Hybrid!Hanzo is a biter, even when he bonds with you. He likes it when you pet him, but when the pleasure gets too intense he just bites your hand. Not too hard though. Just a love bite, a bit play fighting even.
When he’s feeling particularly playful, he’ll nip at you if you so much as bring your hand close to pet him.
Hanzo never found any issue with biting you. Not when he was first brought into your home, not now after so long.
It’s a code of sorts. It’s a sort of trust, one unspoken and almost intrinsically given now. He could tear the flesh off your hand, make you bleed, or force you away like he did when he was first adopted by you, but now it serves as a lukewarm warning, mellowed by time and patience. It’s almost a jest, a game, a secret between you both–he’d never hurt you. He could, but why would he?
Laying down beside you on the couch as you both watched some holiday special, he scoffs at his past self: foolish for having doubted you, for having bared his fangs and claws. He stifles a yawn and flicks his ears back, trying to enjoy the moment.
The constant, absent-minded petting at his scalp, however, pulls at something inside him. What was once comfortable is now becoming irritating, overly stimulating.
Maybe he is more tired than he expected or he lost control–not that he would ever admit that–but when he turns to bite at your hand as usual, he’s surprised to hear you gasp. The hand in his mouth is yanked away and in his mouth, the taste of copper floods his senses like a raging river.
Adrenaline rushes through him.
Fight.
There is prey to be had.
The is blood to be spilled.
But he shakes his head violently, his ears laying flat as he eyes the wounds–barely there–on your hand. The syrupy warm yet sharp sensation of guilt floods his gut and he tries not to wince. He almost doesn’t want to look up at your face, but his eyes flick up anyway. Just in case.
You’re pouting, holding your hand against your chest.
“Hanzo.”
His ears flatten more against his head as he sits up. You sound so disappointed. So much for trust. “Apologies. I–”
You hold out your hand, a determined look on your face. Whether it’s relief that replaces the grimy feeling inside or something else, he doesn’t quite know, but he does understand that you’re not mad. At least, not quite.
Begrudgingly, he licks your hand. Once.
And you smile at him, giving his head a pat and he clenches his jaws. “Keep the couch warm, I’m going to get a bandage, okay?”
He nips at the air in affirmation, careful to do it away from the offending appendage and lies down in your spot when you get up. He rubs his hands over his face, a little exhausted from the brief exchange.
☆ You know those guys in like old classic romance movies who would take off their jacket and throw it over a puddle so the girl doesn’t get her shoes wet?? That’s her
☆ Arm over your shoulder 24/7
☆ Tries to act all suave but in reality she’s so weak for you, if you do anything remotely cute she will turn into a cerulean Mess
☆ Mostly takes the lead with things, and a big fan of pda. She seems to be pretty confident with these things, but if you surprise her and kiss her first, you’re gonna end up with a stuttering and blushing troll
I have some headcanons on Mallek already, but I’ll give ya a few more~
Mallek:
☆ An absolute meme-master, and if you introduce him to human vines there is a 100% chance of you two quoting them constantly
☆ Loves to hold your hand at every given opportunity. When you just chill together, when you’re walking around (the few times you actually go outside), he just loves the constant contact
☆ Legit he would wait outside the toilet for you to finish and then immediately grab your hand again when you get out, so ya better wash your hands
☆ Loves loves l o v e s when you wear his hoodie. You could be wearing dirty old sweatpants and greasy hair but to him you’re a goddess
this was sooo fun to write,,,,might do one of these for the other charas if you guys are interested 👀 hnnnnnn this is giving me heartache because y’all this is actually my mans,,,,,,like i don’t think ive ever loved someone so much (apart from toshi ofc) ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) but like,,,,,,he makes me weep and this ask made my heart weep thank you so so much for this also this is super long i apologise so so much shshwggw
he’s such a hopeless romantic and he’s read so many books, you cannot tell me some of them weren’t like romance etc
so my boy took tips from these books wanting his proposal to be the most amazing thing you’ve seen because he just loves you so much
so he’s been preparing it; ordering flowers, setting up an entirely secret room that you had no idea of and planning everything to the dot
when the day came, he left little notes strewn around the castle promising a ‘treasure’ at the end of the search
you were amused somewhat but played along
when you opened the door, he immediately took you into his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head; there were roses all around and the moonlight was shining right over you through a large window
pulling away, he took your hands into his, bringing them to his lips before getting on one knee
to say you were freaking out was a massive understatement; your heart was beating out of control and your cheeks were practically on fire
when he asked the question, you merely jumped into his arms, peppering his pale face with kisses while he chuckled and held you to his chest
“shall i take that as a yes?” he teased and you rolled your eyes
“of course, idiot.” you sighed in content “a million times yes.”
for the honeymoon, he would probably take you on a tour of the entire europe; what with the whole moving castle thing, it was easy peasy 👀
he was also able to speak so many languages, making your way around countries meeting many a famous ghouls, vampires etc
he’d also get you to try various foods from different countries and got a several painters to make portraits of the two of you to hang around the castle, next to the ones of his mother and father
he just wanted you to have an amazing time, wanted to see the world with you by his side
waking up next to you is probably his favourite thing, just rousing early in the morning to find your arm strewn across his chest while cuddling closer
he’d run a finger down your cheek, pushing away stray strands of hair while smiling in soft content
his slender fingers would then comb through in the gentlest of manners, careful not to wake you before leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek
“hmmm, that tickles” you’d yawn, sitting up with a small smile, wrapping your arms around his neck while making yourself comfortable in his lap while allowing him to merely hold you close for a few moments
HC’s for my fave boys’ dorm rooms, and when they first take you there.
Kaminari Denki.
• Bless his soul. He is SUCH a dweeb.
• His dorm is rather childish in nature, from the stars on his ceiling to the concerningly expensive Pokémon plushies on his bright blue bed spread. Yikes, he also has candy wrappers all over his desk, and a stash of chips and soda. He’s a mess, but we love him anyways.
• Probably super proud of his decorating skills until he takes you there for the first time tbh?
• He opened the door for you and just?? Automatically turned red??
• If you laughed he’d probably be v sad, please be careful with our fragile boy.
• His full-body mirror is littered with stickers ranging from Pokémon to thrasher.
• He stans Pokémon, leave him a l o n e.
• Denki would plop down onto his bed and just,,, awkwardly shove aside some stuffed animals to make room for you to sit with him.
• Would 11/10 turn into a makeout session because he literally can’t control himself with you.
• May or may not shock you due to over-excitement?
Bakugo Katsuki.
• Oh boy.
• Katsuki’s room is pretty dark, because let’s be real here, he’s an absolute edge lord. He has a red bed comforter and black curtains, along with some pretty monotonous and bland decorations. He has some posters here and there, mostly having to do with music or something along those lines. Everything is dark, aside from the obnoxiously bright pink lei hanging on his door knob— which came from you.
• Tbh he’s whipped for you, so he probably has a few Polaroid pictures of you two scattered across his desk.
• The first time you go into his dorm, he just sorta,,, ominously stands by the door,,, and you’re like “can you?? please stop glaring??”
• He just grunts, sitting on his bed.
• “You still have that?” You questioned with a raised brow, pointing to the lei on his door.
• “Can’t throw it out… You’re my girl.” He replied quietly, turning away to hide his red face.
• You just,,, tackle hugged him,,, and showered him with love.
• He’d laugh, before kissing you back.
• W h i p p e d.
Todoroki Shouto.
• Todoroki, you soft loser.
• His room is pretty light, he’s not a fan of the edginess like Bakugo. Or the childish side, either. Most of the decor is white, except for a loud ass bright yellow cat stuffed animal, which came from you, sitting on his bed. He also has a few succulents in his room. They don’t require much care, and they’re nice to look at. Win-win situation.
• Shotou’s v excited to have you there? He literally opens the door when you’re raising your hand to knock.
• You just,,, raise your eyebrows? And he gives you a small smile. Which is s o cute.
• You find yourself looking around and taking in everything. It’s so clean.
• “It’s not much but—“ You hush him with a kiss.
• “It’s perfect.” You grinned, before he just,,, pulled you into a hug.
• G o d what did we do to deserve Shouto? So soft. So pure.
“P-please,” he let out a shaky sigh as his hands roamed your body, stopping to firmly grip your ass.
You had been grinding down on his clothed erection, kissing that sweet spot below his ear, whispering all the things you wanted to do him. But not doing any of them.
“I need something,” he groaned in frustration, “Anything” he growled.
“You need to learn to be patient, bub,” you kissed his nose.
“I’m always fucking patient,” he was growing weary and his leaking tip wanted nothing more than to buried inside you to the hilt.
You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, cupping his bulge in your hand, “Who are you cursing at?”
His eyes rolled back and you weren’t sure if it was from the pressure he needed or your constant scolding, “No one. I’m sorry. Please, baby, please”
“Good,” you said as you slid down his body and unbuttoned his pants. “Only cause you’ve been so good.”
Its not that you didn’t want him. It’s just he looked so pretty with his lips pouted and a little frown on his face. He was adorable when he didn’t get his way. When he was all whiney and needy for you.
“Mama, please,” he mumbled against your chest, kissing the exposed skin. He had laid his head against you for you to play with his hair. You should’ve known better. He always wanted more.
You tugged gently on his hair and felt him shiver, “Not now, Michael. I’m watching this,” Picking up the remote, you raised the volume just a bit.
He looked up at you, running a finger under the strap of your tank top and sliding it down your shoulder, “You’re so pretty. I just want to touch you. Can I just touch you?”
“Not yet,” you scold him, trying to ignore his touch. He had to learn that he couldn’t always have his way whenever he wanted it.
“So soft,” He said as he kissed your collarbone, “so pretty” he mumbled against your neck as he placed open-mouthed kisses.
You threaded your hands through his hair, allowing him that contact for a moment, “if you don’t let me finish my show, you won’t touch me all night”. He whimpered against your neck before returning his head to lay on your chest and waiting silently for your show to finish.
but what began as the routine lunch to catch up with your father became frequent visits
because one profiler really caught your eye
and you, his
now your dad, one of the top profilers in the country, is not a stupid man, so he caught on quite fast
he saw you and Reid’s awkward flirtations and witty banter
and the protective father within him wanted to put an end to it, however he noticed how happy Reid made you
Reid is not surprisingly very bashful around you so it takes him a hot minute to even work up the courage to ask you out
but when he does he goes straight to your father to ask for permission
“sir, Rossi, um…if you don’t know I’ve taken quite a liking to your daughter…I mean, uh, I’d like to know if it’d be alri-, no um….you see sir, y/n and I…”
“Reid, do you think I’m blind? Go ask her out right now.”
Rossi would get over protective of Reid during cases because he knows how much he means to you
Your relationship would be very serious
Reid would spend the holidays with you guys
he’d try to help with the cooking for thanksgiving but Rossi would practically chase him out of the kitchen since he set the fire alarm off three times
and he’d always get the best gifts for you guys
Rossi would give you the talk
and not the birds and the bees, but how dangerous the job can be and to be prepared for anything
Rossi would act disapproving but he secretly couldn’t be happier for you guys
the whole team would ship you two and help you out with anything
even thought Rossi would act tough and disapproving at times, sometimes he’d be blunt and say “so when are you going to give me genius grandchildren??”
Rossi would bond with Reid and take him hunting (which spencer would hate and be awful at) or play chess with him
they’d exchange books and sometimes you’d even third wheel to them and they’re long philosophical talks and theories
before you know it though you’d be one little happy family
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