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keep the rin reqs commin yall i need him in my veins he’s so autistic i love him 🤍🤍🤍

rin x reader with extreme cuteness aggression towards reader? tysm!

Too Cute! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

a/n: YAYY this is so cute!! i love rin sm 🤍

cw: fluff— biting, cuteness agression (ofc), slightly ooc rin, aged up (ofc), pre-established relationship, eluding to female traits yet no pronouns / no use of yn, hugging, rin’s horrible at words, clinginess, not proofread

enjoyy!!!

Rin notices you in the stands, cheering for him. He kept a mean scowl on his face despite his cheeks and tips of ears being as red as a beet! Now, he has 3 sources of motivation for playing hard— Beating Isagi, Beating his brother, and impressing you. With only 2 minutes left on the clock, Rin made some insane plays and scored a goal. He looked at you with his usual grumpy expression, but you knew deep down that he was looking for approval.

After the game, you do your usual thing and run up to him. You don’t hug him— and you meet him outside the stadium. You know that Rin hates PDA, especially in front of his teammates. He believes it’s too “half baked” to show off if everyone already knows that you’re his. After all— despite not having major differences in his behavior, his teammates knew you were the source of his barley softer personality. He didn’t yell at them as much, nor did he outwardly collide with opposing teams to score a goal (He remembers you being upset because he got a nosebleed, and seeing you so worried is something he both loved but never wanted to put you through ever again).

Obviously, the two of you get into his car and head to your shared flat as you recap moments in the game and whatnot, with occasional comments on his side. Usually, he responds with “hmph,” when you say stuff about him being a star— he didn’t know how to handle your compliments. Instead, he’d just furrow his eyebrows and glare at the car infront of him as an outsource for his emotions.

Eventually, the two of you arrived at your shared flat. Rin locked the door behind the two of you, gave you a quick kiss to the head, and ran off to shower while you made dinner. Since he played so well, you decided to surprise him. After all, your boyfriend was a princess at heart and so, he took long showers.

Eventually, you hear the bedroom door click, and Rin steps out in plaid pajamas + an oversized t-shirt and a towel draped on his neck as he raises half of it to finish towel drying his sopping hair.

“Hey! How was your shower?” You asked him delightedly with your back turned to him. You, too, changed when you had gotten back. You were wearing a white tanktop with a lace neckline and straps, along with some soft sleep shorts.

“..’was good..” Rin answered absentmindedly. Then, he spoke again; “What are you making?” This time, his tone was slightly lighter. You weren’t looking at him, but he sounded curious. The kitchen DID smell delicious after all.

You chuckled softly as you replied; “What does it smell like, love?”

“..Um.. Ochazuke..?” Rin answered as he walked behind you. He watched you intently as you continued to add different toppings and whatnot into the stew.

“Ding ding!” You sang, as you turned around and faced him with a smile on your face. “You deserve it, you’ve won..-like, 5 games in a row? Plus, you score so much, and you played well today. Thought this would be a nice surprise, no?” You had laughed as you spoke, tilting your head and looking up at him.

At your words, Rin could feel his heart speed up. Rin Itoshi hated being pathetic. He didn’t know what to do with you— You were gorgeous. You were easy on the eyes, with long hair, a beautiful smile, and blaringly caring personality.

Compared to Rin, you were everything he wasn’t. He wasn’t the best at understanding how to convey his emotions. I mean, with a “deadbeat” brother, living off of horror movies (where communication leads to literal death), and being socially awkward— Rin didn’t know how to compose himself around you. Not when you looked so damn cute all the time. Not when your eyes twinkled and shined as if they were the diamonds. Not when your smile lines adjourned your face when you grinned at him. Not when you looked so pure when you laughed. Saying you looked effortlessly ethereal was an understatement. You just looked good— He didn’t know how to explain what you do to him.

The only way that Rin had learned to exhaust his emotions was through anger and agression. Since he was a kid, he’s been destroying other kid’s jenga towers, breaking his toys, watching movies where the only way people exhaust emotion are through killing and/or screaming, and being so incredibly agressive on the soccer field. So, looking at you right now led to him freezing.

Rin just stood there as you looked up at him, his mouth slightly agape. He could feel all these emotions burning and churning inside him, but he knew you were a human. You weren’t some dinosaur toy that could be re-bought or glued together, you were a human. You were his human. He felt himself growing closer and closer to the brink of exploding. He could feel his emotions building and he didn’t want to hurt you when he exploded. You were just too cute! He didn’t know what to do with his pathetic thoughts and emotions.

“Rin? Are you oka—“ You tilted your head as you looked up at him and stepped closer. Ugh— the way your eyes looked, your soft frown, and the way you looked at him so sweetly. What else was he supposed to do if not explode?

So, Rin lost it. He stepped closer to you, his expression unreadable. He brought his hands to your waist harshly as he pulled you against him with so much force that Rin’s back collided with the cabinets of the pantry he was previously standing in front of.

“Mmpgh—!” You had let out a noise of surprise against him as you pulled your head back. “Rin.??”

“Don’t.. just—“ Rin looked conflicted. “If you talk, I..”

“..What?” You weren’t getting the memo. Why would you? He was acting so irrationally..yet somehow, he didn’t care. He took matters into his own, dumb, hands.

“..You look so.. I..” Rin couldn’t get his words out. Instead, what you ended up recieving with a sound of “Hngh” comming from the male was a set of teeth around your exposed shoulder.

Yes— Your boyfriend, the cold, stoic, and sometimes emotionless boyfriend— was biting you.

“Rin?!-“ You gasped in surprise as the side of your neck grew wet due to his freshly washed hair. “H—Hey! you’re wet!!” you said, as his cold, wet hair brushed against your warm, dry skin.

He inhaled your scent before pulling away. He still held you against him, but Rin was embarrassed. He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze, as his face turned redder and redder by the second. “..i’m sorry.” he blurted out, pathetically.

You giggled. “What was that about?”

Gosh, why in the world would you giggle right now? Were you trying to make Rin get a heart attack? Rin resorted to letting go of your waist and instead pinching your cheeks as he dipped back down and bit your other shoulder.

“You.. you don’t know what you do to me. You just. you look so pretty, and you’re so sweet, and I.. I lost it.” Rin mumbled into your shoulder as he continued to bite it. He started poking your cheeks now, which made it even harder to speak.

“Awwh, rinnie, that’s— mmph— swee..th of you” You spoke, slightly slurred due to rin’s hold on your face. He pulled back and looked at you, his hands snaking down your sides and resting at your hips again.

“I don’t do this often, though…D-don’t get used to it.” He whispered out, getting lost in your eyes.

You stared back at him lovingly. “Hah, okay then. Whatever you say, love. Now, can you let me go please?” You whispered back.

“…No.”

“Rin— I have to make our foo—“

“Are you deaf or something..? I said no..” Rin snapped at you.

He turned you around so that your back was flush against him. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent again. He closed his eyes and leaned into you.

“..I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.” He whispered so gently that if he’d not been close to your ear, you wouldn’t have head him.

You lean back against him and smile, not caring that your entire neck to your collarbone was damp from his hair anymore.

“..I love you too, Rin.”

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Hey so I’m currently on my period n it hurts like a bitch so I wanted to request a cute lil fluff fic w a fem reader obv w Shidou Ryusei bc that’s my silly adorable little king😔😔❤️❤️❤️❤️ no rush🥰😍

ugh yes this is cute i love 😝😝

[petriiichxrr]

rin x reader with extreme cuteness aggression towards reader? tysm!

Too Cute! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

a/n: YAYY this is so cute!! i love rin sm 🤍

cw: fluff— biting, cuteness agression (ofc), slightly ooc rin, aged up (ofc), pre-established relationship, eluding to female traits yet no pronouns / no use of yn, hugging, rin’s horrible at words, clinginess, not proofread

enjoyy!!!

Rin notices you in the stands, cheering for him. He kept a mean scowl on his face despite his cheeks and tips of ears being as red as a beet! Now, he has 3 sources of motivation for playing hard— Beating Isagi, Beating his brother, and impressing you. With only 2 minutes left on the clock, Rin made some insane plays and scored a goal. He looked at you with his usual grumpy expression, but you knew deep down that he was looking for approval.

After the game, you do your usual thing and run up to him. You don’t hug him— and you meet him outside the stadium. You know that Rin hates PDA, especially in front of his teammates. He believes it’s too “half baked” to show off if everyone already knows that you’re his. After all— despite not having major differences in his behavior, his teammates knew you were the source of his barley softer personality. He didn’t yell at them as much, nor did he outwardly collide with opposing teams to score a goal (He remembers you being upset because he got a nosebleed, and seeing you so worried is something he both loved but never wanted to put you through ever again).

Obviously, the two of you get into his car and head to your shared flat as you recap moments in the game and whatnot, with occasional comments on his side. Usually, he responds with “hmph,” when you say stuff about him being a star— he didn’t know how to handle your compliments. Instead, he’d just furrow his eyebrows and glare at the car infront of him as an outsource for his emotions.

Eventually, the two of you arrived at your shared flat. Rin locked the door behind the two of you, gave you a quick kiss to the head, and ran off to shower while you made dinner. Since he played so well, you decided to surprise him. After all, your boyfriend was a princess at heart and so, he took long showers.

Eventually, you hear the bedroom door click, and Rin steps out in plaid pajamas + an oversized t-shirt and a towel draped on his neck as he raises half of it to finish towel drying his sopping hair.

“Hey! How was your shower?” You asked him delightedly with your back turned to him. You, too, changed when you had gotten back. You were wearing a white tanktop with a lace neckline and straps, along with some soft sleep shorts.

“..’was good..” Rin answered absentmindedly. Then, he spoke again; “What are you making?” This time, his tone was slightly lighter. You weren’t looking at him, but he sounded curious. The kitchen DID smell delicious after all.

You chuckled softly as you replied; “What does it smell like, love?”

“..Um.. Ochazuke..?” Rin answered as he walked behind you. He watched you intently as you continued to add different toppings and whatnot into the stew.

“Ding ding!” You sang, as you turned around and faced him with a smile on your face. “You deserve it, you’ve won..-like, 5 games in a row? Plus, you score so much, and you played well today. Thought this would be a nice surprise, no?” You had laughed as you spoke, tilting your head and looking up at him.

At your words, Rin could feel his heart speed up. Rin Itoshi hated being pathetic. He didn’t know what to do with you— You were gorgeous. You were easy on the eyes, with long hair, a beautiful smile, and blaringly caring personality.

Compared to Rin, you were everything he wasn’t. He wasn’t the best at understanding how to convey his emotions. I mean, with a “deadbeat” brother, living off of horror movies (where communication leads to literal death), and being socially awkward— Rin didn’t know how to compose himself around you. Not when you looked so damn cute all the time. Not when your eyes twinkled and shined as if they were the diamonds. Not when your smile lines adjourned your face when you grinned at him. Not when you looked so pure when you laughed. Saying you looked effortlessly ethereal was an understatement. You just looked good— He didn’t know how to explain what you do to him.

The only way that Rin had learned to exhaust his emotions was through anger and agression. Since he was a kid, he’s been destroying other kid’s jenga towers, breaking his toys, watching movies where the only way people exhaust emotion are through killing and/or screaming, and being so incredibly agressive on the soccer field. So, looking at you right now led to him freezing.

Rin just stood there as you looked up at him, his mouth slightly agape. He could feel all these emotions burning and churning inside him, but he knew you were a human. You weren’t some dinosaur toy that could be re-bought or glued together, you were a human. You were his human. He felt himself growing closer and closer to the brink of exploding. He could feel his emotions building and he didn’t want to hurt you when he exploded. You were just too cute! He didn’t know what to do with his pathetic thoughts and emotions.

“Rin? Are you oka—“ You tilted your head as you looked up at him and stepped closer. Ugh— the way your eyes looked, your soft frown, and the way you looked at him so sweetly. What else was he supposed to do if not explode?

So, Rin lost it. He stepped closer to you, his expression unreadable. He brought his hands to your waist harshly as he pulled you against him with so much force that Rin’s back collided with the cabinets of the pantry he was previously standing in front of.

“Mmpgh—!” You had let out a noise of surprise against him as you pulled your head back. “Rin.??”

“Don’t.. just—“ Rin looked conflicted. “If you talk, I..”

“..What?” You weren’t getting the memo. Why would you? He was acting so irrationally..yet somehow, he didn’t care. He took matters into his own, dumb, hands.

“..You look so.. I..” Rin couldn’t get his words out. Instead, what you ended up recieving with a sound of “Hngh” comming from the male was a set of teeth around your exposed shoulder.

Yes— Your boyfriend, the cold, stoic, and sometimes emotionless boyfriend— was biting you.

“Rin?!-“ You gasped in surprise as the side of your neck grew wet due to his freshly washed hair. “H—Hey! you’re wet!!” you said, as his cold, wet hair brushed against your warm, dry skin.

He inhaled your scent before pulling away. He still held you against him, but Rin was embarrassed. He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze, as his face turned redder and redder by the second. “..i’m sorry.” he blurted out, pathetically.

You giggled. “What was that about?”

Gosh, why in the world would you giggle right now? Were you trying to make Rin get a heart attack? Rin resorted to letting go of your waist and instead pinching your cheeks as he dipped back down and bit your other shoulder.

“You.. you don’t know what you do to me. You just. you look so pretty, and you’re so sweet, and I.. I lost it.” Rin mumbled into your shoulder as he continued to bite it. He started poking your cheeks now, which made it even harder to speak.

“Awwh, rinnie, that’s— mmph— swee..th of you” You spoke, slightly slurred due to rin’s hold on your face. He pulled back and looked at you, his hands snaking down your sides and resting at your hips again.

“I don’t do this often, though…D-don’t get used to it.” He whispered out, getting lost in your eyes.

You stared back at him lovingly. “Hah, okay then. Whatever you say, love. Now, can you let me go please?” You whispered back.

“…No.”

“Rin— I have to make our foo—“

“Are you deaf or something..? I said no..” Rin snapped at you.

He turned you around so that your back was flush against him. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent again. He closed his eyes and leaned into you.

“..I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.” He whispered so gently that if he’d not been close to your ear, you wouldn’t have head him.

You lean back against him and smile, not caring that your entire neck to your collarbone was damp from his hair anymore.

“..I love you too, Rin.”

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yayy all finished (i promise i see ur reqs guys its just finals week and im so stressed but i hope you enjoyed!!)

(but PLEASEEE send more reqs!! i will get them done i promisee)

bye lovlies!! -petriiichxrr 💕

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well helloooo thereeee if you insist (grins) can you maybe possibly write about barou barou kyun as spiderman with his reader bestie (who they totalllyyyy like)

piece of paper 🤍🕸️

a/n: thank you!! this was sm fun to write :)

cw: fluff— spiderman au, spiderman! barou x sunshine / bestfriend! reader , kinda shy reader, lowk ooc, no pronouns / use of y/n, not spellchecked or grammar checked, short-ish?

enjoy!!

shoei barou wasn’t an expressive person, so handling being a “mystery” man in the eyes of the media, everyday citizens, and the world, was easy for him.

he was clean, put together, and quiet (for the most part). to top it off, his daytime personality was bedazzled with his short temper, so nobody would suspect that such an explosive man could be so gentle, caring, and heroic when nightfall revealed itself.

thennn— there was you. you were observant, also quiet— well, kind of. you were the shy type when you met somebody for the first time, as you were with barou. however, as you two got closer, the two of you fit together. you were both similar in some aspects, yet wildly different in others. the differences between the two of you were just enough to keep both of you on your toes when discovering new things about eachother. however, your similarities were just enough. they were to a point that you found a subtle hint of comfort in him, despite his prideful personality and “arrogance”. you hoped he found it in you, too. the people who judged him didn’t know him the way you did…sure, he was rude, brash, and brazen, yet even you yourself couldn’t understand why you felt like there was more to him. you couldn’t understand why your gut told you to stay even when he said harsh things to you. he softened out over time.. or maybe, your skin got thicker. regardless, barou was still barou, and you liked(loved?) him for how he is.

conversley, as he got to know you, he realized that despite being shy at first, your true personality was also explosive…but instead of exploding with fire, you’d explode with sunlight. you were sweet, sensitive, funny, and you were such a ray of light that barou swore he saw flowers turn to face you when you brushed by— they were yearning for your warmth, your sunlight, your presence. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be like that—barou too, yearned for you. the same way that flowers did.

so, when barou’s “tingle” tingled a lot harder than usual, he knew something was wrong. in an instant, barou turned into what nobody knew he was— the “friendly” neighborhood spiderman that everyone seemed to love. the moonlight lit up the shortcut alleyways that barou used to swing through. the moonlight also helped to illuminate main streets as the silver of the moonlight crashed into the golden-yellow hues of streetlights.

as he swung his way to where he felt something wrong, he saw you, the sunshine in his life(that he refused to admit made him warm inside) being engulfed by the evil of the night.

barou swung in, did his spider-duties, and of course, showed off a little. with all of his pride, how could he not impress you? seeing you wide-eyed for “spiderman” made him confusingly happy inside, again, something he’d never admit to enjoying. he threw in extra moves, extra tackles, put in 110% of his power, and did crazy stunts all for you. eventually, after he got rid of the bad, he swung down and stood before you.

“..thank you.. i appreciate you.”

“…”

barou knew that if he spoke he’d give it away. despite your differences in personality, he knew you were just as observant as he was. he didn’t want you to know, no matter how much he wanted to boast. he knows it’s better for your saftey anyway, and obviously, his own.

then— you spoke again.

“..um..may i.. say something? please?”

barou had a love-hate relationship with how shy you were. if you knew it was him behind that red and blue detailled mask, you’d crack some joke with a beaming smile, teasing him for showing off or doing something dumb. but, he knew the real you, so, he didn’t mind, and simply nodded to answer your request.

“one of my friends, his name is barou, he’s a fan of you. i know because i saw a spidey-mask at his place once.”

ah. right. the day you almost found out. barou was exhaused from his nightly duties and then school afterwards. he became so stressed one week that he, of all people, started to get messy. that week, you could tell something was up with him. he was so uncomfortable by the clutter in his space yet he had no time to do anything about it. so, when you had correctly guessed what was wrong, he reluctantly agreed for you to help him clean. that day, as he did his homework and you cleaned, you almost discovered his suit, something that was usually meticulously hidden away, but in the heat of the week, was close to being out in the open. you saw his mask on the top of his dresser, and just as you went to open the first drawer to put the mask in, he had stopped you. you teased him and asked if he was a fan of spiderman.

“..yeah. so what?” it was embarrassing to say such things about himself. sure he was prideful, but he was nervous too. he didn’t want to blow his cover, so, he had to put himself on a pedestal. however— barou’s a human too. humans are curious creatures, and, naturally, barou wanted to know what you thought.

“..do you like spiderman?”

“yeah, i like him even better knowing that you do.” you had replied, as you folded the mask and simply placed it atop his dresser rather than inside a drawer. little did you know that the soft smile that was displayed on your lips was the very memory that barou replayed in his headeverytime he thought of you. why? he didn’t know. all he cared about was that he felt good in the moment, and that was enough.

so, as you brought barou up to..well, himself, he was confused. why would you talk about him?

“anyways.. i was wondering if i could getike a signature or something. i’m sure that people ask you this a lot, but his birthday is soon, and i thought that this would be cool.”

barou’s heartstrings tugged, just the teeniest bit. he thought that you thinking of him rather than being concerned about yourself was odd— you had almost gotten jumped by a group of weirdos. how come you were worried about him? why? but, who was he to deny you? barou simply nodded as you handed him a piece of paper and a pencil that you always kept with you. he took it with his eyebrows furrowed underneath his mask. he was confused.

“thank you!” you had said, half smiling because you were nervous. why was he furrowing his eyebrows? i guess spiderman gets asked this a lot, huh? you had thought to yourself.

barou had caught on immediately, knowing your mannerisms more than he thought he did. he softened his expressions as he handed you the paper back with a nod to acknowledge your thankings.

as you turned to walk away and told him to have a good night, suddenly, spiderman stood in front of you. he peered down at you, trying to keep a neutral expression. barou awkwardly pulled you in for a hug. his touch was as light as a feather, afraid of himself and how out of character this was for him. why was he acting like this?

nontheless, you delicately held him back, just for a few seconds before pulling away.

“i guess even spiderman has his moments, huh? anyway, i’ll let you carry on now..um, have a good night!”

barou resisted smiling behind his mask. thank god he had one— he was as red as a beet and as confused as a rabbit running towards a carrot on a stick. he awkwardly nodded before scurrying off, confused at himself, at you, and at the world.

you smiled. he felt familiar, his presence. spiderman reminded you of barou. you walked home, clutching the piece of paper spiderman had given you, as well as onto the gentle, awkward, and all the more endearing memory of spiderman.

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hii pretties!! so ive been on tumblr for a while and i wanna try writing and posting some stuff, probably bllk related for now and later in the future other animes as well :)

if u have literally ANY reqs i’ll do them (prolly gonna start out w fluff and later do both sfw and nsfw stuff)

send em innn i’ll do them the best i can i promise 🥺🥺