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scubatankfilledwithfartsNotes: Once upon a time Badou was straight in another universe on tumblr. I'm about as baffled as you are. But she was totes his type (read as: she kicked his ass).
They meet again after what feels like centuries later, in a dank, dark, damp, [pahaha, triple d’s, for once, not that either of them minded much, what, with Badou‘s fumbling hands] and gritty warehouse of all places during the usual Fuck Up and Get In Deep Shit dance Badou’s been doing for as long as his eyes’ been gone. He was tied to a chair with little possibility of escape unless his albino fuckwad partner decided to bust in and save the damsel in distress, but alas, that wouldn’t be for a bit. So until then, Badou sat tight, literally, once again [he wondered what the fuck was up with these crime mafia bastards and their kinky bullshit putting his TOTALLY NOT GODDAMN TRUE infamy to shame] beaten to a bloody pulp, cigarette-less, and weaponless. He sighed and hummed under his breath, his foot jiggling in boredom. “The least they coulda done was leave me a magazine ‘er somethin’. Inconsiderate dick cheeses.”
“Awww, is poor Nico-babe getting’ abused again? Never could catch a break, huh.” Purred a familiar voice, jolting him from his reprieve. His head whipped up so fast he was nearly in danger of whiplash, eye widening in disbelief. “…..Kokonoe….” his gaze suddenly hardened, lone lips dipping into a severe frown.
“Haa-haaaah, this ain’t fuckin’ f-funny you pieces of shit. Whatever hallucination shit you drugged me with better wear off in about ten seconds or I’mma kick some heads in,” he snarled, now struggling with his bonds furiously, mind racing, where the fuck was Heine to bail his ass out when he needed him.
The woman with his lovers face and twitching ears and swishing tails stopped in front of him, giving an idle lick to the candy protruding from her pouty mouth, and cocked an eyebrow. “Drugs? What kind of twisted rebellious shit have you been getting into since we last saw each other, idiot.” But it was a fond reprimand, swimming with warmth. “Thought we agreed not to do anything dumb like this.”
Badou shook his head, thin lipped, wanting to close his eye against this fake, but somehow couldn’t bare to look away, knowing her image would only be burned across his retina. “I ain’t….I ain’t falling for this bullshit. You ain’t real. Nope. Nu uh. I’d love to, reaaaaallly I would, to enjoy this, but ya see, I can’t, cuz then I’d probably swallow sadness (like a boss).”
The pink eyebrow rose higher. “I’m not a hallucination, Badou. Though I guess I’m flattered you’re thinking of me so much….” her lips quirked into a grin as she cupped his face, tracing her thumb against a few freckles marred by a blooming yellow bruise [you’d think someone would find some bruise colors for the fashionable and carrot topped, but alas]. “I’m real. Forrealsies.” Her fingers shook.
Badou bit his already split lip so hard it sprouted blood a-new and shook his head again, trying, and failing, not to look at her. “Prove it. Prove it ain’t gonna end just like all these other times. Cuz I’mma feel even dumber than the time I used your bra as a weapon, only to get hit in the eye.”
Kokonoe’s glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, a scoff escaping her lips to puff a few strands of pink hair from her now rolling eyes to match her exasperated look. “You have a patch of freckles on your ass that almost looks like a four leaf clover.”
They regarded each other in silence, until.
“Hi, Kokonoe,” Badou sobbed, his voice breaking with the burden of a thousand words he wanted to say.
“Hi, Nico-baby,” Kokonoe returned, a wry smile stretched across her lip to compliment the Not Tears clinging to her eyelashes.
But Badou was one step ahead of her, sputtering and flailing [or at least as much flailing as his bound form could do, which would probably end up tipping the chair if he continued rocking in it, predictable behavior right under ‘cry like a bitch‘]
“B-but how…..wh-…..you…..” He eventually wrestled the words onto his tongue, his gaze searching hers. His eye narrowed. “Wait a minute, I’ve mooned plenty of fuckers in my day, you co-”
“Shut the fuck up, already, big mouth,” She snapped, yanking him closer by his greasy ass hair, closing the gap between them to crush her lips to his, effectively shutting him up in the only way possible. [Aside from eating or…..actually that’s basically it]
When they parted, it was only for Badou to chortle against her mouth, eye drawn to hers. “Alright, okay, the lack of sand paper pussy tongue synched it.” He got a cuff to the head in rebuttal, though it was worth it for the delicate blush staining Kokonoe’s cheeks.
“S-so anyway…I’ll tell you about it later using small words, if you really want. But for now, we have to get your scrawny ass out of here.” She reluctantly removed herself from him with one last lick across the crusted blood on his lips and sighed, scratching at one fuzzy ear.
“An sock puppets too?” Badou quipped, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pffft, sure, babe, whatever you want.” She replied, rolling her eyes with a fondness she hadn’t felt in ages. She then crouched down, much to Badou’s chagrin and surprised ‘h-h-hey now ain’t the time to lick it like a lollipop’.
“Oh babe, never change. I’m getting your shitty swiss army knife. I know it’s in your sock.” And to further demonstrate, she proceeded to tug up his pant leg, revealing stubbly crimson leg hair and the top of one bright yellow sock.
A pause.
“I’m not even going to entertain the thought of you having matching socks,” Kokonoe deadpanned with a snort, snatching the pocket knife from aforementioned sock and going to work at the ropes biding her lover, lips pursed in concentration.
“H-hey, the other one is missing an needed a companion to soothe his woes, jeeeeeez….plus it ain’t laundry day fer another couple of days,” was the grumbled excuse.
“Right….did this hole-y faded red sock find another companion to soothe his woes too?” Kokonoe mumbled, keeping her eyes determinedly on the task at hand, just a little more and the fire crotch would be free to tear ass out of there with her and see to more pressing matters, like their heartwarming reunion.
Badou stiffened, eye wide. “Wha…? Fuck no! Like some random bitch’ll be able to handle all this,” he broke off and made a vague -what he thinks is sexy- wiggle in his chair, the ropes slackening with every cut Kokonoe delivered. “Sides, I’d never be able to forget you….o-or something faggy like that.” He cleared his throat and glanced away.
He finished his little tirade just as Kokonoe had severed the last length of rope, releasing Badou from his kinky fate. He shrugged off the ropes, flexed his fingers and toes, just in case, burped, and then regarded Kokonoe’s silent form.
“S-so uh….what about this pink kitty print sock? She got any tom cats following her around? I hear they piss on everything.” He mumbled sulkily.
But before he could continue his bitching, Kokonoe launched herself into his arms, hissing, “Don’t be an idiot!” and thus knocked them onto the floor, just as predicted, where they landed in a heap of tangled limbs and red and pink.
“Too bad kitty print an hole-y red don’t exactly match, eh?” Badou rumbled from below her, arms wrapping around her waist just where they belonged once again, that familiar curve of her back and warmth. It felt right.
Kokonoe slid her arms around his neck and chuckled, eyelids drooping as she grazed his lip with her teeth. “It’s a good thing I never was a fashion conscious dick cheese, huh?”
“I dunno, them apple ass accentuatin’ pants sure speak wonders. An yer……yer sure I ain’t gonna wake up with a hangover an you’ll be….gone?” Badou managed to ask without his voice trembling too much.
“I’ll still be here. I promise.” Kokonoe murmured, nuzzling her forehead to his. “Besides….we still need to have that heartwarming reunion, don’t we?”
“It’s a date,” Badou replied, and they sealed the deal with another hungry kiss, the first spark of fireworks across their senses.
They meet again after what feels like centuries later, in a dank, dark, damp, [pahaha, triple d’s, for once, not that either of them minded much, what, with Badou‘s fumbling hands] and gritty warehouse of all places during the usual Fuck Up and Get In Deep Shit dance Badou’s been doing for as long as his eyes’ been gone. He was tied to a chair with little possibility of escape unless his albino fuckwad partner decided to bust in and save the damsel in distress, but alas, that wouldn’t be for a bit. So until then, Badou sat tight, literally, once again [he wondered what the fuck was up with these crime mafia bastards and their kinky bullshit putting his TOTALLY NOT GODDAMN TRUE infamy to shame] beaten to a bloody pulp, cigarette-less, and weaponless. He sighed and hummed under his breath, his foot jiggling in boredom. “The least they coulda done was leave me a magazine ‘er somethin’. Inconsiderate dick cheeses.”
“Awww, is poor Nico-babe getting’ abused again? Never could catch a break, huh.” Purred a familiar voice, jolting him from his reprieve. His head whipped up so fast he was nearly in danger of whiplash, eye widening in disbelief. “…..Kokonoe….” his gaze suddenly hardened, lone lips dipping into a severe frown.
“Haa-haaaah, this ain’t fuckin’ f-funny you pieces of shit. Whatever hallucination shit you drugged me with better wear off in about ten seconds or I’mma kick some heads in,” he snarled, now struggling with his bonds furiously, mind racing, where the fuck was Heine to bail his ass out when he needed him.
The woman with his lovers face and twitching ears and swishing tails stopped in front of him, giving an idle lick to the candy protruding from her pouty mouth, and cocked an eyebrow. “Drugs? What kind of twisted rebellious shit have you been getting into since we last saw each other, idiot.” But it was a fond reprimand, swimming with warmth. “Thought we agreed not to do anything dumb like this.”
Badou shook his head, thin lipped, wanting to close his eye against this fake, but somehow couldn’t bare to look away, knowing her image would only be burned across his retina. “I ain’t….I ain’t falling for this bullshit. You ain’t real. Nope. Nu uh. I’d love to, reaaaaallly I would, to enjoy this, but ya see, I can’t, cuz then I’d probably swallow sadness (like a boss).”
The pink eyebrow rose higher. “I’m not a hallucination, Badou. Though I guess I’m flattered you’re thinking of me so much….” her lips quirked into a grin as she cupped his face, tracing her thumb against a few freckles marred by a blooming yellow bruise [you’d think someone would find some bruise colors for the fashionable and carrot topped, but alas]. “I’m real. Forrealsies.” Her fingers shook.
Badou bit his already split lip so hard it sprouted blood a-new and shook his head again, trying, and failing, not to look at her. “Prove it. Prove it ain’t gonna end just like all these other times. Cuz I’mma feel even dumber than the time I used your bra as a weapon, only to get hit in the eye.”
Kokonoe’s glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, a scoff escaping her lips to puff a few strands of pink hair from her now rolling eyes to match her exasperated look. “You have a patch of freckles on your ass that almost looks like a four leaf clover.”
They regarded each other in silence, until.
“Hi, Kokonoe,” Badou sobbed, his voice breaking with the burden of a thousand words he wanted to say.
“Hi, Nico-baby,” Kokonoe returned, a wry smile stretched across her lip to compliment the Not Tears clinging to her eyelashes.
But Badou was one step ahead of her, sputtering and flailing [or at least as much flailing as his bound form could do, which would probably end up tipping the chair if he continued rocking in it, predictable behavior right under ‘cry like a bitch‘]
“B-but how…..wh-…..you…..” He eventually wrestled the words onto his tongue, his gaze searching hers. His eye narrowed. “Wait a minute, I’ve mooned plenty of fuckers in my day, you co-”
“Shut the fuck up, already, big mouth,” She snapped, yanking him closer by his greasy ass hair, closing the gap between them to crush her lips to his, effectively shutting him up in the only way possible. [Aside from eating or…..actually that’s basically it]
When they parted, it was only for Badou to chortle against her mouth, eye drawn to hers. “Alright, okay, the lack of sand paper pussy tongue synched it.” He got a cuff to the head in rebuttal, though it was worth it for the delicate blush staining Kokonoe’s cheeks.
“S-so anyway…I’ll tell you about it later using small words, if you really want. But for now, we have to get your scrawny ass out of here.” She reluctantly removed herself from him with one last lick across the crusted blood on his lips and sighed, scratching at one fuzzy ear.
“An sock puppets too?” Badou quipped, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pffft, sure, babe, whatever you want.” She replied, rolling her eyes with a fondness she hadn’t felt in ages. She then crouched down, much to Badou’s chagrin and surprised ‘h-h-hey now ain’t the time to lick it like a lollipop’.
“Oh babe, never change. I’m getting your shitty swiss army knife. I know it’s in your sock.” And to further demonstrate, she proceeded to tug up his pant leg, revealing stubbly crimson leg hair and the top of one bright yellow sock.
A pause.
“I’m not even going to entertain the thought of you having matching socks,” Kokonoe deadpanned with a snort, snatching the pocket knife from aforementioned sock and going to work at the ropes biding her lover, lips pursed in concentration.
“H-hey, the other one is missing an needed a companion to soothe his woes, jeeeeeez….plus it ain’t laundry day fer another couple of days,” was the grumbled excuse.
“Right….did this hole-y faded red sock find another companion to soothe his woes too?” Kokonoe mumbled, keeping her eyes determinedly on the task at hand, just a little more and the fire crotch would be free to tear ass out of there with her and see to more pressing matters, like their heartwarming reunion.
Badou stiffened, eye wide. “Wha…? Fuck no! Like some random bitch’ll be able to handle all this,” he broke off and made a vague -what he thinks is sexy- wiggle in his chair, the ropes slackening with every cut Kokonoe delivered. “Sides, I’d never be able to forget you….o-or something faggy like that.” He cleared his throat and glanced away.
He finished his little tirade just as Kokonoe had severed the last length of rope, releasing Badou from his kinky fate. He shrugged off the ropes, flexed his fingers and toes, just in case, burped, and then regarded Kokonoe’s silent form.
“S-so uh….what about this pink kitty print sock? She got any tom cats following her around? I hear they piss on everything.” He mumbled sulkily.
But before he could continue his bitching, Kokonoe launched herself into his arms, hissing, “Don’t be an idiot!” and thus knocked them onto the floor, just as predicted, where they landed in a heap of tangled limbs and red and pink.
“Too bad kitty print an hole-y red don’t exactly match, eh?” Badou rumbled from below her, arms wrapping around her waist just where they belonged once again, that familiar curve of her back and warmth. It felt right.
Kokonoe slid her arms around his neck and chuckled, eyelids drooping as she grazed his lip with her teeth. “It’s a good thing I never was a fashion conscious dick cheese, huh?”
“I dunno, them apple ass accentuatin’ pants sure speak wonders. An yer……yer sure I ain’t gonna wake up with a hangover an you’ll be….gone?” Badou managed to ask without his voice trembling too much.
“I’ll still be here. I promise.” Kokonoe murmured, nuzzling her forehead to his. “Besides….we still need to have that heartwarming reunion, don’t we?”
“It’s a date,” Badou replied, and they sealed the deal with another hungry kiss, the first spark of fireworks across their senses.
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