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Monthly word count - october
TOTAL: 2 804
... wow.
POSTED
IN PROGRESS
-ichigo/grimm&fraccion ABO (220 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 584 words)
upside, i managed to plot out more of the madatobiizu ABO, so it's not gonna stay stuck the second i figure out how it starts.
downside, i just. can't make myself sit down and write. it seems unless somebody's sitting on me and reminding me every other second that they're waiting for more then it just doesn't happen. and since i don't wanna spam people i've been offering less and less! and i've just not even wanted to get on the computer at all recently. it's annoying as fuck that i'm so out of touch with my highs and lows because the big symptom is being more "meh, who cares" than usual. ugh. UGH.
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grimmichi ABO (mostly snippets here and there)
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He almost takes an arrow to the face. Black Zangetsu uses the distraction to zip off to the other end of the cliff, proving he can haul ass when he feels inclined.
Around and around the gulley they go, dodging and slashing. He doesn't use his arrows again, but Grimmjow isn't too annoyed. He saw what they did to Mayuri and he's -- he's so hot he's dizzy with it, cunt pulsing all the way through his hips; his legs wobble the one time and Zangetsu notices. Fucking embarrassing.
But then he slows down, like he's *taking pity*, so Grimmjow goes for it.
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bleach suburban ot4
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Problem number two is the way something in his guts jumps to attention every time one of their guests pretends to flirt, as a joke, because it's *so unlikely* it's *funny,* Kurosaki, get your mind out of the fucking gutter. He already knew they were -- visually appealing. But he's never been the kind to make a move on someone based on nothing but a pretty face.
But he knows them now.
"What would your husband say if he saw us like this," Grimmjow intones as he helps Orihime get a bowl down from the highest shelf, lips quirked up in fond mockery. Orihime giggles.
He's looking down at her and his voice isn't pitched to make extra-sure Ichigo knows he's the butt of the joke. It's Orihime he's teasing, not her husband. It feels...
Ichigo doesn't have a cuckolding kink, he reminds himself firmly.
... He doesn't think he does, but he doesn't know what else to call it.
"Himeeee the zipper got stuck!"
Nelliel makes her way down the stairs in one of Orihime's old maternity dresses. It's a calf-length, pleated thing in lavender and pink and it should clash with her teal hair, but -- yeah, it looks good.
Orihime rushes over to fiddle with the back of her dress. Ichigo pretends he's not watching, pretends he's not stupidly disappointed when she only lowers the zipper a couple inches and the dress stays right where it is, draped demurely on Nel's shoulders, cupping her breasts with loving bustier-like support, and right underneath flaring out in long pleats over her belly.
"Mm, you're really good at getting me out of my clothes," Nel snickers.
"You look so much prettier without them!" Orihime manages somehow to reply, eyelashes demurely lowered and blushing so hard her neck flushes too.
Ichigo *doesn't have a cuckolding kink.* Nope. Nopenopenope.
... wow.
POSTED
IN PROGRESS
-ichigo/grimm&fraccion ABO (220 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 584 words)
upside, i managed to plot out more of the madatobiizu ABO, so it's not gonna stay stuck the second i figure out how it starts.
downside, i just. can't make myself sit down and write. it seems unless somebody's sitting on me and reminding me every other second that they're waiting for more then it just doesn't happen. and since i don't wanna spam people i've been offering less and less! and i've just not even wanted to get on the computer at all recently. it's annoying as fuck that i'm so out of touch with my highs and lows because the big symptom is being more "meh, who cares" than usual. ugh. UGH.
--
grimmichi ABO (mostly snippets here and there)
--
He almost takes an arrow to the face. Black Zangetsu uses the distraction to zip off to the other end of the cliff, proving he can haul ass when he feels inclined.
Around and around the gulley they go, dodging and slashing. He doesn't use his arrows again, but Grimmjow isn't too annoyed. He saw what they did to Mayuri and he's -- he's so hot he's dizzy with it, cunt pulsing all the way through his hips; his legs wobble the one time and Zangetsu notices. Fucking embarrassing.
But then he slows down, like he's *taking pity*, so Grimmjow goes for it.
--
bleach suburban ot4
--
Problem number two is the way something in his guts jumps to attention every time one of their guests pretends to flirt, as a joke, because it's *so unlikely* it's *funny,* Kurosaki, get your mind out of the fucking gutter. He already knew they were -- visually appealing. But he's never been the kind to make a move on someone based on nothing but a pretty face.
But he knows them now.
"What would your husband say if he saw us like this," Grimmjow intones as he helps Orihime get a bowl down from the highest shelf, lips quirked up in fond mockery. Orihime giggles.
He's looking down at her and his voice isn't pitched to make extra-sure Ichigo knows he's the butt of the joke. It's Orihime he's teasing, not her husband. It feels...
Ichigo doesn't have a cuckolding kink, he reminds himself firmly.
... He doesn't think he does, but he doesn't know what else to call it.
"Himeeee the zipper got stuck!"
Nelliel makes her way down the stairs in one of Orihime's old maternity dresses. It's a calf-length, pleated thing in lavender and pink and it should clash with her teal hair, but -- yeah, it looks good.
Orihime rushes over to fiddle with the back of her dress. Ichigo pretends he's not watching, pretends he's not stupidly disappointed when she only lowers the zipper a couple inches and the dress stays right where it is, draped demurely on Nel's shoulders, cupping her breasts with loving bustier-like support, and right underneath flaring out in long pleats over her belly.
"Mm, you're really good at getting me out of my clothes," Nel snickers.
"You look so much prettier without them!" Orihime manages somehow to reply, eyelashes demurely lowered and blushing so hard her neck flushes too.
Ichigo *doesn't have a cuckolding kink.* Nope. Nopenopenope.