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.
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maggie's altars* :
hermes
espresso grounds
cat treats
feathers
gold candles
coins from around the world and different ages
yellow and orange post-it notes
the fool, the magician, the hanged man, and all ace tarot cards
a joint
alexandrite, citrine, sodalite, ruby, and leopard skin jasper crystals and stones
ariadne
rubik's cube
puzzle boxes with yarn in the center
red & gold candles
wine corks
snake sheddings (naturally found, as whole as possible)
chalice for bourbon/wine
pearl necklace
the empress, the star, temperance, and all queen tarot cards
lodestone, rose quartz, citrine, and flower agate crystals and stones
hypnos
opium pipe
pressed poppies
lavender
black & white candles
hematite ring
a couple mini notebooks that functioned as dream journals
a clear quartz pendulum with its own stand
the wheel of fortune, strength, ten of cups, and page of cups tarot cards
smoky quartz, peach moonstone, lapis lazuli, tiger's eye, and obsidian crystals and stones
dionysus
leopard skull
black & purple candles
wine corks
chalice for wine
pinecones & evergreen clippings
vine fruits, primarily grapes & strawberries
black scrying mirror
a bloodstone figurine of a leopard
garnet and carnelian beaded bracelets and anklets
the hierophant, death, and the devil tarot cards
grape agate, sugilite, and amethyst crystals and stones
pan
assorted wildflower honey
mushrooms
brown & green candles
wood and bone pan flute
goat horns
small mason jar of sea water from ionian sea
the hermit, justice, the moon, and judgment tarot cards
fuchsite, emerald, calcite, and flourite crystals and stones
*she has a different but close by space where she does her active work, with more practical tools and a more neutral space, but these line the room with appropriate distances between them lol
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala
Additional Tags: Lactation Kink, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Pregnant Sex
Series: Part 7 of Promptober 2022
Summary:
It's just… they’d gotten bigger, and Anakin was never the type of person to covet the unrealistic bodies he saw on the holos, but where Padme’s breasts had once fit neatly into his palms, they gradually began to overflow past the reaches of his fingers as her pregnancy settled into the second trimester.
Day 7: Lactation (Kinktober)
Author’s Note: The fact that there are no lactation kinks involving Padme on ao3 is astounding. Not one fic where the og star wars mom lactates. Can’t believe I have to do everything around here smh
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