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THIS.

if you don’t like a character, then just…don’t like them. but if you don’t like a black character BECAUSE they are black (or any poc for that matter although black characters have the most prominent issue within the bllk fandom) and you only begin to like them to ship with a white/asian character? that’s WEIRD.

nobody gaf about loki or agi until hugo or teddy. and its fine to ship poc with white characters if you want to, this is a fandom space, ship whoever tf you want as long as it’s not illegal. but starting to like a black character SIMPLY because you shipped them with a white character??? you don’t have to like loki just because he’s paired with hugo. you don’t have to claim to be an “og agi fan” now that teddy is here. because that’s performative, and you’re really only saying that to justify your ship that never needed justification in the first place. it’s a highlight of internalized racism.

Reader x bllk boys(ikki niko,Yoichi Isagi, chevalier Charles, Itoshi rin) platonic ones will be for Itoshi rin, dad au, and also platonic friendship with Charles

Some will contain mentions of family issues I’ll select one known as guilt for a lover (your wife or husband dies type of guilt and they leave you with a child), dead Yoichi Isagi, suicide mentions, resentment towards the child reader (in the part where the reader is the child). Cute moments with Niko and Charles

Itoshi Rin isn’t known for getting over resentment easily. His wife died having you, something he didn’t want.

He wanted his wife more; you were the inconvenience that killed his wife, the only person who calmed his resentment, gone because she decided to have you.

Here you were, 12 years later, desperately trying to get his attention to feel loved, but he chose soccer over you, leaving you under the buzzing lights and echoing hallway where every step felt louder.

Your heart felt like shattering into billions of pieces just like your mental state.

Oh, how much effort you put in trying to make this fucking adult see you for you. Instead, he didn’t, no matter if you failed or got good grades. Your resentment for him started to grow. You cut your hair, you threw the scissors at the mirror.

Your face has that same angry look your father had; you would never escape that look. You looked so much like him. You stand in front of the mirror, disgusted with yourself.

To you, all you saw was a version of your father that you hated. You smile, coming up with a plan to piss your old man off by befriending Yoichi’s kid and bringing them over to jab back at your dad.

Ikki Niko! Who's a bit awkward with his lover because he can never turn you down when you ask for a date or to cuddle and hug, and he’s always bright as a tomato when you're alone?

Niko shows you anime all the time; you both bonded over the love for your favorite animes.

One of Nikos favorite things to do with you is when you lay on your back tired he likes to lay his head on your stomach so

“Ikkiii, why do you always lay your head on my stomach? I’m not a pillow,” you’ll mumble sleepily at him, but then you realize it’s cold in the room and Niko is only laying his head on your stomach to steal all your body heat like a moocher.

“Ikki! Hell no I’m warm for a reason get your own body warmth!” Your voice grated with defensiveness. “Hold still, you’re really warm.” His voice is oddly calm I mean no wonder because he’s stealing all your warmth!

“I’m about to beat this high score,” he glances up at you while you stare down at him, letting him lay on your stomach.

Chevalier Charles, who you were hanging out with today, what lead to this?

Oh well, it was practice, and you two were dying in the France heat. You thought about air conditioning and your favorite soda.

the minute you turn your head this fat ass drank all your soda

"CHARLES! YOU SON OF A BITCH! MY SODA!” You yell, I mean why wouldn’t you? It’s your favorite soda.

“YOULL NEVER CATCH ME!!!” He cackles like a madman before running off with the last bottle of your favorite soda.

"COME BACK HERE YOU BLONDIE” you scramble off the bed to chase Charles

The blonde kept running before slamming into a wall due to not having good coordination while looking over his shoulder.

"Dumbass," you thought to yourself as you stepped over him while he writhed in pain, rolling left and right, holding his head and yelping, regretting every life decision he had made.

Isagi yoichi, your best friend that you’d been by almost half of your life had ended up on the hospital due to complications with his heart

you had just been in his room the day before at the hospital hearing the monitor beat every second his heart did.

“I’ll stay by your side Yoichi, here let me tell you a ghost story” you open a story on your phone and clear your throat to read it.

Yoichi's eyes tracked your lips as you read the story; he seemed happy to be with the person he loved. “What happens next?” His voice was a rasp, hoarse with less energy.

"The girl trips as her boyfriend's shoulder is slashed by a chainsaw; he pushes her up further to save her and ends up dying." The velvet sound of your voice made Isagi relax.

A nurse came in to tell you that visiting hours were up. “Sir/miss, visiting hours are up, mister Yoichi needs to take his medication.”

“Oh okay! Yoichi I’ll see you tomorrow okay!” Your voice cheerful, You look towards Yoichi.

“Promise?” Yoichi asked.

“Yes I promise, don’t worry yoochan!” You reassured him.

You wave bye to Yoichi and turn out the door, walking down the hall with headphones on as you hum, already planning on bringing Yoichi a small keychain tomorrow.

When you got home, you fed your pets and slid into your desk chair. It twirled you around as you landed in it.

You look at what stores were selling cute matching anime keychains so when Yoichi got better he could put one on his soccer bag.

You found said store that did and went out to get them. On your way there, you noticed the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and smiled as you hummed.

After getting the keychains, you go back home and put the other half of the keychain, the matching one, into a box. You tie a bow on top and it’s ready for tomorrow

You yawn and flop into your bed and doom scroll on your socials. Noting the soccer highlights and all the Rin slander that you hearted because it was funny. You get tired over time and fall asleep.

The next day, you wake up a bit late around 1 pm, alarmed remembering you should’ve been there early to see Yoichi.

You scramble out of bed, face plant on the ground, and get back up, forcing sweatpants on a baggy shirt.

While fumbling, you yank your phone off the charger and grab the gift, slightly tumbling down the stairs and to the front door to slip your shoes on, grabbing your keys and bursting out the door into a sprint (ofc after you locked the door).

You make it to the hospital to see Yoichi's parents crying right outside his door, his mom on her knees sobbing as Yoichi's father holds her and sobs too, and you don't understand.

What happened..?

"Yoochan..?"

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I did the Niko part for @yunisliko for helping me early I’ll do a Niko smau for you to

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HELLO KITTY, YOUR SO SILLY !

𓎠𓎠 ♡ 。 rin itoshi x gn reader !! ꒱ ꕮ

✿ catboy rin itoshi headcanons ( fluff ) ︵◌

CATBOY RIN who never asks for affection directly, lingering by your side instead in a way that makes it obvious. He’ll stand near by, pretending to do or look at something else but his tail gives him away, slowly swaying beside him. If you call him, he’ll sigh like it’s a bother but he’s already by your side before you can finish your sentence.

CATBOY RIN who gets used to your presence without realising it, to the point that silence feels wrong if you’re not there. He won’t say anything but when you leave the room, his ears twitch in irritation and he clicks his tongue under his breath. A few minutes later, he’ll ’coincidentally’ end up wherever you are again, acting like it just happened that way.

CATBOY RIN who reacts instinctively to your touch, especially if it comes to his ears. The moment you touch them, his entire body goes still like he’s deciding whether to pull away or not. His hand might come to stop you but it lingers there instead, barely holding your wrist. He’ll tell you to stop quietly but there’s no real resistance behind it. If you keep going, his tail swishes faster and he turns his head away, ears lowering just slightly as he lets it happen.

CATBOY RIN who always chooses to be close to you, even when there’s no reason to. He’ll sit beside you instead of taking an empty seat across the room, shoulder just barely brushing yours. If you shift away, he notices immediately and even if his expression doesn’t change, after a moment he’ll automatically shift too, closing that distance again.

CATBOY RIN who gets quietly irritated when others get your attention for too long. He won’t interrupt or cause too much of a scene but his ears flatten slightly and his gaze sharpens as he watches. when the conversation finally ends, he steps in closer without saying anything, standing just near enough that it’s clear where he belongs. if you look at him, he just mutters, “you’re slow,” like that explains everything.

CATBOY RIN who shows care in small, almost unnoticeable ways. things you mention once suddenly appear later, your favourite snack, something you needed, something you casually liked. he never hands them to you directly, just leaves them where you’ll find them. if you thank him, he looks away, annoyed, and says, “it’s not a big deal,” but his tail flicks once behind him.

CATBOY RIN who isn’t openly affectionate, but softens in ways that only you get to see. his voice drops slightly when he talks to you, less sharp, less distant. his movements are slower, less guarded. he won’t say what he feels, not out loud but it shows in the way he stays, in the way he doesn’t pull away, in the way he lets you get closer than anyone else ever has.

Shidou Ryusei pussy slapping you until you cum. He had you sitting beside him, legs folded and spread with his arm over your shoulders. You could hear the breathy laughs that escape his lips when he had it pressed near your ear.

“Nasty girl, aren’t you?” A gravelly laugh leaves him. His palm lands against your pussy again. Your entire body jolts in surprise and the sting that occurs between your legs immediately morphs into pleasure. “Didn’t expect you to be such a freak. But I like that.”

A laugh leaves your lips. “Y-You seriously think you’d end up with someone normal? Please.”

He lands a slap on your pussy once more and you gasp. “Point taken. Now shut up and just cum, okay?”

He lands strike after strike and your body jolts each time. The speed of his strikes grow faster and the vibrations that occur could almost be likened to a vibrator. The heel of his palm lands against your clit each time, stimulating it more and more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“C’mon, cum for me baby.” He grunts, breathless against your ear and his hands grow faster. “Fucking do it.”

It’s not before long before your whole body tenses as you come undone. Your vision is painted in white for a split second and your body trembles. Faintly, you hear his voice talking you through your high that seems to last for an eternity.

“Mhm, that’s it… that’s my girl.”

or Kaiser helping his troubled girlfriend to bawl her eyes out!

word count: 2.6k

tags: fem! reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, edging, cockwarming, masturbation, Kaiser is lwk healing, maybe ooc kaiser idk how to write him, porn with a bit of feelings, condescension, not proofread writer is oblivious

a/n: gulp... ill delete this I promise... I promised to make this blog pure fluff but I can't help it. wrote this on the bus, posted this while sitting beside my mom

Kaiser really tries to be a good boyfriend! 

He courts you better than any gentleman should: showers you with gifts and money, has his way with words to make sure it strikes the right spot in your heart! 

And of course he pushes himself to be a better person to turn to! Has anyone seen the collection of psychology books stashed in his room? Full of marks and writings in there, each page painstakingly examined to learn how to handle your emotions. As much as cumbrous and difficult it is, he sincerely wishes to never betray nor abandon your trust once you finally confessed and uttered the word ‘love’ to him. If you couldmanage his standoffish and prickly exterior with such weak and pathetic insides (so gross and mushy like his bloody guts), why wouldn’t he keep up? 

At the end of the day, you were rest assured that there was nothing wrong with him trying his best to console you. So, you were left with the fact that it was your and only your problem all alone. Which begged a question: why would you bother Michael with your problems non-stop? He probably wouldn’t notice. 

Except he did. Seriously, did you think of him so lowly to consider using these measly tactics? However, before he decided to go resentful upon such disrespect and distrust, he decided to take the reins. 

Kaiser used every trick in the book: spent more time with you, directly told you that you could always turn to him, tried to distract you, even tried to make you cry to get you feel at least something! Ultimately, the sight of your slumped shoulders, heavy breathing, rarely sincere smiles, this weird feeling constricting your chest until it physically hurt and didn’t let you take a deep breath––it evolved into somatic symptoms, how couldn’t he abhor his helplessness?!––never left his observing gaze. He had to address the elephant in the room. 

“I don’t like it.” 

Kaiser lounged on the couch: thick velvet fabric of an expensive robe draped over him elegantly, another book about mental health rested in his hands, while he fixed his reading glasses––annoyingly rich and delicateview, truly keeping up with his ‘emperor’ style. 

“What exactly?” You were passing him though his words made you halt and turn your head. 

“You’re not getting any better, and you don’t tell me this.” 

His precise words cut through the air, as he looked up from his reading, staring at you with a somewhat stern gaze. The relaxed atmosphere of the living room shifted, like this uneasy plume began to seep from the corners and fill it. 

“What are you––” 

“Stop chewing your lip, first of all.” He pointed at your face lazily, which turned your lips in a thin line. “And don’t do that thing with your hands. And––” 

“Do you just want to scold me??” you boldly interrupted him, brows furrowed in irritation and arms crossed in this standoffish manner, like a rebelling teenager. “I’m completely fine!” 

“And... look at me in my eyes.” He went on patiently, exhaling through his nose, reminding himself the way he should approach your already vulnerable state. So, swallowing his pride, he mused, “Sorry, I’m just really concerned about your state. I can perfectly see that you’re not doing well, and you don’t tell me shit.” 

Sorry... did he apologise? Did he even realise how much it meant for you (well, and most of all, for himself, too!) 

Well, maybe for this occasion you shouldn’t act so immaturely... especially when he’s so composed and ready to abandon his pride. 

Your defensive facade crumbled as quickly as it appeared. 

“I’m sorry, Micha, I–– you’ve already helped me enough, it’s just... I don’t know. Something I have to go through and wait?” 

“So..? Does that mean I can’t help you anymore? Do I need to renew the boyfriend subscription?” 

“What’s the point of asking for help if it doesn't work? Just wasting time,” you rolled your eyes with a chuckle as a mere distraction. “It’s not even a bad feeling, you know? It’s just weird. I can’t even cry!” 

“You can’t?” Kaiser closed his book and put it aside, cocking his head in that irritating manner.  

You stood awkwardly in front of him in utter silence, under his full and undivided attention. Something about it made you uncomfortable till you finally spoke up. 

“I try to, but I can’t.” you admitted in defeat.  

“Do you need to cry?” 

“What?” 

Crying is a nice and healthy emotional outlet, Kaiser thought, glancing at the book beside him and then at you. So, he seriously saw no problem in his little offer––why would you get so tensed in front of him when hewas surely better than your friends who knew nothing about psychology? 

“Do you need a shoulder to cry on?”  

That was how he got you. 

Michael relaxed on the couch; his legs parted so the fabric of his robe opened, revealing his toned legs––from ankles to his tensed thighs and dramatic v-line of his bare hips with hard cock that nestled inside you now, enveloped in your warmth. You were stripped bare, completely nude, a sight of curved and sharp lines, etched and exposed body, connected with his by this massive length you involuntarily clenched around. 

“I-is it necessary?” you murmured in embarrassment, placing hands on his chest for support; the eye contact––clinical, honest, devoid of lust––only intensified this burning feeling. 

“I need you open and vulnerable, don’t question my methods,” Michael pulled you closer with his trademark grin to put you at ease, hands carefully placed on your waist, rubbing soothing circles on the skin. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“Don’t you know everything already?” you made a playful diverting jab, trying to lift your hips, which was futile with the death grip on your hips, strength that was about to leave bruises and was about to pop the veins on his tense arm, bicep twitched under the sleeve. 

“Sit still. And tell me again.” But his voice didn’t change even a bit, still the same calmness, maybe even laced with some gentleness that left no room for bratting, so unlike him yet so attractive. You could tell that thesick bastard knew it perfectly by the way his smile shifted when you clenched. 

Yeah, you gave in. Immediately. 

“Okay... so, I don’t know... maybe it all started when––” you were about to start when you felt the jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, finding his fingers on your clit when you looked down, lightly caressing it. “M-Micha...” 

“Go on,” he tilted your head to meet his gaze again, voice low yet firm. “Don’t be distracted.” 

Funny joke, you thought, again trying to veer this encounter in something more interesting––why did he think it’d be a nice idea in the first place? Especially when you were about to furiously grind–– 

“Uh uh... you stay still.” The hand on your hip squeezed in caveat, keeping you in place. Though his half-serious half-relaxed expression, totally not without teasing and mockery, made it clear that your whines and puppy eyes didn’t work. “Continue.” 

“I think mh... I have this little p-problem.” Your breath hitched as you started again monotonously, like playing the song you grew tired of. Seriously, if he had just wanted to tease you, he could’ve gotten a better excuse than your ‘concerning’ state. 

“What problem?” he pressed on your clit, feeling the way your walls clamped on him, your bitter face got weaker, more pathetic, and warmer (in contrast of chilly air of the room, leaving shivers at the nape of your neck). 

“I don’t mean to be rude w-when this happens,” you thread carefully: thoughts began to process slower, be it this plume of lust gradually taking over you mixed with this heavy feeling in your chest––funny sensation, to be fair. “I-I know I isolate when I, M-Micha, f-feel this way...” 

“Poor thing... how do we help you if you keep doing it?” 

Something about being pitied that way, your struggles acknowledged with a badge of honour, light condescension and a pinch on your clit, shoot sparks of pleasure through your body, as you writhed in Michael’s hold––you could be not a better person but you had an incredibly hot boyfriend! 

“They don’t... but I wish–– a-ah! W-wish they stayed...” you shuddered, squeezing the cock inside you that it only added to the stimulation. You closed your eyes behind fluttering eyelids, focusing on this sweet sensation that was about to melt. “I’m close, Micha!”  

And then he withdrew his fingers, leaving you whining pathetically. 

“Sit still,” Kaiser reminded you, not giving you a bit of friction against your aching clit! 

“B-bastard...” you muttered in his shoulder, pulsing longingly. 

“Me? I stayed, unlike them. I’m anything but bastard, liebling,” Michael chuckled, like you said the most funny joke, tilted your face, chin accommodated between his thumb and index finger, slight look of disappointment shown on his face. “You didn’t finish your story. Speak up.” 

You stayed silent in protest, only occasionally whimpering at the fading feeling in your core, but unable to retain like that for too long––in the end, he was in control of your pleasure! And especially today when he was extra gentle with his touches (and extra mean with his teasing!) 

“So... I also don’t like that they t-treated me this way...” 

Kaiser could go for hours like that. There was something fun in this repetitiveness––push and pull––and the way he played this game was nasty. 

The slick was oozing from your hole, running down his shaft, staining both of your thighs, while it seeped down his velvet robe; your pussy clenched so tightly and so many times, it remembered every vein and ridge, shaping to its mould. You were trembling uncontrollably, hips desperately trying to move in the sync to the waves of pleasure, scrapping your nails all over Micha’s chest and shoulders. That was all you wanted to think about. Micha and only Micha! 

He didn’t change a bit in his attitude: still composed even if his dick was suffocated and drowned in your juices, still demanding and keeping you talking like a doctor with a nearly conscious patient, pulling you out of the trance. He was devouring all your sweet reactions, all this frustration––both mental and sexual––until he heard your voice. 

“D-don’t stop! D-don't! Please please please I beg!” You were so sensitive, your clit was so sensitive to his touch, throbbing and aching, it was merciless to torture it like that! 

The way it broke at the end, and he forced you to look him in the eye and see the reddishness under the thick layer of tears. 

A little more, he thought, quickening his fingers’ pace, until he knew you were close; he knew better than anyone when you were, he mapped out all your reactions, the same ones he was drinking in. 

You were close... he could feel it, hear it, see it. 

Time to retrieve. 

He attentively watched your face, finally contorting in desperation, first broken sobs leaving your mouth, and the most important––pearly tears running down your cheeks.  

You broke down. And he couldn’t help but feel so aroused. So cruel, so gross, but so hard. His cock twitched inside you. 

“M-Micha, you’re sooo sniffle mean!” you cried, finally. “It hurts!” 

“What hurts, shatz?” his velvety voice remained so soothing, so patronising, so pitying. As if it wasn’t him ruining you with this smile creeping up, as if it wasn't his voice making you clamp on his shaft even more.  

“Everything! It’s s-so unfair, so unfair, so unfair!!” You sobbed in his robe, smearing tears and snot against the expensive fabric. “They’re unfair, you’re unfair!” 

Pretty cries echoed in his ears, like a nice symphony, before you boldly bit into his neck, sinking teeth deeply in the blue rose, the same rose that kept you in place. What would give him more pleasure than drive you into even bigger tears? 

“Poor baby, they treated you like that.” And he treated you better, of course he did, something he must remind you. He cupped your face, wiping your tears away. He loved the way he didn't even have to rise his voiceor come up with insults to make you cry even more—one of his favourite things in psychology. 

You nodded. 

“I-I can’t go on... M-Micha" 

“Shh... you can, you’ve been such a good girl for me.”  

He leaned closer, enough to steal a kiss, though he didn't aim for your puffy lips, but for your tear-stained cheeks. Boldly, he ran his tongue along the wet paths, moist muscle went up until it met your fluttering eyelashes. Salty, he thought. 

“I can’t I can’t I can’t!!” You writhed in the thorns of blue rose that kept you in place, trembling body pressing against his. You felt velvet against your sensitive, hardened nipples, shuddering once again—all of your senses screamed! 

“Just a little more…”  

You exhaled inconsistently but when you tried to focus on pleasure, a few more tears spilled down your cheeks.  

Reaching that point where the borderline between pleasure and pain was washed out, once Kaiser again touched your abused bundle of nerves. It was gross—the thought repeated in his head, circling back and forth. 

As more blood rushed to his raging cock at the sight of you falling apart, his head started to fill with questions: is he sick in the head? Making you— his only lover, the one who accepted him, the one he was supposed to protect—cry, feeling this twisted satisfaction. 

He kissed your eyelids, grip on you slightly loosened, as he nudged his hips upwards, seeing you shudder at the lightest movement. Maybe it was guilt overcoming his desire. 

“Okay, pretty girl, enough for you.” 

With these words he carefully flipped you onto your back, hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles, as he started to thrust and hit your sweet spots, already so sensitive you spill tears like nothing!  

“Shhh, you know I love you, right?” Kaiser buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling your hand tangling in the blond locks. 

The hands behind your trembling knees bended your legs, hearing your squeals growing louder with the new angle, repeating his name over and over till it was drilled into the back of your skull. 

“M-Micha, I l-love you!” You managed to choke out mid sobs, making his heart swell with this unfamiliar feeling, that made his pace erratic—he, too, had to tease himself throughout the evening.  

“Come, Maus.” He groaned, pressing down on your tummy. 

You came violently: eyes rolled behind the skull, cries mixed with dirty slick sounds, while Michael spilled his seed inside your clenching heat. 

Gasping for air, you came down from your high—it was lighter, now that this mysterious pressure in your chest was gone. You were fucked out but relieved. Nice sensation accompanied with sore muscles. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Kaiser’s analytical gaze.  

“Are you okay?” He fixed your mussed hair. “Do you need another round?” 

“Fine... phew... no more.” 

So he scooped you in his arms, laying down with you on top of him, head resting on his toned chest. 

“Enough tears for pretty girl?” 

“Yeah... it's easier to breathe,” you muttered at his teasing, before turning your head to look in his eyes, gaze softening as well as your voice, “Thank you, Micha” 

“shh.. Just rest. You can thank me later.” 

Kaiser really tried his best when it came to his relationships. And if he could help you his own way, why wouldn’t he give a shot?