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𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── martin believes that he’s one of the top fashion influencers—one of the best. that is, until you “steal” the spotlight.

﹙ 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗨 ﹚ martin edwards x fem!r | 𝑐𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄/𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 + swearing martin gets jealous strangers to lovers photo creds to rightful owners ﹗

mysterious stranger in my phone -how to pull an idol (a series)

idol!martin x reader ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖When you let a random stranger rant for a whole ten minutes, you not only gain a new favorite band but also a devestating crush. ݁‧₊˚⋆ִֶָ

next warnings: suicide mentioned (later explained as a joke), cussing

tysm for requesting twinski!! I planned this whole thing out aaaand i fear it's gonna be atleast like 10 parts.....oops

@doofydumbfuck @taelvvrzz

bf!ichigo who’s so into his pretty girl, he’d do anything you asked him. he’s a sweet guy.

bf!ichigo who lets you sit down on his lap and pierce his nose on a whim just because you said he’d look good with it and you really want to match with him.

bf!ichigo who never lets you pay for a thing when he’s around and always makes sure you’re treated like a princess.

bf!ichigo who drives you everywhere and lets you play whatever you want on the aux because how could he say no to his girl?

bf!ichigo who goes to concerts with you and acts like your bodyguard the way he stands behind you and makes sure nothing bothers your experience.

bf!ichigo who loves watching you doll up while he lies down on your bed surrounded by plushies and the colour pink.

bf!ichigo who loves to help you out in the kitchen, he is your sous-chef, make use of him!

bf!ichigo who makes you sit on his back while he does pushups.

bf!ichigo who gives you a massage the second you complain about any aches in your body. lie down babe, he’s taking care of you.

bf!ichigo whose heart feels so full when he watches you interact with his sisters and make an effort to hang out with them on your own time (like when you come over to his house and jokingly ignore him and shoo him away to have some “girl time” with his adorable younger sisters).

bf!ichigo who loves to dress up in matching outfits with you, he looks forward to halloween every year because you never fail to pick the best couple outfits.

bf!ichigo who plans all your dates. he doesn’t play when it comes to you, your dates will always be romantic and fun because you’re together and he puts in the work.

bf!ichigo who loves to stare at you. god forbid you’re in the same room as him when he’s having a conversation with anyone, his eyes will be on you.

bf!ichigo who loves when you manhandle him. shove him around, he can take it. any excuse to be touching you, or have you touching him he will take. ceo of #ilovemygf.

bf!ichigo who only watches tiktoks and reels for you, he’s waiting for you to slither up to his chest and watch them with him (he also watches everything you send him and heart it every time).

bf!ichigo who only has social media to post you. his instagram is dry as hell but you best believe he’s got one post with you taking a picture while he’s kissing your head. you are also in his pfp and all his stories are just of you (and maybe the occasional hangout with his friends).

bf!ichigo who shares all his media with you and wants to consume all the media you’re into because he’s so in love with you and wants to know more about your interests. yes, he only listens to playlists you make him. yes, you share accounts on everything.

bf!ichigo who has your things all over his room. yes there’s a framed picture of you on his desk right beside his family. also, you are his wallpaper, so what?

bf!ichigo who has thought about marrying you every single day and he will make it happen when you’re both ready for it. there is no way he’s not making you his wife, his one and forever only.

© 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belong to kittentoki. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

ICHIGO KUROSAKI — the man who carries the weight of multiple worlds and still manages to be the most awkwardly sexy, selfless, protective golden retriever you’ll ever fall in love with. ALL VIBES, ALL SWOON, ALL ZANGETSU ENERGY.

𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖬𝖤𝖤𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦

He’s got that accidental heartthrob energy. You first see him from a distance—tall, orange-haired, casually saving someone’s life like it’s his part-time job. Bleeding slightly. Shirt torn. Mood: annoyed but heroic.

When you lock eyes? He freezes. Doesn’t say anything for like three seconds.

Then he blurts out:

❝You okay? You’re not hurt, right?❞ Cue the overprotective eye scan + awkward cough combo.

Meanwhile, you’re just standing there, thinking: “Did the grumpy sun just speak to me???”

𝖵𝖨𝖡𝖤𝖲 & 𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖳𝖨𝖢

Visual Aesthetic: Autumn warmth. City nights under soft streetlights. That “don’t touch her, she’s with me” energy.

Color Palette: Orange, navy, black, and soft white.

Clothing Vibe: Clean jeans, layered jackets, simple tees, scarf in winter.

Scent: Warm cedarwood, citrus, and faint smoke from being too close to battle.

Music Vibe:

“Hero” by Enrique Iglesias (ironically fitting)

“Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” – secretly his soul anthem for you

“Love You Like That” by Dagny – your theme for him.

𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸 & 𝖧𝖠𝖡𝖨𝖳𝖲

Stoic + awkward = dangerously endearing

Protects first, processes emotions later.

Sleeps late, overthinks too much, but would drop everything if you said “I need you.”

Constantly runs his hand through his hair when stressed.

Bites his lip when you flirt—doesn’t know what to do with affection.

Overpacks snacks if he knows you’re gonna train.

Worries too much, but doesn’t know how to say “I love you” unless it’s whispered after a battle while you’re falling asleep in his arms.

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱

You:

❝You ever smile or is your soul permanently grumpy?❞

Ichigo:

❝You ever stop talking or is your mouth permanently annoying?❞

…And then he covers his smirk with his sleeve.

He teases back, but gently.

Loves when you roll your eyes at him.

If you’re witty, he’s lowkey impressed.

He’ll play it cool, but if you call him “hero” sarcastically, he gets flustered.

Once you’re close, he starts throwing in little jabs like: ❝Don’t trip again. I’m not catching you every time.❞ (He absolutely is.)

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖸

It’s in the little things:

The way he looks at you when you’re not watching.

The way your fingers brush when you walk.

The moment he grabs your wrist mid-fight and you both pause, hearts racing, breathing heavy.

When you challenge his decisions and he just stares at you, jaw tight, like he’s trying not to kiss you.

It builds slow. Then when it hits? It hits HARD.

𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤 & 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲

The first kiss is hesitant, gentle—but intense.

You probably initiate it.

He’s mid-sentence, rambling about how he’ll keep you safe, that he’s not good at this but he cares, and then—you kiss him.

He freezes. Then his hand slides to your jaw and he pulls you in harder, deeper, like he’s starving for you. When it ends, he stays forehead-to-forehead with you and whispers:

❝You sure about this? 'Cause if I kiss you again… I’m not stopping.❞

𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖲

Late night ramen runs

Stargazing from his roof

Wandering aimlessly through the city with your hands locked

Taking you to meet his family (Yuzu packs snacks, Karin teases)

Library study sessions where he’s trying to focus but you're in his hoodie and his brain short circuits

Sitting on a park bench in the cold, your hands in his pockets

Best part? He listens. Remembers. The smallest thing you say = engraved in his heart.

𝖢𝖴𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤𝖲

Cuddling with Ichigo is safe. Warm. Protective.

You’re always the little spoon at first.

He wraps around you like armor.

He kisses the top of your head when he thinks you’re asleep.

Soft humming? Yes. He hums a melody from his mom’s records.

Will fall asleep with your hand on his chest.

If you pull away during the night? He instinctively reaches for you and mumbles your name.

𝖭𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱

From You to Ichigo:

“Ichi” – Soft, familiar, breaks him every time.

“Strawberry” – Used jokingly at first, until he starts blushing when you say it.

“Hero” – Sometimes teasing, sometimes whispered with love.

“Sunshine” – When he’s in a bad mood and you’re trying to drag him into a good one.

“Grumpasaur” – For peak sass mode.

“Baby” – You whisper it during forehead kisses. He melts.

From Ichigo to You:

“Dumbass” – With love. Absolute love.

“Princess” / “Boss” / “My girl” – Depending on your mood.

“Baka” – Japanese for idiot. Said fondly. Often with a smile and a kiss.

“Angel” – Rare. Said only in your most vulnerable moments.

Your name, whispered like it’s sacred. Especially when he’s holding you tight.

𝖣𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤

Living with Ichigo is like having a storm inside a warm house.

Mornings:

He’s quiet, groggy, hair a mess, t-shirt half on.

You hand him coffee, he kisses your cheek with a grunt that means “thanks, I love you, don’t leave me.”

Chores:

He does the heavy lifting.

You cook. He does dishes.

Laundry turns into pillow fights. You lose. Every time.

Evenings:

He sits on the couch with your feet in his lap, watching TV.

If you fall asleep, he carries you to bed—even if you weigh more than you think he can handle.

Sleep Habits:

Sleeps curled around you, hand on your waist.

Mumbles in his sleep sometimes: “Don’t go…”

Bonus? Yuzu and Karin call you “big sister” even if you’re not married yet. Isshin makes it his personal mission to embarrass his son. You? You just enjoy the chaos.

𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖤𝖭 𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖳𝖧𝖲

Ichigo is a deep sea of repressed emotion.

He doesn’t cry often. But when he does? It’s silent. Broken. Honest.

Carries guilt like it's part of his soul. Guilt over not saving people fast enough. Guilt over dragging you into his dangerous world.

Puts everyone else first—you’re the one who reminds him he deserves love too.

If you tell him: ❝You don’t have to save the world alone. You’ve got me now.❞ …he will look away. Jaw tight. Eyes red.

He's more emotionally intelligent than he lets on.

Reads your energy before you even speak.

Senses when you need silence or touch.

Will hold you all night without saying a word if you’re hurting.

He’ll never admit it, but he wants forever with you. He’s just terrified to ask for it in case he loses it.

𝖣𝖤𝖵𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭?

Unshakable. Pure. Relentless.

He doesn’t fall easily. But when he does?

You become his person. His purpose. His soft place to land.

He’ll go to hell and back for you.

He might not say “I love you” every day, but:

He checks your injuries first after every battle.

He memorizes your coffee order.

He always walks on the side of the street closest to traffic.

Devotion looks like:

Wrapping a scarf around your neck without a word.

Patching your wounds before his own.

Letting you sleep on his chest when he’s too emotionally drained to speak.

❝I don’t know how to do this love stuff right… but I swear I’m trying. For you. Only you.❞

𝖶𝖧𝖸 𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖮 𝖬𝖴𝖢𝖧?

Why he loves you:

You see through his armor.

You don’t treat him like a weapon—you treat him like a man.

You call him out when he shuts down, but you stay when he breaks open.

You don’t just love his strength. You love his silence. His fear. His fire.

You kiss his scars like they’re holy.

❝You never flinch when I’m angry. You never pity me when I’m broken. You just… stay. That’s everything.❞

Why you love him:

He’d rather get hurt than let you cry.

He listens without judgment.

He makes you feel safe, even when the world’s ending.

He respects you as a warrior, and cherishes you like a poem.

His love isn’t loud—it’s steady, grounding, real.

𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖲? 𝖮𝖡𝖲𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖮𝖭?

Ichigo’s possessiveness is quiet—but volatile.

He’s not gonna bark like Grimmjow or throw punches first.

But if someone touches you without your consent? Reiatsu spikes. Jaw clenches. Voice drops. ❝Take your hand off her. Now.❞ One warning. That’s it.

He will stand behind you at all times when there are threats around. Hand on the small of your back. Calm. Focused. Lethal.

Obsession?

He memorizes everything.

Where you like to be kissed.

How your heartbeat shifts when you lie.

Which hair product you use.

What your voice sounds like when you say his name half-asleep.

❝I don’t care if it’s obsessive. You’re everything I don’t want to lose.❞

He doesn't call you his. But his eyes do.

𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖣𝖮 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖸𝖮𝖴

Fight captains, Espada, Quincy kings, gods—if they touch you? They're done.

Take a fatal blow in your place with zero hesitation.

Heal your wounds before his own—always.

Sacrifice sleep, peace, comfort, sanity to keep you smiling.

Let you scream at him when you’re scared or overwhelmed, just to let you release it.

Bring you your favorite snack even if he’s bleeding.

Pull you into a hug and just stand there for ten whole minutes if you’re crying.

❝I don’t need peace. I need you safe. That’s enough for me.❞

𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳

Ichigo is your unmoving pillar. Your wall. Your sword and shield.

If you're doubting yourself, he won’t give you a pretty speech. He’ll just look at you and say: ❝You're strong. I’ve seen it. I’ll remind you every time until you believe it.❞

Holds your hand during nightmares. Stays silent. Kisses your fingers.

Carries you when you’re weak, emotionally or physically. Even if you say you’re fine—he knows.

If anyone doubts your strength? ❝Say it again. I dare you.❞ He’s protective like a volcano that hasn’t erupted yet. Always ready to blow.

𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖵𝖨𝖡𝖤𝖲

Ichigo on text is awkward but adorable. He’s not a texter. He’s a worrier with a smartphone.

— Usernames:

You: Sunbug☀️ / PrincessOfTrouble / SleepyQueen

Ichigo: orangestorm / youridiot🧡 / ZangetsuJunior (Karin made it)

— Vibe:

Capitalization? None. Grammar? Depends on his mood.

Spams “are you okay?” if you don’t reply in 3 mins.

Sends memes Yuzu shows him and pretends he found them.

💬 Sample Texts:

Ichigo: u home yet? eat something. seriously. im at your door. open it. you fell asleep on call again, idiot. still cute. if u smile at that guy again im breaking his jaw. goodnight. love you. don’t dream about anyone else.

You: Grumpy 🧡 Miss you. You should be here. Don’t get stabbed today, please. I’m in your hoodie. Come get it. Or don’t. You said “tch” out loud 9 times today. Everything okay? 😂

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖬𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲

You try to surprise kiss him in public.

He turns red. Yells. Knocks over a table.

Still kisses you back with way too much tongue.

Pretends it didn’t happen. Everyone knows it did.

He gets jealous of a literal waiter.

Glares. Growls. Pulls you into his lap.

Later apologizes while still grinding on you against the wall.

“He looked at you like he knew something that was mine.”

You get injured during battle.

Ichigo enters full-black-out-mode.

Protects you like a raging god.

Carries you home. Yells at everyone, cries in the bathroom, holds you all night.

You steal his Shihakushō to sleep in.

He finds you in it. Stares. Says nothing.

Just walks over, lifts you up bridal style and says: ❝You wanna wear my clothes? Fine. But next time, you’re naked underneath.❞

He blurts “I love you” during a heated argument.

You both go silent.

Then he backs into a wall and mutters: ❝...Shit. I wasn’t ready to say that. But I meant it. Every word.❞

You try to surprise kiss him in public.

He turns red. Yells. Knocks over a table.

Still kisses you back with way too much tongue.

Pretends it didn’t happen. Everyone knows it did.

He gets jealous of a literal waiter.

Glares. Growls. Pulls you into his lap.

Later apologizes while still grinding on you against the wall.

“He looked at you like he knew something that was mine.”

You get injured during battle.

Ichigo enters full-black-out-mode.

Protects you like a raging god.

Carries you home. Yells at everyone, cries in the bathroom, holds you all night.

You steal his Shihakushō to sleep in.

He finds you in it. Stares. Says nothing.

Just walks over, lifts you up bridal style and says: ❝You wanna wear my clothes? Fine. But next time, you’re naked underneath.❞

He blurts “I love you” during a heated argument.

You both go silent.

Then he backs into a wall and mutters: ❝...Shit. I wasn’t ready to say that. But I meant it. Every word.❞

Oh honey. Buckle up. This is Ichigo Kurosaki in the sheets: The Holy Sin Edition

𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮𝖤𝖲 𝖧𝖤 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲

Slow. Careful. Then devastating.

Ichigo kisses like a man with a million thoughts and no words—he puts it all into that moment.

At first, it’s gentle. His hand slides to your jaw. His brows furrow slightly. He wants to make sure this is okay.

Once your lips part? His tongue slides in—slow, warm, deep—and he groans like he’s waited years for this.

Neck kisses = his weakness. Your scent, your pulse, your little sighs? He kisses your throat like it’s holy.

Kisses between thrusts, kisses on your hand, kisses to say “I’m still here.”

𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖬𝖬𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖸

You in his clothes. Hoodie. T-shirt. Just his scarf? He’s rock hard in 3 seconds.

When you challenge him. You straddle him and say: “Come on, hero. Do something.” His whole body tenses.

Kisses to his chest or shoulder. He doesn’t expect affection—and it melts him.

If you cry or moan his name softly during foreplay? He loses all control.

You calling him "Ichigo" in that soft, broken voice. He’ll grab your hips like instinct and whisper: ❝Say it again. Please.❞

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖯𝖲

Ichigo doesn’t know how to say it. So he shows it.

Traces your stretch marks, scars, and thighs like scripture.

Kisses your stomach like it holds galaxies.

Mutters soft, breathless things: ❝I’ve never seen anyone like you… ever.❞ ❝I’d die for this. For you. Every time.❞

He’s not experienced in “dirty worship” like some. But his reverence is raw. Honest. All-consuming. You are his god, his altar, his only home.

𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤

It’s emotional. Hot. Slow-burn perfection.

He’s careful. Quiet. Wants you to be sure.

You kiss first. Clothes come off slowly.

He stares at your body like he’s never seen something so beautiful.

Before he enters you, he pauses. Forehead to yours. ❝I’ve never wanted anything more. You okay? Still want this?** You say yes. He groans and slides in slow, deep, shaking with restraint.

The first time ends with him holding you, hand cradling your back, his breath stuttering into your neck.

❝You ruined me. I’ll never want anyone else.❞

𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦

This is where Ichigo shines. He doesn’t f*ck. He feels. Every inch of you.

Eye contact. He needs to see you come undone.

Moves slow. Deep. Consistent. You clutch his arms? He leans in and whispers: ❝I got you. Let go. Just feel me.❞

Loves when you kiss his shoulder or bury your face in his neck.

Tells you: ❝You’re mine. Always mine.❞ while he rocks into you like you’re his forever.

He’ll hold your hand the entire time. Stroke your face. Groan your name. And collapse on top of you, forehead on your collarbone, whispering how much he loves you.

𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖤𝖣

Ichigo is a switch with soft dom tendencies.

Gentle hands, but strong hips.

Loves slow grinding with deep penetration.

Whispering “good girl” while absolutely destroying your insides respectfully.

Favorite position?

Missionary (because EYE CONTACT)

You riding him while holding his wrists

Spooning when he’s vulnerable

He doesn’t talk a lot. But when he moans, groans, pants your name? You will clench so hard he nearly finishes right then.

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖨𝖹𝖤

Let’s be honest.

7.9 OR 8.5 inches (can't decide)

Thick enough to make your legs shake

Slight curve upward, hits the g-spot without even trying

Not cocky about it. But when he sees your reaction? ❝Too much? No? Good. I want you to remember this.❞

He’ll start slow, stretch you out, and murmur into your neck:

❝You’re so tight, fuck… you feel unreal…❞

𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖲

Arms: Strong. Defined. Forearms to cry over. Holds you like a prayer.

Back: Muscled and warm. Great for scratching.

Hands: Big, calloused. Perfect for choking and tenderness.

Chest: Firm, lightly scarred, smells like clean cotton and rain.

Abs: Lean but not showy. Flex when he’s on top.

Thighs: Thick. Power. Stable. Perfect grip.

Voice: DEEP when turned on. Low moans. Breathless whispers. If he’s close, he might mutter: ❝Don’t stop. You feel too good. I can’t hold back.❞

𝖥𝖠𝖵𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲

Missionary (but INTENSE):

Deep strokes. Eye contact. Hand on your cheek.

Says “I love you” as he thrusts deeper.

Forehead against yours, breathless.

You on top (cowgirl / reverse):

Watches you bounce like he’s witnessing a miracle.

Hands gripping your thighs, trying not to finish too fast.

Loses his mind if you lean forward and whisper his name.

Spooning (slow burn):

Deep, lazy thrusts. Arm wrapped around your chest.

Kisses your neck while whispering praise.

Perfect for post-confession “I need to feel you everywhere” sex.

Bent over the sink / counter (quiet aggression):

Happens when he’s jealous.

Grabs your hips and takes you from behind, face in the mirror.

Grunts and bites your shoulder mid-thrust.

𝖯𝖠𝖢𝖤 & 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧

Default Pace: Slow, deep, hypnotic. He makes love like he wants to memorize your body.

When emotional or desperate? Hard and fast. Like he’s trying to bury himself inside your soul.

Strength? Baby… He can hold you up mid-air, one hand under your thigh, other on your ass—thrusting without pause. Slams hips into you so deep the whole damn bed creaks.

❝Hold on to me. I got you. I got you.❞

𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖡 & 𝖲𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖤𝖹𝖤

Ichigo grabs like you’re his lifeline.

Waist? Constant. Pulls you back onto him, fingers bruising.

Thighs? Obsessed. Grips. Spreads. Anchors.

Neck? Gentle thumbs under your jaw, kisses to your throat.

Ass? Full handfuls. Especially during oral.

Hips? Death grip.

If you ride him? One hand on your back, the other wrapped around your waist, guiding every grind.

𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖣 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖤

Volume Scale: 7/10 But when he’s close? 10/10.

Moans your name like he’s been starving for it.

Low groans that melt your bones.

Breathless whispers. Mouth to your skin: ❝F-fuck… you feel so good. So tight. So warm...❞

If you cry a little from overstimulation? He breaks. Gets louder. More desperate.

Hushed curses. Wet kisses. Deep gasps. That final grunt when he finishes? You’ll hear it in your dreams.

𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪

Shy at first. But once he starts? HE’S A MENACE.

Soft dom energy. Says it low, rough, breathy: ❝Look at me while I fuck you. You’re mine. Only mine.❞ ❝You’re taking me so good… you were made for this.❞ ❝Say my name. Come on—say it. Let them hear.❞

If you whimper “please”—he short circuits.

If you tease him with: “You gonna break me, hero?” He’ll pin you down and growl: ❝That a challenge? ‘Cause I don’t plan on stopping tonight.❞

𝖮𝖱𝖠𝖫 / 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖲 / 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖥-𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸

Oral (Giving):

Absolute king.

Spreads your thighs, face buried like he’s starving.

Licks slow and deep, holds your hips down when you squirm.

Uses fingers + tongue combo that’ll have you sobbing.

❝Let me take my time, yeah? You taste too fuckin’ good to rush.❞

Fingers:

Skilled. Curled just right.

Two at once minimum—works you open slowly.

Watches your face while fingering you, whispering: ❝There it is. Right there. I got you, angel.❞

Self-Play:

Rare—but when you catch him? One hand wrapped around his cock, groaning your name. He stops and smirks: ❝Well? You just gonna watch? Or help me finish?❞

𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖲

His favorites?

Praise kink (YOU praising him? He’ll lose it.)

Possession kink (neck kisses, marks, finishing inside you always)

Oral fixation (he loves going down on you. Can’t get enough.)

Overstimulation (he’ll edge you until you're crying and shaking)

Aftercare kink (holds you, feeds you, kisses your forehead like a good husband)

Slow sex as dominance. Not every dom is rough—he breaks you slowly.

𝖨𝖥 𝖧𝖤 𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖲 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖫

You want to see what happens when Ichigo stops holding back?

It happens rarely—only when he’s overwhelmed:

After nearly losing you

After holding back for too long

When you say “I need you. All of you.” and look him in the eyes

His spiritual pressure gets HEAVY. The air feels electric. He kisses you like he’s starving, pants unzipped, dragging you into the nearest room—or wall.

❝Don’t care. I need you now.❞ ❝Not gonna be gentle this time. You want this? You better take it.❞

He doesn’t ask anymore. He shows.

Hands everywhere. Thrusts deep, fast, relentless.

Grunts your name like a broken prayer.

You’ll be crying, overstimmed, wrecked—and he still won’t stop. (Until you’re full of him. Shaking. Barely breathing.)

𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖨𝖤𝖲?

YESSS. This man is repressed—when he wants you, he needs you immediately.

Locations?

Alleyway

Back of Urahara’s shop

Behind a building during patrol

Literally against a tree in Soul Society

❝We don’t have time. Just lift your leg. I’ll be quick. Promise.❞

Minimal prep (but enough because he’s obsessed with your comfort)

One hand on your mouth to muffle the moans

Finishes inside, breathing heavy against your neck, still trembling

𝖥𝖠𝖵𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖲 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖨𝖱 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸

Thighs: He worships them. Kisses, grips, fucks them if he's teasing.

Neck/Shoulders: Where he leaves marks—bite or suck, always hidden under your clothes.

Back: Scratches, watching your body arch under him drives him mad.

Mouth: Watching it moan his name? Favorite sight.

Lower stomach: Loves touching it after finishing inside you. Obsessive.

❝All of this? Mine. Every inch. Especially here.❞ [hand resting just below your bellybutton]

𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠

Ichigo has PROTAGONIST LEVEL STAMINA.

One round? Laughable.

Two? Minimum.

Three? On a good day.

He can go until you tap out.

Pace control god. Can go slow to edge you or fast enough to break you.

You moaning his name only makes him go harder. Especially if you say:

❝Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.❞ He’ll kiss your tears away and ruin you again.

𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖠𝖲𝖬?

HIS:

Deep groan. Voice breaks.

Buries his cock inside you, deeper than ever, hands gripping your hips like he might die.

When you clench around him as he finishes? ❝FUCK—don’t do that or I’m gonna—shit—❞

Sometimes pants your name. Sometimes whispers “I love you” into your neck right at the peak.

YOURS:

He watches. Watches every second.

If your thighs shake, he smirks.

Overstimulation king. Will finger you after, whispering: ❝You got one more in you? Just one more. For me.❞

𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖲?

Inside. Always. He loves knowing it’s his.

If you ask him to pull out? He’ll listen—but groan about it the whole time.

Stares at the mess he left in you. Wipes it up gently. Then kisses your thighs like a reward.

Sometimes whispers: ❝Looks better dripping out of you.❞

𝖠𝖥𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖤

Top-tier husband aftercare energy.

Immediately checks if you’re okay. Wipes you down, brings water, tucks you under the covers.

Kisses your forehead while breathing still slows.

Hums quietly while stroking your back.

Wraps arms around you and whispers: ❝I didn’t mean to get rough… you okay? I love you. You’re everything.❞

Pulls you into his chest, even if he’s sweaty and tired.

If you fall asleep first? He stays awake. Just watches you. Stupid in love.

𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖯?

Wrapped around you like a second blanket.

Arm around your waist, hand over your heart.

Legs tangled.

Whispers “I love you” in your hair before sleep.

Occasionally mumbles in dreams—your name, small curses, half-apologies.

If you move away? He pulls you back instantly, mumbling: ❝No… stay. Just… stay.❞

He sleeps best when you’re in his arms. You are his peace. His everything.

Dick Grayson x Reader

Procrastinating my main fic has turned into a full time job at this point. Small One shot of 20yr old Dick dealing with a break up.

poetry & such m.list

The academic world is in shambles.

Archaeologists in Kyoto have unearthed a sealed lacquer box from the early Heian period, tucked behind a collapsed shrine wall. Housing dozens of silk-bound scrolls inside, written in an alarmingly passionate hand. The team expects political intrigue, poetic philosophy – perhaps even religious text. Something to better understand modern humanity’s predecessors.

What they find instead is.. well.

Your scent lingers like sweet balm to the weary soul, salving my skin with saccharine lace and gossamer ribbon. Were I some less honorable being, I will have willed myself homebound, to embrace and consume you whole beneath pale moonlight.

It has been a fortnight since you last wrote. Do you intend to kill me thus, woman? Word by word withheld?

Send me a lock of your hair. Better yet a cut of cloth from your undergarments, for your weary king to behold. To wrap around his sword hilt, that every death may whisper tender of your name.

How strange the enemy, to write more often than my own wife. I shall be better off to assume affection from their corpse.

I am not a monk, woman.

Your husband returns. Do not bathe.

Experts are divided as to whether or not to classify the findings as early examples of love letters, war correspondence, or psychological warfare. A proud professor with alabaster bedhead sums it up best at a press conference.

“We’ve discovered the Heian equivalent of sexting.”

As of this morning, a response has been identified among the scrolls, penned in a markedly steadier hand –

You are no more an honorable being than you are a mutt. I shall love you longer should my hands not fall off first in clutch of this quill – and by god, you are exhausting, Ryomen.

A/N: my roman empire is the way i lock in for historical stuff

He had to go to patrol the city at night.

You knew that. He knew that. But the thing was, you both were ignoring the said fact. He’s the city’s protector for heaven's sake, but here you were—on his lap as he continued kissing you. His lips trail over your neck, your jaw, your hands—anywhere he can reach. “Just one more,” he whispers, but you both know that's a lie. He was into the whole superhero thing wayyy before you came into his life. And now? You're his world, his everything, he feels that he should rethink his decisions. He so desperately wants to spend his time with you, to not cut dates short every time the city 'needs' him. He needed you more. He wanted to spend time with you, to be normal, to be by your side.

So yeah, nothing about his kisses was mindless, in fact, his mind was full of you— your breath, your heartbeat, your scent, your touch. His lips chase yours like a sinner chasing salvation, with such raw desperation, it lights up your heart. He pulls you closer— impossibly so, and trails his kisses up your neck, marking you, owning you. His breath mixes with yours, clouding your senses in a haze that numbs your mind. Fuck, it was so hard for him to let you go to breathe without following up with small pecks. Trailing kisses over your collar bone, softly sucking a mark over your skin.

"You have to go patrol" you softly start, his lips worshipping you still, "the city needs their strong hero."

"Your kisses make me strong," he murmurs, voice soft, "and I need to be the strongest for you." Your fingers curl into his suit, holding him close. "You don’t need to be the strongest," you whisper, eyes searching his, "just be mine." And he freezes. A quiet, strangled noise leaves his throat as he drops his forehead against yours, completely destroyed by your words. His breath is shaky as he chuckles, brushing his nose against yours. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer, mumbling against your lips.

“One last kiss, pretty girl.”

୨ৎ MONKEY D. LUFFY crashes into you every night with the force of a boy who doesn’t care about consequences. your hips are where his face ends up half the time. your breasts, the rest. he sprawls over your body until he’s half-melted into the mattress, whispering the dumbest things with the most serious tone. your skin is always touched, his fingers twitching in sleep, palm splayed over the swell of your ass or curved around your ankle. you never sleep cold.

୨ৎ RORONOA ZORO never means to fall asleep on top of you, but it happens more often than it should. you’ll be beneath him still half-dressed and catching your breath, then he’s out cold, cheek against your chest, one arm heavy across your waist. he’s so heavy but sosososo warm too. when you move, his grip tightens instinctively. a knee slides between your thighs. if you wake up with your thighs sore or neck kissed raw just know that it’s all his fault and he won’t ever apologize. he sleeps with his back warm against your chest if you climb on top of him and make it happen. if your hand trails lower, he groans through his nose and tilts his hips into your palm without ever opening his eyes.

ılıılı shower and cuddles with dazai osamu request by: anon

dazai makes it sound like a joke at first. "a shower? with you?~ you’re inviting danger, my dear!" he grins lazily, acting like it's another one of his teasing games. but the second he steps under the warm spray and feels your hands gently guiding him, his expression shifts - just slightly. less performative. more real. like something inside him unclenches.

he's quiet under the water. not out of discomfort - but because he’s thinking. dazai carries more weight than he lets on, and something about the rhythm of water, your closeness, the steam curling around his body - it makes him still. it gives him a reason to stop running, even if just for a little while.

A/N: I couldn't sleep so I wrote this

Once things get serious Dazai doesn’t ask you to commit double suicide with him anymore. In the beginning, back when it was just flirting and nothing more he had no problem asking you to take your lives together. And when you two had just started dating he talked about how romantic it would be to do something so permanent,” an ultimate sign of love” he claimed. But when he realized he was head over heels in love, he stopped bringing it up. Because even if he still seeks an end to it all. He wants you to live for a long time after he’s gone. He wants you to achieve your goals and make memories. The thought of you dying scares him. So for his sake, all he asks is that you outlive him.