#thefreak

the dialogue of a movie plays in the background. the scene before you is at the peak in its plot, some action movie with loud noises eddie put on after you had shared takeout together. the volume of the tv did nothing to drown out the slow, sloppy, messy, and desperate kisses. his now swollen lips had been tending to you for the entire second half of the movie. “so messy f’me”, he’d whisper between the booms of the explosions and the swaps of spit.

earlier in the evening you were both on the couch facing the screen until eddie distracted you. he had innocently wrapped his arm around you and thrown a blanket over his legs to get comfortable. as he cocooned into himself he brought you in closer to his side so he could adjust you. eddie moved your legs over his under the blanket, and burrowed his chin and nose into the nape of your neck. you hummed sleepily at his warm gesture. “so soft..” he’d sigh. his breath tickling you.

then he was being not so bashful. he danced the bridge of his nose on your soft throat till you were squirming in his lap, and with wandering lips he slowly left featherlight kisses down your neck and then back up. when you released a soft sigh and relaxed in eddie’s arms his tongue flattened out from between his lips and began painting you with his mark. his saliva dripping down, down, down till he was lapping it up. eddie would repeat this, over and over till your shirt collar was wet with evidence of his need to savor you.

the cold air when he would pull away every so often caused you to tense up. he could feel the chills spreading over your arms as your thighs clenched in his lap. eddie loved having the power over you and when he dove back in he would sloppily nip your neck with his canines then soothe you with his warm tongue. granting you relief with his hot body. it was a large contrast of the hot and cold, pain and pleasure. a whisper of —“did you like that, baby?”, dying on his tongue and muffled by your skin. when you would whimper he would breathe harder. shielding his groans that were escaping him. eddie trying and failing to hide the fact that he was enjoying this more than you.

after your neck was sure to be bruised and pink with lovebites. he pulled away again. he grabbed you by the throat softly and pinched your cheeks. he popped a kiss onto your pinched lips that made a smack sound. your neck was wet and his eyes were wide. you looked so pretty under him while your loose baby hairs stuck to your now sticky throat. the image in front of him just increased his hunger. after the sweet gesture of the previously innocent kiss, the boy turned your face and licked up your cheek. he was slow and articulate. you could tell he was wanting to taste you, really taste you.

he reached the top of your cheekbone when you tried moving away from his gross behavior. the grip on your neck tightened. his eyes bored into yours forcing you to freeze. “be still. not done with you yet”. he growled at you, eddie pried open your mouth with his long fingers. “get my fingers nice and wet for me, yeah?” he asked but he didn’t need your permission. his pointer and middle finger pushed onto your tongue abruptly causing you to gag. you produced more spit. he pulled his fingers out and let the bodily fluid drip down your chin.

“oh.. fuck” he paused, “you’re such a tease”. he watched you perform for him. your pink muscle moving in circles around him and flicking over his fingertips before letting the drool fall out of your mouth and down your chin. the principal of it was disgusting, but eddie liked disgusting, and he loved you. he moved his fingers away from your mouth and into his own. he made a show of sticking out his tongue and catching the string of spit that sat between his fingers that were shaped in a v in front of you. you moaned for him. he grunted.

“open that pretty mouth for me again, sweetheart”, he almost begged. you obeyed him with mercy, unsure what was going to come next. “stick out your tongue… yeah, baby.. just like that, pretty girl”. eddie praised you briefly. your lips were swollen, drool continued to drip down your face and your throat was wide. “c’mere”.

eddie moved you so your mouth was below his. he closed his mouth and you watched as his throat gathered his own spit into a pool on his tongue. he opened his jaw slowly and held you exactly where he needed you. he hummed in satisfaction when you stayed put, watching him with big doe eyes. his glob of saliva he had produced fell on your pink muscle and he watched with admiration as you swallowed. the boy above you groaned.

the credits of the movie were rolling as he roughly grabbed you and forced you onto your knees in front of him on the couch. the blanket long gone because both of you were so hot. eddie pulled you up off the floor for a moment. another messy and grueling kiss hit you. he didn’t care that his tongue was barely in your mouth and that yours was all over his lips and cheeks. all eddie cared about was having you be dirty for him. only him. a string of spit connected your lips. eddie sucked it up, and you crouched back down on your knees.

the vhs tape clicked off and the blue screen of the tv illuminated his frame as he ripped off his shit shirt and struggled with his belt.

“be good and put that dirty mouth on me. need to feel how wet your pretty throat is, baby.” he moaned for you as you listened to his belt click off. he pulled the denim of his jeans down with his boxers. his hard leaking cock jumped out and he wrapped his large palm around the base. you drooled at the sight.

I turned one of the drafts for Kengan Omega into pixel art so I can make it in WPlace and Minecraft :]

Original picture below the cut (if I figure out how to create one)

Freakytits!period drama au.

Joan Ferguson inherits her father's estate (an oddity to be sure but undisputed as it was in his will) and along with it everyone who has been working/living there thus far. She isn't quite into the idea of settling down there, having spent most of her forty years of life traveling the world, but she knows she must at least make an apperance and sort out the estate's affairs before resuming her normal lifestyle. It could even be in her best interest to fire most of the staff, sell most of the estate, land and any personal belongings of her father's to fund her own travels. What does a spinster need with so much anyways?

The head of housekeeping, Ms. Bennett, captures Joan's attention immediately and she can't help but be drawn to this bashfully naive and wide eyed maid. Vera Bennett took up work five years prior and through her good manners, work ethic and the death of the former head of housekeeping, she was promoted to head housekeeper. At what would be considered a young age for such a role, being only twenty seven.

Vera is just as drawn to Joan, but more confused than anything why the new head of house has any interest in her at all. What could she want? Why did someone as worldly and learned as Joan want to extend friendship to a maid? Oh and the feelings she's been having! How confusing and alluring of a woman Joan is... dressed in men's clothes while roaming the house, only wearing a proper woman's attire in the company of visitors or when visiting neighbors or parties.

The feelings intensify and Joan can't help herself when she sees a tentative interest returned... perhaps she could settle down here. As her long time friend Anne Lister did with her lover, Anne's sentiment of "I should have a wife!" Ringing in her ears. She needs to be careful though, not everyone is willing to keep a secret and not everyone is happy she is back.