Rin Thirst Headcanons Nobody Asked For

Rin thirst headcanons nobody asked for

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a/n: n/sfw!! totally random headcanons i started writing bc i was t h i r s t y. enjoy <3 im sorry i was so chaotic, my mind no worky!! ><

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“i am your wife”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· he's heavily injured and drugged with meds, and you're his wife.

⠀⠀➧ fluff | r. zoro  x f!reader | oneshot / scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none. mistakes may be present tho.. so do ignore them, thanks.

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed.

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: based on that one audio i heard from somewhere—and, hey lmao. still remember me? oh well, here's something after months of absence. 🤷‍♀️

your husband, zoro, was heavily injured after fighting enemies off when they attacked—and you, his wife, is beside him on the bed he's resting on, and your hand was gently stroking his hair, down to his cheeks, and then his chest.

“my wife...” zoro began, letting out a groan as he attempted to push your hand away from his chest, but having not much energy to do so.

“my wife, she'll get upset if.. if she sees you touching me like that, especially there on my chest..” he says as he looked down at his chest that you're stroking, a small frown on his face, obviously still under the drug chopper gave him. “don't touch me.. you're not my wife...”

“but zoro,” you whined, sighing as you smiled at him, still caressing his chest in that same gentle and loving manner, almost laughing at zoro's words.

“i am your wife...” you whispered, chuckling and smiling at zoro and his reaction—but he didn't reply just yet, just staring at you with his cheeks slightly dusted red, his heart rate noticeably increasing in the background.

“oh,” he gasped, looking at you with his eyes slightly wide as of a deer in headlights, cheeks flushed as he wore a soft smile on his face, also chuckling as he held your hand, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “right.. my wife. you are my wife. y/n.”

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The Bride and the ugly ass groom

It's my meme! it was made for me and my @skyscrapergods au!

Cough*

Jason’s design……

Next time I’m going to go ham with platforms on him like 👀

Not really a design I app for him. I feel like he’s not gonna go all out he’s just vibing idk. He set the makeup being the most prominent thing. His theme is dead boi

He does actually have the scars but I figure paint them all glowey and no one questions it?

He has fun being the zombie on stage and watching his family squirm when they see him in all the makeup lol

Blue lips cold skin wrecked fingernails

Bruce would have an attack 🤣

I don’t really know what to do with Jason’s designs and I’m open to any ideas fr

Official secret band AU!!!

Steph is drummer. Tim singer. Jason guitarist

I’m debating adding another but it won’t be batfam 🤷‍♀️

Just something quick because I couldn't stop thinking about Zoro's chest.

Warnings. Biting and hickies. Zoro is shameless, and Sanji is jealous.

Pairings. Zoro x reader

Like usual, Zoro rises before you, leaving you to sleep in while he goes and gets breakfast. The cook was most likely up by now. He doesn't bother dressing other than a pair of soft sleep pants, and his lips quirk when he turns to the bed before he leaves. You have rolled to his side of the bed, your arms wrapped around his pillow and hugging it to your chest. He leans over the bed, smoothing your hair away from your brow before pressing his lips to your forehead.

"I'll be back," Zoro murmurs, and then he stands to lope out the door and to the kitchen.

He can smell bacon sizzling on the stove before he even enters the kitchen, and his stomach growls loudly in response. He greets Sanji, his mood rather pleasant this morning after last night. The blonde tosses a greeting over his shoulder and continues to move the sizzling strips of meat around on the pan. Zoro grabs a bottle of water and then leans against the counter, watching Sanji cook.

Curly brow doesn't mind, rather at ease until he turns to ask Zoro to grab the butter out of the fridge when his eyes land on the swordsman's chest. Zoro watches the cook turn an interesting shade of red, his eyes going wide as he flicks them across the span of the green haired man's chest. He raises an eyebrow and then looks down at the same time Sanji points an accusing finger at his, his curly brows tugging down into a scowl.

"Stupid Marimo! You can't just flaunt all the attention you get!"

Zoro looks at the "attention" Sanji is talking about. His chest is littered with bruises and bite marks, his nipples a bit more red than usual from your ministrations last night. His left pec has a particularly deep bite, and it actually twinges a bit in pain when Zoro swipes a thumb over it. He smirks at the possessive display that you left behind and shrugs at the cook.

"Not my fault that _ likes my chest. Maybe you outta bulk up some, Curly Brow," Zoro quips and shoves off the counter, snickering at the indignant snarl that Sanji aimed at him.

He exits the kitchen with an extra pep in his step, mood further improved by poking at the cook, and meanders his way back to the room he shares with you. Zoro eases the door open and then slides back into bed, pulling you to lay across his chest. You grumble and fall straight back to sleep, and he follows after you with ease. Breakfast could wait.

Masterlist

I feel as if my taste in fictional men gets worse every day

At First Sight (Homelander Drabble)

(aka: Knock em' off his feet) Homelander x F!Reader (18+)

+ His first time seeing you. Actually, he's seen you in his peripheral a handful of times. This? This is when he gets a good, long, look at you. He's a little stuck to say the least.

Words: 657 (Short & sweet, I just couldn't help making a point.)

A/N: Oh how I LOVE down bad man. You can't watch the show and not know that whoever has his affection HAS him. This is my first fic on this blog, I've written a lot before, deleted my blog, and came back, Maybe this will bring me back in, who knows. (Ask box open).

Warnings: Cursing, Homelander craving you, a little too wanting.

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Homelander likes you. No, listen, Homelander likes you. These days he’s so brazen with it, and you can hardly walk into the same room as him without buzzing under his stare. However, I wanna start it off a little slow at least. He started it off slow at least. Kind of. 

It’s your third week in when he takes a good look at you. A rushed mission brief is called and Ashley, idiot, decides now is the time to try out a new presentation method. Handouts. She’s so fucking proud of herself when she steps to the front of the room and says, “I want to ensure everyone has a thorough analysis of the plan, as well as some facts about the landscape that I think—“

Oh please, he’s so close to asking her if she was shaken as an infant when he notices you. Supe by supe you walk around, placing a sheet of paper in front of everyone, & God the sight of you. You know how hard it is for someone to catch him off guard? You do it instantly, unknowingly, unabashedly. Honestly, it’s your eyes – wait – your lips. He can’t stop looking at your lips. Then you smile at The Deep and he has to sit back in his seat a little bit, scooch down, and lean over, chin in hand just to get a good look at you. You’re just about to reach Noir when Ashley musters up the gumption to ask, “Homelander, how would you feel about starlight leading this mission while you stay as backup?” 

He’s almost too slow to take his eyes off you, but he does & laughs incredulously at Ashley. “Why would I do that?”

She actually quick steps towards him, hand extended holding a sheet of paper, & places it in front of him before you can make it. “We’re working to establish your image with our female audience, ages 25 through 45, as a softer protector.” She says softer with a wince, like she can hear how fucked it sounds. He’s annoyed, and has to deep breathe his way out of showing it. What the fuck is he reading? It's a mess of statistics and a – quite honestly –l ameass excuse for a game plan that he’s happy to pass on to StarLight. Ashley finishes with “Currently you’re doing amazing with our male audience, but we’d like to shift towards a team player, lover of women image.”  

He’s a lover. Through and through, and sometimes hard to find. It’s there though, eventually you’ll get it. 

You walk behind him, and reach beside him to place a sheet down in front of Queen Mauve. You smell good. He tilts his head just enough to catch a sight of you without being too honest about it. You’re a sight. You know that? It’s enough to make his eyes drag down your body, stopping at your ass and then making a slow track down your legs. He’s a dog about it, and internally says fuck it, because then his eyes are back up and locked on yours. 

He hears your heart jump a little, but you’re a pro, because you just smile it off —fuck, you’re beautiful — and say “Good morning.” Before walking away. 

Fuck off, ‘Good morning’ , he’s salivating. 

“Good morning” he says kindly. 

He hasn’t been this turned on, this quickly in a long time. For a human at that? You’re a new feeling, one he can’t even tell if he’s comfortable with. So he’s gotta lock his eyes back on Ashley and pretend like he isn’t gonna think about you later. “Yeah, absolutely –” He waves his hand, & smiles, “– let’s show some girl power, huh?” 

One last glance at you, and you’re looking right at him. He doesn’t even hide his stares this time. His dick jumps a little at the fact that you don’t look away, and he makes a mental note to get your name after this. 

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A/N: *Screams in wanting him*