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blood_crow) wrote2009-12-19 02:25 am
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Title: Smoke and Mirrors [Part Two]
Pairing: Akon x Grimmjow
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
A/N: My experimental one-shot with Akon and Grimm decided to turn itself into a multi-chapter fic. I'm really starting to fall for this pairing hard. Hopefully other people fall too :D
Two days have passed since I last saw the Arrancar known as Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. In those two days, the thing has undergone countless experiments and tests. I'm assuming that during its first week here, Kurotsuchi-taichou spent most of his time studying the other "spoils of war" from Hueco Mundo. What little experiments had been done on the former Espada in that first week, were now heightened tenfold.
I wasn't around for most of them; Taichou likes it better when he can oversee those proceedings on his own. And by "on his own," I mean with Kurotsuchi Nemu trailing his side. It really doesn't bother me any and I've been able to do my own work in relative peace. There is however a howl every now and then; a roar, a bark of unrestrained laughter. That last sound has a small smirk tugging at my lips, despite myself.
I don't really know what Kurotsuchi-taichou's been doing to the Arrancar. Naturally, I'm curious. Curious about what studies have been conducted, and how the former Espada has performed. Or if it has at all, the thing seems pretty stubborn. I imagine it gives my captain a good run for his money. And judging by the noises I hear every thirty minutes, the thing has yet to be beaten into submission. Kurotsuchi Mayuri has a cruel way about him, especially when it comes to observing his specimens, so it's pretty impressive that Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is still able to laugh.
Leaning back in my chair, I fight down a yawn and reach over to tap my cigarette over a small ashtray. While contemplating taking a break from my research, I hear faint voices coming from the hallway outside. I remain silent as I listen, soon realizing that it's both the captain and vice-captain. I can't tell what they're saying, but I know it's them, and every now and then I hear an uttered "Espada." When their voices grow distant, to the point that they fade completely, I snub my cigarette and get up. Walking to the door I slide it open quietly, before sticking my head into an empty hallway. For a minute I wait, considering the situation, briefly wondering where they went. Then before I know it, I'm closing the door behind me and making my way towards the research room where Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is being held.
This time I don't have to switch on the lights. That glow at the back of the room is already burning brightly. The Arrancar looks in my direction when I enter the room, and I hear it growl lowly, the sound coming from somewhere deep in its throat. I tuck my hands inside of my lab coat as I near the pane of glass, and I can't help but finger the pack of smokes resting in the pocket.
"I didn't expect you back so soon," the former Espada mutters. Its characteristic grin creeps into view. "Miss me?"
"Not precisely," I respond, tilting my head just a little. "I was wondering what all the noise was about."
Eyeing the creature before me, I notice that the white jacket of its old uniform has been removed, and that its torso is covered in stitches. The flesh of each wound is pink and raw around the edges, but it looks like they'll heal. The Arrancar leans forward on the cot where its sitting, large fists resting on its knees. It stares at me beneath furrowed brows and offers a sly smirk.
"What kind of shinigami are you, anyway? I've never seen one like you, let alone fight one. I still gotta figure out where your fucking zanpakutou is."
I study the thing for a moment, quietly drumming my fingers over the pack in my pocket. "How would you know that? You can't determine that you've never fought a shinigami like me, because we've never fought before."
"Shut your trap!" the Arrancar snaps, jumping to its feet. It narrows its eyes at me and stalks closer to the barrier between us. "Show me your goddamn zanpakutou!"
My brow arches, however faintly. "I don't know why it's so important to you."
"It's important 'cause shinigami are s'posed to have fuckin' zanpakutous!!" the Arrancar barks back. "If you don't have one, it makes you weak. You're weak, ainchya? That's why you spend all your time in this shit-hole!"
"I spend all of my time here because this is my division," I state simply, with a small, barely there smile.
"I don't give two fucks what your division is."
Growling, the thing bares its teeth at me before stalking back to the tiny cot shoved in the corner. It sprawls on the shoddy mattress, showing me its back, its jaw resting on one of those large fists. At this angle I see even more stitched wounds stretching the expanse of its back. And now that I don't have those pale eyes to look at, I find myself starring through its hollow hole.
"What would you have done if they hadn't brought you here?"
The question is out of my mouth before I've even processed it. I'm not sure why I asked the Arrancar such a thing. I don't really care what it would have done. It was an enemy of Soul Society, possibly still is. Not to mention that whatever answer it gives me will be irrelevant, because fact of the matter is that it was brought here.
But the former Espada merely shrugs, digging a finger into its ear as it grunts, "Dunno. I would've healed, then gone after that stupid, orange-haired shinigami. I'll kill that fucker if it's the last thing I do."
At that, I find my brows knitting together. Orange-haired shinigami? Orange-haired shinigami... the only person with orange hair that comes to mind is... Kurosaki Ichigo. I've never met the kid personally, but everyone in Soul Society has heard his name. Who wouldn't remember one of the intruders that broke into Seireitei to save Kuchiki Rukia from execution?
"You mean Kurosaki Ichigo?" I ask, my eyes still trained on the blue-haired Arrancar. Its head gives a little twitch, and it twists around to look at me over its shoulder.
"You know him?"
I shake my head slowly. "Not really. I just know of him."
The former Espada flashes a sinister smirk. "Well, that dumb prick hasn't seen the last of me. When I get outta here I'll find him and settle the score."
"That's to say if you do get out of here."
"Eh."
Waving a hand dismissively, the thing flops onto its back and stretches out. "I think that yellow-teeth freak is running outta things to poke and prod at. I don't give two fucks about you shinigami, or your dumbass Soul Society. So you either kill me or lemme go."
I can't help myself, I have to arch an eyebrow. I stare at the Arrancar as it lays there, hands tucked behind its head and blue eyes trained on the ceiling. I don't really know how it came to that conclusion. Like Soul Society would really let an ex-Espada free, to roam throughout Seireitei, or the Human World. An Arrancar is just as hazardous as a hollow, if not more so.
Exhaling softly, I glance off to the side and pull the pack of smokes from my pocket, unable to resist the urge any longer. I could tell the former Espada that there's really only one outcome it can look forward to: Extermination. But, why burst its bubble? I imagine the Arrancar's had it pretty bad this past month or so, and I think to myself that maybe just this once, I'll let the thing have some hope.
I'm still staring off, lost in my own thoughts as I stick a fresh cigarette between my lips. I let the flame of my lighter lick at the end, then inhale deeply, pulling smoke into my starving lungs. An instant calm washes over me, the feel of nicotine hitting my system so gratifying that I nearly miss Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez getting up. A hand slaps against the glass and I glance sideways so I can see the former Espada. Its staring at me with the same heat and hunger that I saw in its eyes a couple of days ago. I imagine that if it weren't for the red collar around its throat, that its reitasu would be flaring the same way that its eyes are.
"Another thing I'm gonna do when I get outta here," the Arrancar mutters, its voice dangerously low as it eyes the cancer stick suggestively. "Just you wait, shinigami. I haven't forgotten."
A lazy smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. I roll the cigarette between my fingers, before tilting my head. I regard the thing in front of me, note the odd colored hair, the burly build, the hollow hole, the bone jaw. Last of all those seemingly cold looking eyes, the ones that burn like fire.
"I don't think you'd like it, Jaegerjaquez."
Its gaze narrows, and it pushes its fist against the glass like it wants to push straight on through and slug me. I can't really tell if the Arrancar is scowling at me or just grinning evilly, but I've a feeling that with Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, there isn't much of a difference between those two expressions.
"That a fuckin' challenge?"
"It's whatever you take it to be."
I flick ash from my cigarette, watch the dark particles hit the glass in front of the Arrancar's face. It gives a quick jerk, blue eyes widen, and then its lips are pulling back in the mother of all snarls.
"You think you're hot shit right now," the thing hisses. "We'll see how fuckin' strong you feel when this" -- and here it slams a fist into the wall of glass between us -- "isn't there to protect you!!"
Bringing the cancer stick back to my mouth, I stare at the former Espada calmly while it rants. I take a deep drag and I don't hesitate to exhale, letting a plume of silver flow from my nose and lips. As I predicted, the thing slows to a standstill, its anger forgotten as it stares. I don't know what its fascination is with smoke, but I can't say it doesn't amuse me.
I offer a small nod in way of good-bye, decide that I'll ignore its threat, before turning around and heading for the door. It's silent behind me until my hand is on the doorknob, and then I hear a growled, "Turn the fuckin' lights off, will ya?"
Pausing with the door halfway open, I take a moment to analyze that request. Then with a mental shrug, I switch the lights off and leave the former Espada alone in darkness.
A few more hours go by, and it isn't until late into the evening that I decide I'm due for some rest. I gather my research papers neatly, before tucking them underneath my arm and leaving the Research Institute. The streets of Seireitei are near empty, and the sky above is a dusky aubergine. I take my time strolling through Twelfth on my way to the barracks. When I get to my room I undress in the dark, dig my cigarettes out of my lab coat, then toss my clothes onto the floor before sitting down on my futon.
As I lay back on the mattress, I find myself thinking about the Sexta Espada. I wonder what it does when it's alone at night, trapped in the laboratory. I can't imagine it does much with the little it has. Every time I've gone to observe it, it's been sitting on the cot, still and quiet. It wasn't until I appeared that it came alive... The implications there make me frown, and I stick a cigarette between my lips before lighting the end.
It must be a strange existence, being an Arrancar. To be a hollow creature that obtained shinigami powers. To then enter a war under the command of a stranger. And when that war ends, to be taken into custody by the enemy, and locked away to be studied like some alien animal. I'd never really thought about it before, but here in the quiet of my room, with the night's shadows cloaking me, that's where my mind wanders. To the strange existence that is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Some would think he's fortunate to still be alive, but I wonder if he isn't unlucky. If our positions were reversed, I think I'd envy the other Arrancar that died in battle.
And it's right then that my brain stops all together, and I go completely still on the futon. Did I really refer to the former Espada as a he, just then? Sure, alright, I'll admit that it at least looks like a he. Its appearance is undeniably male, of that there is no doubt. But even still, it is not a he. It isn't like me, or my fellow shinigami, or even like the humans. It's just a thing that was created to do Aizen's bidding.
Sighing to myself tiredly, I turn on my side and reach up to pinch the cancer stick between my middle and forefinger. I close my eyes and take a deep drag, savoring the taste and the way it feels flowing down my throat. When I exhale I exhale loudly, breathing countless things I can't quite name into the air. I grab the ashtray from off the floor and snub the cigarette out, then set the ashtray back down and pull the sheets over my half naked body. I turn my thoughts away from Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, then settle into the futon, hoping for a decent sleep.
In the morning, it isn't the sunlight through the shoji that wakes me -- it's the feel of something foreign. Something foreign but eerily familiar. Something I recognize, but that doesn't belong in my room. I open my eyes slowly and my vision is blurry with sleep, but I'm still able to make out a shock of blue. I'm laying on my side, and sitting just a few feet away from my futon is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. I'm so stunned to see the former Espada in my room that I can't even move. I just lay there and stare at his unexpectedly intrusive figure. He's turned at an angle so I can see the side of his face, and that ghost of a hollow mask is staring straight back at me.
I open my mouth to say something. I know what I should say, but for whatever reason, nothing comes out. My breathing is calm, I can feel my heart beating normally, but my mind is reeling. The former Espada sitting beside my futon is so unexpected that I'm still playing catchup.
Because my brain won't function properly -- and because I feel glued to the futon -- I settle for just watching the Arrancar. He's sitting there with legs crossed, my ashtray in front of him, and my pack of smokes in his hand. I watch as he pushes the lid open and pulls out a single cancer stick. He rolls the cigarette between strong fingers, rolls it like he's assessing it; the feel of it, the look of it. Then he brings it up and drags it under his nose, inhaling as deeply as I do when I'm smoking one. Up until now I've been perfectly still, and despite my surprise at having him here, I've been able to keep my breathing (and my reiatsu) at a level that resembles sleep. But, when the former Espada brings the end of my cigarette to his mouth, his tongue peeking out to touch the tobacco, it's too much. Especially when he makes a weird face and jerks his head away, like he's just been hit with a brick.
It's that expression alone that wrings a chuckle from my otherwise frozen form.
His head whips around as soon as the sound leaves my mouth, blue eyes going incredibly wide. I see nearly every muscle in his body pull tight with tension, suddenly on the alert. In that moment I really have no clue what he's going to do, but it's the least of my worries when I spy something strange. The collar around his throat is gone. My hairless brow shoots up and I swing my legs over the futon so I'm sitting up instead of laying down. At the same time he disappears, and the next moment I see him he's standing in front of the shoji. He stares at me beneath furrowed brows and holds the cigarette up.
"Didn't believe me, didja?" the Arrancar growls, a smug grin splitting his face in two. "Told you I'd get my hands on one."
I start to get up from the futon, but my body is sluggish from sleep (and from the shock that won't wear off, apparently). I take a step forward but it's already too late. The former Espada slides the screen door open and sunlight floods the room. I squint against the onslaught and I'm able to make out his silhouette, but a second later and he's gone.
Minutes go by as I stand there, staring at the spot where the blue-haired Arrancar just was. My eyes slowly adjust to the light and I don't have to squint anymore. For a moment I believe I'm dreaming, believe it enough that relief starts to settle in, but that's before I feel Hisagi Shuuhei's presence behind me. I glance over my shoulder at the sudden intrusion, and see him standing there along with Kuchiki Byakuya. Looks like they came in through the second shoji, opposite the one that Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez used to escape.
"Akon," the younger man murmurs, dark brows knit together in a soft frown. "The Arrancar, he was here."
It sounds like the captain of the Ninth Division doesn't know whether that's a question or a statement, so I nod my head in confirmation. I lift my hand sluggishly and point towards the open shoji door.
"Yea, but...it just left. With one of my cigarettes, too."
Hisagi gives a minute nod, before him and Kuchiki-taicho disappear in the direction that Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez went.
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Right. So. Omfg this is so cool! I love how insidiously Akon starts to feel for Grimmjow. Like right at the beginning, when you're talking about the noises Grimmjow makes [:DD] and how he finds himself smirking when Grimmjow laughs. And then just finds himself thinking about him, and THEN SUDDENLY he's calling Grimmjow a 'he', yay! That was so epic ^_^ And I probably said so last time but I *adore* a curious Grimmjow, and he's so
adorablycurious in this, about the cigarettes [and, btw, who wouldn't be: the way you write about smoking makes me FUCKING WANT ONE and I don't even smoke] and Akon's zanpaktou :DDDOh, and I LOVE this line: "I can't really tell if the Arrancar is scowling at me or just grinning evilly, but I've a feeling that with Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, there isn't much of a difference between those two expressions." Pure win!
This is getting ridiculously long, so basically: I ADORE this chapter. I said it before, but it's worth repeating: You've got Akon's voice SO perfect, it's SUCH a joy to read. I hope you realise just how good it is, so you can feel smug and awesome and all that. Their interaction while Grimmjow's inside that room is so cool to read, ESPECIALLY when Akon flicks ash at the glass, that was beyond cool.
I almost fell out of my fucking chair when he realised Grimm was in his room *_* Getting cigarettes! And I love how he "makes a weird face and jerks his head away, like he's just been hit with a brick." !!!! Awesome ^_^
AND THEN Shuuhei gets a cameo, hooray! Dude, I'm so in love with you right now. I'd apologise, but it's totally your fault. This is so magnificently done, and I just... cannot fucking wait to see where you're taking us next. Bravo :)
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btw, just one thing-it says 'thepane of glass' instead of 'the pane of glass' sorry for being a pain in the ass but thought you might wanna know. And I'm really sorry this is so long.
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I'm SO glad that you like my take on Grimmjow, and my take on Akon, for that matter!! Funnily enough, I don't even smoke 8D But Akon's smoking isn't something I could have left out! I've never licked the tobacco in a cigarette before, but I can't imagine that it'd taste very good! When I wrote that part I imagined Grimm jerking away more so out of surprise than the taste. For someone that's never even seen a cigarette before Akon, everything about it would be a surprise!
SHUU! I couldn't leave Shuu out, he's just so awesome. I'll probably have more of him in the future. Also, thanks for pointing that typo out to me! I fixed it :D
AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT REVIEW! ♥♥♥
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I was actually thinking that Akon probably smokes some secret blend of herbs that he puts together himself, but I see figaro beat me to the thought here ;) Eitherway though, yeah, I'm sure they taste strange, cos Akon seems like he has lots of... acquired tastes ;) I can't get over how awesome it is that Grimm's so curious about smoking. I don't smoke either, but it's awfully fun to read, isn't it? :) Good for you for writing about it when you don't smoke though, I think you did a kick-ass job.
Yaaay, more Shuuhei in the future! Possibly the only thing that could possibly make this fic any better than it already is :D And I'm... kind of stoopid that way, pointing out typos to people. One day it'll get me shot, but I'm glad you appreciated it. Thank YOU for the great read, awesome new friend :D
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Damn, it seems like everyone beat me to that awesome idea! I wish I would've thought of it, honestly. I would've preferred an herb blend to tobacco since I really don't like smoking in RL. Although...it does inspire something that could be interesting nevertheless.
If anyone gets mad over someone pointing out a typo, there's something wrong with that person! I love it when people point typos out to me, it just improves the chapter. I like my fics looking as immaculate as possible but you always manage to miss something during editing...so it's good to have other readers point stuff out.
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Ah the smoking, a lot of readers seem to like that! I'm actually really surprised that it's so appealing.
I'm glad you enjoyed the read! Thanks for the nice comment :)
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Akon is really conscious about his smoking, isn't he? It's not just a habit to him, it's something that takes up a lot of his thoughts. I like that, haha. One thing though, coming from a smoker. If you smoke as much as he does, you usually don't get a high from it. It just gives you a small sense of satisfaction.
I'm totally with loveyourflyingv, smoking in fics is awesome and so very rare in this fandom. :D Bless you for writing Akon!
I can't wait to see where you're taking this. I'm so so so so glad you decided to continue on it! You rock!
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Is it ironic that I actually have an aversion to smoking? My dad used to smoke and whenever he did it gave me a headache! But, to write a fic with Akon, is to write smoking! I didn't think it'd be such a huge part of the fic, but it is! For some reason Grimm makes Akon want to smoke even more than he already does ;D
Thanks for the tip, though! I know the saying "write what you know" but in fanfic that can be close to impossible, sometimes...since I'm not a smoker myself I appreciate the input of someone that is! I'll keep in mind what you said for the future :D
And thanks for commenting! I'm glad you like the fic so far!
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Yeah, it's tough to write what you know. I mean, there goes the slashing. Fat chance I'll ever experience what it's like to stick a dick in a dude. ;D Strap-ons just aren't the same...
If you need a smoker's advice on anything else, just holler. ;D
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I thought of trying out a cigarette just to get a feel for it while writing Akon, but I decided I didn't want to risk developing a smoking habit just for the sake of fanfiction ;D
But I know, right? I won't ever know what that feels like either, let alone what it feels like to get a handjob or a blowjob or countless other things involving a dick... Mostly I just make it up as I go, try to imagine what it'd be like with a hard slab of meat between my legs :D
Thank you, though! I've a feeling I'll be giving a holler or two, because of course Grimm has to try a cigarette one of these days.
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Yeah, some things we can do for fanfiction, but starting to smoke really does sound like a bad, bad idea haha.
I do try and use my experience as much as I can while writing, recalling what it must have been like for my partners but imagination and experience by, uh... by proxy (if ya know what I mean) only gets you so far. I wish so badly I knew what it's like to recieve a BJ or HJ... It's silly but writing slash sometimes make me wish very much that I was a guy. :/ Instead I hound exes and male friends and beg them to describe in as much detail as possible what this and that feels like (and I've gotten some pretty detailed descriptions on what prostate stimulation feels like! I'm forever grateful for that.)
Oh, speaking of how guys experience stuff! I'm following this blog written by a male Dom and all his pompous Alpha-male bullshit aside (I've nothing against Doms whatsoever but he really is a bit over the top), he sometimes goes into great detail about his experiences. He wrote about masturbation the other day and I found it very enlightening. In case ya wanna read it, here it is!
Oh boy, monster post. Sorry, sweetie. 8D Got a bit carried away.
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That isn't silly at all. I've never wanted to be a guy more than when I started writing fanfiction. Honestly I'm a bit of a feminist, and I'm glad to be a woman (despite the...many unfortunate things that come along with it) but at the same time I'm dying to know what it's like to be a man and have sex with a man. And that's the only reason why I'd consider switching, haha. Just to have gay sex. Then I'd happily go back to being a woman :D
Oh lord...haha that was definitely an interesting read. Electrical sizzles going to his prostate. You know that really was insightful! I'm glad you sent it to me. The guy is a bit of a male chauvinist, isn't he? Despite the fact that he pisses me off, I'll probably read more just to learn more about the BDSM world ;D
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Oh, we're very similar there, then. I'm quite the feminist myself (and I've had some problems coming to terms with my obsession with yaoi and aversion to het, haha.) Yeah, I'd be willing to pay a lot to experience what it's like to be a man (having sex with another man. 8))
Yeah, that guy seems like a total pig, hahaha. Unfortunately that's way too common in the BDSM world. One one hand it's a very queer enviroment, very liberating, but there's a huge dark side consisting of ancient gender roles written in stone, mostly upheld by guys like him. I used to be a mod at a Swedish BDSM community and it was pure hell sometimes, dealing with those Master Ruler Sir King Doms. Especially since I'm a submissive female and they knew I was.
But yeah, that guy's blog does contain some really good stuff written from a male POV. (If you've any BDSM questions sometime which you need a quick answer to, you could always try asking me if you feel like it. I'm pretty well versed in the stuff. ;)(I hope I don't come across as a know-it-all or anything. Don't mean to. :/))
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Yea...I think I've told you before that I'm not that knowledgeable when it comes to the BDSM world, but I like to think that there's a difference between dominating for fun, and objectifying your partner just to inflate your own ego. To be honest BDSM between a man in a woman makes me a bit uncomfortable, especially if the man is a dom. There's already enough 'I'm superior as a male' ideas out there, they don't need dom play over a woman to back-up that Neanderthal theory. At the end of the day I only like BDSM between two men (or two women, for that matter). Then the playing field seems more even, as they're both the same gender while taking on D/s roles.
I know I would've been in hell too, if I were you! Men that think they rule the roost really rub me the wrong way. But cool, I'll take you up on that offer if I ever need too! Reading your fics alone have taught me some interesting stuff about D/s themes ;D
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Oh GOD, Akon fucking Grimm in cat-form. Why is that thought so hot??! What is wrong with me? haha
You know, I'm sorry for that 'ask me anything about BDSM' thingie. I really feel as if I was trying to come across as an expert who must share superior knowledge or something. :/ Didn't mean to, though.
There is indeed a huge difference between what you said - dominating for fun, and objectifying your partner just to inflate your own ego. Unfortunately the latter seems so very common. :/
Since I'm into BDSM and am straight, the thought of het powerplay doesn't make me uncomfortable, but I understand what you mean. It's an inner struggle I've had for years. 'How can I as a feminist allow myself to be dominated by a man?' There is no easy answer to that question. :/ Well, I came to the conclusion 'because it feels good and makes me happy and once outside the bedroom, my partner has no right to dominate me.'
Writing it though, yeah... I'm more comfortable with gay BDSM. :)
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Oh no, don't worry about it! I didn't take offense to it at all. Since I'm not experienced in the BDSM world (aside from reading a fanfic here or there) your offer was really appreciated, in case I ever decide to enter that territory with a fic of my own!
I think a lot of it has to do with the couple and what kind of relationship they have. If I saw a het couple that was into BDSM and I could tell that they had love and respect for each other, it wouldn't bother me. It's just people like the guy of that blog you sent me that make me uncomfortable. The way he talked about 'his girl' in a lot of his posts...it seemed like she was just a toy to him.
I've co-written before with another writer from LJ, both gay and het couples, and in that situation I wrote from a female's perspective. Of course they wrote the male's perspective and sometimes their male could be pretty dominating in bedroom. In that case it really wasn't uncomfortable for me at all, quite the opposite! So I can understand where you're coming from. Being dominated in the sexual sense can be exhilarating, we just don't want a man dominating every aspect of our lives, yea?
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Do iiiiiiiiit! unfunfunf! :DDDD
Phew, good to know you didn't take offence. :) Yeah, just ask if you ever feel like it, then, haha.
Absolutely. You're right. It's all about respect (and love and trust) and, um... How do you say it. Consensual commitment, maybe? That the woman has made a decision to hand her power over to her partner. That dude creeps me out too, haha.
Yep, once more I agree completely. Let's just say I'm not housewife material. :D
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I love the way you write Grimmjow, and I can't wait to find out how he escaped! o u o
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I also like your icon, haha. It made me laugh.
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wow... I have to say, you have blown me away with this fic! I love how you've continued the curiosity between these two men with each other. The way it's all centered around the cigarettes.. but yet... MORE... *smirk* (heehee.. I just realized what a phallic symbol the cigs really are!)
I love that you didn't allow Akon to pity Grimmy, that to him, his 'experimentation' is just the way it is in 12th div. I love how you've shown us how he eventually comes to view 'it' as a 'he', and Akon's intelligence to recognize it right off the bat.
and the catti-ness in Grim! LOVES IT! haha! i love that he goes to see Akon just to grab the smoke!
This slow build up of UST is sooo satisfying!
Finally I am so glad this is a multi-chap fic!!! I can't get enough!! *does a happy dance*
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Oh no, he definitely would not pity Grimm! Akon is a scientists after all, I don't imagine he'd have it in him to pity something, as cold as that may seem.
As for Grimm I just love writing him so much. He's such a fun character to write because to me he has so much range.
I'm glad the build up is going a good pace! To be honest I was wondering if it was going too fast, so I'm so glad you think it's a slow build up. That's what I want :D
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I love Akon and I love that he gets right under Grimm's nerves without trying (and smoking >:D)
Man, if Grimmjow wasn't such a pain in the ass to draw, I'd do something for these two. I look forward to where this goes, and I hope you convert more people to this interesting pair!
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But I'm so glad you liked the fic. Thank you!
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Thanks for liking my portrayal of him! He's my favorite Bleach character so it's good to know that people enjoy my take on him.
Thank you for commenting!
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Akon gets some FanFic loving!
Fanfics need more understated straight-man characters like Akon.
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Akon does get some fanfic love!! He could do with some more! I've always found Akon to be pretty damn sexy, and I'm disappointed that his sexiness isn't showcased more often! Thus I decided I've show him some love myself.
Thanks for commenting ♥
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Would it be all right if I friended you? I'd love to keep up with this and we have Bleach in common. :)
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I love a kitty Grimm so of course I just had to make him curious. I'll explore his fascination with the smoke, and why he's so intrigued, later on in the fic.
Thank you for reading and leaving a nice comment!
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