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Suggestive language suggested.
This came about after reading some Franken Fran (warning: horror/black comedy series to be avoided by anyone with severe Body Horror squicks), oddly. But hey, you guys know me and subversions.
Another warning for the kids out there. While not explicit, this is pretty suggestive.
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Butch's body is hard against hers and she's having difficulty breathing. She feels a trickle of wet and swipes at it, examines her hand. Confirms it's blood.
He bucks against her, groaning, and Buttercup grits her teeth.
"Does it hurt?"
He hisses a breath, and she grabs him by the hair and pulls.
"I said, does it hurt?"
"A little," he exhales, his head tipping back against the bloodied concrete. He sneers past her, his green eyes bright and staring at the clouds. "But don't stop."
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Another warning for the kids out there. While not explicit, this is pretty suggestive.
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Butch's body is hard against hers and she's having difficulty breathing. She feels a trickle of wet and swipes at it, examines her hand. Confirms it's blood.
He bucks against her, groaning, and Buttercup grits her teeth.
"Does it hurt?"
He hisses a breath, and she grabs him by the hair and pulls.
"I said, does it hurt?"
"A little," he exhales, his head tipping back against the bloodied concrete. He sneers past her, his green eyes bright and staring at the clouds. "But don't stop."
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