It’s Late, It’s Not Complete, But It’s Here.

Gwen, about Miles: "we’re getting someone new in the group."

Hobie: "Are we stealing them?"

Pavitr: "New or used?"

Gwen: "Wonderful responses, both of you."

Can I get Delmont HC’s for when one of their ex flings or situationships try to get at the Delmont’s again and reader just gets sad instead of jealous ☹️

Oh this was so good my hands started typing before I could stop em!

A/N: Yandere, murder mentioned in Marcos, Manny kills someone,

Starting with OG lover boy, Cas takes your relationship very, very seriously.

Let's set the scene, the two of you are cuddled up at a work party of yours and a coworker you didn't really talk to much comes sauntering over with a smile far too friendly for your liking, it made a nasty feeling settle deep within your gut, something about her gaze lingering on the tall man by your side made you feel uncomfortable.

"Caspian? I haven't seen you in ages! How are you these days?" She'd ask completely ignoring your presence. Your eye flickered from the long legged woman to your now tense boyfriend. Caspian was almost always relaxed and happy with you, so you immediately clocked his off behavior.

"Hey Ana, been good." Was his simple, curt response, his hand moved from it's warm spot on your waist to his pant pocket, (He felt his temper instantly rise and couldn't risk hurting you so he moved his clenched fist to his pocket.) and you felt silly about it afterwards but in that moment, that small action felt like a rejection. The ugly feelings brewing in your stomach made the drink on your tongue turn bitter.

"You look amazing Cas, I see you kept up with our gym routine after all huh?" She giggled as if it was an inside joke between them, her body faced him, now closer than before, and you felt like a stranger intruding on something personal, all too quickly, you felt your throat tighten.

"It's so crazy running into you here, I was just thinking about how much fun we had together, we should go out for a drink later, maybe catch up?"

Caspian stared long and hard at the woman but your emotions were quickly spiraling out of control, you could feel your gut twist at the thought of him entertaining her, and before you could hear his response, you muttered out a barley audible "Excuse me." To the pair, quickly making your retreat to the nearest bathroom, thanking the universe that it was empty because no sooner than you closed the door did your bottom lip start to tremble.

Had you stayed you would have seen the downright murderous look on your boyfriend's face.

In his head he's trying to figure out the best way to turn her down without embarrassing you at your job, it's the only reason he doesn't notice your sudden mood shift.

He was trying to process the woman's audacity, a curt decline on the tip of his tongue, when you suddenly disappeared from his side. In an instant panic, he not so subtly shoves his way past the woman to where he thinks you went.

He uses the tracker on your phone to track you down to the bathroom and fully intended on waiting by the door until you came out, but then he heard the sound he hated most in the world, you sniffling.

Bursts in the door like there's a fire, not caring about anything but getting to you, checking you over. He ignores your gasp and hushed whispers to get out before he got in trouble, and cradles your wet face between his big hands.

"What's wrong Honey? How can I help?" He's staring at you with those big red eyes, brows furrowed in concern, and you can't help the tearful giggle you let out at his behavior.

"It's stupid-"

"If it made my baby cry it's far from stupid." He corrects immediately, thumbs wiping at any stray tears left.

"That woman- the way she spoke to you. I just, I hated how that made me feel and I don't know- I'm sorry, we can just go back to the party okay?" You turn from him to face the mirror and in an attempt to brush past what you considered an embarrassing moment, begin wiping at the smeared mascara on your eyes.

He smacks his teeth at his own idiocy, he hadn't even considered how that stupid wench made you feel in the moment, god what must be running through your mind, he couldn't imagine an ex of yours trying to ask you out in front of him, the guilt swells immediately, he wanted to run back out there and throw that harlot down the stairs for making your pretty face fall the way it had.

Instead he made his way to the bathroom door and clicked the lock in place, you turned to face him but your questions died on your tongue as he made his way towards you with that particular dark look in his eye.

"Forgive me, my love. I didn't mean to make you upset, I just didn't wanna make a scene at your job." He says casually falling to his knees before you, his hands trailing up your calves, to your thighs, finally settling on the thin fabric of your underwear, he stared up from between your legs with the softest look on his face.

"Let me make it up to you Honey."

Gabe has a much more explosive reaction

You two are at the gym, Gabe was sweating and sitting there all gorgeous and shit, he's making sure you watch as he lifts, his veins bulging in his arms as he winks at you. "Be my spotter baby I need my motivation." He grits out with that wolfish smile stretched across his flushed face.

You weren't nearly as athletic as the man and sometimes it felt as if you didn't belong in the gym, but he was quick to snuff out these thoughts, swearing up and down he preformed better on his sets when you were watching, that he needed you by his side even if you weren't working out as well.

He not only wants you around because he can't get enough of you, but he also really wants you to see him be hot, unfortunately that meant everyone at the gym got to see it too.

"I'll be right back baby, gonna go grab you a water." You smile at his immediate pout, the grabby hands he makes as he demands a goodbye kiss, even though you'd only be gone a few moments, but that's all the time the blonde woman stalking up to him needs.

The stranger to you was an old fling of Gabe's, he barely recognized her when she invited herself to his personal space like she was allowed, the only reason he didn't immediately brush her off was because she said his name, he was confused as she neared him, her smile too wide to be genuine.

the blue haired giant was the best sex of her life and despite the fact that she saw his blatant affection for you, she made her move anyway.

You came back to quite the sight, Gabe sat stiffly on the machine he was at, his elbows on his knees as he stared up at the blonde beside him, his face set in that sinfully attractive hardened stare,

The woman currently leaning too close for comfort on his machine looked like someone out of a fitness magazine, she was fit, completely toned and gorgeous, you couldn't help the twinge of discomfort at how close they were, how they looked like the perfect couple.

You neared them awkwardly as her back was to you and heard her say, "It's been too long Gabriel, I miss you, god your body is still insane, what are your benching now 250? 300. You could definitely still toss me around the bed." Her tone was dripping in flirtation, she dragged a finger up the pole of the machine he sat on, leaning down to press her chest together.

Before you could think about turning away from the upsetting sight, Gabe abruptly stood up, his glare dead set on the woman, his eyes flickered to you, immediately clocking the way your shoulders shrunk in, how you seemed to deflate at the situation, he could practically read your mind, knowing how easily your brain went to the worst places, he felt his temper skyrocket at the mere idea of you being upset by this nobody.

"Baby! I think we should end this early yeah? I got a better idea for a workout that involves you, me, and my backseat." He says almost whining as he throws his sweaty body all over you, his arms holding you tight against his body as he kissed the top of your head, rocking into the hug.

"This place just let's anybody in, we should switch to a new gym." His glare turned to the woman, if looks could kill she'd be on the ground. "C'mon ma, let's go before I get belligerent."

Ricky fully ignores the interaction lmao it's so rude

You'd come to the Auto shop with a homemade lunch for your sweet Ricky as he forgot to pack his own and called you to bring him one (he definitely did this on purpose just to see you at work)

You enter the shop and start to head straight to the back before being stopped by a manicured hand snapping in your face rather rudely.

"Hi ma'am, you can't just walk in here, you have to make an appointment." The woman behind the receptionist desk was new, you'd never seen her in here before, she was practically sneering at you, her plastic, customer service smile held no warmth as she tapped her nail against the sign in sheet impatiently.

You laughed instinctually at the tense situation, trying to dispell the awkwardness, you didn't understand her hostility, "Oh my boyfriend works here, he's expecting me." You say offering her a friendly smile, trying to smooth over any unpleasantness.

"Well I'm going to need some identification." She says matter of factly, her body now blocking your path. "uh no?" You said not wanting the stranger to see your information, you'd come to the shop hundreds of times now, everyone knew who you were, everyone but this woman it seems.

She scoffed at your refusal her voice raising in anger as she glared at you, "If you don't cooperate I'll have to call security." She threatened not knowing how deep she was digging her grave.

"My love? What's going on." Ricky's deep, baritone voice suddenly called out from around the corner, he thought it was odd you hadn't appeared yet as his tracker app said you'd arrived at his work minutes ago, it wasn't like you to delay so he listened to his gut and went outside seeing you being harassed by the new receptionist.

His blood pressure rises instantly and he has to fight to keep his hands from yanking her away from you.

He'd only signed off on her hiring because he knew she was infatuated with him, they hooked up once a few years ago and she would do anything to have it happen again, of course Ricky had no intention of fulfilling her desires, he just needed someone he knew would keep their mouth shut if they happened to see/notice something funky with the shop.

But her value immediately diminishes the second she gets in your way, his glare could melt glass as he tells her a simple, but aggressive, "Move." He holds his arms out to you and when you curl into his touch he makes a point to kiss your temple, his focus completely on you. "Are you alright love? What was she doing?" He asks tenderly rubbing your face. The receptionist opens her mouth to respond but Ricky shuts her up with a single raised hand, "She was just asking for my ID, I brought your lunch!" You say excitedly, his gaze grows warm at the adorable sight before he turns to the woman, his eyes dead, his aura dark and imposing.

"Clean out your desk immediately, I want you out of my shop before I come back out here." His tone left no room for argument, almost threatening as he places a hand in the small of your back, gently leading you away. "You didn't need to do that for me-" he cuts you off with an intense, breath stealing kiss, "Of course I did, no one interrupts our time together."

Marcos had always been afraid of his promiscuous past coming back to haunt him, and his violent reaction to this shows.

The two of you had been at a club for a while now, both proper sloshed and sweating, hours of grinding on each other to every song that came on the thumping speakers, he's in heaven with his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck as he mouths needy kisses up and down your throat.

You motion towards the bar, your drunk body demanding more alcohol and he begins leading you towards it, his hands never leaving your body.

He all but pushes a guy out of his seat so you can rest there while he gets the bartenders attention. He freezes when the woman turns around. The bartender shoots him a knowing, flirty grin, leans over close and yells over the pounding music, "Hey Marcos baby, you come back for more? I can take my break right now if that's the case."

His eyes flicker to you and his heart stutters at the sad look on your face, be it the copious amounts of liquor you had in your body or how just how gorgeous the woman hitting on him was, you feel your spirits drop, your mind tortured you with images of them together, of him with another, and the insecurities bubble up faster than you can handle, "scuse' me." You drunkenly mutter clasping a hand over your mouth, your stomach felt queasy all of a sudden and you all but ran to the bathroom on shakey legs.

Marcos is seeing red, his mind panicking as he watches you retreat to the bathroom he feels sick himself at the thought of you leaving him, the fear that you may be comparing yourself to such a nothing person, the terrifying thought of this insignificant person making you see him different, it had his chest heaving in a barley concealed rage.

He fixes his burning stare on the bartender, his eyes holding pure malice as he holds himself back from pressing his thumbs into her eyes and slamming her into the bar until it broke.

He says nothing to her, his eyes making her so uneasy she baked away slightly, his mouth felt dry as he pushes and bullies his way past the crowd to barge into the bathroom where he finds you curled around the toilet, he's falling to his knees beside you in an instant, he keeps your hair from your face, a soothing hand on your back as you empty your stomach.

His words are soft and encouraging as he helps you to your feet, uncaring about his expensive clothes being dirtied, uncaring of how messy you look, his eyes are full of love, even a bit teary as he helps you to the sink, as you wash your mouth out he's wetting a paper towel and dabbing the cold cloth to your burning neck, "Oh baby, my sweet girl are you okay? I'm so sorry, come here let me see you."

The moment sobers him entirely, he's calling a deluxe Uber to pick you both up and sending a message to his twin about the bartender, he wanted the bitch dead for even momentarily causing you to frown, he's holding your swaying form against him protectively as he waits for the car, his mind swirling with thoughts of violence and revenge, how dare that waste of air upset you so much? The crime would be repaid in blood.

Manny has the most volatile reaction.

The two of you are a late night, semi exclusive car show, Manny loved watching the races, he stopped racing in them the second you said you worried for his safety but his love for the adrenaline filled sport remained, the classic cars were beautiful and he always smiled so brightly when you indulged his more risky interests.

He loved pointing out the racers he liked or hated, his favorite cars and why, sharing this with you was one of his favorite ways to pass time. You always looked so beautiful under the neon lights, the smell of gasoline in the air.

It's rare for him to leave your side when you're out and about so this happens in front of you, the two of you are cuddled up together, sat comfortably on the hood of his car, his arms around you as you leaned back into his chest, when a woman in leather saunters up to his car.

"Hey Manny, long time no see pretty boy." The woman coo's from her position, her eyes drinking him in, blatantly ignoring your existence.

"Yeah." Is Manny's only response, his grip on your hips tightening before he moves from holding you against him to stepping in front of you, keeping his body between you and what he felt was a threat.

His hair moved everytime a car whizzed by him, but he didn't flinch, his cold eyes trained on the woman from his past.

His voice was clearly irritated, tone leaving no room for friendly interpretation, and yet she persisted, taking a step closer to the tall man who had begun to clench his fists, his body trembling in unfiltered rage.

"You wanna' take another ride? This time if I win, I get my prize up front." Her tone was clear, her implication made more lewd as she looked him up and down.

"Don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you're somebody." His voice was dripping venom as he spoke, and if he wasn't furious before, the sad, almost deflated look on your face at her comments made him see red.

The crowds of people were so thick and intense, the loud sounds of the revving engines and screaming spectators only added to his slip of control.

"Relax Manny baby! I'm just teasing you." She puts her hand on his chest and before you could blink the woman's body is flying out towards the road where a car smacks into her with a sick crunch, her limp body is dragged as the car speeds along, unaware of the carnage it caused, screams and shouts of horror come from all around you, people beginning to panic as Manny turns around, all malice gone from his face as he lifts you off the car and ushers you to the passenger seat without a word. "Time to go!" He all but sings as he peels out of the parking lot.

"Holy shit are you okay?" You asked him turning back to stare as the horrifying scene grew farther and farther from his rearview mirror. He placed a shaky hand on your thigh to calm himself as he spoke, "I'm okay baby girl, are you? I'm so so sorry you had to see that." He says, his only guilt came from your date night being cut short.

"Don't be sorry baby, no one could have known that would happen Jesus Christ." You put a hand to your chest trying to ease the fierce beat, he grabbed your free hand, bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a sweet kiss, his eyes crinkling in joy at the thought of her now crumpled body.

"Yeah, accidents happen."

Based off of the start of @swagginmun's comic as an interpretation of a possible conflict before. I really liked seeing the way they drew the argument after.

lets just say that they would *not* get along

why the fuck does english have a word for

but not for “the day after tomorrow”

???

ok this might sound like a dumb request but i thought it would be funny so reader is married to bakugou and you go to his agency and the new receptionist is mean to you and bakugou goes up to the receptionist and they are like “what a bitch” and bakugou just goes “that was my wife”

pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x female!reader

author’s note: give me pro hero bakugou or give me death. lolol. thank you for the request! it wasn’t dumb at all, i found it hilarious and fun to write. ^-^ plus, PRO HERO BAKUGOU. what more can one need? xx sofia

[coming up next: secretary/manager!reader request bc that trope owns me]

“Don’t tell me that idiot forgot his lunch again…”

Grumbling under your breath, you sighed as you spotted his red bento box sitting in the refrigerator. It was right next to his favorite water bottle with a sticky note in your handwriting that read, ‘DON’T FORGET YOUR LUNCH, BAKA xoxo’.

And yet, there it was. Neglected in the fridge.

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Your Straight Venomous series brought joy to my shriveled little heart. 💖 If you are taking requests could you please do something with bat fam about how they would navigate finding out the grumpy coroner who helps them on cases, and they pine over is a vampire (wears sunglasses constantly, always hangry, routinely dents drywall, drinks weird red smoothies) and they have to help the poor dear overcome her beastly nature and only they can help her yadda delusional but well intentioned yadda

Cold cases warm faces

A/N: Okay so happy to hear you’re enjoying my work thank you so so much for your comments 😭❤️ Tw//blood, dead bodies mentioned, canon typical violence, I hope you enjoy this was so fun to Write!! Aged up Damian as always

So big bad Bruce is the first of our yans to fall and it has a lot to do with your mysterious/grumpy nature

He see’s himself in you a bit, with all the brooding and the solitude

You had a reputation amongst the medical community, poor attitude, never socializing, but your knowledge on the subject of death was unmatched so he sought you out one day

Most people try to butter up the dark knight but not you, you treated him as any other, if not an occasional nuisance, which only deepened his ever growing interest

It isn’t easy to distract a man like Bruce, but you did. He spends a lot of time trying to figure you out, sure he’s met people unaffected by death and dead bodies before but you’re on a different level

You haul cadavers around like it’s nothing, discus decay and rot like it’s the weather, and he could have sworn he’s seen you bend a scalpel in a moment of frustration.

Soon Dick hears about you and just has to check you out, it wasn’t often Bruce spoke of “work friends” so you had to be something special right? First time he stops by is just for an introduction but he ends up to enamored with your cool collected vibe he stays until your shifts up

Dickie boy has no idea something’s up with you beside the fact that your snark and demeanor got him kicking his feet at the thought of ya, reminds you of a gnat in the way he’s always around. He tried to play it off as work in the beginning but eventually dropped the charade to hang out, he starts bringing you lunch

He’s looks so heartbroken when you don’t eat and as annoying as he is you indulge him with a few sips of coffee now and then, if only to get that kicked puppy look off his face. He’d always ask you what you wanted to eat and each time you’d give him a shrug muttering something about a strict diet

When he finds out he goes from offering take out to offering himself, comically draping his body across the cold table, his fingers teasing across his veins, his face would be like ‘😏’ the whole time

He asks Tim to give him access to the cameras in your workspace, just trying to see who he’s working with he says(yeah right)

Easily enough Tim has access to you at anytime and it starts off as a pure curiosity thing, then he finds himself watching you during his free time, fascinated with your peculiar habits, growing more and more frustrated, because all too quickly the screen wasn’t enough, he needed to be in the room

It comes to a head for dear Timmy when he sees you take Dick up on one of his many offers, your mouth latched to his wrist and despite the grainy footage, he could see the enjoyment on Dick’s face. Definitely breaks the mug he was holding because why does he get to have all the fun?

The whole undead thing doesn’t phase him nearly as much as you feeding on his predecessor, and not for the reasons you’d think like he’s up and down jealous

Introduces himself officially to you not long after, out of everyone he’s the person with the same sleep schedule as you, leaving ample room for late night bonding but unlike them he doesn’t bother with the ‘I’m here for work thing’ he befriends you as Red Robin and as soon as he can he’s confessing his identity, hoping his baring of the soul will lead to your own

Sure he already knows everything but he wants to hear it from your mouth🥺

Bruce confronts you one day, having long since put the pieces together, stresses the idea that you’re safe with him and how he’s on your side, that he’d help you in anyway as long as you weren’t running around killing folks, the blood drinking does cause him unease only because if anyone else caught on he’s sure you’d be targeted.

Your assurance doesn’t do much to quell his anxieties, because yes you know what you’re talking about, it didn’t take him long to discover your nature, so who’s to say no one else will?

Is adamant in you not killing, when you explain that you source your food from your job he unclenches a bit, but not much

He won’t be satisfied until you’re living at the manor where he can keep a watchful eye on you but you don’t need to know that until he has your room ready

In the midst of all this Jason stumbles into your life quite literally. You found him in an alleyway drawn to the thick sent of blood in the air, he was leaned against the trash, his helmet still on, and with a sigh you hauled him over your shoulder and brought him to work

It took a few sips of your blood for his body to start to mend and he awoke soon after. You weren’t worried about him turning since he’d need to die immediately after consuming it but I digress

You were the last thing he seen before he knocked out, and the first thing he seen waking up, you hit him with a “Glad you’re not dead now beat it.” and a small smirk and the man was a goner

He tries to repay you in many ways, one by not being nosey but come on could you blame him? Not only did you lift him like he was nothing but his wounds were completely gone, he figured you were just a meta with healing abilities and that was good enough for him

Another way is he appoints himself your personal bodyguard, at first watching from a distance, just making sure his guardian angel was safe, and then he seen Bruce leaving your office one night and positively looses it

How dare he try to creep up on the best thing in Jason’s world??😡 you were his Angel(like bae you’re the one late to the party but go off ig)

He storms in about to demand how you know the old bastard and warn you about him only to see you necking the fuck out a blood bag, I’m talking fangs out eyes glowing, you should have been terrifying but he has stars in his eyes

You’re exhausted at this point just dying to go home and sleep it all off when in storms Red (in all his excitement he forgot to introduce himself so it’s his name in your head) and just when you think you’re gonna have to eat a vigilante he’s throwing off his helmet and lecturing you about “Fuckin’ around with that old man” and how you were bound to be caught and how he’d have you thrown in Arkham for your nature and-

You tuned him out, slowing blinking at the man, because to you this was your second meeting, and he sounded genuinely concerned about your well-being, you chocked it up to saving him and brushed all his worries off with a shrug

“I think I can handle the Bat Red.”

His lil heart went boom at the nickname and he’s in full on question mode

“How often do you uh, eat?” As often as I want “Do you burn in the sun?” No but it is uncomfortable “Do you want some of me?” Uh sure

And just like that you have three people practically begging to be your food, sure having this many people know your secret was dangerous but you had a feeling they weren’t about to rat you out

Damian is our last domino to fall and it’s entirely Bruce’s fault.

He tried and succeeded for a while, at keeping you away from Damian, not because he didn’t trust you, but he knew his son well enough to know he’d see you as the threat you were.

Bruce knew Damian wouldn’t trust you and may even expose you, so he kept it on the low.

But one cannot simply hide something from the Damian Wayne

He knows something’s up with his family and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

He’s overheard his father and Alfred making plans to build something, some sort of containment room, he’s seen the hearts in Grayson’s eyes when he spoke of his ‘new friend’ when Tim was around his eyes were glued to his phone, torn between watching something and eagerly texting someone Jason had stopped coming around the manor, granted he wasn’t there a lot but to ghost them like that? Something was up

He manages to tail his father one night, blending in seamlessly with the shadows, lurking like the goblin he is, only to be disappointed

You were just some coroner. A random citizen with nothing of note on your record. You were utterly normal and he left with more questions than answers. Is all but ready to abandon this investigation until he spots Grayson sliding in through one of the windows

And Drake showing up at 2 in the morning out of costume

And Todd walking you home.

He knew he needed to find an opening to size you up in person but damn was it hard with someone at your side constantly. He was surprised they hadn’t run into one another considering they didn’t go a day without visiting.

And as if the heavens were listening his father was called away for league business, Grayson was reluctantly pulled to Bludhaven, Drake was watching one half of Gotham while Damian was entrusted the other, and Todd was nowhere to be seen.

Almost like the city knew the Knight was out of town, all the crazies were out and about, he’d been working his way through the streets, calling in a few arrest here and there before finding himself at your office.

You lift your head at him surprised at his entrance but also having met the rest, you figured he’d find his way to you one way or another.

“You’re that Robin guy right? What do you want.” You sighed out sure he was here for a case.

He glared at you through his mask, his hands firm at his side as he strode to the reception desk you sat behind.

“Here on official business. I have questions and demand answers. It’s in your best interest to comply.”

“Oh you demand them?” You laughed “Okay I’m in a good mood, what can I do for ya.” The way you were absolutely unbothered got under his skin fast but before he could start his interrogation the chaos from outside spilled in the room in the form of three armed idiots in ski mask’s.

The threat on the man’s lips died out as he stared at the brooding man before him. His eyes widened but he cleared his throat

“Nobody do nothin’ stupid, we just want the money and everybody gets to go home nice and alive.” You shared a look with Robin as if to say ‘are these mf’s serious’ before the man was pointing his gun at you

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Dude we don’t even have a register in here, why hit a morgue of all places?” A genuine smile found its way to your face as you hoped over the counter, only being stopped by the arm suddenly thrown across your chest.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, so I’ll make this quick. You stay back.” He left no room for arguments and no sooner than the words left his lips was he disarming the first man, definitely breaking his nose as he easily disassembled the weapon. The other two looked at each other before taking aim

Damian turned to take cover and throw you back behind the table only to find you missing, the first shot rang out just barely missing him, the second definitely hit something but it wasn’t him, through the smoke and rubble of what used to be your desk he could make out the screams of the assailants, only for them to be cut short.

Leaping up from his crouched position he took in the sight of you dropping one of them, the body sliding down the wall left a trail of red behind it, the remaining man was slumped at your feet, his expression twisted permanently into a scream. His brows furrowed

now he was sure something was wrong with you but underneath that and the bitterness of taking his chance to show off, was gratitude, you’d taken a shot for him- holy shit you took a shot for him.

The only evidence of this was the bloodied hole in the side of your shirt, he watched you crack your neck before leaning down with a groan, your glasses had been destroyed in the little scuffle much to your annoyance.

“Okay so where were we? You had some questions right?” You’d say nonchalantly picking up both bodies and making your way down into the morgue. And despite his instincts he’d follow you down, more curious than ever.

You’d answer every question he had with honesty, unashamed of your nature, and happy to share your thoughts and feelings as his questions never seemed to stop.

From that day forward he’d begrudgingly pop in to see you, telling you he was only there to make sure you didn’t lose it one day, and if you did he’d be the one to put you down, but you both knew he wanted to be there

Is both disgusted and disappointed you haven’t asked him to feed like,,, yuck he’d never but also how dare you not ask he knows he’d taste good 😡

Don’t ever let him find out you feed on the others as he will pitch a full blown man-fit

Once they realize they’re all pining after the same dark creature it’s pure anarchy at first, then Bruce makes the wise suggestion that you’re safer with them all working together rather than separate and sorry babes but you’re d o n e

You only ever get your food from one of them, they refuse to let you kill(not that you were out here doing it🙄) and take shifts accompanying you, bidding their time until it’s safe to take you home

malleus draconia relationship headcanons

this is basically a part 2 of his kinks & hcs post but i am very much a whore for this man so i NEED. TO. WRITE SOME SHIT.

warnings: smut/nsfw, malleus being a loser virgin, it gets very smutty at the nsfw part so, oral (receiving + giving), unprotected sex, two dicks, implied corruption/humiliation kink, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, choking/biting, mal being lowkey sadistic, sleepy sex, holy shit there are alot of warnings i am sorry, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

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this is some serious sappy shit but i can’t help it 😭😭 i am literally so in love with this man damn

~ right off the bat, malleus would definitely be the best boyfriend ever and no one can convince me otherwise (or at least one of the best out of the twst cast cuz there’s some uh questionable characters in that list *idia and leona i am directly looking at you*)

~ the way your relationship builds up with malleus is agonisingly slow. he’s very cautious about who he gets close to and is definitely not one to make any bold moves—especially if he doesn’t feel like you’re reciprocating the same feelings—but oh boy. once you do, that’s when he gets a bit more excited. 

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