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    “You can’t just climb in through my window and ask to ride my cock,” Ichigo protests, more out of a sense of obligation than anything else, like this is only as complicated as Grimmjow pestering him for a fight without an ounce of regard for college, sleep, or god. “I’m not even in rut.”

    “The fuck else should I do? Take you on a date? Buy you flowers? Dismember a hollow and spell ‘Fuck me, Kurosaki’ with the parts?”

    “One of those is not like the others,” Ichigo says weakly.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    “I bit you,” Ichigo says, a little dazed. “A lot. And—and put my whole hand in your hollow hole.”

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    08 Feb 2026

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    The first time Grimmjow runs into the orange-haired motherfucker that turns into the bane of his existence, he’s too preoccupied with not dying to notice most of the details. Later, once he’s put a healthy distance between himself and those specific sand dunes, he’ll recall impressions of bright hair and black estigma and a hole in the center of the fucking vasto lorde’s chest.

    The whole affair only gets more confusing afterward, when the damn thing keeps trying to feed him.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    “Stop groping my pulse. If you’re hungry, just eat.”

    Grimmjow’s sleepy, extremely grumpy voice tears through the dreamy half-doze Ichigo was starting to sink into.

    “I’m not hungry,” he says into Grimmjow’s hair. “And I am not…”

    Grimmjow shifts, and some of the shorter strands of his hair, slightly damp from his nightly shower and mussed to hell from Ichigo’s complete inability to resist a wet, half-naked Grimmjow, slide boldly into Ichigo's nose. He pulls back, sneezing violently, and almost misses what Grimmjow says.

    “…just molesting my throat for fun? Pervert.”

    “What the—I’m innocently cuddling you, not molesting your throat, and will you stop phrasing it like that, you degenerate asshole?” For good measure, Ichigo pulls back the hand that was spread loosely over the base of Grimmjow’s throat. And sure, his thumb was on the pulse, stroking idly, but he wasn’t groping anything.

    “Why? It’s accurate.” Grimmjow, like the pissy cat he is, refuses to concede. “You never touch my dick like that.”

    “For fuck’s sake, Grimmjow, if I went for your dick the way I do for your throat, you’d have bigger problems.”

    Promises,” the crazy bastard purrs.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    Ichigo wakes up handcuffed to his bed, with his husband of barely a year—nine months and thirteen days—holding a knife to his throat.

    His first thought is that it’s a sex thing.

    His first instinct, strangled before it can take root, is to reach for the nanoreceptors in his bloodstream.

    Alarm wars with a dull spark of interest as he struggles to wake up; the fact that he’s struggling, limbs heavy and eyelids hot, is strange and concerning enough that it wakes him up a little more.

    The knife presses a little more firmly to his jugular, and the weight on his stomach shifts and settles, hot and heavy on his diaphragm.

    Familiar blue eyes, modded to be slitted like a cat’s and glow in the dark, peer down at him. He can’t see the rest of Grimmjow’s face. The room is drenched in darkness.

    “I know you like it rough,” Ichigo rasps, tongue just barely cooperating, “but isn’t this a bit too much?”

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    07 Feb 2026