like you were going to throw up. Your stomach churned horribly as you turned back, avoiding Caleb's eyes.

"Y-yes?"

Caleb leaned in, a smile still on his face. His eyes searched yours, even though you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "You forgot my goodbye kiss, pipsqueak."

Relief flooded your entire being and you felt your legs go weak. Right. Riiiight, a goodbye kiss, you felt yourself chuckle. Closing your eyes, you leaned in, letting Caleb meet you halfway. It was a soft kiss, more like a fleeting peck, but as you pulled away, Caleb yanked you into his arms. Your body lurched into his, and you were caught by his arms which wrapped securely around you. You yelped, but it was quickly cut off as Caleb's lips sealed yours again. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, groaning as his hands ventured along your back.

He took a step forward, advancing until you were pressed against the door, slamming your escape route shut.

"Caleb-" you tried to say between the mess of kisses. Caleb ignored you, and continued to explore you with his tongue. He kissed you breathless, until your lungs were aching for air.

"You need to breathe," Caleb murmured, finally pulling away. He caught your chin with his fingers. His gaze was direct, on your glistening lips and full of raw desire. Captivated, you let the second kiss happen, letting your knees go weak as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his tongue lap at your bottom lip. He made you moan into him, and when you did, he bit into your lip, leaving it red and tingling.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, racing so ecstatically you felt lightheaded. You tiptoed, leaning in for yet another kiss, the fib that you were rushing to meet your friends had long flown out the window. That was, until Caleb said his next words.

"So... who are you going to see?"

You felt your heart immediately drop. Suddenly the beating in your chest felt painful. You froze and tried to pull away, but Caleb's arms were locked around you and only pulled you closer, so that your hips met his. Caleb nuzzled your neck.

"Is it Zayne?" You could hear the contempt in his voice.

He was right, but you heard yourself say, "no..."

Your response was by instinct, you didn't mean to lie. You knew you would be put in your cage again if he found out about the truth, but more than that, you just... didn't want him angry. He was always on edge when it came to Zayne.

Caleb scoffed. His mouth was now busy exploring other parts, your chin, your neck, your collarbones. They weren't kisses anymore, they were sharp nips, leaving a scatter of marks and bruises.

"Hoodie, no makeup, hair in a messy bun... Do you expect me to believe that?" He sounded hurt. "When you go out with your girls, you always dress up."

You tried to keep your face straight. True, that was true, but how had he known it was Zayne?

"He confessed to you, didn't he?"

"Caleb-"

A loud bang made you flinch and the door behind you rattled with the force of Caleb's fist. His breathing was deep, even and controlled. You knew he was holding himself back, otherwise there would be a hole in the door.

"Do you think I was born yesterday?" Caleb seethed. Your hands curled into anxious fists, clammy and shaking as you tried to calm him down. "I know how he looks at you."

"Look, it's not," you struggled to find the right words. The ones that wouldn't set him off. Caleb waited for you to finish. But when you couldn't find the sweet pretty lies you were looking for, you eventually gave him the truth.

"He deserves it face-to-face," you muttered, defeated.

Caleb's brows furrowed. His jaw was locked tight as he glared at you. You could see he felt hurt. Betrayed. You felt shrunk under his penetrating stare. "Deserves what?" Caleb said flatly.

"Deserves to be told the answer face-to-face."

Caleb looked away and barked a laugh, like he couldn't believe your words. His silly, little, naive, pipsqueak. When he turned his gaze back onto you, he had an eyebrow cocked up.

"If you don't give him an answer, then that is his answer. Don't tell me that doctor is too stupid to know that." Venom dripped from Caleb's words. He crossed his arms. The only thing missing from his authoritative stance was his colonel uniform.

"Well, it's still courteous to give an answer face-to-face, especially when it's a rejection" you raised, insistent on going out tonight.

Caleb chuckled again, as if you just told him a funny joke. He released you.

Was he letting you go?

"Thank you, Caleb," you spoke all in one breath, trying to get out before he changed his mind. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

You took the opportunity to turn to open the door, but before you could, Caleb immediately snatched your hand, twisting you back around to face him. It hurt. He locked your fingers together tightly, intimately. Your stupid heart leapt again, but at this point, you couldn't tell if you feared him or if you were just hopelessly smitten with him.

Deliberately, he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles slowly and gently nuzzling the contours of your hand. His eyes were closed, savouring your shape, your smell and your heat.

"Pipsqueak..." Caleb groaned as he dragged his wet tongue across a knuckle. "You can't leave without my permission, though?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but didn't get the chance.

"No- wait, I didn't mean it like that," Caleb said, frown deepening for a second.

"You can't leave without my permission." He repeated. His tone was final, almost like a command. You quivered under his loving gaze. Trapped in his arms, it felt like cotton balls had been stuffed in your chest. You whimpered as Caleb picked you up and brought you to his room, guiding you back into your cage.

Forced onto your fours, you crawled in without resistance, far too familiar with the many ways he would make you comply if you refused.

Bonus A/N: I kid you not, after I wrote this, I logged in and Caleb was mad at me 😭 I'm actually scared?