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monthly word count - october
TOTAL : 6 037 words.
POSTED
-Oxytocin chapter 4 - Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime cuddle drugs fic (2 649 words)
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-Bleach - Ichigo/Grimmjow/His fraccion ABO - chapter 4 (1 630 words)
-Naruto - Mada/tobi/izu ABO sequel (1 794 words) (mostly edits and filling in gaps)
and ...nothing else. wow. brain, come the fuck on. ;__;
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grimmichi ABO
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Trap.
He doesn't know how he twists out of the way in time but his ribs -- he feels the snap, red and immediate, cracked bone splintering fully. He rolls across rubble, snarling, hand empty of his sword, and retreats into a ready crouch, curled around the pain.
"Animal instinct is a remarkable thing," the creep muses, hopping casually until he is once again standing properly.
His eyes roam across Grimmjow's body from head to clawed toes and Grimmjow snarls, teeth bared, nothing but animal threat. His skin is crawling. He's never cared who saw him naked, never cared either way about clothes save that they kept his dick contained and sand out of his cunt but he wants clothes now. He would fucking zip his jacket closed if he had it on, if that wouldn't show the creep that he managed to creep him out.
"I'm gonna pluck the eyes out of your skull."
"Is this a stable half-transformation into your resurrección state? Not bad, not bad."
It's not stable for jack shit. It's as far as he can push it without his zanpakuto in hand to unseal the rest of him.
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Naruto ABO
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"I just..."
"You just," Hashirama retorted, vaguely scolding. "You just backed up so much heat hormones you're going to be out of sorts for another two weeks at this rate. I told you that you should have let yourself have one every couple years at least."
"We don't know that's what's causing this," Tobirama grumbled back, knocking his forehead against Hashirama's chin as revenge. "Maybe it's just a side effect from the Fuuma's fucking drug. Maybe it's an interaction with my suppressants--"
"--your experimental suppressants--"
"--and maybe it's even a freak allergy, we don't know! Anyway. If you need a report to the council to shut them up I can do it." It would just feel like tearing his guts open in public, like betraying his mates (Izuna's mad bout of laughter, Madara's flustered offense and sudden flashes of wry humor. Izuna's constant wariness and his fucking respect.) Tobirama was good at shoving away what he felt. He could do it.
"Hmm... No, the council can spin their wheels a while longer. You know, Elder Keima was really insistent about me not spending too much time with you in case we synced up and ended up indisposed together, so now I can't help feeling I have to be really insistent about not doing that."
Tobirama lifted his head just enough to throw his brother a baleful glare. In the dimness it barely went through; Hashirama chuckled anyway.
"That does not happen. Did he even think about how many of your heats I spent with you?"
"You were on so many drugs, Tobira," his brother bemoaned. "So many."
POSTED
-Oxytocin chapter 4 - Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime cuddle drugs fic (2 649 words)
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-Bleach - Ichigo/Grimmjow/His fraccion ABO - chapter 4 (1 630 words)
-Naruto - Mada/tobi/izu ABO sequel (1 794 words) (mostly edits and filling in gaps)
and ...nothing else. wow. brain, come the fuck on. ;__;
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grimmichi ABO
--
Trap.
He doesn't know how he twists out of the way in time but his ribs -- he feels the snap, red and immediate, cracked bone splintering fully. He rolls across rubble, snarling, hand empty of his sword, and retreats into a ready crouch, curled around the pain.
"Animal instinct is a remarkable thing," the creep muses, hopping casually until he is once again standing properly.
His eyes roam across Grimmjow's body from head to clawed toes and Grimmjow snarls, teeth bared, nothing but animal threat. His skin is crawling. He's never cared who saw him naked, never cared either way about clothes save that they kept his dick contained and sand out of his cunt but he wants clothes now. He would fucking zip his jacket closed if he had it on, if that wouldn't show the creep that he managed to creep him out.
"I'm gonna pluck the eyes out of your skull."
"Is this a stable half-transformation into your resurrección state? Not bad, not bad."
It's not stable for jack shit. It's as far as he can push it without his zanpakuto in hand to unseal the rest of him.
--
Naruto ABO
--
"I just..."
"You just," Hashirama retorted, vaguely scolding. "You just backed up so much heat hormones you're going to be out of sorts for another two weeks at this rate. I told you that you should have let yourself have one every couple years at least."
"We don't know that's what's causing this," Tobirama grumbled back, knocking his forehead against Hashirama's chin as revenge. "Maybe it's just a side effect from the Fuuma's fucking drug. Maybe it's an interaction with my suppressants--"
"--your experimental suppressants--"
"--and maybe it's even a freak allergy, we don't know! Anyway. If you need a report to the council to shut them up I can do it." It would just feel like tearing his guts open in public, like betraying his mates (Izuna's mad bout of laughter, Madara's flustered offense and sudden flashes of wry humor. Izuna's constant wariness and his fucking respect.) Tobirama was good at shoving away what he felt. He could do it.
"Hmm... No, the council can spin their wheels a while longer. You know, Elder Keima was really insistent about me not spending too much time with you in case we synced up and ended up indisposed together, so now I can't help feeling I have to be really insistent about not doing that."
Tobirama lifted his head just enough to throw his brother a baleful glare. In the dimness it barely went through; Hashirama chuckled anyway.
"That does not happen. Did he even think about how many of your heats I spent with you?"
"You were on so many drugs, Tobira," his brother bemoaned. "So many."