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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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Among the bottom feeders in the Forest of Menos, there are rumors about a human with the hunger of a hollow.
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It's a slow, uneventful Halloween night when a thirsty vampire gets partnered with the resident werecat to go take care of a problem. Ichigo's steadfast refusal to bite people now comes back to bite him, leaving it up to Grimmjow to put him back together.
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A bad outfit and a bad patch of ice make Ichigo's winter night infinitely better.
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the hunter and the night (of some other story) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)
15 Feb 2023
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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.