monthly word count - august
TOTAL: 4 196
... uuuuuuuuuuuuuughghgh.
POSTED
-Grimmichi: Haunting Me Haunting You - chapter 3 (3 431 words) (soulmates AU)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Grimm/Ichi/Orihime cuddle drugs fic: Oxytocin (38 words) (sobs)
-Bleach Daemon AU: the xcution arc (344 words)
-Bloodsport chapter 3 (393 words) (why so stuck aaaaaa)
Also posted: Oxytocin chapter 1.
i cannot fucken CONCENTRATE this month. work has been dead because everyone else is on vacation and yet i spend all my days with a document open and not adding a single line to it. then i come back home and will you look at that, by the time i have had my decompression alone time and done everything i needed to do i don't even have time to get online and talk with people, never mind enough time to get into a writing headspace. so much augh.
i'll find a rhythm eventually but atm it is very flop.
...i MIGHT manage brainy things better if i didn't spend so much of my post-bedtime time telling myself it's okay if i only sleep six or less hours because i'm reading shit tho. >_>;;;; no, asuka, post-bedtime night time is not actually free no-consequences time.
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"Inoue Orihime-and-Natsume, Sado Yasutora-and-Amparo," Tsukishima says quietly beside him. Kururi is quiet on Tsukishima's shoulder, a gray bird with light bands across her breast that's almost the length of his forearm. A lot of that is the tail, fanned out to brace as she peers down over the edge of the roof. "Fullbringers."
Kūgo's Yozora gives a quiet snort, scanning the group crowding over the Kurosakis all over again; her white, striped tail lashes. They can tell. The taint of hollow is too faint to really catch on the girl, but powers have to come from somewhere and hers definitely doesn't taste shinigami or Quincy.
Sado's stink more strongly.
"They haven't fucking left him alone all day," she mutters. "Last I knew this town was a hollow paradise."
Something definitely happened here. He can feel a lot of powerful people if he stretches. Even the dark taint of hollow -- but so weak. It should be a buffet of angry ghosts; but they've been in Naruki City a month, and nothing.
--
Kurosaki's eyelashes brushed against the tip of Grimmjow's nose. Then he leaned in, slow and cautious, to brush their lips together in a kiss so goddamned gentle it was a relief when he felt the testing nibble afterwards, like Kurosaki wasn't too sure anymore how it was supposed to go.
"No eatin'," Grimmjow mumbled against his mouth, nipping back but barely so -- too much of an escalation, he thought, and then couldn't decide if that was an excuse or not. Kurosaki laughed silently against his mouth, and then licked his way in.
Hot and wet, slow like molasses. Kurosaki's too-long tongue taking its sweet time exploring his fangs, the soft inside of his cheeks, the ridges of his palate. Following an old scar where he'd bitten through his cheek the first time he went into resurreccion. And still crooning, tuneless and pleased, a low vibration that ran right through his chest and his mouth and seemed to slip into his brain.
He kissed back -- let Kurosaki coax him into kissing back, unresisting and gone loose under him, under those kneading hands. Kurosaki wasn't... wasn't gonna hurt him. Didn't want to. Didn't need to. Only wanted to fuck him nice and slow, probably make him feel good.
It'd be so easy to let him.
Let him own him.
... uuuuuuuuuuuuuughghgh.
POSTED
-Grimmichi: Haunting Me Haunting You - chapter 3 (3 431 words) (soulmates AU)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Grimm/Ichi/Orihime cuddle drugs fic: Oxytocin (38 words) (sobs)
-Bleach Daemon AU: the xcution arc (344 words)
-Bloodsport chapter 3 (393 words) (why so stuck aaaaaa)
Also posted: Oxytocin chapter 1.
i cannot fucken CONCENTRATE this month. work has been dead because everyone else is on vacation and yet i spend all my days with a document open and not adding a single line to it. then i come back home and will you look at that, by the time i have had my decompression alone time and done everything i needed to do i don't even have time to get online and talk with people, never mind enough time to get into a writing headspace. so much augh.
i'll find a rhythm eventually but atm it is very flop.
...i MIGHT manage brainy things better if i didn't spend so much of my post-bedtime time telling myself it's okay if i only sleep six or less hours because i'm reading shit tho. >_>;;;; no, asuka, post-bedtime night time is not actually free no-consequences time.
----
"Inoue Orihime-and-Natsume, Sado Yasutora-and-Amparo," Tsukishima says quietly beside him. Kururi is quiet on Tsukishima's shoulder, a gray bird with light bands across her breast that's almost the length of his forearm. A lot of that is the tail, fanned out to brace as she peers down over the edge of the roof. "Fullbringers."
Kūgo's Yozora gives a quiet snort, scanning the group crowding over the Kurosakis all over again; her white, striped tail lashes. They can tell. The taint of hollow is too faint to really catch on the girl, but powers have to come from somewhere and hers definitely doesn't taste shinigami or Quincy.
Sado's stink more strongly.
"They haven't fucking left him alone all day," she mutters. "Last I knew this town was a hollow paradise."
Something definitely happened here. He can feel a lot of powerful people if he stretches. Even the dark taint of hollow -- but so weak. It should be a buffet of angry ghosts; but they've been in Naruki City a month, and nothing.
--
Kurosaki's eyelashes brushed against the tip of Grimmjow's nose. Then he leaned in, slow and cautious, to brush their lips together in a kiss so goddamned gentle it was a relief when he felt the testing nibble afterwards, like Kurosaki wasn't too sure anymore how it was supposed to go.
"No eatin'," Grimmjow mumbled against his mouth, nipping back but barely so -- too much of an escalation, he thought, and then couldn't decide if that was an excuse or not. Kurosaki laughed silently against his mouth, and then licked his way in.
Hot and wet, slow like molasses. Kurosaki's too-long tongue taking its sweet time exploring his fangs, the soft inside of his cheeks, the ridges of his palate. Following an old scar where he'd bitten through his cheek the first time he went into resurreccion. And still crooning, tuneless and pleased, a low vibration that ran right through his chest and his mouth and seemed to slip into his brain.
He kissed back -- let Kurosaki coax him into kissing back, unresisting and gone loose under him, under those kneading hands. Kurosaki wasn't... wasn't gonna hurt him. Didn't want to. Didn't need to. Only wanted to fuck him nice and slow, probably make him feel good.
It'd be so easy to let him.
Let him own him.