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birthday cookie! (cake later!)
Apologies for my lengthy silence! I have been working on many a thing, albeit slowly! One of which is the annual birthday fic for you-know-who. I'd say HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY except I sent this to her on time! This Dreamwidth post is just a bonus!
(Okay it isn't the whole thing yet even thought it's done but I still need to format it for posting but if you can't wait to find out what happens maybe rb will tell you nicely if you sign up for her Patreon or buy her a Ko-Fi or something)
(also this is a v small snippet b/c honestly the sfw part is uhhhhh not a lot lol)
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She jerked her phone away from them, holding it out as far as she could reach. “Nope. I’ve fucked enough of my search history today. No, thank you.” It slipped from her hands and dropped onto the floor. “Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Butch had wrapped his arm around her torso and pulled her closer. She let him, albeit with a twisty frowny face. The next time he spoke, his voice was a little lower, a little raspier. “So how do you wanna celebrate?”
The soft growl in her ear melted her expression a bit. “You wanna do something different?”
“I wanna do whatever you wanna do.” He paused. “I mean, a fuck wouldn’t be bad. We haven’t today.”
It was true. Today they were behind schedule. Since getting together they’d been making up for a lot of lost time.
“Do you think normal people fuck every day?” he asked.
“Maybe? Some must. Not everyone, probably.” She turned towards him so they were face-to-face on the couch, noses almost touching. “Do you wanna do something different?”
He jostled them both as he shrugged. “I guess I don’t really think about it? I just. In the moment I’m thinking, ‘What’s gonna make Buttercup feel good right now?’ And then I do that, and if you like it, I keep doing it.”
Her chest twisted a little and she wiggled closer. “Gross. Sweet and gross.”
“That should be our slogan,” he murmured, fingers at the waist of her pants and fiddling with the fly. In response she brushed her knuckles along the middle of his chest, following an invisible line down.
“What do you think my favorite sex thing is?” she asked, pulling at the hem of his shirt a bit.
A sly little smirk appeared as he wrested the top button of her pants open.
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(This one isn't up yet, but reminder that if you want to access any of the spicy stuff, read this plz)
AO3 | FFNet | AskFM | Ko-Fi
(Okay it isn't the whole thing yet even thought it's done but I still need to format it for posting but if you can't wait to find out what happens maybe rb will tell you nicely if you sign up for her Patreon or buy her a Ko-Fi or something)
(also this is a v small snippet b/c honestly the sfw part is uhhhhh not a lot lol)
--
She jerked her phone away from them, holding it out as far as she could reach. “Nope. I’ve fucked enough of my search history today. No, thank you.” It slipped from her hands and dropped onto the floor. “Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Butch had wrapped his arm around her torso and pulled her closer. She let him, albeit with a twisty frowny face. The next time he spoke, his voice was a little lower, a little raspier. “So how do you wanna celebrate?”
The soft growl in her ear melted her expression a bit. “You wanna do something different?”
“I wanna do whatever you wanna do.” He paused. “I mean, a fuck wouldn’t be bad. We haven’t today.”
It was true. Today they were behind schedule. Since getting together they’d been making up for a lot of lost time.
“Do you think normal people fuck every day?” he asked.
“Maybe? Some must. Not everyone, probably.” She turned towards him so they were face-to-face on the couch, noses almost touching. “Do you wanna do something different?”
He jostled them both as he shrugged. “I guess I don’t really think about it? I just. In the moment I’m thinking, ‘What’s gonna make Buttercup feel good right now?’ And then I do that, and if you like it, I keep doing it.”
Her chest twisted a little and she wiggled closer. “Gross. Sweet and gross.”
“That should be our slogan,” he murmured, fingers at the waist of her pants and fiddling with the fly. In response she brushed her knuckles along the middle of his chest, following an invisible line down.
“What do you think my favorite sex thing is?” she asked, pulling at the hem of his shirt a bit.
A sly little smirk appeared as he wrested the top button of her pants open.
--
(This one isn't up yet, but reminder that if you want to access any of the spicy stuff, read this plz)
AO3 | FFNet | AskFM | Ko-Fi