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Monthly word count - October
TOTAL: 5 601 words.
better than last month but that's not saying much. bluhh.
POSTED : nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach: suburban ot4 (531 words, all of which was discarded and rewritten two days ago because Not Quite Right.)
-Naruto: madatobiizu Cherry Wine chapter idk, five, probably? six? no clue (1 472 words, some just tweaks to existing stuff and an unfinished scene that wasn't planned but cracked me up.)
-Bleach: Grimmichi+fraccion ABO (1 125 words, mostly porn.)
-Naruto: tobirama breaks the timeline to get his brothers back (335 words)
-Bleach: chapter idk 4 of superheroes AU grimmichi (1 517 words that i forgot i'd written haha where did it come from)
-Bleach: bloodsport (grimmichi in space) (385 words)
-Bleach: psychic wolves AU (236 words)
Also posted : Cherry Wine chapter 4 (madara/tobirama/izuna fraternal poly ABO)
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This was the month of vague "i miss grimmichi but idk what fic i want tho" urges, and serious, SERIOUS "whoops was excited and then brain skipped town between this sentence and the next and now it's three hours later and i've lost all the ideas i had". but apart from that i don't have adhd. >_>
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teasers!
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cherry wine ABO
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"If he corners you, he dies."
He had no idea where to start untangling that one. Izuna was obsessed with beating him. Not -- not that. They were polite at court, where all violence would be swiftly punished, but should they meet again anywhere else and Tobirama offer to... Izuna would say yes with a smile, move into his arms with eager grace, and then knife him between the ribs. He would not pass up on such an occasion to neutralize one of the biggest dangers to his clan to slake a bout of lust, that was ridiculous.
Hashirama grinned harder. "And if Tobirama corners him?"
Tobirama delivered a swift kick to his hamstring. His brother yelped, knee hitting the table hard enough to make the tea cups bounce. ((--)) rolled her eyes, mouth still hidden behind her sleeve, as if they didn't know she was smirking at them. "Then his tastes will officially be half as appalling as your own."
Hashirama spluttered. "There is nothing tasteless about my fiancés! They're princely! They're smart! They have gorgeous hair! They have enough stamina and teamwork to hold their own against me--"
"Hashi-chan, we both know you don't mean 'in combat' there."
Tobirama closed his eyes and turned his face away, shoulders bowed in despair.
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Bleach ABO (IT'S PORN)
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"So your sword spirits--"
"Mm-hm--"
"Which you have two of, for undisclosed reasons--"
"No, it's because-- mrph."
Legs trembling, teeth bared, Grimmjow tightens his hold on a fistful of orange hair. "Shawlong, you need to be shutting the fuck up now."
Oh god. Satan. Soul King, who the fuck ever presides over impossible shit, maybe it's the King of Hell for all he knows and fuck, shit, how can Kurosaki even be paying attention to the room right now?! How can he see or hear or even smell anyone else, remember anything else exists. Grimmjow isn't the one buried face-first in anyone's crotch and he barely can. He's gonna die, he's gonna die from wet soft slick lapping tongue and tickling raking things he doesn't want to remember are teeth.
Except he can't ignore it because Kurosaki is on his knees between his feet and when Grimmjow pulls on his hair his mouth starts digging into his cunt in a way Grimmjow can't word in another way than hungry.
'Can't stay here but can't leave right now but can't be tied together when we need to move either', fuck this, who cares. Kurosaki went on his knees for him, let Grimmjow hold his head so he could break his neck if he wanted, and then just -- leaned in.
Grimmjow fists his other hand in Kurosaki's hair; needs both of them to hold on, not fall, knees shaking. Kurosaki slides a hand down from under the curve of his ass to the back of his knee and guides it over his shoulder and now he needs the support even more.
Kurosaki growls against him; it rattles through defenseless flesh, makes his cunt and his belly quiver with a rush of helplessly wanting heat. He wants fucked, he wants fucked so bad but Kurosaki won't, he can't knot him now and his soft little tongue isn't going to work to get him -- oh, oh, fuck.
One of his hands slaps against the wall and then sinks all five claws through the cement knuckle-deep. His other leg folds under him and then Kurosaki catches him, pins him there with Grimmjow's legs around his head, strong hands gripping his ass and holding up his weight and, and --
When he comes his thighs clench so hard that for a moment he's afraid that he's gonna crush Kurosaki's skull without even knowing.
It doesn't manage to sour it even a little bit.
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Tobirama fucks with the timeline
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"There." He dropped his satchel beside Tobirama's knees. Three red-eyed pairs of eyes followed Tobirama's hand as he moved to pick it up.
He knew the process by then and could do it without really thinking about it. "Kawarama, go place the markers," he said quietly, pushing them into his brother's reluctant hands.
"Niichan--"
"It's okay. Place the markers. You know you won't be hurt, don't you? They'll take you where Itama is. You'll keep an eye on him until Anija can see to him, won't you?"
"Niichan, please--"
"Go put that one over there. You'll be fine."
"You won't," Kawarama choked out, barely breathing so as not to be overheard. Tobirama blinked sightlessly at his own hands, down on his lap with the shortcut scroll half-unrolled.
"I'll be fine. Madara needs me. It's fine."
"Tobi-nii, I--"
"I gave you an order. Go."
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Grimmichi superheroes
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Grimmjow did not enjoy the cold little metal disk or even being shirtless with a fever; he sat on the urge to growl, though. Let the guy take his temperature and listen to his heart and lungs and wrap a cuff around his arm and all that jazz. Let him loom as Grimmjow leaned back, on orders, as Grimmjow cautiously unwrapped his healing wounds.
"This is five days old?"
"Mm."
"Welp, you're fucked."
Curtains snorted. Grimmjow's eye twitched. "--What."
"Just saying..." The man leaned in, poked around the edges of the biggest wound. "Some inflammation here but it should be a lot farther along than it is... And the muscles weren't cut through when you got here or you couldn't have climbed into my son's window like a disreputable suitor, but you have barely any core strength left right now... Hmm."
"Hmm what, you cryptic asshole."
Karin was craning her neck to look over her dad's shoulder without turning around; she gave up on hiding that a second later though. "Wow, yeah, I've seen Shiro-nii heal holes like that in about five minutes. You don't get enough vitamins in your diet or what?"
"Fuck off." He knew, alright? He knew something was wrong. He tried not to swallow too obviously, not to tense. He didn't want to look afraid when Engetsu looked like it was all a fine joke.
"Bad news, it's neurotoxin!" He caught Grimmjow's arm and flopped his hand around. Grimmjow swiped at his wrist with his claws, and missed by a hair's breadth. Engetsu dropped his hand, and kept talking like he hadn't noticed. "Good news, if you were going to have your lungs shut down on you, they would have already."
"... Great." Fuck. Fuck --
"Even better news, you're a hollow, so every nerve that's been chewed through will grow back--"
"--Son of a bitch--"
"--and most of them will even grow back properly! You might end up with a few patches where they healed too enthusiastically and you now have a new erogenous zone." He grinned. Grimmjow started looking around for something heavy to chuck at his head.
better than last month but that's not saying much. bluhh.
POSTED : nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach: suburban ot4 (531 words, all of which was discarded and rewritten two days ago because Not Quite Right.)
-Naruto: madatobiizu Cherry Wine chapter idk, five, probably? six? no clue (1 472 words, some just tweaks to existing stuff and an unfinished scene that wasn't planned but cracked me up.)
-Bleach: Grimmichi+fraccion ABO (1 125 words, mostly porn.)
-Naruto: tobirama breaks the timeline to get his brothers back (335 words)
-Bleach: chapter idk 4 of superheroes AU grimmichi (1 517 words that i forgot i'd written haha where did it come from)
-Bleach: bloodsport (grimmichi in space) (385 words)
-Bleach: psychic wolves AU (236 words)
Also posted : Cherry Wine chapter 4 (madara/tobirama/izuna fraternal poly ABO)
--
This was the month of vague "i miss grimmichi but idk what fic i want tho" urges, and serious, SERIOUS "whoops was excited and then brain skipped town between this sentence and the next and now it's three hours later and i've lost all the ideas i had". but apart from that i don't have adhd. >_>
--
teasers!
--
cherry wine ABO
--
"If he corners you, he dies."
He had no idea where to start untangling that one. Izuna was obsessed with beating him. Not -- not that. They were polite at court, where all violence would be swiftly punished, but should they meet again anywhere else and Tobirama offer to... Izuna would say yes with a smile, move into his arms with eager grace, and then knife him between the ribs. He would not pass up on such an occasion to neutralize one of the biggest dangers to his clan to slake a bout of lust, that was ridiculous.
Hashirama grinned harder. "And if Tobirama corners him?"
Tobirama delivered a swift kick to his hamstring. His brother yelped, knee hitting the table hard enough to make the tea cups bounce. ((--)) rolled her eyes, mouth still hidden behind her sleeve, as if they didn't know she was smirking at them. "Then his tastes will officially be half as appalling as your own."
Hashirama spluttered. "There is nothing tasteless about my fiancés! They're princely! They're smart! They have gorgeous hair! They have enough stamina and teamwork to hold their own against me--"
"Hashi-chan, we both know you don't mean 'in combat' there."
Tobirama closed his eyes and turned his face away, shoulders bowed in despair.
--
Bleach ABO (IT'S PORN)
--
"So your sword spirits--"
"Mm-hm--"
"Which you have two of, for undisclosed reasons--"
"No, it's because-- mrph."
Legs trembling, teeth bared, Grimmjow tightens his hold on a fistful of orange hair. "Shawlong, you need to be shutting the fuck up now."
Oh god. Satan. Soul King, who the fuck ever presides over impossible shit, maybe it's the King of Hell for all he knows and fuck, shit, how can Kurosaki even be paying attention to the room right now?! How can he see or hear or even smell anyone else, remember anything else exists. Grimmjow isn't the one buried face-first in anyone's crotch and he barely can. He's gonna die, he's gonna die from wet soft slick lapping tongue and tickling raking things he doesn't want to remember are teeth.
Except he can't ignore it because Kurosaki is on his knees between his feet and when Grimmjow pulls on his hair his mouth starts digging into his cunt in a way Grimmjow can't word in another way than hungry.
'Can't stay here but can't leave right now but can't be tied together when we need to move either', fuck this, who cares. Kurosaki went on his knees for him, let Grimmjow hold his head so he could break his neck if he wanted, and then just -- leaned in.
Grimmjow fists his other hand in Kurosaki's hair; needs both of them to hold on, not fall, knees shaking. Kurosaki slides a hand down from under the curve of his ass to the back of his knee and guides it over his shoulder and now he needs the support even more.
Kurosaki growls against him; it rattles through defenseless flesh, makes his cunt and his belly quiver with a rush of helplessly wanting heat. He wants fucked, he wants fucked so bad but Kurosaki won't, he can't knot him now and his soft little tongue isn't going to work to get him -- oh, oh, fuck.
One of his hands slaps against the wall and then sinks all five claws through the cement knuckle-deep. His other leg folds under him and then Kurosaki catches him, pins him there with Grimmjow's legs around his head, strong hands gripping his ass and holding up his weight and, and --
When he comes his thighs clench so hard that for a moment he's afraid that he's gonna crush Kurosaki's skull without even knowing.
It doesn't manage to sour it even a little bit.
--
Tobirama fucks with the timeline
--
"There." He dropped his satchel beside Tobirama's knees. Three red-eyed pairs of eyes followed Tobirama's hand as he moved to pick it up.
He knew the process by then and could do it without really thinking about it. "Kawarama, go place the markers," he said quietly, pushing them into his brother's reluctant hands.
"Niichan--"
"It's okay. Place the markers. You know you won't be hurt, don't you? They'll take you where Itama is. You'll keep an eye on him until Anija can see to him, won't you?"
"Niichan, please--"
"Go put that one over there. You'll be fine."
"You won't," Kawarama choked out, barely breathing so as not to be overheard. Tobirama blinked sightlessly at his own hands, down on his lap with the shortcut scroll half-unrolled.
"I'll be fine. Madara needs me. It's fine."
"Tobi-nii, I--"
"I gave you an order. Go."
--
Grimmichi superheroes
--
Grimmjow did not enjoy the cold little metal disk or even being shirtless with a fever; he sat on the urge to growl, though. Let the guy take his temperature and listen to his heart and lungs and wrap a cuff around his arm and all that jazz. Let him loom as Grimmjow leaned back, on orders, as Grimmjow cautiously unwrapped his healing wounds.
"This is five days old?"
"Mm."
"Welp, you're fucked."
Curtains snorted. Grimmjow's eye twitched. "--What."
"Just saying..." The man leaned in, poked around the edges of the biggest wound. "Some inflammation here but it should be a lot farther along than it is... And the muscles weren't cut through when you got here or you couldn't have climbed into my son's window like a disreputable suitor, but you have barely any core strength left right now... Hmm."
"Hmm what, you cryptic asshole."
Karin was craning her neck to look over her dad's shoulder without turning around; she gave up on hiding that a second later though. "Wow, yeah, I've seen Shiro-nii heal holes like that in about five minutes. You don't get enough vitamins in your diet or what?"
"Fuck off." He knew, alright? He knew something was wrong. He tried not to swallow too obviously, not to tense. He didn't want to look afraid when Engetsu looked like it was all a fine joke.
"Bad news, it's neurotoxin!" He caught Grimmjow's arm and flopped his hand around. Grimmjow swiped at his wrist with his claws, and missed by a hair's breadth. Engetsu dropped his hand, and kept talking like he hadn't noticed. "Good news, if you were going to have your lungs shut down on you, they would have already."
"... Great." Fuck. Fuck --
"Even better news, you're a hollow, so every nerve that's been chewed through will grow back--"
"--Son of a bitch--"
"--and most of them will even grow back properly! You might end up with a few patches where they healed too enthusiastically and you now have a new erogenous zone." He grinned. Grimmjow started looking around for something heavy to chuck at his head.