#truly a freak4freak pair

[geminorvm]

overture || Caleb | Xia Yizhou

Summary:

No matter how much you have wanted Caleb, he has always turned away from you. Yet, he cannot leave you alone when you truly need him, especially when he's aware of what's going on with your body and mind at all times.

Wordcount: 2.2k

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Pairing:

Caleb / MC!Reader

Tags/CW:

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI!! pwp, pseudocest, implied problematic age gap (16/19), Reader is totally obsessed with Caleb, Caleb knows too much, what is this, a surveillance state, he knows your cycle, reader is ovulating, size kink, manhandling, freak4freak, bc they're both soo obsessed with each other, implied yandere Caleb (canon but whatever), slight delusions, he will completely take over your life, yay!!!

Note:

wrote this in one sitting, something about him knowing everything about u, u know

Memories tend to be vague, no matter how much you try to conjure them with clarity, even if the feelings knitted through them will always stay the same. Yet, every memory you share with Caleb is as vivid as your current present might be; the view upon them as if you have just gazed at them for the very first time. Everything about him is indubitably carved into the depths of your brain. This is what you’re used to, what living around him has led you to do, out of sheer desire and yearning, with no other place to pour these feelings into but to repeat everything over and over and over and over again. And to appreciate and admire every single second, every single aspect he has given you. There was simply nothing else to do, and you have accepted this, accepted that all you can do is watch him, always at a distance, in body, in mind, in heart.

This is but a part of your life, part of you, without a doubt, you cannot be whole without him by your side, without his presence in your life. His very being has imprinted on you, has carved a space into your soul where nothing else could ever dare to fill it, to fulfill its calling like Caleb might be able to.

Still, you try to fill the emptiness he leaves in you when he once again turns his face away from you, eyebrows furrowed, gaze dark and somber and yet hungry. You try your very best. But you know you could never ever be alone, on your own, without his steady hand to guide your own.

All you can do is conjure up the warmth of his skin against yours, the rough palm of his holding the back of your hand, leading you each step of the way; nothing but your imagination but more than you could ever have.

With each move, your own fingertips caressing your skin, trailing lower and lower, dipping underneath the waistband of your undergarments, you materialize his words, sentences and noises pieced together to make them fit the situation, to make them filled with desire and lust for you.

“Aren’t you a good girl? Do you like it when I touch you here? Do you want your big brother to take care of you?”

Your fingertips hover over your accumulating heat, aching and needy, but you refrain, your fingers could never compare to the real thing, their size, their careful touches despite the roughness etching their skin. So, you retract your hand with a small groan, the image of him still watching over you, a smug grin looking down on you.

“Aw, scared? I didn’t even begin yet.”

And that’s the worst of it all, Caleb might never truly ever begin, and you could not bring it upon yourself to push yourself over the edge, to break that very thing you’ve always wanted to keep safe and sound for him, as no one but him truly has a right to touch it, much less permeate through it.

So, you can’t help but let your imagination run wild, to fantasize how his lips may scrape against your throat to feel your pulse, how his hand may grab you, big and encompassing, yet so careful to not handle you too forcibly. How he would take such good care of you, bit by bit. But even in your dreams, Caleb does not cross the line, a line he has formed in his mind, one only understood by him. You cannot even fathom to understand what the set boundaries are made of, only aware of its existence. As such, you cannot find pleasure even in your mind, because if he didn’t stop, then he wouldn’t be your protective older brother, would he.

A sound from outside your room startles you, and you sit up, almost like you have been caught in indecency. And maybe you were, but no one else but your guilt could ever know.

Quickly, you sort your appearance before stepping into the living room, only to see Caleb finally back home, wearing nothing but a tank top, his muscles apparent and glistening. The mere sight of him ignites something deep in your stomach and you doubt you could go another day without acting on your thoughts and desires.

You bite your lower lip and lean against the door frame, arms close to you to try and make yourself look smaller, more fragile than you actually are, even if you’re not sure it even makes a difference from his point of view.

“You’re back.”

“Yeah, miss me?”

Incredibly so, immensely even, words could not describe how much you have missed him, even if you were barely apart for a short duration of time. But you can’t outright say that to him, not yet, not when he has been avoiding your eyes when things get tense between you.

“Pff, you wish. But I do need your help, follow me.”

You turn around and head back to your room, his footsteps close and so familiar, their rhythm etched behind your teeth, especially with the times you had to be on the lookout for him when you were sneaking around behind his back.

The moment Caleb enters your room, you close the door behind him, the key turning silently before disappearing in your pocket.

“See, there’s that thing that has been bothering me for some time, and only you can help me,” you sigh as you’re sitting down on your bed, spreading your legs ever so slightly open.

Before you could slowly approach him, before you could bargain and argue, Caleb deadpans.

“You’re ovulating, aren’t you?” He sighs as if in exasperation, yet his eyes are drilling into you, taking you apart by the seams, bit by bit, layer by layer.

“Aand, you want me to help you out, don’t you?”

You shiver. “Well, yeah, but how do you know–”

With a few long strides he’s standing in front of you, crowding into your bubble, and suddenly the way too big, way too empty space is way too filled, way too small, way too tense. His knees push yours further apart and your insides tremble with each inch less between you. There’s barely anything left until he touches you, touches you like you’ve always wanted him to, touches your very being and unfurls your desire for him. Barely anything between you, yet it feels too big, too far away, you’re not sure if you could simply keep holding on like that.

Caleb leans down, towering over you and his knuckles graze your cheek, barely noticeable if you weren’t too aware of his every move, of his very being itself.

“You’re my little sister, of course I know everything about you and what your body is going through at all times.”

The only thing you can do is simply gape at him, words escaping your mind. With every sentence uttered, it almost seems as if his life consists of nothing but you, akin to the way his memory, his existence has interwoven into every aspect of yours.

Yet, instead of your dreams being fulfilled in one fell swoop, Caleb takes a step back to take a seat by your side, leaving you empty and aching and cold. You immediately open your mouth, ready to retort with something about how dare he leave you high and dry, how could he betray you like that. But before you could even properly form a sentence in your mind, much less glide over your tongue, his big hands have grabbed your hips. The sheer size of them around your body twists something in you, the ache between your legs throbbing just with this single touch, just with the way his fingers seem to envelop your whole body, his thumb pressing into your ribs. It would be such an easy thing for him to simply squeeze you, to squeeze you and make your blood bloom underneath your skin, to leave his marks on you with a simple show of strength. But despite this possibility, Caleb handles you oh-so-carefully. His grasp exudes nothing more than the bare necessary.

With ease, he heaves you up and immediately settles you on his lap. Yet, saying that you’re sitting on his lap would be plain wrong, as your positioning is completely different. He has put you down on his lap, in the perfect place for his muscles to press between your legs, your own thighs framing said thigh as it spreads your legs apart with its sheer size. Your knees are digging into the mattress, barely giving you any support as you try to avoid pressing yourself way too closely to him.

“What’s wrong? Scared already?” he murmurs, his lips grazing your skin. “You wanted my help, didn’t you? Use me as much as you want, pipsqueak.”

With this, Caleb raises his leg to push his thigh against you. The muscle meets your core and you barely suppress a moan.

This can’t be real, this has to be a dream. How could your brother cross the line on his own? Did your imagination get the better of you? Are even your dreams filled with your desire towards him?

You’re not sure, but you can’t let this opportunity slip out of your grasp. Caleb is finally touching you the way you have always fantasized about and you won’t retreat or give this up. So, slowly, you lower yourself onto his thigh and put your whole weight into it, the pressure rising fast. And so does the aching throb in your clit. It spurs you on as lust hazes your mind and takes over everything else. Nothing else matters but Caleb, his hands caressing your sides, his thigh tensing and releasing, his breath hot on your skin. Your world revolves around him, would not exist without him.

You pant as you begin to roll your hips to grind your clit against his pure muscle. And despite the finite yet infinite layers between you, his warmth penetrates you, and you hope that your desire penetrates him just as much. With each move the tension in you grows, and you whine his name in need, in want, as your flow grows sloppy each time he flexes his muscle to hit your clit just right, to give you the right amount of pressure, the right angle exactly where you need him the most.

One of his hands comes up to the back of your head and gently pushes your face into his neck. “Shh, don’t worry, your big brother will take good care of you.”

These words were the last warning as he begins to take over, guiding your hips with his hands, pressing your thigh in the perfect rhythm. And each time Caleb hits your sweet spot, your clit throbbing and aching and hot with want and need and desire. You have lost all control over yourself as you surrender yourself to him completely, moaning his name in wanton and clutching his shoulders in a desperate attempt to hold onto yourself. But this only leads to the tension rising and tightening.

He keeps control over you, grinding your hip against his solid thigh over and over and over again. The sheer size fills every crevice, every ache, every emptiness, just enough for you to desire more and more and more; to imagine him filling you to the brim, to imagine his warmth spreading inside of you, to give you his unending love, to give you a part of him to keep for yourself for the rest of your life, just for you and only you. The mere thought of feeling him push into you to truly complete you makes you clench around nothing, makes you want and desire more, makes your insides tense with each touch of his.

Until everything snaps and you come crashing down, calling out to him like a prayer made just for you.

“Ah! Caleb! Please, please, please, can I feel you now? Can you? Please,” you whimper in desperation as you clutch his tank top. Rather than satisfying you, this whole spiel has only made you hungrier, made you emptier, made you yearn more and more.

A chuckle, a kiss on the forehead. “Hm, maybe when you’re a little bit older. Until then, this has to be enough.”

With a quick motion he turns your body around to carry you properly in his arms as he takes you to the bathroom.

“Now, get cleaned up. I will do everything in my power to fulfill your every wish, as long as you stay with me, alright?”

You feel a sense of loss and the coldness spreading when he carefully puts you back onto your feet. But you still nod, obedient, listening to the promises of your older brother, as one should. Especially when you notice the stain you have left behind, a stain close to another, two different kinds of fluids mixing together. And for now, this shall be enough, for now, you will be satisfied to be conjoint just like that, until you can take another step closer to completing yourself and him.

The door closes behind you, the last whispers following just barely. “I’m going to take care of you as your older brother, you won’t ever need anyone else.” The lock clicks and the key turns, leaving you with nothing but the imprint of him in your mind, carved into your soul, into your bones, his mark something for eternity and beyond.

[cookiecomics]

Anonymous Coward asked: Hi! Loved that last chapter! Curious since Haru and Akechi were the main focus, do you have any thoughts on Haru/Akechi as a pairing? I find them so fascinating because I think in a different situation they might be close or at least very similar

*vibrating on a bed of a thousand suns* Wow, hello anon, thank u for this very cool question that won't at all send me into a ramble for the next 1000 words minimum :3 Anyways, mild spoilers for ATOTT Chapter 54. I have to start off my ramble by saying that I do think Goro is bisexual, specifically demiromantic bisexual (so both on the ace spectrum and flexible when it comes to gender sexuality) and so in my mind I have no problem shipping him with women and of all the women I do like to ship him with (Ann, Sumire, Kotone, Haru) it’s Haru/Goro pairing that I absolutely adore the *most* Freak4freak as I said. Haru has this air of pleasantry that is apart of her similar to Goro. Except Haru’s isn’t a mask, per se, it’s part of who she is. A sweet-tasting poison that people won’t expect until it’s too late. Just like Goro, Haru has a strong sense of justice, but she also canonically enjoys the cries of shadows, enjoys destroying them, she loves violence and I think any relationship that let’s her explore that part of herself in either healthy or UNHEALTHY ways, would be a fascinating one to see, especially since Haru grew up pretty restricted, particularly in times of her life where expression of self is more crucial for personality development. She craved the love and bond she once had with her father in his childhood and one of the differences that I adore that ez_cookie so expertly pointed out in Daredevil. Shido never loved Akechi but there was once a time where Okumura loved Haru. That love faded and changed and became something empty and possessive, and that’s bound to leave psychological scars on someone. 

 I think Haru and Goro are both at the best positions to understand each other but also loathe each other’s perspective. I don’t think they’d fundamentally see eye to eye on alot of key matters. Haru has alot of trust in others, despite her upbringing, There’s this hopeful innocence in her that Akechi doesn’t have at all, and I think despite all their similarities, their anger, and their need to see justice done, that would be the difference that prevents them from truly understanding one another fully. Not to mention they’re from opposite economical backgrounds, which colours the way they view the world. Kupo said it best, they’re like a twisted carnival mirror of each other. In Akechi, Haru can see who she can become if she let her love for violence and her craving for control and autonomy get too far. 

In Haru, Akechi sees someone who openly admits to still holding love for someone who stopped giving it a long time ago and I think that’s his least favourite aspect of himself. The fact he wanted Shido to love him, to acknowledge him, and that part, that’s so ingrained with his hatred, makes him sick. And so to see her openly mourn her own father, to admit she still loved him despite his many, many flaws, would not sit well with Akechi-ever. They’re both also very open and forthcoming with their thoughts (especially Akechi in third semester) and I think it would make for a categorically bad time for them to ever have any sort of conversation around forgiveness and the future. BUT that also has this opportunity for them to LEARN from one another. Haru can learn to wield her discernment by not being so trusting, by asserting her control to not be taken advantage of, to not be afraid of her anger because anger can be healthy while Akechi can learn to properly detangle his emotions about his still breathing father, learn not to see empathy, and trust as weakness, learn to grow, from someone who even though they’re from two different worlds, can understand each other fully. 

 Forgive my language but freak4freak Haru/Goro I know they’d fuck crazy lmao. 

ANYWAYS, that’s all just in normal canon where he did in fact kill her dad. In ATOTT he didn’t, so let it be known IF ATOTT Goro HAD killed Okumura, Akechi would not have tried to kill Haru. He wouldn’t have let himself be killed of course, but I think he would be curious to see how she is able to do the things she does and watch her journey to move on from that pain in a way he never could. Also this is a boy who loves fighting so a chick who wants to kill him is not going to move the needle for him. The only reason Akechi tried to kill her at all, is because he KNOWS that resentment intimately, knows what it can do, and he doesn’t at all want to keep a person alive who might turn around and take the one thing he loves most away from him. He knows, Ren would not defend himself against Haru and if she wants to kill him, he may very well let her and he will not take that chance. ANYWAYS, I am a big Haru/Goro enjoyer. Whether as friends, vicious enemies or something even better chronically divorced with at least a couple murder attempts under their belt. Im hungry for it. Thank u for coming to my Tedtalk [Smile or comment on the answer here](https://retrospring.net/@CookieComics/a/112828098366945285)

[sevi007]

hello! hello! a lot of people seem to be finding you now and i am also one of those peeps (may of just realised you haveva tumblr). i have read your coffee & mayhem series a couple of times now and i've got to say i love it! it's so well written from just robotnik and stone as their own individual characters to how they're written together, how their relationship develops and also how they clash. all of it is done beautifully <3.

got to say my favourite one is the prequel to the entire series! how stone becomes interested in him and tries his best to work for robotnik because he's interesting is so delightful! freak4freak perhaps...and then there's also robotnik who just adds a random liquid to drinks for fun and ends up food poisoning him and stone just let's him. it's hilarious to me. it also shows you can write them so well separately and together. even when they're not in a relationship you've written them beautifully and that's truly a feat!

i can't wait to hear your thoughts and opinions and writing about sonic 3 as well as the dynamic between gerald and ivo! the robotniks are truly heartbreaking! i saw sonix 3 twice and their relationship got me each time :(.

anyways this is getting long but i just wanted to say you're an inspiration <3 i want to write my own stobotnik fics one day and seeing you doing it and making a whole series out of it is so amazing!

okay okay that's all. have a good day or night or whatever time it is for you && keeping doing you!

Hello hello!

Whu, I thought I had advertised my blog in my fics... but it's entirely possible that I meant to but forgot, I'm that scatterbrained lol

Anyway, hi, happy to have you! I've been a bit radio silent on here and uh, actually, everywhere to be fair, but I will attempt to do better again now ^^

And, thank you so much for the compliments! I'm always delighted to read that people enjoy my take on these two geniuses - idiots? - this much! Never thought that would happen when I decided to write what was supposed to be a One-Shot... now we see how good my self control is!

The prequel is, possibly, my most self-indulgent piece of the entire bunch, and that's saying something. I had read the Pre-Quill at that point, and just had that unshakable thought that to be able to "keep up" with Robotnik - to be able to understand him, work for him, actually work with his manifesto - Stone would have to be a bit crazy, a lot smarter than the movies actually show, and extremely determined to stay in this job / by Robotnik's side. I couldn't find anything that really satisfied my need to read all that, there were a lot of delightful takes of them both and how they started working together, but I had that thought that Stone was the driving force there, not Robotnik - because why would Robotnik want an assistant, he hates people - so I sat down and wrote all that myself. In, like, two days. I am also a bit crazy and obsessed sometimes, though much more harmless than those two, I promise. XD

By now, I have been sent approximately ten links to websites and google drives to watch the movie, and I managed to watch a very good bootleg version of the movie yesterday. I cried, laughed a whole lot, cried some more, and got back to writing immediately afterwards. It's definitely my favorite of the three movies! I think by now I have written about 20k since Saturday, in three differents WIPs so far, so I PROMISE you all will get to read my take on what happened before, after and during the movie. Maybe even more in detail than any of you wanted to, lmao.

(and, hey. You could never send a message too long, honest. I am delighted to hear from you guys, even if I am as slow as a snail in answering sometimes. Take it from someone who wrote 286k and counting about one pairing - i have NO GROUND at all to say someone writes too much XD)

Thanks for the reaching out and making my day. Hope I will see you on the new fics! =D

[calciumcryptid]

A, N, S

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I adore VegasPete with all my heart. They are truly a ship written for me, and me only, with how much I adore them. There is something so special to me about Freak4Freak relationships, particularly when those freaks have the same flavor of trauma and take it out on each other. I will die on the hill VegasPete is dark romance done right, and I am forever sad I'll never get VegasPete the Series.

However, I have an immense soft spot for the PetePorsche friendship. It is so messy and nuanced, just so good.

Finally, I have become very fond of KinnBigPorsche. I wish there were more fanfictions for it because it is another ship where the dynamics are delicious every which way. Plus, there are so many jokes to make about Kinn constantly violating mafia human resources.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

In the KinnPorsche the Series fandom, I would love to see more people understand Porsche and Pete are separate characters. There is a tendency for fans to believe Porsche and Pete are cut from the same cloth, and its simply not true. They are different people with different desires and different histories. Plus, the fandom can't even get Porsche right, so they definitely can't get Pete right.

In the same fandom, I would love to see people let the characters keep more nuance especially in their conflicts. I feel like modern fandom has this thing where if they side with a character in a conflict then it means their character is one hundred percent in the right and the other side is one hundred percent evil. While fandom shouldn't do this with any fandom, they certainly shouldn't do it with a series rich with nuance like KinnPorsche the Series.

For the third one, I would love more stone-faced and unmasked Pete. I hate when I read post-canon fan fictions and Pete is smiling all the time. No, just no. He is with Vegas, he is comfortable letting his mask slip and there is nothing but his feral self underneath. He should be stone-faced with Vegas, with genuine smiles slipping out when he eats Vegas' food or engaging with Macau. Let him feel comfortable enough with someone to not smile 24/7.

I know it said three things, but as quick bonus one, Love in the Air fans need to actually watch KinnPorsche the Series and read metas on the characters before they write their crossovers. Stop making Porsche and Pete fifties Americana housewives, they are trained bodyguards with blood on their hands. I am beating you to death with hammers.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Pete is a lot more stone-faced post-canon, which throws everyone for a loop. He smiles, but he only really genuinely smiles with Vegas, Macau, and maybe Porsche. It leads to people leaving meetings believing Pete doesn't like them, but someone tells them if Pete is stone-faced that means he likes them.

Pete is super into fashion, in a way no one expected. He was the head bodyguard for Tankhun for years, and as a byproduct he has picked fashion up as an interest. He will spout knowledge off at random times, and it leads to a running gag in the criminal underworld where no matter the event VegasPete will out-dress everyone around them (even KinnPorsche).

VegasPete end up having a big family. They are the only ones who get a child canonically and that says something about them and their parenting. Now, the child is going to come out fucked, but definitely less fucked then you'd expect.

On the flipside, KinnPorsche aren't really good parents. They do their best, but there is an air of they didn't want kids but were expected to since Kinn is the main heir.

Porsche, Pete, and Porchay have a tendency to pick up strays, where they play mysterious benefactor to random people in alarming and stressful situations.

Pete was awful as a young bodyguard, like a feral wolf pup taken indoors they kept trying to domesticate, but since the other bodyguards weren't around during this era they don't know.

Pete is older than Vegas.

[kodokberjamur]

Im so glad I can open your eyes to new Jade ships 😔😔😔 he’s just so banger I fear …

Being a multi shipper means more fanfics and all that but it starts to suck when it’s a complete rare pair and they are very little fics about them (I think I only read two good good jadevil fics 😔😔😔)

ROOKFLO 😭😭😭😭😭 I appreciate them greatly 😭😭😭 but Floyd ships just aren’t the easiest for me to fully get into (I prefer his brother LMAO)- I think I prefer florid and floace over rookflo but I still like them 💔💔 (I’d love for more info on florook tho 👀👀 or any other potential floyd ship- I’m trying to broaden my horizons when it comes to Floyd and his love life LOL)

Rookjei is literally just freak4freak (like treyjade) but they are open freaks which makes it so silly to me 😭😭

and jeikali is literally all in my head LMAO I like to think that Azul made a silly deal with Jamil one day- like if Jamil comes to live with Octavinelle for a week- Jade will take his place in Scarabia for that time. Why jamil agreed to one of azul’s idea??? plot. And he needed a break from kalim LMAOO… and I think over that week- Jade did all that Jamil does + MORE (he was able to handle the high maintenance that is Azul, Floyd and VIL.. VIL!!.. so can definitely handle kalim) while also being incredibly sweet to kalim where Kalim starts to develops a crush on him. Jade never once acted like it was a “chore” doing all that he did for kalim and Jade is just a charming fella man.. who can resist his charm truly 🙄🙄

SORRY I YAP TOO MUCH- IMA SHUT UP NOW- GOODBYEEE

HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT ❤️❤️❤️

That's true.... We're multishippers, but at what cost...? ;-;

It's completely understandable, that's usually what happens when you have your own favourites!! I don't actually know a lot about RookFlo myself—I've only seen crumbs from Rook's ceremonial robes SR. But I just find them really cute!! Floyd is usually off-putting to others, but here he is, creeped out by Rook LMAO it's so funny that he has a more reasonable reaction to Rook compared to Jade, who only does his typical creepy laugh when he realizes that Rook has been watching him extremely closely...

AWWW KALIM DEVELOPING A CRUSH ON JADE IS ACTUALLY REALLY ADORABLE WHAT...... I LOVE IT I LOVE IT THAT'S SUPER ADORABLE. Jamil probably wouldn't trust Jade at all but then I remember this scene from the comic anthology (I forgot which one...) where Jade and Trey help Jamil cook, and he finds it surprisingly easier that way, and he gets to enjoy his beloved curry!! He has seen how competent Jade is, so maybe he'll—alright, I still can't see him trusting Jade enough that he'd leave him alone with Kalim, but who cares about that??? What matters is that you have fun and genuinely enjoy your headcanons <33333

Kalim viewing Jade as this charming gentleman... Jade has the power to charm literally anyone he comes across... If only he cared more about that (dude has no problem with acting creepy); he would be a dangerously unstoppable force...

AND PLEASE DON'T APOLOGIZE ABOUT YAPPING, you can yap as much as you want and I'll enjoy every moment of it JSJDJSJDK I love learning all about the ideas that you have!!! Thank you so much for opening my eyes (AGAIN!) <33333

[p1ckthep01son]

why are gabe and william so not normal about each other like i understand because if i was in either of their bodies and saw the other one it would be on sight but. who was letting them call each other papi and make weird tweets about each other and why did gabe say "ass looks great william" just barely within register of the camera's mic in a guy ripley video and why did gabe call william his "little snuggle buddy" on livejournal and why did william say gabe was "one of the only people he could trust" and why did gabe say he loved william's "pale hairless body" and why did william go through a phase where he would sporadically post photos of himself and gabe on instagram and caption them things like "still shipping" and just straight up using the #gabilliam why did william say that people who thought gabilliam was real were "dreaming, but it's a nice dream" genuinely what the fuck is wrong with the two of them. i love their love so much