#Grimmjow: damn ma you live like this

[unohanadaydreams]

Mars I will sell you my hypothetical firstborn child if you write something with Grimmjow + spanking please. 👀👀

Hand over the hypothetical firstborn at your convenience, anon.

Features: 18+, spanking, hair pulling, reader is deeply embarrassed by wanting said spanking, Grimmjow wants to eat through that shame like a juicy, juicy fruit.

GRIMMJOW + SPANKING

Stretched teeth, uncovered from root to crown, jab into the tensed skin above your shoulder blade. A fossil of his previous, unknowable self, the mask of smooth bone is wholly inhuman.

You stiffen further when he does it again. Inherit instinct enmeshing to your modern sense of shame and want. You try to curl away. The wiry length of his arms, his hands meeting at your stomach, keep you flat.

“You’re getting scared over nothing.”

The warm puffs of breath that had raised a trail of damp along your back were plenty to be embarrassed over. You shivered as the sloppy line of condensation cooled. The thrumming want in you unfurled, fronds of pleasure straightening to meet the heat Grimmjow generated.

Shifting you more squarely in his lap, fingers squirmed between your pressed thighs.

“Grimmjow,” you squeaked, then said, then whined.

Smiling, the human side of his face rubbed against your cheek and he mocked you. Called your name in three between puffs of humor.

You tugged at the ropey muscles of his forearms, scrambled at his elbows, and struggled to keep your thighs tight while your fingers slipped uselessly over his.

“What’s it about humans and wanting punished?”

Switching tactics, you reached back, tugging at Grimmjow’s hair.

“Please don’t say anymore,” you said, one of your hands holding onto the sharp, exaggerated cheekbone of his fragmented mask as the other gripped at the roots of any hair you could hold.

“Why? I liked it too. Everyone looks better roughed up,” Grimmjow said. His fingers forced between your thighs in earnest.

The moment you moved to stop him, you found yourself bouncing on the mattress you’d gotten cheap, third-hand, and feeling like springboard. If Grimmjow hadn’t grabbed you, you would’ve rolled to the floor.

As he lay on his lap, your ass comfortably in range of his prominent hand, you wish you’d rolled to the floor.

At least your face was pressed into the sheets and he wasn’t forcing you to look him in the eyes. At least he was tugging your underwear down your thighs instead of ripping through them. At least he was doing exactly what you wanted while being blessedly sile—

“I don’t get why you watch videos of it, but don’t say you want it,” he said, ruining your list of things to be grateful for. “You humans….so scared to say you like this stuff when that’s half of what the video box plays. That’s what I’m punishing you for. Not gonna stop till you tell me what you want.”

Grimmjow talks about it so casually that you’re blindsided by the first hit and you cough on inhaled spit.

He squeezes one cheek, toying with it until you calm.

Then smacks you again.

Your legs tremble and hips circle by the third hit.

“Us hollows have hard skin,” he grunts as he smacks you again. “Im barely hitting, y’know. You’re just sensitive.”

Grimmjow makes every spank unpredictable. Some coming right after another while others strike after he’s massaged the blanket of stinging needles from your ass cheeks.

The only sound you can bear to emit are cries from being smacked and moans as he works you up between them.

Admitting you like all the things in the porn he caught you watching seems impossible. Saying you want him to hit harder and more and do it all while he’s inside you is an insurmountable task.

“Say something and I’ll pull your hair,” Grimmjow purrs.

Your face is hot and sticky from breathing into the sheets as you turn so your cheek is rubbing against the lowest thread count known to home goods.

He spanks you several times before you can from words beyond ‘uh’ or ‘it uh’.

“It feels good.”

“You like it a lot?”

Grimmjow’s fingers, the curve of his nails less wicked than he likes them to be, but rounded so he can touch you, unfettered, move to where your hair has been gathered into a thick scrunchie.

“Yes,” you agree as he spanks you and pulls your hair and grows harder underneath you.

You’re mutually stubborn, but Grimmjow is sure to hear the words he wants by the end of the night. He’s relentless. He can claw anything from anyone.

All you have to cling to is a crust of human shame thinly withholding your desires. Still, you twist sheets into your fists as he lifts your head and spanks you again.

You cling.

#reader: I’ll NEVER be honest about my desires!!!!! #Grimmjow: damn ma you live like this #Grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #bleach imagines #Grimmjow x you #okay I’m finally posting kink asks pls hold your applause at my below bare minimum ❤️

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Twisted Fates

Part Four

(Part One)

For other parts please see my masterlist ^.^

It was like a colorful tunnel that he was sent back through, red, blue and purple would zap away beside him at random moments. 

What the hell was happening? A tingling feeling shot through his body, making him shut his eyes as the jolts were faint and a tad bit painful. 

When he opened his eyes, they widened at the sudden bright light, squinting. 

"--ways, wanna hang out at the arcade after school?" He heard someone ask. 

It was a familiar voice, once he hadn't heard since he graduated from high school. He blinked a few times, able to focus his eyes and find a black haired male leaning on his desk. 

"..Ma..tsuo..." He let out softly. 

After graduation, his group of friends all split up, so he didn't hear from any of them afterwards. Matsuo, a male who dyed his hair black once he noticed the females loved that color on him..also a womanizer and heart breaker. 

He turned his head to find the other long lost friend, "Ryu". 

This particular friend, Grimmjow often wondered if he was even human. Ryu was a male who stayed calm even in the most desperate situations, such as when an aggressive class president asked him out and went ape shit when he said she was too manly. 

Despite his aloof exterior, Ryu liked all things cat-like. His hair was rather long and he kept his bangs pinned away with a hair-clip. 

"Ya in or what?" Someone else asked as he felt them slap their hand onto his shoulder, leaning in with narrowed eyes "I heard some of the girl's from the class next door are going too". 

Lastly, there was Tsueno, also know as Tsu. His hair was dyed as well, the top being a dark red and the bottom his natural hair color: black. 

Tsu was cold, hot headed and didn't exactly play well with others, kinda like Grimmjow. He had piercings on his ears, his lip and eyebrow and secretly had gotten a tattoo on his back last summer. He often was questioned if he was part of the Yakuza, his demeanor certainly matched it. He was easy to get along with once you got past his rebel look and he had woman all over him all the time, he often skips class to take a nap at one of the stairways where they usually hang out. 

"Tsu.." He let out, surprised to see the male as well. 

He was in complete shock that he was actually back in high school. Wait! He scanned the room, over all the males and females until he found her. 

Y/n. 

She had her nose buried in a book, despite how rowdy the classroom was with it getting ready for the exams. 

"Yo! Earth to Grimmjow!" Matsuo drawled "What's with you? You're out of it today". 

"Huh..." Grimmjow let out, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

 In high school, he never thought about how much they meant to him even though at times they were a pain to be around. But he realized after graduating, his world revolved around them and high school. And if he'd taken it all more seriously, maybe he wouldn't have ended up at such a shit job and a shitty life while everyone else went on to actually do something with their lives. 

"Arcade or no?" Ryu asked "I saw a cute plushie there the other day, I'm going to get it even if I have to waste all my money". 

"If only you gave the girls the same amount of attention you give your cat obsession" Matsuo deadpanned "You'd have a girlfriend by now at least". 

"If she's cute enough like my Miku-chan, then maybe she can have me" Ryu said softly, closing his eyes "Miku-chan...I hope she's alright all alone at home...". 

"Damn cat should be grateful someone cares about her this much" Tsu muttered as he sat down in the desk behind Grimmjow "By the way, where were you yesterday? You missed it, Matsuo had a milkshake thrown at him by some girl". 

"Yesterday?" Grimmjow spoke, thinking about it. 

He could only remember what he did as his future self, not as his teenage self.

 "Uh..I passed out" he lied, ruffling his hair, his eyes still full of shock and surprise.

 His hair was a bit shorter yet wild, man...he really missed this. 

"So ya in or not?" Tsu asked. 

"Yeah" he said, eyes glancing back over at Y/n as the bell rang "I'll meet you guys there, I gotta do something".

 "Whatever, we'll go on ahead if you don't show up" Matsuo reminded as the three got up and fell into the horde of students leaving the classroom. 

He gathered his books and shoved them into his bag, looking back over at the girl, who hadn't even moved from her chair yet, seemingly engrossed in her book.

 What was she doing?

 He threw the bag over his shoulder, his black uniform jacket unzipped and revealed the white shirt underneath as he walked. Should he talk to her now? 

He had no idea when he was going to be sent back, so there was no time to waste right? 

Should he act nice? Or the usual so that she didn't think he was trying to prank her or something? 

He cleared his throat, standing in front of her desk. 

She looked up, eyes widened as her cheeks grew warm "G..Grimmjow...kun..?". 

He looked away, still unable to process that he was actually back here "...are you staying after school for a club or something?" He asked. 

"Well..it's my turn for clean up duties today..so yeah" she explained. 

"Hm?" He let out, looking over at the chart for duties, sure enough her name was on it for today as well as another "Isn't Sahara supposed to clean too?". 

She smiled nervously, lowering her gaze "It's okay..no one ever stays to help me anyways". 

He looked back down at her, what was he supposed to do now?

 Become her best friend? 

Didn't she have any friends? 

"Grimmjow-kun.." She let out softly "Are you okay?...".

 "I'm fine" he grunted "...you don't have any friends who'll stay behind and help?".

 "Not in this class, no" she smiled sheepishly "..please don't be offended but...why are you..talking to me?". 

His eyes widened, "..huh?". 

"You've never even noticed me before, and we've been in the same class since middle school...ah, is this about the other day? When I bumped into you and made you drop your bag? I'm said I was sorry...". 

"The fuck are you talking about?" He sighed, ruffling his hair once more "I don't even remember that..". 

“There it is..." She said with a sad smile, "If it's not your group, you don't bother to remember anything else...". 

Was that how he was? 

Ah, he remembered now. He really was this way back then, that's how he made it through school without ever knowing who Y/n was. He forgot all about her after the confession. How could he get close to her without her being suspicious? Wait, he recalled his teacher nagging him about getting a tutor to boost his grades. 

He scowled, "I remember whatever is important...whatever. What subject are you good at?". 

"Huh?" She said wide eyed "Umm...English I guess..why?".

 "I'll stay and help you, but you gotta hep me study for the exams" he said as he tossed his bag onto a nearby desk "Got it?". 

Eyes still wide, she watched as he took off his jacket, the warmth on her cheeks growing worse as she could see his muscled arm and back thanks to the thin fabric.

 "..yeah.." She buried her face in her hands "..okay".

 He spared a glance at her, thinking back to her dead body. 

He shook his head, that's what he was here for! 

To find the person who's going to kill her in the future!

 "Get your ass up and start cleaning!" He deadpanned, prompting her to jump up from the chair. 

"Y-yes sir!" She stammered out.

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[unohanadaydreams]

It’s the live blogging for the beginning of the Arrancar arc that I forgot to post after I read it. Just a warning that I talk way too much in this one.

Ichigo looks genuinely SO scared that Tatsuki can see his deputy badge. Not just shocked, but scared. He doesn’t want her to be a target, but as we know, she becomes one after not dying immediately after Yammy does his mass soul suck.

He just got back from the Soul Society and it’s like he’s just remembering ‘oh fuck, I’m home again and all the people I care about are still at risk. Saving Rukia didn’t suddenly change that’.

That one, big battle against Byakuya didn’t suddenly end everything. The world is still changed for him and for the people around him and the happily ever after didn’t come just because he won.

Not sure, because I haven’t gotten to when Ichigo actually takes Shinji up on his offer, but I’m sure what Isshin says is the Central 46 cover up version of things, because as we know, it’s not true.

And Isshin saying this is very funny, because you are ALSO a lawless ex-soul reaper, sir. If you stepped foot in the Seireitei, they would beat the shit out of you. The remaining Shibas would flower cannon their way in and join the party, too (mostly because that’s how they express concern, but yknow).

Real friendship is being so horribly gross to each other that you are embarrassed for yourself and each other. Shinji doesn’t even wanna do this, it’s just something he has to do, to preserve his shaken honor and to make Hiyori regret the day she thought touching his pancake ass was a good idea.

Okay, so I don’t have anything grand to say, just that I really enjoy how ALL of the Arrancars are introduced in the sexiest way possible on panel. Even Yammy looks great when he’s introduced. RIP to the ppl who only know these characters from the anime, because the optics of this arc was lost in translation, for sure.

Like, the designs of the Arrancar are literally so fucking good. Even the designs that ppl say are “ugly” fuck so hard. Kubo truly is un fucking beaten at making seggsy characters.

God this panel FUCKS. Not only the swaths of black that signify Hichigo trying his best to take control of Ichigo the moment he sees a strong opponent, but the way that Ichigo automatically looks to Orihime and Chad because he is genuinely scared that once he loses control, they will be as likely a target as the Arrancar.

It also makes his consequent instinct to push them both away later on, both in his reluctance to speak to Orihime and his insistence that Chad run away instead of fight beside him, more nuanced later on.

He’s not just guilty. He’s scared. He knows that Shinji is right, as much as doesn’t want to get involved with him. The idea that he would not just fail to protect his friends, but be the one putting them in danger pulls him back to how he felt in the beginning, when he was made to realize that his friends and family where at risk due to his spiritual pressure luring in hollows/giving them sight and powers.

And once again, Rukia forces him to understand its not something he can change. And it’s not something he can shoulder alone. Not just when she forces him to speak to Orihime with some fucking honesty in his voice, but also when she looks disappointed at Chad running the opposite direction of Ichigo when Grimmjow shows up, because there is only one reason he would do that (because Ichigo was scared and told him to leave).

Sometimes you just have to slap the self destructive tendencies out of your local human delinquent turned friend because he’s so used to aggression that its the way he’s most comfortable speaking about his baggage in any capacity.

Damn, ma, how’d you package all these onigiri? And don’t you fucking lie to me 🔪🔪🔪

The concept that there are soul reapers that don’t understand mass production is actually so fucking funny.

They go to the human world and treat malls like modern day castles. They are humble gods lording over their mall food court feast.

This is how I know the majority of shinigami know how to sew and cook, because there is no way they can just pop into some local convenience store or fast fashion shop.

Except for the 12th division/R&D. They eat like malnourished college kids trying to develop scurvy for the fun of it and wear embarrassing merch after they spill mountain dew on themselves.

I know some people don’t like that Orihime has so much time dedicated to her feelings of jealousy, but I think its one of the best handled parts of this arc, because her jealousy stems first and foremost from her insecurity that she no longer belongs--that for all her smarts and unique powers, it is not enough and will never be--she is not enough and never will be.

Orihime just got back from the Soul Society, where she feels she has done nothing of help, and she comments on this multiple times. She was not hurt, because she did not battle, and could not hear Isane call out the news of Aizen’s betrayal. She was not strong enough to help Uryu against Mayuri or Ichigo against Byakuya. 

She doesn’t view her contributions in Soul Society as valid, because she is not proficient in battle and above that, she does not want to kill people, even enemies. How could she possibly belong to the same world as Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu when the sight of complete strangers being blown to bits makes her crumple and her every attempt to fight is met with an immediate defeat.

This growing sense of insecurity is fully aggravated to something unbearable when the arrancars show up and Tatsuki, Chad, and Ichigo are all harmed and nothing she does is good enough to stop it. Not just that, but everyone seems to drift farther away from her afterwards. She knows its because they feel bad too, but it sucks. It feels like she’s lost her friends even when they’re right there, avoiding making eye contact with her.

And, I’m sure Orihime does feel jealous of the connection Rukia has with Ichigo, of her ability to make Ichigo stand up and look his fears in the eye, but that seems like the easier thing to admit than that she feels completely unimportant and useless as a person compared to someone like Rukia, who originates from the supernatural world that Orihime is struggling to navigate.

Not just that, but Rangiku is EXACTLY right. It is very human to reject those kinds of feelings or take those feelings and weaponize them in an attempt to put power over someone and therefore those feelings.

But, Orihime doesn’t do that. She is thankful to Rukia. She loves Rukia. She loves that Ichigo can depend on Rukia--that she and her friends can depend on Rukia.

She has emotional competence and strength that a lot of teenagers straight up do not have and she cries to Rangiku, convinced that she is irredeemable and weak for admitting that she wants to be more. That she wants to be grown up and graceful and strong and she doesn’t like herself compared to Rukia.

I also really like the full scope of what Rangiku says, because AGAIN, she’s right. The idea that you only need one person and that Ichigo doesn’t draw his strength from all his friends and family, isn’t true. The idea that Orihime is losing a competition and Ichigo has already chosen the winner isn’t true.

Calm down, Orihime. Keep doing your best for the people you love. Keep doing your best by Ichigo and he’ll keep doing his best for the people he loves. He’ll keep doing his best by you, too. Nothing’s been lost and nothing’s been won. You’ve seen the finish line already--death--and all you can do now keep trying to fight it.

I just really like how well they lead up to this moment, because Orihime does broadcast her feelings of insecurity, even when she dresses it up as her being silly and care-free through out the previous arc and beginning of this one. And how they execute it, as well.

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