Monthly word count - september
TOTAL: 2 356
:( jeeeesus.
POSTED: nada.
WIP
-Grimmichi daemon AU: the one with the fullbringers (1 234 words)
-Bloodsport (55... words...)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime: Oxytocin chapter 4 (1 058 words, many of which i might not keep in the end. ugh.)
on the upside i did a lot of plotting and cleaning up messy dumping grounds of ideas. so. not all bad. but jesus i need to carve up some me time in my new routine already.
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"What."
"You're a dumb sack of shit, but good job on not lying to yourself any longer," Leucanthe retorts, teeth bared. Grimmjow kicks his heel back into her flank; then she bites into his calf, more crushing with her molars than piercing, which, good, because they don't have other pants in their fucking briefcase.
Then the phone pings. They both pause, her drool still sinking through his pants leg.
Ichigo:
This is the most boring math lesson in the history of math lessons
A brief pause.
Ichigo:
Send me a dick pic
Grimmjow blinks slowly.
Ichigo:
DONT SEND ME A DICK PIC
He pecks the tiny keys slowly, a smile growing on his face.
Grimmjow:
tell asano ill show it to him in person
Leucanthe sits up under his leg, pushing it into his chest; he tilts the screen for her and ignores the way the cloth protests. They both cackle.
Ichigo:
Ok on one hand kinda glad you could tell it wasn't me!
On the other hand NO.
--
"Get your fucking dick out," he hissed, breaking away from his mouth with a snake-fast, punitive bite, fingers twisting in messy orange hair. "Your dick, Kurosaki, you planning to fuck me with your horns?" He wedged his knee awkwardly between them to make space, shoved a hand awkwardly down, claws screeching uselessly against protective plate.
--
Orihime was still smiling like a painted doll at her neighbor when an arm shot over her shoulder and slammed the door closed under her nose. Blinking, she stared at those spread fingers on the wood for a second -- then swayed as suddenly Grimmjow was slumping hard against her back, bowing her forward until she had to brace against the door herself. She almost hit her forehead.
"...Um." She glanced to the side, eyes a little wide; found Kurosaki-kun already reaching out, looking all --
She hissed, "No!", batting at the air between them with one hand, turning as much as she could to take the man's weight on her side.
"Why, I never--"
"Wow! That was a nasty gust of wind!" she called in a cheerful voice through the door, hurrying to slide an arm around Grimmjow before he could fall. "I don't have any sugar left, all my apologies!"
God he was heavy. He was... She wished she could let Kurosaki-kun handle him.
But Kurosaki-kun's face. Her throat was tight, watching that expression in usually warm brown eyes. She cleared it, put on another smile, made sure her fairies were still in position between them and the door, the neighbor she ought to protect, just in case she was wrong. "Are you okay, Grimmjow-san?"
"... Why were you letting that old hag make you feel like that," he said in a quiet, oddly intense tone. When she craned her neck he was staring right at her and he didn't look vague and approachable and soft; he looked sharp, jaw-clenchingly furious. "The fuck did she even say?"
Oh. Um.
"It doesn't matter," Kurosaki-kun said, uncomfortable, sword tip slowly drifting back to the floor. "She's just an annoying neighbor. It's not worth--"
"She thinks I'm a slut."
Grimmjow-san blinked his blue eyes like he couldn't even comprehend the word. Oh man, oh man she hoped she didn't need to explain it to him; her moment of frankness had gone already and she knew she would stammer herself into an early grave if he really didn't get it.
"... I don't even fucking know where to start with that. Even if you were fucking the whole town why would it be her business? You're not doing it in her bed."
Orihime couldn't keep herself from spluttering out a laugh.
"Or is she pissed you won't fuck her?"
Kurosaki-kun let out a groan that was almost more of a whimper. "Oh my god, stop."
:( jeeeesus.
POSTED: nada.
WIP
-Grimmichi daemon AU: the one with the fullbringers (1 234 words)
-Bloodsport (55... words...)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime: Oxytocin chapter 4 (1 058 words, many of which i might not keep in the end. ugh.)
on the upside i did a lot of plotting and cleaning up messy dumping grounds of ideas. so. not all bad. but jesus i need to carve up some me time in my new routine already.
--
"What."
"You're a dumb sack of shit, but good job on not lying to yourself any longer," Leucanthe retorts, teeth bared. Grimmjow kicks his heel back into her flank; then she bites into his calf, more crushing with her molars than piercing, which, good, because they don't have other pants in their fucking briefcase.
Then the phone pings. They both pause, her drool still sinking through his pants leg.
Ichigo:
This is the most boring math lesson in the history of math lessons
A brief pause.
Ichigo:
Send me a dick pic
Grimmjow blinks slowly.
Ichigo:
DONT SEND ME A DICK PIC
He pecks the tiny keys slowly, a smile growing on his face.
Grimmjow:
tell asano ill show it to him in person
Leucanthe sits up under his leg, pushing it into his chest; he tilts the screen for her and ignores the way the cloth protests. They both cackle.
Ichigo:
Ok on one hand kinda glad you could tell it wasn't me!
On the other hand NO.
--
"Get your fucking dick out," he hissed, breaking away from his mouth with a snake-fast, punitive bite, fingers twisting in messy orange hair. "Your dick, Kurosaki, you planning to fuck me with your horns?" He wedged his knee awkwardly between them to make space, shoved a hand awkwardly down, claws screeching uselessly against protective plate.
--
Orihime was still smiling like a painted doll at her neighbor when an arm shot over her shoulder and slammed the door closed under her nose. Blinking, she stared at those spread fingers on the wood for a second -- then swayed as suddenly Grimmjow was slumping hard against her back, bowing her forward until she had to brace against the door herself. She almost hit her forehead.
"...Um." She glanced to the side, eyes a little wide; found Kurosaki-kun already reaching out, looking all --
She hissed, "No!", batting at the air between them with one hand, turning as much as she could to take the man's weight on her side.
"Why, I never--"
"Wow! That was a nasty gust of wind!" she called in a cheerful voice through the door, hurrying to slide an arm around Grimmjow before he could fall. "I don't have any sugar left, all my apologies!"
God he was heavy. He was... She wished she could let Kurosaki-kun handle him.
But Kurosaki-kun's face. Her throat was tight, watching that expression in usually warm brown eyes. She cleared it, put on another smile, made sure her fairies were still in position between them and the door, the neighbor she ought to protect, just in case she was wrong. "Are you okay, Grimmjow-san?"
"... Why were you letting that old hag make you feel like that," he said in a quiet, oddly intense tone. When she craned her neck he was staring right at her and he didn't look vague and approachable and soft; he looked sharp, jaw-clenchingly furious. "The fuck did she even say?"
Oh. Um.
"It doesn't matter," Kurosaki-kun said, uncomfortable, sword tip slowly drifting back to the floor. "She's just an annoying neighbor. It's not worth--"
"She thinks I'm a slut."
Grimmjow-san blinked his blue eyes like he couldn't even comprehend the word. Oh man, oh man she hoped she didn't need to explain it to him; her moment of frankness had gone already and she knew she would stammer herself into an early grave if he really didn't get it.
"... I don't even fucking know where to start with that. Even if you were fucking the whole town why would it be her business? You're not doing it in her bed."
Orihime couldn't keep herself from spluttering out a laugh.
"Or is she pissed you won't fuck her?"
Kurosaki-kun let out a groan that was almost more of a whimper. "Oh my god, stop."