Nom De Plume | Part Two
Nom De Plume Masterlist
Summary: The first month of filming brings many surprises â CloĂ©âs behaviour, Austinâs kindness, and your reaction to it all.
Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader
Warnings: Mean Girl Trope, Medium Reader Injury, Austin With a Cajun Accent, Vague Understanding of Movie Production, Mature/Explicit Themes [Dream Sex, Oral â M/F Receiving, Penetration, Unprotected Sex] â 18+ Only
GIF credit: @carriediariesedits
Word Count: 5987
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Filming was a marathon.
Greta knew exactly what she was looking for in each scene. Each shot. And she was happy to film whatever number of takes required to achieve her vision. You were truly in awe of Austin and CloĂ©âs ability to reset â shifting back in the exact position they started from, delivering their lines with the same emotion and energy as the first eight times.
You wondered if this is what writing looked like to othersâŠonly a much more internal process, naturally. Greta had chosen to start production with a few scenes of Antoine and Yvette getting to know one another in the barn, and it felt like a very natural place for everyone to ease their way into the story. You found that the burden on yourself and Pearce during filming was minimal â supplying lines, answering questions, assisting Continuity.
When Greta called cut, Austin would usually make his way over to check in with Pearce and yourself. He would clarify finer points of his character, motivations, and how each line fit into the bigger picture. The degree to which he was invested in the story made your heart ache fondly.
You had let Austin know that âSloanâ would be fine with answering any questions he might have, he just needed to pass them along through you. Over the past two weeks, however, he had not once taken you up on that offer. He seemed more than satisfied with the answers that Pearce and you were able to supply on the spot.
CloĂ©âŠ. well, she was fantastic on screen. Off? You did not have many kind things to say. She would lay helplessly as her team rushed over to her to ensure her every comfort. You expected a certain amount of swarming by hair, make-up, and wardrobe. But they would literally hand feed her and hold the straw on her Perrier which was chilled to her specified temperature. She basked in the attention, and actively called more to herself when her team werenât satisfying her. Needily fishing for compliments from any crew member she could make eye contact with.
Her most annoying behaviour, by far, was born of her constant desire to have Austin at her side. She would croon his name and, being a gentleman, he would return to her even though you could tell he had more questions for Pearce and yourself. She fussed and cooed and petted at him constantly. The man deserved a medal for his patience with her. âOr maybe he likes itâŠâ the nastier part of your brain stabbed at the fragile blossom of feelings budding beneath your breastbone.
You huffed quietly at yourself and took Pearceâs coffee order, refreshing your mind with a walk to the craft services trailer just outside the studio. You were reaching for the door, two hot beverages balanced in one hand and a snack in your pocket, when it suddenly swung open toward you, making you jump with a squeak. You were fumbling with the drinks in an almost comical fashion when Austinâs large, steady hands seized a cup in each, smoothly avoiding disaster. You pressed your hand to your heart and exhaled slowly.
âSorry there, makinâ ya jump yet againâŠâ He grimaced.
You shook your head violently.
âIâm sorry for basically shouting in your face. And very, very grateful for your drink rescue.â You smiled warmly and offered your hands to take them.
âWhy donâ we getcha a tray?â He winked teasingly and held the drinks hostage, heading over to the cart to get a coffee for himself and requesting a tray.
You quickly packed his drink into it with the other beverages and he looked to you startled. You smirked back up at him triumphantly, the chuckle that he emitted sending a thrill through you. He grabbed the drinks before turning with you to head back inside.
âSoâŠis it as borinâ as ya thought it woulâ be?â He smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.
You could not help the laugh that shot out of your throat.
âIs it that obvious? Gosh I need to work on my poker face.â You joked but shook your head. âItâsâŠquite analogous to the process of writing. I justâŠdidnât expect it? But it makes a lot of sense thatâŠgetting it to the point that the creator is looking for takes trial and error.â You opened and held the door for him, gesturing him through.
âMy, whatta generous answer. Most people are simply boreâ ta tears.â He laughed cheekily and you couldnât help but join in.
You looked up to see CloĂ©âs eyes trained on the two of you, a frightening coldness in her expression. It was not one you had ever seen from her before, and it was extremely unsettling.
âWell, itâll be a nice change oâ pace ta break outta this barâ tomorroâ ânâ shoot on tha back lot.â Austin continued, resecuring your attention.
âYes! Male bonding.â You grinned as you looked back to him and he laughed again, removing his cup before handing you the tray. âAfter two weeks in this barn, I can honestly say Iâm excited.â
You watched as he took a deep sip, savouring the warmth with closed eyes. You stood there, spellbound by his presence. His mannerisms. Pearce broke your focus by reaching in between the two of you to snag his cup from the tray.
âThanks for this.â He murmured tiredly and patted your head.
You felt for Pearce, not only was he attending filming all day, but he was also reviewing the daily footage with Greta well into the evening.
âAll right folks, break is over, places please!â The assistant director called, and Austin tensed, looking around for something to do with his coffee.
âIâll take care of it for you, go ahead.â You smiled, holding out the tray and he mouthed âthank youâ before hurrying back to his place amongst the straw.
You took your seat behind Pearce and looked up to set, almost choking on the sip youâd just taken. CloĂ© was sending you that fiercely cold look once again, her hand splayed on Austinâs chest as makeup touched up his lips. You looked down to the script in your lap quickly, as though that gaze physically hurt you. As far as you knew they were simply co-stars, but her behaviour spoke of something more. Or, at least the desire for something more?
The next morning dawned sunny and warm, the perfect weather for shooting the tarmac scene. You had opted to walk to the backlot, soaking in the smell of the damp earth coming back to life with spring. Pearce had offered to take your bag with him on the golf cart, but with all of its occupants it was quite packed, so youâd waved him off as they went ahead of you to the outdoor set. You were about halfway there when yet another golfcart passed you. You looked up and furrowed your brow in confusion as CloĂ© was riding on the back. She was not on the call sheet for today, so you found her presence surprising. Seeing you, she loosened her grip on the papers in her hand, sending them fluttering into the trees.
âCan youâŠThanks!â Was all you heard of her shouted statement, but the meaning was clear enough.
Clean up after me.
Sighing heavily, you set your heavy bag down on the side of the road and began picking up the sheets of loose paper, frowning to see it was script pages. Your hard work, carelessly tossed into the woods to put you back in the place she felt you ought to be in. Beneath her. You followed the trail of pages further into the long grass, under the trees, until you suddenly came across a rather steep hollowing running through the wooded area.
There were just four more pages down there, and you were not about to give up now. The slope was unfortunately not as stable as it appeared, and your feet slid down the turf as you plummeted to the bottom of the hollow. You had thankfully not landed in the water; however, your right ankle had definitely folded up under you and was not wanting any weight to be put on it. Stubbornly, you hopped and limped to gather the last of the pages, hissing and wincing at the hot lances of pain that seared up your leg when you tried to use the injured ankle.
âFuck meâŠâ You growled to yourself bitterly, looking up the steep wall of the hollow. You folded up the script pages and stuck them into the waistband of your pants at the small of your back, pulling your shirt down over them before trying to pull yourself out. Your yelp was uncontrollable and pathetic to your own ears. You turned to look down the length of the hollow, considering walking along it back toward the office. There must be flat ground somewhere. But a persistent ache had started in your joint, and you truly doubted your ability to get far.
 Footsteps sounded in the grass above you, and you gasped, looking up to see Austin staring down at you wide-eyed.
âWhatcha doinâ down here in tha grass, crickeâ?â He tilted his head in confusion. âSaw yer bag back there. Pretty sure weâre filminâ up tha road, no?â His eyes narrowed as he saw you holding your foot off the ground, only the tips of your toes on your right foot touching the turf. âYer hurââŠâ
He slid down quickly to stand beside you, crouching down to assess your ankle. He barely touched it and you yelped again, immediately following it up with an apology. He straightened and frowned softly, taking a deep breath and turning to yell back up to the road.
âME-â The rest of the word âmedicâ was cut off by your palm sealing over his mouth with a little more force than you intended, but your reaction was filled with urgency.
âPlease donât make a fuss, please donâtâŠâ Huge, hot tears of humiliation mingled with pain rolled down your cheeks. âIâm not even supposed to be here, please donât make a fuss, Iâm not, I donât, pleaseâŠâ You rambled, leaning against the bank of the hollow in defeat.
He gently gripped your wrist and peeled your hand from his notably soft lips before gathering you to his chest in a reassuring hug.
âHey, hey shhhâŠI gotcha, ok? Weâll getcha outta hereâŠâ He looked over the terrain thoughtfully before pulling his head back and craning his neck to catch your eyes with his. âOk I got ân idea, ya trusâ me?â
You sniffled and nodded pathetically, leaning on him a little. He squeezed you once more before stepping back and turning around.
âHop on my back.â He said, looking back at you over his shoulder as he bent his knees and your eyes widened in shock. âI mean it, weâll climb out together.â
You wiped your eyes and bit your lip before hobbling forward and pushing up onto his back. His hands found the backs of your knees and hoisted you higher. You slid your arms under his to reach up through his armpits and grab at the fabric of the uniform covering the front of his shoulders, not wanting to choke him.
âThank ya, crickeâ. I do like breathinâ.â He smiled and wrapped your legs around his slender waist. âHold on tighâ now, I need both hanâs.â You tensed your leg muscles to hold on, pressing a whimper into the back of his neck at the pain. He lurched forward and scrambled his way out of the hollow before standing on flat ground. His hands quickly slid under your knees once more, releasing the pressure on your ankle as he carefully but quickly worked his way back to the road. âYer doinâ so greaâ, crickeâ, almosâ there.â
You didnât dare look over his shoulder, not wanting to see the faces of the people waiting on the golf cart. Didnât even look up as he turned to deposit you in his empty spot on the backward facing bench. He knelt before you, looking up at you as you refused to look up at him.
âCan we getcha some help now, crickeâ?â He tilted his head and you finally relented, nodding softly. He smiled warmly and it was not five minutes from the time the driver radioed the medical team to when their van showed up.
âGo on, Iâve taken enough of your time.â You looked to him firmly as the medics moved you to sit on the tailgate of their van.
âYa sure?â He hesitated and you shooed him away with a gesture of your hand, offering him a brave smile which he returned before heading off to set.
Two hours, and a trip to the Accident & Emergency department, later, you knew it was not broken. It was, however, a nasty high ankle sprain. You were not allowed to bear weight on it for at least three days, so you were settled into the office with your leg propped up on the coffee table, an ice wrap around your ankle, and your shiny new set of crutches leaning against the wing of your armchair. That was how Austin found you near three oâclock that afternoon, carrying a cup of the same drink youâd enjoyed after your trip to craft services with him yesterday.
You looked up from your laptop where you were working on something for Pearce and scrunched your nose at his expression of sympathy.
âI really did it this timeâŠâ You sighed dejectedly, saving your document and closing the lid on the laptop. He set the warm drink in your hands and settled across from you in Pearceâs chair. It was then that you noticed he was in his own clothes, jeans and a light knit black sweater.
âNot broken, though?â He asked hopefully and you shook your head.
âJust a sprain. Thank you. Thank you very much for helping me at my most pathetic.â You looked down, slightly ashamed, in retrospect, at your overly dramatic behaviour.
His warm hand pressed against your left knee and squeezed gently.
âBe kind ta yerself there, crickeâ. You were hurâ. Iâm jusâ glad I saw yer bagâŠâ He smiled gently and you looked up to him slowly.
âI was wondering thatâŠhow you knew when to show up. Thank you.â You repeated again.
âYer verra welcome. So, what are yer orders?â He glanced at your foot and then to your crutches before his eyes returned to yours.
âIâm working from home for the next few days, just came back to get my laptop then Iâll catch a cab. No walking on it at all for three days, then slowly add weight back on it over the next few weeks.â You leaned down to snag your laptop back from where it rested against your chair and packed up your laptop.
âLemme drive ya again? We know tha wayâŠâ he offered hopefully, and you hesitated but found you did not have the strength to argue.
âIâm going to owe you a lot more than a conduit to a reclusive author...â You sighed in defeat, and he shook his head, standing to unplug and reel in your charging cord.
âConsider us even if I can cook yer dinner tonighâ.â He collected your things, sliding your bag over his own shoulder before holding out the crutches for you to help yourself to your feet.
It was awkward but he was patient and made sure you were steady.
âThat does not compute.â You finally replied to his offer. âThat puts me further in your debt.â
You slowly progressed along the hallway with him, swinging the crutches forward before swinging your left leg forward, alternating between the two as your right foot stayed bent at the knee behind you to keep it off the ground.
âAh, but youâve neglecteâ ta include tha coefficienâ where it makes me really happy ta cook fer people.â He countered and you laughed despite your struggle.
âCoefficient, hmmm?â You teased and breathed a sigh of relief to see his car and driver waiting outside the studio. Not much further now.
â âxactly.â He replied firmly and took the crutches from you once youâd sunk down into the backseat. The driver then took the crutches from him, tucking them into the trunk as you carefully swung into the car completely and buckled in.
He slid in beside you and looked to you expectantly before you sighed fondly.
âI really donât have the wherewithal to deny you, so do your worst.â You smiled wearily and leaned back in the seat.
âPerfect. Dâya need groceries?â He asked as the driver headed off toward Slough.
âNo, thankfully I went to the store yesterday. Fully stocked.â You looked to him with a nod before giving the driver your precise address. He parked in the lot in front of your building. As you were working your way out of the car, the two men arranged for Austin to get home later that evening without the driver needing to just wait around for him.
You had never been more grateful for an elevator as you rode quietly up to the fourth floor, leading Austin down the hall to your simple one bedroom. You headed straight for the couch, needing a rest from the crutches, and Austin set your things down beside you before heading to the kitchen. You settled in, propping up your leg as you watched him assess the ingredients before preparing dinner for you. He also found time to deliver a fresh ice pack to ensure you were as comfortable as possible.
The kitchen, dining, and living room were all one open space in the apartment, and your view of him was unimpeded. He seemed confident in the kitchen, his knife skills were top calibre, and in what felt like no time he was presenting you with a bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma of it made your eyes water in gratitude.
âThank you, Austin, this smells amazingâŠâ You murmured in awe, blinking as he took a seat on the floor in front of the couch with his back propped against the coffee table, cradling his own bowl. âWait, no I can moveâŠâ
He shook his head, looking up at you as he chewed his generous mouthful before swallowing.
âThis is fine, crickeâ. Eat up.â He took a smaller bite, eyes never leaving your face as you did the same, his lips flickering up into a smile at the happy sigh you emitted.
âSo yummyâŠâ You exclaimed softly and barely uttered another word as you ate every last bite, the fact that you had missed lunch only registering in that moment.
He beamed as he took the empty bowl from you.
âThereâre two more servinsâ, Iâll put âem in tha fridge fer ya.â
He took the dishes to the kitchen and washed up, leaving things to dry in the drain tray. He came back and took the ice pack off your ankle.
âDonât wanâ thaâ ta give ya frostbite. NowâŠâ He crouched down in front of you, eyes level with yours. âAnythinâ else ya need afore I leave?â
You shook your head quickly, feeling heat bloom in your cheeks at his proximity.
âThen may I requesâ somethinâ selfish?â He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. âWould ya be willinâ ta share yer numbeâ? IâŠPearce is so helpful, but I really âpreciate yer input, too.â
Heat splotched down your neck and across your chest, but you managed a nod, pulling out your own phone and switching details with him.
âI will, quite literally, be right here on this couch so text whenever I can be of assistance.â You spoke once you were capable of coherent thought, eager to repay him for all his help today.
âItâll be strange withoutcha on setâŠbut ya rest up, âkay?â He unfolded his body to stand to his full, lanky height and you swallowed thickly.
âThank you, AustinâŠâ You replied earnestly, watching him give a small wave before heading down to meet his driver.
You felt banished. Useless. There was only so much work to do remotely, so when the first text arrived from Austin the next day you practically dropped your phone in your haste to read it. To help him.
â CloĂ© is asking why Antoine doesnât speak more fluent French, and I think I have the answer, but would you be able to confirm the reason for me? â
Seeing her name made you frown a little, but you were happy to provide the answer to him.
â Of course! The state of Louisiana removed Cajun French from the school curriculum in 1921, five years before Antoine was born. He understands more than he speaks, due to spending time with his parents and grandparents, but there was no formal Cajun French education for him. Hope that helps. â
His flood of grateful replies made you smile brightly and feel a little more purposeful. Later that afternoon, he informed you that he had written letters to Yvette for the hospital scene in Calais and asked if you would be open to reading them over for him. You happily agreed, at which point he informed you they were handwritten, and he would arrive with them in a few hours. Oh, and he was making dinner again.
Somehow, you managed to shower and change out of your sweats into jeans and a sweater, but your hair was still wet when he knocked on the door. You made your way to answer it on your crutches and opened it carefully.
âHey there, crickeâ.â He grinned and stepped in careful not to kick your crutches as he took his shopping bag to the kitchen counter before turning back to you. âHowâs yer day been?â He walked with you to the living room where you settled into the comfy nook you had built on the couch with pillows and a blanket.
âBoring. I felt kind of useless until you came up with a question to amuse me.â You smirked fondly and he chuckled as he undid his jacket, lifting the right side to reach into the inner pocket to pull out a stack of five handwritten letters.
âIt was a genuinâ question, but Iâm glad it served a secondary purpose. Thank ya verra much fer lookinâ these over fer me. I knowâŠtheyâll only be set pieces butâŠâ He held them out to you, and you took them carefully, cradling them between your hands.
âMy pleasure IâŠget the impression it helps with your character development?â You tilted your head curiously and bit your lip as he rewarded you with a brilliant smile.
â âxactly. CloĂ© wonâ be writinâ hers, someone from props will, I guess. But it really does help me ta think like himâŠI brought ingredients for rice bowls this time, sounâ good?â
âIâŠare you sure? You worked all dayâŠâ You protested hesitantly.
âCompletely sure. Thank ya for lettinâ me do this for ya, reminâs me that Iâm a fully functional adulâ.â He squeezed your shoulder in his lengthy grip before heading over to the kitchen.
You carefully unfolded the letters, smiling as they were written in historically accurate pencil. The pencil was the preferred writing tool for soldiers of Antoineâs financial means. They could be sharpened with a knife, were not affected by the cold, and did not require refills of ink.
Putting them in order, you read through the first one carefully, chewing on your own trusty pencil ruthlessly. It was shockingly good. Not to say that you doubted Austinâs abilities, just thatâŠyou could not have written the letter any better yourself and you had created the damn character. You devoured all five of the letters ravenously, vaguely aware of the sounds of him working in the kitchen, humming something to himself. The apartment was starting to smell very good, but you were completely absorbed.
You found your fingers itching before you reached for the laptop, opening up a word processing document to start typing up a reply from Yvette. She would have been too injured to reply until all five letters were received, so she would only have sent one reply. You continually referred back to the letters, wanting to tie it into the sequence. You played around a little with a few words, knowing it would have to be translated, but you wanted to capture the era, as well as Yvetteâs feelings, correctly.
His warmth and the scent of cedar behind you soaked into your consciousness. You turned your head to look back at him. He had perched on the arm of the sofa, knee resting against your side as he faced the laptop screen over your shoulder.
âOâŠobviously, your letters are very good. Might be nice to put her reply in your kit for the later scenes as your unit closes in on Germany.â You bit your lip as it felt terribly personal to let him read it, but you scrolled up and held your breath as he leaned in to read through it. His arm reached around you to scroll down until heâd read the entire thing.
âGod ya really get these characters donâchaâŠâ He breathed against your ear, making you shiver slightly, before he sat up.
âIâŠâ You shook your head, at a loss for words. âIâll get it translated and sent to someone with pretty handwriting.â
âAntoine would put that in his breasâ pockeââŠnexâ ta his heart.â He intoned thoughtfully, hand moving to press against his chest over his own heart.
His romanticism might just be the death of you, your own heart thumping loudly in beneath your ribs. You tried to focus on carefully folding up his letters and offered them back to him. He tucked them into his jacket again before standing to serving two rice bowls and returning to sit with you.
âSo, when ya come back, day after next, Iâll drive ya.â
âAustin, please, youâve done so much already. The cab wonât be that much from hereâŠâ
âNah, selfish reasons. I get ta ask ya so many questions when yer ma captive audience.â He grinned and you managed a laugh despite the acrobatics your heart was performing inside your chest.
Was he flirting? Was he working? Lord only knew; you certainly did not. But you could hardly deny him anything at this point.
âDonât get too exciteâ, ma call times are murderâŠâ He teased.
âA small price to pay.â You shrugged in reply, digging into your dinner. âEspecially because I got to eat your food. Damn you can cook.â You ate happily, savouring every bite.
He watched you for a few moments before starting to eat his own quietly. He didnât stay late, just long enough to clean up after himself, wishing you a goodnight. He texted you a few more questions the next day before letting you know heâd be picking you up the next morning at six. You were dressed and downstairs, waiting for him. You were determined to be as little an imposition as possible.
The two of you fell into quite a tidy routine over the next two weeks, travelling to and from the studio together, eating the occasional meal together, digging deeper into his character to really capture Antoineâs essence for the film. Your ankle was getting stronger, too. By day eleven, you no longer needed the crutches at all, just patience and your ankle brace.
As the car pulled away from the studio at the end of the second week, Austin was shifting and fidgeting nervously next to you. His long fingers were pulling at one another, front teeth vicious against his lower lip. You took a breath before reaching out to set your hand on his forearm, gently squeezing.
âAre you ok?â You asked softly, quiet enough that the driver would not overhear.
He looked to you quickly and exhaled deeply, pausing a moment before he shook his head.
âIâŠwe tried a pre-read oâ tha scene fer nexâ week ânâ Iâm jusââŠnahâŠâ
You swallowed tightly as you knew what scenes were being filmed next week. The first time Yvette and Antoine made love, followed by a montage of their passionate love life.
âIs there anything I can do?â You chewed on the inside of your cheek as your mind went to some of your more descriptive lines in the book.
His brilliant blue eyes sought yours in the intermittent glow of the streetlights.
âWould ya be comfortable readinâ it through with me? Talkinâ it through with me?â His thumb and forefinger came up to pinch the cupidâs bow of his upper lip, tugging at it absentmindedly.
All the moisture seemed to evaporate from your mouth in that instant. As though you had swallowed a fistful of sand. Your tongue was not responding to the neurological signals from your brain, and it felt like a thick, dead weight.
The hesitant optimism melted from his face, expression returning to one of anxious dread. He may as well have driven your pencil through your heart, that look hurt so much. You forced a painful cough and squeezed his forearm again.
âOf course. I want to help you.â You rasped out and cleared your throat again. âI was just a little stunned but, yes of course.â You finished with a nod and exhaled in relief as he smiled softly.
âThank ya so much, crickeââŠWe can do it in yer office? Neutral territory?â He offered and you swallowed tightly at the image of discussing sex with him in your living room. You nodded rapidly.
âSounds goodâŠBut you should sleep in tomorrow. LikeâŠten oâclock?â
He chuckled fondly. âDealâŠnighâ crickeâ.â He touched your cheek briefly, fingers running along your skin, as the car pulled up at your building.
Despite choosing neutral territory, you were nothing but an anxious wreck the next morning. You changed clothes four times. It was difficult to pick the best Iâm-here-to-discuss-sex-with-you-in-a-totally-chill-way outfit. He greeted you in the car with your favourite Starbucks order and the pair of you sipped your beverages in mutual silence as the driver pulled up to the studio. It was still as busy as ever; other scenes being filmed in his absence. You led him up to the office, the two of you settling into the armchairs and opening your scripts.
âSoâŠdid you want to start by justâŠreading it through?â You asked quietly and he nodded quickly. âFull disclosure, I canât act or read French that wellâŠâ You laughed self-deprecatingly and he shook his head.
âItâs gonna be so helpful, thank ya.â He nodded and started reading Antoineâs dialogue.
You replied with Yvetteâs, reading aloud the stage directions as well. Every so often he would break out of character to ask questions, which you were happy to share your thoughts on. As always, you were careful to phrase your responses as though they were third-hand opinions rather than direct answers from the author. You may not be able to act, but apparently you were getting quite good at lying.
âOh cherie ya have no idea what ya do ta me.â He purred from the chair opposite you, and you fumbled with your binder for a moment before supplying Yvetteâs response.
âOui, Antoine, toi aussi.â Your voice was tellingly thick.
You risked a glance at him as he read his next line and clenched your thighs together at the intense look in his notably darker eyes. You quickly dove back into the script, trying to breathe normally as you kept your eyes glued to the page. So closeâŠalmost thereâŠThe word choices did not help your current situation. You gripped the corners of the binder, hoping the feeling of plastic digging into your palms would give you the strength to make it through this scene.
You were barely mumbling the lines by the end, but somehow you made it through alive. Albeit completely flushed and aroused. You were extremely grateful Austin had suggested neutral territory. Until Cloé knocked on the door.
âBaaaaabe!â She squealed and hustled into the room without waiting for an invitation, plonking down on his lap.
He winced with a grunt, and you could not help but wonder if he too had found himself affected by the last two hours.
âHeya Clo, howâre yer scenes goinâ today?â He smiled to her politely and you immediately felt the sour taste of jealousy in your mouth.
Closing your script, you collected the empty takeout cups and deposited them in the garbage as she chatted idly about what she was filming that day, playing with his hair in what smacked of territoriality.
âSo, youâre coming to my party tomorrow afternoon, right? Everybodyâs gonna be there.â
There was silence and you looked over, startled to see her looking right at you.
âI ⊠I, sure that sounds fun? What time and where?â You felt like a deer caught in headlights, committing yourself to be run over by this sudden party invite without time to think. She scribbled down her address on a piece of scrap paper from the coffee table and held it out to you.
âTomorrow afternoon. I look forward to seeing you there! Iâm sure Austin does, too.â She giggled and continued petting his hair. âSo, Aus, I have a break now, can you come run lines with me? Pretty please?â
He blinked up at her helplessly before looking to you.
âIâve got lots of work here, donât worry about me. You should practice it until you feel ready.â You smiled encouragingly even as the sour taste intensified on your tongue.
He smiled at you sweetly before following Cloé out of your office. You puttered for a few hours before texting him that you were catching the shuttle home. He replied with an apology but, despite your dislike of the woman, it was good they were working on the scene.
You did some chores around the house before turning in early, hoping to catch up on some of your sleep deficit from adjusting to Austinâs hours. Your mind had other ideas. Your exhaustion allowed you to fall asleep quickly, but your mindâŠ
The scent of straw is all around you. The stalks of it poking and scratching at the bare skin of your back. Contrasted by the slick, wet feel of Austinâs tongue on your neck. Reaching out you feel the rippling of muscle under the soft, tanned skin of his shoulders as he hovers above you. His golden curls fill your view, a haze of bright white light surrounding the two of you.
And his mouth is on you, between your thighs. Pillowy soft lips are pursed around your clit, sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your head is thrashing, his fingers are plunging in and out of you, your arousal squelching with the motion.
Your lips are stretching wide around the girth of his cock as your head bobs along his length, cheeks hollowing, the salty taste and velvety feeling of skin on your tongue. His sweet, desperate moans sounding above you. His fingers cupping your jaw, guiding your mouth.
The rough bite of weathered wood against your palms, your cheek. The ache in your lower abdomen as his deep thrusts nudge the tip of his cock against your cervix. The shudder that runs through you as you clench around him. The bite of his teeth on the soft skin connecting your shoulder to your neck. The splash of warm, explosive release inside you.
âŠYou inhaled sharply, raising your head from where it was pressing face-first into your pillow. You found yourself laying on your stomach, you hand between your legs inside your sleep shorts. The tell-tale spasms of a recent orgasm fluttered low in your belly, slick covering your hand. The realization of what had just happened jolted you completely awake, and you nearly flung yourself out of the bed, yanking at the sheets tangled around your legs.
This was a mistake.
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Subject: RAPTOR
Nomu!Hawks x Reader (NSFW)
This GIANT is the lovechild of this amazing fanart and this ask:
I twisted the shizznit out of that ask, but the inspiration is still there. A thank you to anyone who makes it through this very long ride.
This fic does takes some liberties in the creation of nomu. Some factors will deviate from canon.
Words: 20k+
You can also read this long-ass story on AO3 if thatâs more comfortable.
Heed these warnings: Blood and Death, Teratophilia/Monster-Fucking, Breeding, Mutant Genitalia, Unethical Experimentation, Mutilation, lots of handjobs and cum, LOTS of long tongue action and Iâm ashamed, Brief Suicide Ideation, and Shitty Science
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Fertile nomu were the greatest breakthrough that the villains could ever hope for. Breeding saves so much time and resources, as opposed to artificially creating each specimen from scratch. There were two major âprogramsâ, as these sick bastards insist on calling them.Â
The Mating Program, where the nomu were paired together, one with male sexual organs and the other with those of a female, though there was also the occasional subject that managed to possess both. It was an unpredictable process; miscarriages were common, sometimes the offspring dies minutes after birth, or the fetus develops too rapidly inside the womb and the birth becomes a violent bursting out of the parentâs body. Weaker nomu, usually the ones incapable of rapid regeneration, have been killed from such incidents. âWhat a waste,â those bastards in lab coats would say.
And then there was the Milking Program, in which semen was collected to later be frozen or artificially inserted into âother creaturesâ. Yeah, they say it as if ninety percent of those creatures werenât humans.
You were an unwilling member of the latter program, but the assholes sure did love making it sound like they were doing you a favor.
âThis entire precinct is yours,â they said. âYour very own farm of all-powerful beasts!â
Gee, thanks. Just what you always wanted, to jerk off abominations and collect their cum. To be fair, it could be worse. At least you werenât one of the unlucky ones being impregnated. Your possession of a quirk, albeit a mostly useless one, probably saved you from that fate. Those without a quirk had a higher chance of passing down all of the Nomuâs abilities. Just another addition to the long list of Why Being Quirkless Fucking Sucks.
The weaker and simpler nomu arenât an issue. A sort of imprinting drives them to obey your every command. Hell, jerking them off isnât even needed â you can literally just order them to ejaculate, and the damn things are spewing out their putrid seed before you can even prepare your containers.
The most troublesome part of your âjobâ was the High Ends. They are powerful, sentient, and God help you, have an actual sex drive. They were obedient to an extent, but you canât hold complete control over something that was specifically designed for independent thinking. You were responsible for only five of these advanced nomu, and that was too many. The touchy bastards always wanted more than just a handjob, vocalizing their lust through distorted throats. The long, beastly groans of âinsideâ and âgive pussyâ echoed in your head throughout the day and into the night.
These things can literally pound you into mush, and the very thought of carrying their horrifying children makes your throat burn with rising bile. You donât believe itâs worth risking your life just to please their monster dicks.
That was all before they introduced you to a new âpetâ. You stood in the hallway of your assigned area of the old hospital and watched two approaching figures. Ugh, another damn High End to make things more difficult, but this one made your heart skip a beat.Â
Most of the creatureâs body was a solid black, just like the rest within its tier. It was more slender than the others, upper body leaning forward with the support of long legs with joints that reminded you of a bird. Both its hands and feet were covered in scales and ended in large talons. A grand pair of ebony wings were folded behind its back, and a muscular feathered tail swayed with its movements. Overall, its appearance was a mixture of avian and reptilian.
The feathery wings were a huge hint, but absolute certainty struck you when you made eye contact, gold-filled eyes with a bird-like slant on a face that still managed to stay youthful after so many alterations to its body. You listened in on the villainsâ conversations whenever they were around. With no access to any kind of media in this place, it was the only way to stay up-to-date with everything happening outside of these cursed labs. You remember hearing about their latest victory, how they managed to overpower and kill the number two hero of Japan, dreadful news that you refused to believe. But the beast that was eyeing you curiously gave you no choice but to accept the truth.
Hawks has become their newest nomu.
The doctor accompanying him smiled proudly, commanding the monster to take your side. You gulped and tried not to flinch in his presence; you were always extra tense around new additions that didnât know you yet. âHawks is dead,â the doctor said calmly. âSay hello to our latest work: Raptor.â
You think youâd rather stick with âHawksâ. The doctor doesnât wait for a response before continuing. âWe expect samples from this one daily.â
The shocking demand has you speaking before you can stop yourself. âWhy?â
The manâs impassive eyes darkened and you shrink back, considering an apology but deciding that it was best to just keep your mouth shut. Prisoners like you followed a set of rules, the most important one being âNo Questionsâ. Theyâll feed you to the very beasts entrusted in your care without batting an eye.
Lucky for you, this man was willing to give you a pass. âAnalysis, fertilization, storage for future plansâŠmany matters that donât concern you. Expect me every morning to take it in for testing. Until then, get it settled and collect the first sample.â
You shuddered, sneaking a glance at Hawks, who was busy looking up at the occasional flicker of the ceiling light. It was careless to underestimate how observant the High Ends were, but this is the first time youâve seen one so openly curious. Normally they would just absently stare at nothing when left idle.
Only when the doctor turned to leave did you finally give the newcomer your full attention. âHawks?â
He continued to watch the blinking bulbs with great interest.
âUmâŠRaptor?â
You nearly jumped from how quickly his entire body turned toward you, completely still and waiting for whatever instructions came next.
You scratched at your head nervously. âRight, I guess that really is your name now. Well, come with me.â
He followed you down the old hall and past the rooms where others of his kind rested, talons tapping against the tiles with each step.
 x---x---x---x---xÂ
Raptorâs exposed frontal lobe throbs.
He doesnât remember anything before his awakening in that cold and wet chamber. Was there anything before? Had he just been born?
PerhapsâŠbut it just didnât feel right.
x---x---x---x---x
 Like all the other nomu, Hawksâs private space was nothing more than an emptied patient room. Their loyalty was the only thing keeping them from breaking down the old doors or tearing through the worn walls. Every minute spent alone with these superhumans was a gamble with your life.
But again, the newcomers make you extra nervous.
You stood at the door while Hawks examined his new home. He sniffed and pawed at every nook and cranny like an animal in unfamiliar surroundings, straightening his flexible spine to touch the ceiling before lowering himself on all fours. He seemed just as comfortable crawling as he was with walking; you can only imagine how incredible his agility has become. The beloved wing hero was best known for his swiftness in defeating and subduing villains, and it looks like the mad scientists sought to maximize his talents. The average nomu was built to be an indestructible powerhouse. Hawks was built to be an even more efficient predator than he already was.
As much as you didnât want to interrupt him, you had a job to do. âRaptorâŠâ
His head whipped around to pin you with a sharp stare, molten yellow slits revealing the red irises that only appear when focused. You tensed, but he made no further movements.
You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. Nomu respond best to a confident and assertive voice. âJust relax and stay still. Itâs time for me to collect some sperm, if you even know what that means.â You grab the jar that you had already prepared in the corner.
He shook his wings and soft mane of hair, leaving his head a poofy mess. Well that wasâŠcute. You approached him before setting the container back down and reaching for the pathetic rags they called shorts. Itâs beyond ridiculous how these sadistic doctors are willing to completely violate and alter a personâs corpse, yet they force the abominations to keep their junk covered as some form of decency.
A low rumble vibrated from his chest as you dropped to your knees and pulled down his only article of clothing, allowing the not quite human-looking cock to spring free â a thick base with a curved shaft decorated with scale-like ridges on the top and bottom, then tapering to an arrow-like head, twitching and growing each second. Youâve seen stranger dicks, but it still catches you by surprise. Was Hawksâs dick always like this?
Is that a distasteful question? He is technically dead.
The moment your hand made contact, a loud hiss rushed past his teeth and he stepped back, wings flapping as he backed away until he hit the wall.
âCalm down.â His reaction startled you, but your voice remained steady. He wasnât showing any signs of aggression, his widened eyes and timid posture gave the impression that he was just caught off-guard. âCalm,â you repeated more softly.
A few seconds pass while his breaths slow and he stands straight again to give you access to his fully hardened cock.
You try to move more slowly, at first running just your fingertips along his length to ease him into the feeling. You smiled at the sight of his face relaxing; he was surprisingly expressive. âSee? Itâs not so bad, is it?â
His mouth opened to give you a glimpse of sharp teeth that could easily shred your flesh, but the only sounds that come out are several choked peeps. He winces and brings a clawed hand to his throat.
âCanât talk yet, huh? Donât worry, it usually takes a few days for you guys.â You closed your fingers around his shaft in a firm grip and began to stroke him.
The soft purrs must mean that he has fully given in. He thankfully hasnât made any grabs at you yet; only staring down and watching you explore every inch of his pitch-black meat, taking his leaking pre-cum and smearing it all over for lubrication.
His wings shiver and his tail begins to swing wildlyâyou flinch at each loud thud whenever the powerful limb whacks the wall or slams into the floor. You briefly wonder if the feathers on his tail are capable of becoming sharp blades like the ones on his wings.
The purrs become low growls as he begins to bend over your kneeling form, muscular thighs quivering around you. His cock was twitching under your quickening pace, notifying you that it was time to grab the jar and get ready. âNo need to hold back. Go ahead and cum.â
He obeyed with a high screech and two sets of talons seized your shoulders, tearing through cloth and digging into your skin. You yelped, but didnât halt your milking of his cock, ensuring each spurt of cum landed inside the container. Blood can be felt trickling down your arms, his grip on the verge of crushing bone until he finally lets go after his final spasm. You release the breath you didnât even know you were holding as you sealed the jar and stood up. âGood, now rest,â you said through clenched teeth and turned to leave.
A distorted chirp is heard behind you; you twisted your head to see Hawks rushing forward, and your heart jumps into your throat. Fuck, what did you do? Did turning your back excite him? Running wasnât a smart option at this point. You held the fresh warm sample close to you as you shut your eyes and braced for whatever the nomu had planned.
But when he was close enough for you to feel his hot breath against your back, nothing happened. Then there were fingers, the same fingers that pierced your flesh with their hooked claws, lightly tracing over the bleeding wounds. It was a touch that was way too gentle for a monster created to kill.
You heard the choked sounds again, and you take a look at his face as he strains to form a word, eventually giving up and mouthing it instead. What you read from his lips was something that hasnât been said to you during your entire time in this hellish hospital.
âSorry.â
He retreats to a corner and curls up his entire body like an animal sleeping in the cold.
You felt like the one unable to speak now, mouth opening and closing in search of a response. Eventually you were able to collect yourself. âItâs alrightâŠI guess. Not the first time one of you has handled me roughly. First time one of you showed any regret, thoughâŠitâs honestly really freaking me out.â You giggle uncomfortably and decide that you need to hurry up and treat yourself before the scratches get infected. âRest,â you make sure to command before rushing out of the door.
The restroom held a shabby but functional shower that will rid you of the blood, and the workers were at least generous enough to give you the bare minimum of first-aid along with extra gowns. A couple excruciating dabs of alcohol on the open wounds should clean them up just fine.
Youâll have to think about Hawksâs odd behavior later. You still had other nomu to tend to.
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Subject: Raptor
Field Test
Quirk #1: Fierce Wings
Notes: As the hostâs original quirk, we donât expect Raptor to experience any difficulties with Fierce Wings. It should serve more as a refresher for his memory. With a brain more advanced than any other nomu so far, he should still be quick in attacking and reacting. His slightly enlarged wings will allow for greater endurance during flight, and of course, a bigger arsenal of feathers. The feathers on his tail are also to be tested.
The room that Raptor stood in the center of was filled with targets everywhereâsome static, some moving in fixed patterns. The humans in coats were a safe distance away and watching him closely.
âRaptor, strike the targets with your feathers.â
He didnât even have a chance to see which one gave the order before his body was already reacting. It took only seconds for him to pin the locations and time the movements of each target. In a flash, black sharpened feathers darted in multiple directions and pierced every mark in the room.
He didnât care about impressing the Coats, but he still released a pleased hum after hearing his entire audience gasp. The whole situation felt familiar for some reason. Completing such a test felt so natural to him, he could probably do it blindfolded.
âAgain, but this time use only the feathers from your tail.â
He obeyed. With his body lowered and tail raised, it only took two seconds longer to hit each mark.
Several more tests took place. He chopped objects of different materials and varying thickness, sliced apart a combat robot while using only his tail as a blade, and showed off his speed and aerial maneuvers during a small obstacle course.
His brain pulsed painfully. He doesnât understand why taking so many commands was such a painful struggle.
He didnât mind the tests much. At least he can actually do something in these test fields, as opposed to sitting in his empty room all day. After the very pleasant time spent with you, it was nothing but hours of pacing, scratching, and grooming out of boredom.
You mentioned there being others like him in those rooms. How do they handle having absolutely nothing to do for so long?
âIts mind tends to wander, doesnât it?â
He turns to the source of the voice and finds a pair of Coats that stared at him like they were trying to probe his mind with just their eyes. The rest were scrambling about, discussing the excellence of his performance and scribbling notes.
But these two only seemed interested in watching him get lost in his thoughts. He stared back, waiting to see if they had any commands to give.
One of them only smirked as the loyal creature stood at full attention. âYes, not very hostile, either. Not only is he capable of higher levels of thinking, he is the first High End that doesnât host the body of some brutish villain. A more complex mind often comes with very human...quirks.â
Raptor blinks. They really enjoyed saying that particular word.
x---x---x---x---x
When you stepped into Hawksâs room for the second morning, you were ready to step right back out when you saw the state of it.
Claw marks everywhere, covering the walls and floor like webs embedded in the surface. Hawks was looking at you closely while stooped low to the floor, but his body appeared relaxed and not ready to lunge.
Not a single hair on you moved when you spoke. âAre you alright?â
He tilted his head at the question, releasing a puff of air through his nostrils before returning to whatever he was trying to do to the floor. He wasnât violent with his movements. The talons scraped across wide curves, long lines, other patterns with seemingly no goal in mind. Looking around at the other claw marks, you realize that none of them are the angry slashes of a beast throwing a fit. They all looked to have been drawn in a calm matter, twisting and turning into random non-specific shapes.
âRaptor, are youâŠbored?â
He paused his carving to look at you again and releases a long and drawn-out groan, throat vibrating along with the vocals. Was that a whine?
All of the High Ends had traces of their original personality, but this was on another level. It wasnât unwelcomed, however. âYou know, when the other High Ends donât have anything to do, they kinda justâŠI donât know, itâs like they put their brains on a power-saver mode. You canât do that?â
His brain responds with several strong pulses. Gross, youâre never going to get used to that pink-gray matter moving around. After what was apparently deep thought, Hawks gave a softer groan and shook his head.
You couldnât help but laugh humorlessly at this entire situation. âIncredible. Youâd think that these smartasses would know that making a creature of extraordinary intelligenceâI bet thatâs what they saidâwould mean that your big gross brain needs regular stimulation. Geniuses, my ass.â
Hawks gave a beastly snort. Seems like he agrees with you. You donât mean to sound like those insane bastards, but it truly was incredible to see a High End that showed interest in casual conversation, not just commands or any opportunity to cause destruction.
Feeling confident that he wonât maul you out of boredom, you finally approach and kneel in front of him. âSorry, thereâs not much I can do about that,â you said with genuine sympathy. âNot like I have any entertainment of my own. My room sucks too. Butââ You held up your fresh new jar. âMaybe we can kill some time together again? God, that makes me sound like a sex worker for you guys.â
You donât know if he has a sense of humor, but he clearly understands your hints and perks up. He stands so that your face is leveled with his groin, black scaly hands tugging at his shorts until a loud rip causes him to grunt in frustration. You giggle and decide to help tear the rest off. âThey were just shitty rags, anyway,â you said.
He was already growing right in front of you. Your hand wraps around him for a second time, thankful that it doesnât startle him again. He tenses for only a moment, but quickly relaxes when your stroking begins, a large pair of testes swinging freely now that there was no cloth to contain them.
âWow,â you couldnât help but gasp. âYouâre not even built as big as the other nomu, but those are still impressive. I guess youâve got plenty of samples to give, huh? Good, âcause Iâve gotta do this every damn day.â
You received a purr and a swish of his tail in response. It was a one-sided conversation, but it was still pretty refreshing. Milking the other High Ends was an uncomfortable task, one where you always had to be prepared with a loud and strong âNoâ or âStopâ whenever their excitement evolved into aggression. Every minute was tense, and despite your occasional wish for release from this shitty life, you didnât want a violent end at the hands of these sex-hungry monstrosities.
His reactions werenât too different from yesterday; he was being more vocal and less shy about physically expressing his pleasure. The massive black wings blew your hair back with each powerful beat, and his tail was thrashing about even more wildly.
His deep purrs werenât unpleasant, slowly changing into higher mewls as he got closer. âCome on, just do what you did last time.â
And so he did, delivering another fresh sample straight into your container with a warped cry. His hands lingered right over you, clenched in tight fists that surely had those sharp talons digging into his rough palms. You couldnât be sure, but it looked as if he was trying not to grab you this time. Would he really care about that without being told?
Hot, tired breaths blew into your hair as he recovered from his climax. Then, with his head reared back, he let out a yawn. You even heard a faint little whine similar to a dog escape him. It would have been pretty endearing if it werenât for just how widely his mouth was opened, displaying the scary set of teeth within. Does he really use those in combat?
With his still-dripping member going flaccid, he returned to the spot he was scratching at, lazily tracing the markings that were already made. The thought of him doing this for another ten hours or so made you frown. They probably wouldnât care if you stayed in this room a little longer than usual, would they?
Shrugging, you kneeled down again, this time resting beside him. Hawks stopped and looked at you curiously.
âSharpen one of your feathers and give it to me,â you ordered.
Almost immediately a feather appears right in front of you. You grab it, taking care not to cut your fingers on the razor-like barbs. Whenâs the last time youâve held a writing utensil? Shifting awkwardly next to the large nomu, you took the quill and began scratching lines into the floor. The hot heavy breaths and overall warmth from his close presence was hard to ignore. Youâve never been this close to a nomu for any reason that wasnât jerking them off. He remained calm, watching your hand closely until you finished drawing a small grid.
âYou know how to play tic tac toe?â
He blinked.
ââŠOkay, itâs pretty simple. You fill a space with either an âOâ or an âXââŠâ
Somehow, teaching a killer monster how to play a common childrenâs game was weirder than making him jizz. He caught on quickly, favoring Xâs. You were winning each game at first, but once he figured out all of the possible patterns, every game was ending in a draw. You drew larger grids, sometimes having both of you move to a different spot for more room. Most matches were still draws, but he will sometimes catch you by surprise and scratch a row of three Xâs that you didnât notice in time, his tail swishing out of what may have been pride or enjoyment.
After a while you decided to show him other shapes. Maybe he can experiment with them more when you were gone. Who knows, soon he might be drawing more than random lines. He wasnât bad company, to be honest. Then again, your standards have taken a nosedive ever since you winded up in this facility of unethical science. It was nice to spend time with anything that didnât want to just tear you in half with a massive cock.
Only when you felt like you overstayed your welcome and stood back up did you realize how much of a mess you both made of the floor and walls.
âOops, it looks like a bunch of kids got in here,â you said while looking at the collage of shapes and lines. Hopefully the doctors wonât find this too strange; he was pretty intelligent, after all. âWell, itâs about time I take my leave. You keep practicing your doodling skills, I guess.â With the jar of white fluid back in your arms, you headed on out, but a large hand grabs onto your arm.
Hawksâs yellow eyes were wider than usual, a scraping, guttural noise leaving his throat as he toyed with his voice.
âSssâŠ..aaayyâŠâ Just like the other High Ends, his vocals were warped and all-around unsettling, but you could hear it, traces of the playful and smooth-talking hero that you used to watch during interviews and talk shows. It was barely there, but it was still there.
âStâŠaay.â
You couldnât help the sad smile that graced your face. He was looking at you like a puppy. âSorry, but I donât know what theyâd do if they notice me staying here for too long,â you explained.
He winced from the strain of his vocal chords. âComeâŠback?â
You shook your head. âThere are cameras in the halls. I shouldnât be going in and out of your room.â You tensed under his grip, afraid that refusing him like this will anger him. He has been very docile so far, but you donât know what it takes to set him off.
Thankfully, he lets go of you and backs away with another one of those whines. For Godâs sake, were you really feeling bad about leaving one of these...things?
To be fair, in the two days youâve known him, Hawks was already much different from the others. Hell, he hasnât even shown any true signs of aggression yet. The other High Ends are always expressing some desire to attack or break something. You thought it came naturally with all of the engineering. For something that was apparently supposed to be their finest specimen yet, Hawksâs behavior wasnât fitting for his job at all. You just played tic tac fucking toe with him like two kids on a sidewalk.
Thatâs probably why you found yourself trying to reassure him. âWe can play some more tomorrow. Donât worry.â
An odd clicking noise was madeâhe sure had a variety of sounds reminiscent of birdsâand he returned to his favorite corner, hooking his talons into an empty spot on the wall to begin yet another drawing.
The slightest hint of warmth could be felt in your chest as you left him to his creative tasks. This place sucks and has deprived you of everything good in life forâŠyouâve lost track of how long. Youâll take whatever you can get to make things more bearable around here.
And if that âwhateverâ turns out to be a former top hero who was killed and resurrected into a horrid experiment, then so be it.
x---x---x---x---x
Subject: Raptor
Field Test
Quirk #2: Reptile
Notes: The Reptile quirk will make for a great upgrade to Raptorâs physical capabilities. He may possess wings, but the ability to climb almost any surface will be helpful in enclosed areas and improve his overall performances in stealth. A flexible spine allows him to comfortably be both bipedal and quadrupedal, the digitigrade legs granting him greater speed and jumps.
Also, someone needs to send in a request for a new pair of shorts for the damned thing.
There were many more instructions to follow this time. The Coats were bombarding him with one command after another.
âClimb up here.â
âSlash this with your talons.â
âCrush this with your hands. Try again with your feet.â
His head throbbed painfully as the voices took hold of his movements. They pushed his endurance to the limit when they made him run on a machine, first on his legs, then again on all fours. He was only running in place, but it was much more satisfying than pacing back and forth in that boring room.
It turns out that he can scale walls and ceilings with little effort thanks to the pads on his hands and feet. Maybe he can try drawing on the ceiling when he returns to his room. The only downside was that you wouldnât be able to sit up there with him.
The Coats observed behind the (assumed) safety of a wall of thick glass. Each one possessed a small microphone so that their voice can still be heard clearly through the speaker on his side of the room.
They always watched him with cold and calculating eyes, and only spoke to him when telling him to do something. You feared him; his feathers easily sensed your tension, unsteady breaths, and quickening heartbeats, yet you still took the time to be friendly. And what you do with those handsâŠhe wishes youâd make him feel that good all day. Yes, his room was small and boring, but it did have you.
âRaptor, to the opposite end of the room,â a Coat ordered. The sensation of being pulled by his entire head forced him to take his place at the wall, staring straight ahead at the door.
His wings twitched from a powerful approaching presence, feathers instinctively sharpening at the possible incoming threat. The door was opened by a small Coat to make way for a beast, a beast with a large powerful form and exposed brain just like him.
Vacant eyes stared straight ahead, looking right through him like it was dead on its feet.
âThis is one of Clonerâs spawn, yes?â A female Coat spoke with her mouth close to the mic. He supposes that they donât care if he hears them.
âYes. His offspring always turn out even more unstable than him. This one canât even produce a single proper clone, and no additional quirks were inherited. Itâs useless.â
âWell, at least itâll help us in its final moments.â The man leaned into his mic. âRaptor, kill the nomu. Do not use your wings.â
The woman followed up with her own order. âNomu, kill Raptor.â
Blood was suddenly rushing through his body twice as fast, the reds of his eyes appearing and locking onto the target that was already charging at him with a horrifying wail.
Kill it.
He ducked under the bigger creatureâs closing arms that would have likely trapped him into a crushing hug, causing his opponent to lose balance and fall forward. His hand shot up and dug his talons into thick flesh, slicing it from its chest all the way down to its stomach as he ran beneath. Rising from under the nomuâs legs, he turned to see his gruesome work.
Instead, he sees the blur of a fist right before it smashes into his face and sends him flying. His back colliding hard with the wall accompanied the shattering of his jaw. There was no time to wait for his vision to clear up, scrambling out of the path of the charging silhouette before it slams into the now-empty spot, the impact shaking the entire room.
The pain only intensified when his face and spine began to shift, mending itself back together while he tried his hardest to keep his eye on the much more violent beast. A ghoulish moan was heard as it straightened itself, and Raptor could see the large gash that should have easily disemboweled it already closing up.
Ah, so they can both heal.
It was already charging straight at him again. The thing was fast and powerful, but it was acting like it had a one-track mind, sticking to a simple strategy of running towards him and dealing whatever damage it could.
His wings twitched, but there was a barrier in his mind preventing them from moving. Damned Coats.
The fight became a game of evasion, darting and dashing around the bigger and stronger nomuâs swings and countering with deep slashes. Wearing it down was impossible with such rapid healing, every cut he brought upon its skin was quickly sewn shut.
His only chance was to attack its brain, but the nomu had enough sense to protect its one true vulnerable spot, nearly crushing Raptorâs arm into paste after an attempt to sink his talons into the soft matter.
So he kept dodging, and dodging, until something inside the creature just...snapped. Perhaps it was out of frustration in failing to land any hits, but its haunting moans and wails soon became full on screams. Tightly clenched fists pounded into the floor, the stone floor crumbling under the sudden tantrum. Raptor stood and watched, wings tensing from the burst of tortured emotions.
âHm, you werenât exaggerating about the meltdowns,â he heard one of the Coats say, her voice as dull as ever.
âWhat an embarrassment. Damn thing canât even carry out a simple fight.â
Raptor looked behind the glass of spectators and saw faces of disappointment.
âA complete waste.â
âClonerâs children are all wasted potential.â
âWhat a sad display.â
âPathetic.â
He looked back at the creature that was now writhing and flailing, its skin oozing a blob that throbbed and squirmed, like it was trying its hardest to take a shape.Â
But the bubbly pulses stop and the dripping mass melts into a lifeless puddle. The nomu continues to scream after its failed attempt at using its quirk. Raptorâs gut twists with pity.
A sad display, indeed.
âRaptor! Did you forget your orders? Kill him!âÂ
The sharp command smothers all feelings of sympathy, and before Raptor knew it, he was running toward the tormented creature, each feather on his tail sharpening with every step. Ducking under a blind swipe, the black spear thrusted forward and pierced its brain with a sickening shlunk.
The thrashing was reduced to short spasms as the nomu choked out its final groans, its terrified eyes glazing over when the last traces of life faded.Â
The tail was yanked out and shook off the blood and spongy brain matter to splatter on the ground. Raptor gave a soft whine of distress.
âWell, that was all rather underwhelming.â
âYep, that didnât exactly challenge Raptor at all.â
âIâm concerned about his lack of aggression. Did you all see him hesitate?â
âMost likely just confusion and caution after witnessing such a sudden breakdown.â
So many voices, so many comments; Raptor paid no attention to them. His mind was on the corpse that continued to bleed heavily from the large gash in its head. Raptor was the stronger nomu. He won.
Was he supposed to feel proud? Victorious?
âHeâs a very smart one. Did you see the markings in his room? He and his harvester have been...bonding.â That voice...Raptor recognized it as the Coat that showed up every morning to retrieve him from his room to enter these test rooms. âI canât decide if I like the idea of a friendly nomu.â
The woman dismissed his worries. âAs long as he knows to kill when heâs told, his behavior shouldnât matter. But it might benefit us to test his relationship with his owner after weâve finished observing his quirks.â
His throat vibrates as a low growl passes through.
Raptor doesnât like it here.
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Maybe itâs just because Friday (youâre pretty sure itâs Friday on your self-made calendar) tends to be your busiest day of the week, or that your wrist is beginning to wear down from the many giant dicks youâve been stroking. Or maybe itâs just one of those days when you remember just how shitty this life was. Whatever it was, you werenât in one of your best moods today.Â
Thatâs why you felt just the smallest hint of excitement when you reached Hawksâs door. Yes, itâs weird, but he was the closest thing you had to a companion around here, alright?Â
The last thing you expected was to open the door to an empty room, at least it appeared that way until you saw the black creature resting on the ceiling.
âAah!â You yelp and drop the jar out of fright, causing Hawks to jump from the sudden noise. You curse and quickly pick up the container and scan it for any cracks while he gracefully twists his body to drop on the floor with a thud. He was as graceful as a cat...a cat that can comfortably sit upside down.
Relieved to see the jar in one piece, you turned your attention back to the waiting High End. âI didnât know you could climb like that.â
His wings fluttered at the comment and he raised his palms right in front of your face. Ah yes, a hand. Very lovely. But looking more closely, you could see a difference in texture on the rounded pads of his fingertips. âOoh, little sticky hairs, huh?â
He gave a click of what you assumed to be approval, tail swinging behind him.
âSo I guess youâre not just born knowing everything your body can do. Sounds troublesome.â Thereâs something you wanted to do, something you wouldnât ever consider doing with the other nomu even in your dreams. âMay I, uh, touch them?â You held up your own hands innocently.
Hawks cocked his head, a gesture that youâre always going to find kinda cute, before grunting and bringing his larger hands to yours. All ten of your fingers made contact, and the slightest shiver shot down your spine.Â
Itâs the first time youâve ever touched one of these monsters outside of jerking them to collect semen. Your curiosity was always there, but the disgust and fear you often felt when in their presence fueled the overpowering desire to hurry up, get the damn job done, and get away from them as quickly as possible.
You never imagined that youâd be standing face to face with a High End, feeling the surprisingly soft pads on his scaly hands, his breaths deep and hot against your face as those red irises watched your expressions. He was still very intimidating with his tall form, glowing glare, and the large imposing pair of wings. But those eyesâthey contained too much intelligence and emotion in them.
Too human. It was as uncanny as it was fascinating.Â
Only when his eyes close and he begins to croon softly do you realize that one of your hands have moved up to touch his face. The black skin feels extra thick when you gently press his cheek, strong and leathery. He leans in and brings his head closer to give you better access, and you canât help but reward the reaction with scratches against his jaw and chin.
âYou know, youâve been doing a shitty job of acting like the ultimate killer,â you said when he purrs happily.Â
The purr morphs into a disgruntled whine. âDonât...like.â
Your hand pauses, hoping for him to elaborate as well as he could. âDonât likeâŠ?â You encouraged him.
He was still struggling to work his vocal chords, but at least he seemed to be showing less pain. âDonât like...k-killiiing.â
What?
âRaptor, thatâs...you know...the very thing you were made for, and you donât like doing it?â Not that youâre complaining about his gentle nature, but hearing a damn nomu say that he dislikes killing might be the most ludicrous thing youâve heard here, even more so than the first time you were told to make an abomination cum.
His entire body stiffens, and you couldnât help but tense up as well. âMaaade-â He makes a harsh hacking sound. â-to kill?â
Shit. You panic and attempt to backpedal. âNot to actually kill. Youâre supposed to be, you know, the strongest creature thatâs capable of killing whenever he wants...if you, uh, wanted to.â Yeah, that sounds good enough.
It appears to do the trick, his body relaxing again. âDonât like,â he repeated more smoothly this time.
âI know, I know. Killing sucks. Just donât tell the assholes in labcoats that, alright? Now calm down.â You return to your ministrations, this time using both hands to rub and scratch his face. His eyes drift shut again as your hands trail down to his slightly elongated neck, brushing past his steady pulse.
Reaching his collar and then his chest, you discover that heâs solid muscle everywhere. He may not be on the verge of bursting out of his own skin like the others, but he could no doubt snap you like a twig just as easily. You feel his chest heave from a deep breath, the strength emanating from his body making you shiver. You shush him when he jolts as your hands reach his pronounced abs, pushing against the hard muscle until you finally arrive at his groin.
You snorted at the new pair of shorts. âAnother pair, huh? At least these look a little less ragged.â
You pulled his large member out for the third time. Why did you have to do this daily? What could they possibly be doing with so many jars of jizz? Making cakes?
Sighing, you brushed off the soreness of your arm and wrist and began to pump his ridged length. âJust do me a favor and try to cum quickly, alright?âÂ
He made a rather sad groan at that, curling into himself so that his face was close to yours. His sharp breaths were loud in your ears.
You couldnât help but smile even through the strain of your muscles. âWhat, you wanna make this last? Do you know how many dicks Iâve had to tend to today? Cut me some slack, weâre gonna be doing this everyday, anyway.â
Hawks purrs before that monstrous voice shakes your body, his hot breath warming the side of your face and neck. âFeel gooood.â
The primal lust dripping from him triggers a pulse of warmth inside you. You...canât remember the last time youâve felt that, and itâs just a tad strange that a nomu caused it. Were you really that starved for attention? âI-â You cleared your throat after an awkward voice crack. âI know, handjobs tend to feel good. But please be a good boy and help me out here.â
He gives a puff that blows your hair back, but he complies. The big sweaty face that buries itself in your neck is so distracting that you almost forget to get your jar ready and fill it with the incoming spurts of semen. There, the final sample of the day has been collected. Now, if you could just push the panting fiend off of you before he starts drooling on your shoulder.
Something warm and slimy touches your neck. It has you pulling back so quickly that you almost fall and spill the vile essence all over you before the jar could be properly sealed.
Hawks shrinks back and quickly withdraws the indigo tongue into his mouth, looking down in what appears to be shame. You touch the licked spot, the thick saliva coating your fingers.Â
âSss-sorrry.â Regret can be heard clearly in his droning voice.
âNo, itâs...itâs okay,â you stammer. The sensation lingers, and then ignites a spark somewhere inside you.
A sick, disgusting, and absolutely fucked up spark. The next thing you say should horrify you, but instead you feel nothing but a twisted form of anticipation. âYou can...um...do that again, if you want.â
His tail slapped the floor in excitement before he slowly closed the distance again, cautiously looking into your eyes before his tongue slithers out and caresses the same wet space.
The smooth muscle is hot against you, extending to inhuman lengths to explore your neck. The slick sounds as it slid across your skin should have grossed you outâall of this should be grossing you out, so you donât understand why you tilt your head back to give him more room. He licks up and down your throat slowly to savor your taste, breathing heavily and releasing a stale stench from his open maw. You imagined the breath of a previously dead man to smell a hundred times worse, frankly.Â
With your neck completely drenched in his cooling slobber, he ventures upward, purring louder than ever as he tastes the flesh of your jaw. The tapered end of his tongue begins to curiously flick at your earlobe before circling around the shell of your ear. He seems to take a liking to the flabby cartilage and laps at it playfully while giving the occasional nip and suck and god, itâs all heard so fucking clearly, every schlick and smack traveling right through your canal and setting off questionable reactions all over you. Your hands are clenched and held against your chest, but you donât tell him to stop.
âWhat the hell is wrong with me?â
The licking moves to your cheek, lapping at it shortly before moving to your pursed lips.
âThis is fucked up beyond words.â
You flinch when the clammy tongue brushes over your lips, at first smoothing over them lightly, possibly testing to see how youâd react. His face is so close, your noses almost touching. To allow a nomu this close to you, touching you like thisâŠ
When you make no move of resistance, he gets braver and laps at your mouth with controlled eagerness. Your eyes close to hide from the otherworldly gaze, but your lips feel even more sensitive to the weight that continues flicking and pressing at them, covering them in hot saliva. Several times does it briefly part your lips and graze your teeth, making you swallow at the thought ofâŠ
âDonât do that.â
Hawks pauses when you open up for him, but gives a gleeful chirp and snakes his way into your inviting mouth.
âIâm really letting him do this.â
Clawed hands grab your arms a little too tightly and hold you in place. It hurts, yet all you can focus on is the flexible muscle exploring your mouth. It rubbed against the roof, pushed at the inside of your cheeks, and eventually stroked and curled around your own tongue.
âYouâre sick.â
But youâve been sick ever since you got here, havenât you?
When his grip loosens, you take the opportunity to place your hands around his head, digging your fingers into his...hair? Plumage? Was his hair always this feather-like?
A high-pitched sound of surprise leaves him when you try to pull him in closer. He quickly complies, closing the distance until his lips and mouth are covering yours.
It completely smothers your senses. You see his black wings expand to slowly encase both of you. You hear the wet friction of his tongue and the hungry growls that roll from his throat. You smell sweat and blood, briefly wondering just what exactly was he made to do during those âtestsâ. You taste the thick and flavorless saliva that makes you gag at first, but becomes easier to swallow as you take in more. And most of all, you feel him slowly moving in and out of your wide open mouth, the thrusting motion forcing your thighs to rub together in response to the growing heat threatening to consume you.
You snap out of it before that can happen.
Hawks pulls away when he hears your choked sounds of protest, your hands suddenly on his chest and pushing. Fresh oxygen rushes back into your lungs when his tongue leaves your mouth and retreats back into his. The warmth between your legs doesnât fade away. Everything that just happened, everything you just allowed this monster to do fully sinks in.
And you fucking enjoyed it.
You back away from him as quickly as you can, ignoring his confused groans. A wave of nausea sweeps over you like a powerful gust that churns your stomach.
âRest. I need to go.â It was all you said before you picked up the forgotten jar and fled the room, refusing to falter from the sorrowful whines behind you.
The urge to spew the little food youâve been fed throughout the day all over the hallway floor is strong, but you manage to hold out until you reach the toilet in your room, quickly kneeling and hurling. It wasnât much, but it still left you teary-eyed and with a burning throat.
What did you do? Just what the hell did you do that warranted getting kidnapped, having your nice comfortable life stolen from you, and the only way to cope was by making out with a horrid creature? You jolt from a painful mix of a sob and a hiccup. Itâs been weeks since your last breakdown, but this new discovery was another hard blow to your sanity and pride. You let the tears flow as you flushed away your mess, moving over to your bed and collapsing onto the thin mattress. Fuck this facility. Fuck the scum that created all of this.
And fuck the throbbing wetness between your legs that still wonât go away.
Your sobs transform into humorless laughs. Youâre going to have to get rid of the throbbing yourself, arenât you? They wonât arrive to collect all of your samples for about another thirty minutes, so that should be enough time...
You pulled down the thin blue pants and rubbed your fingers over the slick that had gathered from what had transpired in Hawksâs room. Itâs true, youâve been doing nothing but sick shit since youâve been tossed into this new life. Why do you even still hold on to feelings like shame and disgust? What good will they do you here?
So you try to drown out the voice of your conscience as you laid back, succumbing to the wonderfully twisted thoughts of a nomuâs tongue.
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Subject: Raptor
Examination
Quirk #3: Regeneration
Quirk#4: Heat Resistance
Notes: Our most advanced specimens deserve the best healing quirks we have to offer. Raptor is no exception. It will also make up for his lack of weight and hard muscle, not that he should ever be mistaken as frail. Most importantly, this should accelerate the regrowth of his feathers and supply him with an endless arsenal. We do not want to risk his regeneration being hindered by burns. After all, it was fire that led to the hostâs death. This is why we have added a quirk that should make it almost completely fireproof.
The only people that Raptor disliked more than the Coats, were the Masks. The Coats saw him as nothing more than an attack dog that is expected to obey every command. But the humans in masks...to them, he was just a fleshy object to be dissected and analyzed.
They were poking and cutting to their heartâs content. His mind screamed to get away from the assortment of blades and needles that hovered over him, sinking into his skin in various places while he could only writhe against the cuffs of the metal table he was strapped to. He doesnât believe itâs their intention to test every ounce of his willpower, but that sure as hell is what theyâre doing right now as he tries, really tries not to use his feathers out of desperation.
âExcellent. The cuts begin healing the moment theyâre made,â one of them observes. âTry deeper incisions. Maybe I should try removing one of its eyes.â
Raptorâs heartbeat was booming in his ears after hearing those words.
A younger Mask has been flinching from every one of the nomuâs movements. âShouldnât we sedate it or something? What if it lashes out?â
âStop panicking. A nomu wonât hurt anyone without orders, though his responses to pain are stronger than I expected. We may have to fix that.â
Raptor wouldnât mind that at all. He hisses and howls as heâs taken apart and mended back together in a torturous loop. His brain is throbbing so strongly one would worry that it might burst. He fights to think through all of the agony.Â
He thinks of your touch. He thinks of your taste. Were you repulsed by what he did that morning?Â
Sharp pain shot through his wings when his feathers were being forcefully yanked out, his teeth on the verge of shattering from his tightly clenched jaws.
âPerfect! Look at that, theyâre already growing back in.âÂ
They were. He could feel the fresh plumes pushing through his skin. The regeneration did well in preventing any real damage, but it didnât make the violent tearing of his feathers any easier to bear.
The cruel assault on his wings and tail eventually ended, black fluff littering the roomâs floor. He remembers when you mentioned other nomu being capable of shutting down whenever they wanted. What he wouldnât give to just turn off like a light switch right now.
âAlright, itâs time to move on to his heat resistance. Get the torch.â
The what? Raptor searched the fragments of his knowledge; most words were familiar to him, they just took a while to be remembered from...something. He doesnât understand how he already knows so much, even though his subconsciousness needs time to dust everything off.
One of the Masks was holding a small object that ended in a tube. With a push of a button, a small blue flame appeared.
The glowing yellow eyes that were normally slits were suddenly wider than he thought possible, every part of him hyper focused on the small fire that was getting too close to his sore wings. His mind recovered a new piece of information:
Blue flames are to be feared.
He was thrashing the second the searing pain was felt, fighting to escape, to get away from the blue death that threatened to incinerate his wings again. He has felt this before. He doesnât want to burn again.
Panic consumed him, unaware of how much his feathers have sharpened as he beats his wings and tail against the table. He can barely hear the Masksâ frantic voices over the ear-splitting screech, a screech that he realizes is coming from his own strained throat.
ââptor, I SAID STOP!â
âây arm! Fuck, my arm is bleeding badââ
ââold you heâd attack! Why is he reacting soââ
ââatives! Into his neck! Hurry!â
Needles are being jammed into his neck, the chemicals working quickly in sapping away his strength, limbs becoming too heavy to move, and his thoughts were too cloudy to even continue panicking. The scorching heat was still present in his wing, but he can still feel the presence of all of his feathers. There was no foul smell of burnt plumage.
âAaaugh, my arm...â In the corners of his vision, Raptor saw one of the Masks hunched over and clutching a blood-soaked arm. He didnât mean to hurt any of them.
âShut up and go patch yourself up.â An older man motioned the rest to come closer to the calmed nomu, which they cautiously obeyed. âDo you all see it? His feathers arenât damaged at all. Perfect.â
âBut why didnât he stop resisting after you ordered him several times? And why was his reaction to pain so strong?â
The elder grimaced behind his mask and shook his head. âIts pain tolerance is laughable. Thereâs no use in a nomu having such sensitivity. Weâll need to perform an operation that will dull his nerves.âÂ
They scrambled around the table, gathering new tools and focusing the creaky hanging light on Raptorâs face. He was too doped up to even react to the harsh brightness.
âAnd if he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.â
The nomu tried to make a sound of protest, but in his dazed state he could give no more than a pathetic whimper. He was rather thankful of the drugs for making him unable to notice just how many needles were sinking into his brain, or the blades that opened up the rest of his head, keeping the tools in place to prevent his skull from instantly healing. It still hurt, a lot. But as they tweaked his pulsing organ, injecting unknown fluids inside, the pain began to dim. Raptor would have celebrated and attempted to wag his tail in relief.
But it wasnât the only thing that was fading. The coldness of the metal at his back was becoming distant, the chill in the air of the room was suddenly so faint that it no longer made him shiver.Â
He wanted it all to hurt less, but he still wanted to feel.Â
He has no idea how much time had passed once they finally finished and allowed his bone and flesh to close up. The old Mask stared down at him, gloves drenched in thick crimson.
âThat should do it. Going by your weaker reactions, the operation was a success and you now feel less sensation. Good.â
âNo. Not good.â Itâs what he was tempted to say, but Raptor didnât want to utter a single word to anyone besides you, and the cruel manâs recent threat of robbing him of his free will ensured that he keeps his mouth shut.
Raptor hates it here.
x---x---x---x---x
There were fresh claw marks covering the walls of Hawksâs room, and this time they were angry. The drawings and games you made together were literally slashed out, with spots of blood spread out all over the floor.
He was curled up in a corner, wings concealing most of his shaking form.
âRaptor.â Firmly addressing him is usually all it takes to gain his full attention, just like any other nomu, High End or not.
Hawks doesnât respond at all.
Thatâs new...and very unnerving.
You called him again. The mass of feathers didnât budge. You swallowed a lump in your throat. He had clearly just thrown a violent tantrum, and you donât know if he has fully calmed down yet. Approaching him is too risky, but the damn nomu wonât even acknowledge you. So youâll have to get through him in a more natural way.Â
âRaptor, is everything alright? Do you, um, need some space? I can come back a little later...maybe another thirty minutes or so.â You offered, your body slightly twisting toward the door, ready to bolt if he decided to attack. You ignored the cold hard fact that the door and your legs would do little in protecting you from him.
His tail slowly uncurls like a timid snake, wings following suit and revealing his shrunken form. He was hugging himself tightly, talons peeling the skin off of his biceps. His head hung low, but you can see the spot of red in each eye looking right at you. He looked like an angry and frightened child, and his pitiful plea didnât help matters.
âDonât...go.â
His vulnerable state quelled your fears, but you still took caution. âCan I come closer?â
He looks down at the floor for a moment, seemingly pondering the question, before straightening his posture and nodding.Â
You follow the routine youâve been getting used to with him, setting aside the jar and taking some time to talk. âNow tell me whatâs wrong.â
It was supposed to compel him to instantly explain the issue, or at least attempt to with his awkward speech. You instead see him flinch and growl lowly, as if he didnât appreciate you making demands. Just what is going on with him?
Your anxiety was probably visible since he quickly switched back to a less aggressive stance. You wince when he drags a claw through his flesh, blood leaking out for only a second before the wound instantly repairs itself. âCanât feel.â He weeps with cracks in his unnatural voice. At least heâs dragging out his words less and sounds less like a moaning zombie.
âYou canât feel?â You repeated, edging closer and placing a hand over the healed spot. Another growl, louder this time, scares you into pulling away. But his bigger hand seizes yours and presses it hard onto the black skin. You feel the tremors that begin to wrack his body and try to stay calm in the wake of his growing distress.Â
His voice becomes only more broken. âCanât feel it! Canât feel you!â
You find yourself shushing him, holding your free hand up like youâre trying to calm a panicking animal. You cup the side of his face, but that seems to upset him even more. âYou canât feel my hand?â
He shuts his eyes and shakes his head, squeezing your hand tightly enough to cut off circulation. How freely he can emote still freaks you out a bit, face looking on the verge of shedding tears. Everything about him continues to be so surreal.
âRaptor, youâre a shitty nomu,â you told him with a small smile. âNot that I mind.â
And there goes that cute head tilt. The thought of him being released in a city to wreak havoc, just like the one that attacked Endeavor and...him, feels less possible after every meeting.
He was still powerful and potentially dangerous, if the state of the walls were anything to go by. You really shouldnât be pushing your luck or his temper. On the other hand, you did decide yesterday that from now on, you are going to embrace the depraved dumbass within you. Hawks stiffens and starts to slowly pull back, but your hand makes its way to the back of his head. âItâs alright, itâs alright,â you soothed him. âI just want to see if you can feel any of this.â
With no more hesitation, you pressed your lips to his, feeling his shock through a surprised grunt. For a minute, you simply cover his rough lips with kisses while he stays completely still, eyes looking on the verge of bulging right out of their sockets. It looked downright silly. Why was he so shocked by a simple kiss anyway, after the way you let him ravage your mouth yesterday?Â
Your lips pause when you remember the distraught sounds he made that morning as he watched you rush out of the room. Thatâs right.
âHey,â you murmur against him. âSorry for taking off like that last time. Just...donât worry about it, okay.â He released a hot breath onto your face. Your trapped hand is finally freed from his iron grip, numb and stiff, but you keep your attention on the motionless nomu. âWeâre not exactly supposed to be doing this, but I want you t-mmf!â
He suddenly went forward and attacked your lips, aggressively mimicking your movements with enough force to bruise. You try to keep up and calm his pace, sighing into his mouth once his lips finally begin to slow down. Heâs clumsy like you expected, but his intelligence shows when he tries to follow your lead and quickly learns the intimate dance of your mouths. The occasional swipe of that blasted tongue across your lip makes you gasp, and then you feel big strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, the beats of his excited wings, the throaty growls that rattle your entire beingâŠ
You can feel yourself heating up again already.
âMmm, Raptor...wait,â you manage to say between kisses, your hands pushing against his chest. He gives a grating sound of annoyance, but pulls away like you wished. You were suddenly hyper aware of his size and strength â this monster that was holding you closely and taking care not to harm you. If any other nomu had you like this, they undoubtedly wouldnât have stopped.
âSo, did you feel any of that?â Your hand travels down to his groin and rubs at the bulge that still had a lot of growing to do. âDo you feel that?â
To your dismay, he shakes his head. âNo,â he groans as his wings droop closer to the floor.Â
It has you stumped. How are you supposed to please him when his whole body is numb?
âButâŠâ He licks his lips slowly. âCan still taste. Tastes so good.â
When you let him lap at your lips again, he twitches beneath the ragged cloth.
You put two and two together, and the realization makes you gulp. And ache.
Remember, shame is useless here.
He allows you to back away and create some distance. The sight before you is frightening on its own: The sharp stare of the raven-winged fiend while surrounded by the deep marks of its outburst would do well in intimidating any sane individual. Remembering what exactly he is makes you pause only for a second, your hands grabbing the bottom of your thin blue shirt and lifting it before your pesky conscience can even get a word in.
Hawksâs wings flare out slightly when your breasts are revealed to him, talons clicking against the floor as he shuffles about, at a loss of how to react. Relieved that you havenât been pounced on immediately, you lean down to remove your pants next, ignoring the trembling in your hands as you pull the garment down and step out of them. They never supplied you with underwear, so with your two articles of clothing removed, you were completely nude in front of the dangerous nomu.
At first you both just stared at each other, until he finally came forward to scan your body more closely, mindful of how nervous you were. The tension made you almost choke and cough on your words.
âI-if you want toâŠtaste more of me, go ahead.â You didnât mean to squeak out those last two words. You blame it on the chilly air.
The hands that take hold of your hips feel extra hot, along with the breath that grazes your chest. The blue tongue slides past his lips and extends to press against the spot right over your pounding heart, then moving smoothly up the column of your neck and your cheek in one long swipe, the wet trail making you shudder. The mouth ventures close to your ear to utter the word that you remember repeating to him on the first day you got him off.
âCalm.â
Itâs followed by a rolling purr that eases you into doing just that. The humming continues while he eyes your breasts, nipples already pert from being exposed to the air. Even in your more relaxed state, the sudden lick across your tit makes your breath hitch. He seems to enjoy your response and repeats the action, giving it several more laps before wrapping around the entirety of the soft globe like a tentacle, squeezing gently.
âAh, Raptor,â you moan when the tip of the tongue flicks at your nipple, sending the tiniest of jolts through you. âDamn, where did you learn to do that?âÂ
He answers with nothing more than a groan as he continues to show off his tongueâs flexibility. It coils and swirls around the skin until every inch of it is covered in his saliva, making you even more sensitive to the cold air. Satisfied with his work, he moves on to repeat the motions with your other breast.
The pleasure was soothing, like a massageâŠif the masseuse had sticky boneless limbs. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around him, letting yourself enjoy the vile act of a monster sampling your taste.Â
His mouth suddenly engulfs you, the damp heat adding to the ongoing feeling of his tongue dancing around your tit. The purrs abruptly become a powerful vibration that electrifies your skin and brings forth your moisture to drip and run down your thighs.
But Hawks suddenly pulls away and stares at you intensely, the glower snapping you out of your daze.
âWhat is it?â You were getting nervous again. Did one of your reactions irritate him?
He breathes in, again and again, sniffing at the air for something. The swaying tail hints that whatever he smells is exciting him. His head lowers in pursuit of the scent and stops at your womanly mound to take a long whiff at the spicy aroma emanating from your cunt.
With his breath now blowing right against your sex and increasing your arousal, your juices trickled freely onto the floor and for him to see. The clawed hands on your hips held you steady, preventing you from collapsing from the nerve-racking anticipation that had you shaking all over. At no point in your life have you ever felt this exposed, being ogled by a pair of eyes in which the irises were bigger than youâve ever seen them, mesmerized by the source of the delicious smell.
The tongue slips between your thighs before you could even prepare yourself, stretching across the entirety of your lips, over your entrance, nearly reaching your ass before it pulls back toward his mouth, the rubbing of the silky muscle creating buzzes of pleasure. Looking down gives you the unpleasant view of his brain, but you also get to see him swallow and savor your taste, humming deeply in approval before salivating with the need to drink up more.
âGood.â
He doesnât wait for your response â his face is already being shoved into you, and youâre suddenly bombarded with delightful hot sensations all over your pussy. The ravenous organ travels up and down your folds, collecting every drop of your sweet nectar while you could do nothing but spread your legs to give him more leeway â God youâre such a whore â and cover your mouth in the hope that no passerbys hear your moans in the room.Â
When your legs officially become jelly and can no longer support you, Hawks tires of holding you up and allows you to fall back a little too hard onto the floor, the impact making you wince. Any other time, he probably would have at least made a sound of apology, but your sopping wet pussy has stolen his attention. He wastes no time in lifting your hips up toward his waiting mouth, now utilizing his lips along with his tongue to loudly slurp up your essence.
His vicious hunger has you seeing stars. Wings open up and expand around both of you like black curtains that darken your vision, like a bird of prey mantling over a hard-earned meal. The only thing you can clearly see between your legs are the eerie glows of red and yellow; the glare of a demon that seeks to devour you from the inside. He starts to suck your folds dry, growling as he inspects every inch of the ravaged honeypot until his lips brush against your neglected clit.
A muffled âfuck!â passes between your fingers, both of your hands tightly clamped over your mouth. The reaction surprises him, and to his delight, it triggers more of your nectar to flow. The most efficient gag wouldnât have been enough to suppress your scream when he sucked hard on your sensitive bud.
You couldnât help it. Fighting past the paralyzing pleasure, your hands blindly grab at his head and accidentally bury your fingers into a soft squishy brain. The discomfort makes him shake his head and groan in irritation, raising his head and narrowing those menacing eyes at you as a silent warning.
âHah...shit...Iâm sorâAH! Fuck-oh my god....â Heâs already attacking your clit again before you can finish your apology. All he cares about at the moment is your taste, and not even you were going to interrupt him. The surrounding wings occasionally twitch and shudder around you, vibrating along with your approaching climax. But the second you feel dangerously close, his lips leave the perky little pebble and move back down to lap at your fresh flow. It tears you away from an orgasmic finale and brings you back to that sensual middle ground. The audible licks were amazing, but you need to reach that edge. Your hand drifted down to your pussy, right over his tongue where you can give your clit the stimulation needed to cumâŠ
âHwrrrrrrrâŠâ
You felt the terrifying snarl more than you heard it, shaking you to your very core. The other core, not the one on the verge of bursting. You immediately pull away and freeze, shivering and breathing quickly at the sight of his bared fangs. For a brief moment, the tent of feathers showed off a faint sheen, like they all suddenly sharpened. A quivering, fear-fueled gasp left you.Â
It felt like the staredown went on forever, but Hawks was eventually convinced that you werenât going to distract him from his feast again and returned his gaze to the fragrant pussy before him. However, after a few more licks, he grunted in frustration. You werenât secreting your precious juices fast enough; your body simply couldnât keep up with his newfound greed.
The insatiable tongue keeps poking and prodding at your opening until it pushes in just enough to slightly stretch your walls. You struggle to stay relaxed and keep your hands to yourself. Hawks was currently as unpredictable as any other nomu, and you didnât want to piss him off.
When the hot thick muscle is suddenly shoved into you, you don't even have time to cover your mouth and block the next scream that is ripped from your throat. Thereâs no time to adjust to the completely foreign sensation. It squirms inside of you like a living creature, massaging your pussy in ways you didnât even know were possible, sometimes hitting that special soft spot.
Your molten center spreads its flames across every nerve. This is far beyond what you fantasized on the night you touched yourself. His tongue was able to fill you completely, all while moving around more freely than a cock or even fingers ever could. Too soon does it leave your pulsing walls and back into his mouth, where he swallows every drop heâs gathered before shooting his tongue back out and penetrating you again before you can even complain.
He was moving with more force, enough to create a visible swell in your stomach that moved along with his tongue. You canât look away from it, even as he begins to push in and out at a steady rhythm, the pleasure building up to new heights while the bulge in your belly moves up and down. Youâre tempted to ask him to move his wings to allow more light for a better view, but interrupting him now is probably a stupid idea.
He pants loudly from his open mouth as he fucks you thoroughly with nothing more than a long powerful tongue, his thrusts moving faster and deeper in search of more of your savory wetness.
Meanwhile, you were dizzy. It was uncomfortable at first. Itâs been so long since youâve been fully stretched, but it all quickly melds into pleasure you have long since forgotten â no â you hadnât even known. Your interest in sex has greatly diminished during your stay here. Hell, you were certain that your libido was officially dead. But HawksâŠ.
This abomination was going to be the death of you.
Your g-spot is suddenly struck again, and again. Most of your words were incoherent, and the ones that could be made out were nothing more than endless encouragement. âGah-hnngh, fuck, Hawks, you want more, donât you? Ah, Iâm about to give you more. Keep going Hawks donât fucking stop.âÂ
Talons are biting into your skin from his tightened grip. With a low bellow of excitement, his mouth moves to cover your entire sex, prepared for the incoming downpour, and thrusts his tongue into your most sensitive spot repeatedly without mercy.
The pressure within explodes violently, completely overshadowing that laughable orgasm you gave yourself yesterday. Each contraction adds more white that flashes in your eyes, moving in from the corners of your vision until it becomes as blinding and unbearable as the bliss that washes over you. There are noisy gulps between your legs, the parched monster happily taking every rush of fluid directly into his mouth and down his throat until he finally has his fill.
Even through your spasms your walls try desperately to clamp around his tongue as it leaves, but to no avail. The looming wings finally move away and return to their usual resting spot behind his back while he sets your lower body down and licks his lips for any remaining traces of your slick. The talons never broke your skin, but they did leave some glaring marks on your hips and ass.
You still tingled all over from the waist down while your muscles make the greatest effort to respond to any of your commands. No use. You decide to lay there covered in the monsterâs spit. The work of that amazing specimen of a tongue almost made you forget that this was being done to arouse him. You should probably check to see if he was hard. He may not be able to feel your hand anymore, but he still might be excited enough to cum from the act. Stupid science bastards, making your job more complicated.
âHawks.â
The single word uttered from the nomu clears your mind instantly. Your weakened arms push you upright to properly face him. He was still crouching, scaly toes supporting the weight of his body like a gargoyle without a perch.
âYou say Hawks. What...is Hawks?â
What? When did you�
Oh. Shit. Your mouth was moving on its own while he was eating you out.
Your mind was zipping in several directions at once, hoping that he wouldnât find anything odd about your eyes darting about, looking everywhere except at him. You settled on a simple and dismissive answer. âOh...donât worry about it. I was just babbling while you had me on cloud nine,â you said with a crooked smile.
Black lips twisted into a frown, accompanied by a quick beat of his wings and then...eww. His brain is pulsing way too much, so much that he shakes his head in agitation, which only adds to the disturbing visual as the organ jiggles slightly in his head. âHawks...donât know...I knowâŠâ His words jumbled over his inner turmoil. The long tail lifted and began to swing quickly.
You sat there, nude and bewildered. Every High-End still carried traces of who they once were, expressing some of the same behaviors and habits they presumably had before death.
This is the first time youâve seen one with any sort of recollection of their past life, even if itâs something as minor as feeling a connection to their name. You have a feeling thatâs not supposed to happen.
You shouldnât tell him anything; nothing good will come out of it. He needs to shut up and start being a bloodthirsty killer before the doctors decide that heâs more trouble than heâs worth.
âRaptor,â your shaky legs move slowly, shifting until youâre resting on your knees, face to face with the nomu that still looks interested in your naked body even as his head throbs. âItâs not important. Stop thinking about it.â
The look he gives you is one of hurt and dammit, this is exactly his problem. âBut...Hawks. Want to know what-â
âI said stop thinking!â Your volume shocks both of you, but Hawks actually recoils from the unexpected shout. You donât care, all it does is confuse you more, anger you more. âWhy the hell arenât you listening to me anymore? Thatâs what youâre supposed to do! Do whatever we tell you! What, did you break?â A full-body chill reminds you of the state youâre in. You were seriously having an outburst while still completely naked with Hawksâs saliva glistening over your thighs. You groan and turn away from the troubled hybrid to grab your clothes and dress yourself, not giving a damn if you pissed him off and he decides to kill you right there. Heâd be doing both of you a favor, really.
But it shouldnât be a surprise when you see that he hasnât budged from his spot, making no move to retaliate. âI like you, Raptor,â you admitted. âSomehow, you managed to be the only welcomed company in this fucked up hospital slash prison, but you shouldnât be. What we just did...that shouldnât have happened. Fuck, I â I shouldâve been terrified, and I kinda was, but, I shouldnât have felt that good!â Your doubts, your conscience, they both return with a vengeance. But this time itâs not you theyâre worried about.Â
âIf this is how you act around everyone else, youâre not going to last here.â You hold his face in your hands, a tender gesture that shouldnât be possible with the likes of him. âThese assholes are gonna get rid of you if you donât do what they want, and theyâre going to ask for horrible things. I know you donât like killing, but if you keep up all of...this, youâre going to lose more than your sense of touch.â
He doesnât make a sound, only staring at you before gritting his teeth and nodding in your gentle grasp. His compliance both relieves and hurts you.
âIâm sorry, but no more questions. Please? The less you know, the better.â
âNo moreâŠquestions.â Dammit, you hate how clear the sorrow is in his eerie voice, like the mournful moans of a lost soul. âNo more.â
You give him a smile of thanks, itâs the least you could give him. You try to bring the atmosphere back to its usual awkward yet friendly vibe. âNow, let me see if your, um, tasting did you any good.â You move to pull down his shorts. That is, until you notice the large damp spots and stains on the cheap material. Oh, he did not.
âWelp, it obviously worked. Now how am I gonna scrape this shit off?â
x---x---x---x---x
Hawks.
Flames.
Decay.
Death. Everywhere.
But, somehow, he knew it wasnât his doing.Â
Maybe he did kill a few...he wasnât sure. Itâs all so blurry and nauseating.Â
Was he killing people? Was heâŠtrying to save them? A monster like him, saving people?
âNo more questions.â
Your voice echoes, bouncing across the shattered fragments of his mind. Raptor tries to obey. He doesnât know what this Hawks is, or why it keeps plaguing him.
Whatever Hawks was, itâs gone. Raptor wants it to leave him alone.
x---x---x---x---x
Subject: Raptor
Field Test
Quirk #5: Camouflage
Notes: As you know by now, Raptor differs from other nomu in that he is designed for agility and stealth. An invisibility quirk will not only make Raptor into the perfect phantom, it can also assist in infiltration and spying. While the quirk may be called âcamouflageâ mainly due to how it changes skin pigmentation, it does much more than match the colors of the environment. It hides the userâs entire form as perfectly as any true invisibility quirk. Raptor should be more than capable of destroying targets without ever being noticed.
You were right. It was strange how he doesnât discover these âquirksâ on his own. It was an understatement to say that he was a little lost when a Coat ordered him to activate his Camouflage. Raptor was prepared to feel those words bind his limbs and move him against his will. Whenever his brain was under the Coatsâ control, he was capable of doing whatever they asked, even when he himself didnât understand what they were asking for.
So it was worrying when he felt nothing. He heard the order loud and clear, yet it didnât wrap around his brain like it always does.Â
So it wasnât just you. His mind no longer submitted to anyoneâs commands. He would have chirped in celebration if he didnât have an audience that was still waiting for him to follow through, giving looks and comments of impatience while he stood there.Â
He canât let them notice that he was unaffected. The words of the Mask that stole his touch repeated in his head along with the memories of cutting and burning, every nerve seething from raw pain until all feeling began to fade.
âIf he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.â
Alter...change...he doesnât want them to change him. So Raptor tried to pretend, another thing that felt natural to him.Â
The process of finding his new quirk was difficult to describe; it was more like willing himself to blend in until the rest of his body got the message. All of his muscles tightened, and he almost panicked when black skin began to disappear before his eyes. His wings, his tail, every part of him looked as if it was dissolving, but he can still move and feel the weight of each limb. Once his body relaxed, he was fully invisible. The Coats kept him pinned with their stares, however.
âCompletely hidden. Very good,â one of them said, writing something down. Theyâre always watching, always taking notes on him, always judging. This all felt familiar as well. âNow, walk from that corner to there, and keep a hold on your quirk.â
There was no pull, no sudden fuzziness or loss of control. Nothing. Itâs a strange feeling, following orders because he actually chooses to. It will take some getting used to, but it shouldnât be too difficult.Â
Has a monster like him ever acted before? It sure feels like it.
He performed several different tasks: running, climbing, flying, and shooting feathers. All while unseen by the naked eye. The feat even earned him a round of applause from the Coats.
âI can picture it already. He could slice apart an entire group of targets, and they wouldnât even understand their deaths. A flurry of invisible blades!â One of them exclaimed with a smile that was way too wide given the subject matter.
âDonât worry, weâre going to get a taste of what this is capable of right now.â
Right on cue, the doors opened. Every feather on his wings and tail bristled instantly, ready to shred whatever possible threat that may enter. They wouldnât be able to see him. It would be so easy, just like the Coats said.
But instead of another nomu that was simpler and more violent than him, a woman was shoved into the room hard enough to make her stumble forward and fall, the door slamming shut behind her. She was dressed like you, wearing only a thin blue shirt and pants. What did they bring someone like her in here for?
She was already back on her feet, scanning the area with wide eyes and shrunken pupils before moving her gaze to the humans that continued to observe from the other side. The fear in the air was so thick that Raptor could nearly taste it as she shook uncontrollably â he wondered if her knees would collapse from the trembling alone.
He was still camouflaged; she couldnât see him at all. The urge to reveal himself is strong, but one: the Coats had yet to order him to deactivate his quirk, and two: knowing that she was in a room with a nomu will most definitely only terrify her more, so he stayed where he was, motionless and quiet.
For a suffocating minute, the only sound was her rapid breathing until one of the Coats finally spoke up.
âKill her, Raptor.â
âWhat?â The womanâs voice was constricted by anxiety. She looked timidly at the man, who only stared back expectantly, waiting for something. âW-what?â She choked out again. She switched her attention to the door, still distressed and shaking. When no horrid beast entered the room like she expected, her panic increased even more, stuttering so badly that it was a challenge to discern what she was trying to say. âI-I-I w-I wonât...Iâm s-so...p-p-please.âÂ
Her head whipped upwards to a vent in the ceiling. Nothing happened. The confused woman was now spinning around looking for something, hysterical with the knowledge that her impending doom was coming, but not knowing where or when. The weight of her dread was making him anxious.
The same Coat, however, only sighed in annoyance at the sight of the trapped panicking animal. âDonât dawdle, Nomu.â The final word dripped with venom. It reminded him of his place: a puppet that should have no will of its own. Raptor didnât want to kill, but if he defies them, then they will dig into his brain again, and the woman will probably be violently killed by a more enthusiastic nomu. Heâs afraid of what they might take from him next. He canât let that happen.
The shrinking woman is still whipping her head around in every direction as her bare feet take a step backwards, then another, completely unaware of the larger creature that stood right behind her. He canât guarantee a painless death, but he can make it as quick as possible for her.
Raptor added an edge to some of his feathers, but reconsidered. That would require pinpoint accuracy, not worth the risk with a target that was moving so erratically.
His tongue curiously ran over the points of his teeth, checking their sharpness. No, that would leave too much of a mess.
His hands clenched into fists, and thatâs when he practically heard the ding in his head. A simple method, but it should work just fine.
He was originally going to wait until she backed all the way into him, but that would be rather cruel. Killing her before she even recognizes the danger is a greater mercy. His hand struck with the swiftness of a snake, grabbing the back of her neck. The delicate spine could be felt beneath.
Raptor was not as strong as other nomu. That didnât mean he couldnât crush a humanâs bones with little effort.
He felt her jolt, but thatâs all she had time to do before the sickening snap and crunch sounded throughout the room, then she went limp with nothing more than a few final twitches.
Some of the Coats audibly gasped, while others clapped excitedly at the kill they couldnât even see coming. From their perspective, an unsuspecting womanâs neck was suddenly crushed by an invisible force like an aluminum can.
One of them didnât look very impressed. âEh, a bit anticlimactic, donât you think?â
âWeâre not watching a bloodsport,â another one snapped. âRaptor is designed to handle matters quickly. A cervical fracture is fast and effective.â
âShe was so terrible at her job. I think she deserved a terrible death in return,â another said.Â
Their babbling continued while Raptor placed the body on the floor more gently than his audience would have liked. Her eyes were still wide open, frozen in that moment of realization just a millisecond before death. Still, things could have been much worse for her.Â
âI still think we should have used his harvester instead. Sheâs becoming a nuisance.â
Raptor has grown to really dislike that voice, the voice of the man that takes him away every morning. He always stares at him like an expensive possession that turned out to be a waste of money. Itâs an effort to keep his lips from curling over his teeth whenever the bastardâs around.
An older lady spoke. âHer relationship with the nomu is unique and warrants its own set of experiments after we cover the basics here. We already told you that.â
âYes yes, I know. But her sample this morning was pathetic. Itâs like sheâs forgotten her job, too busy turning our greatest achievement into a softie. Call me petty, but Iâd get a good laugh out of watching her be devoured by the nomu that sheâs decided to become friends with.â
Anger.
âYou are petty, and short-sighted. Do you understand just how extraordinary this relationship is?â
Another Coat butted in. âSure, but what use is sentiment to a nomu? This was supposed to be a cold lethal predator, not a child that likes to draw on walls. I agree that the bond with its harvester is holding it back. It would be better off without her.â
Raptor hates it. He doesnât want any of them talking about you. To think that theyâd consider something as twisted as offering you to him as a helpless prisoner to execute, just like the one whose spine he had just snapped.
How dare they.
The lady was suddenly staring right at him with a look of shock before her aged lips curled into a smirk. Actually, everyone was staring at him now, and they all showed varying levels of discomfort. Thatâs when he noticed that he can see his hands in front of him again, along with his feet, wings, and the rest of his body. His fury made him lose his hold on the Camouflage quirk. They had all just seen his face of hatred.
And yet the lady continued to smile. âI donât believe he agrees with you two.â
She then whispered something, lips forming what looked like the word âmagnificentâ while her eyes bore into him. Even his rage was nothing more than a fascinating process to be examined.
Raptor wants to get out of here.
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Youâre alright. You made it out. You were bruised, but you made it out.
That High-End nearly broke your fucking arm when it came. It was always a pretty rough one when you jerked it off but for godâs sake, why did it always have to squeeze you like a stress ball? Thankfully, your painful shriek of âSTOP!â was enough to penetrate the horny shield over its brain and it released you.
It wasnât your first injury, but itâs been a while since youâve gotten such a scare. It couldâve been worse â it could always be much worse.
The fact that you feel elated when you reach Hawksâs room shows how close the two of you have gotten in less than a week. Two prisoners who agree that this place can go fuck itself; one was pumping cocks on the daily, the other failed miserably at being a ruthless monster. They ought to make a movie out of this.
You enter the room to see him resting in the center while several feathers carve into different areas of the walls and ceiling. His understanding of shapes was becoming more complex at a rapid rate, if the current drawings were anything to go by. They looked to be unintentionally abstract faces, varying greatly in size and structure, but one thing they all had in common was oversized eyes. Every face was furiously scratched in, the sound of chiseling surrounding you and adding to the ominous aura given off by the etchings that lacked skill but teemed with raw emotion.Â
The scattered claw marks from yesterday are still as visible as ever. Everyday, this place looks more disturbing even with the not-so-hostile creature that occupies it.
Something prompts his feathers to stop abruptly and return to him, followed by him quickly standing up and hissing. The badly-timed hostility makes you jump back. âRaptor? What is it?â You tried to stay calm as usual.
He drew closer, eyes narrowed and teeth bared at the purplish welts on the arm that held your gazillionth jar. Oh, of course. You waved with you uninjured one. âItâs alright. One of the High Ends was being a little heavy-handed. It stings, but itâll get better.âÂ
Hot air hits you when he releases a snort. While he studies the bruise, you continue to examine the newest artful additions. âSo...what do all of these mean?â You ask.
He follows your traveling gaze and mutters. âWatching. Theyâre always watching.â
He said it so smoothly that it gave you chills. âYouâre tripping up less on your words. Thatâs, uh, good.â When a grunt is his only response, you keep talking. âAre these the doctors?â He nodded. âDid you...have to kill again?â
A beat. Then he nods again, more slowly this time. âIt was easier.âÂ
Youâre not sure what to say to that, deciding to instead rest a hand on his arm. For some reason, what he said didnât scare you. It was you who asked him to act more like a nomu, anyway.
You both stayed like that for a few minutes, standing side-by-side in the middle of the roomâs crude composition that illustrated his short life. Innocence, rage, and now a feeling of powerlessness. You can relate; your progress here was very similar except that the âinnocenceâ part can be replaced with âgriefâ, having lost contact with everything you were familiar with.Â
âYou know, maybe I can add my own additions to this sometime, if you donât mind. Make this place our own little mural.â You giggle when his tail swings at the proposal. âThereâs no way they havenât noticed how odd of a duo we are by now. I wonder how those assholes feel about all of this.â
Youâre grabbed and pulled into him so quickly that the jar slips out of your grip, rolling away as youâre pushed into a hard black chest. The tight embrace squeezes your swollen arm painfully. âShit, that hurts!â
He whines apologetically and loosens his hold. Pain and lack of oxygen aside, itâs oddly comforting. You havenât been hugged in ages, and here you were being held by this. A song of soft coos calm you, but there is a noticeable sad tone to them. You look up at him, chin resting on his pecs. âRaptor, I know it sucks here, and I donât really know what to say to make things better, but Iâll keep trying to hang out with you for as long as I can, alright?â You reassure him while rubbing his chest. âRemember, youâre kind of the best thing that ever happened to this place. Not that my standards in this shithole are very high â theyâre actually lower than a regular nomuâs sex drive â but itâs still an achievement you should be proud of.â
Your words did their job, if his lighter hums are anything to go by. His comforting heat was gone too soon when he gently pushed you back, following up with a press of lips against yours.
Thereâs no more clumsiness in his movements. He switched from light brushes that had you craving more to deep smooches that took your breath away. There wasnât much else you could do except follow his lead. The teasing licks against your lips never fail to get you going, and he probably knows that by now. Unfortunately, you had to break apart for a breather, allowing him to cradle you as he waited.
âWho the hell have you been kissing while Iâm not around to learn so fast?â You joked.
You didnât expect him to look away and hesitate to answer before uttering, âI...remembered.â
If he was expecting that to upset you, it didnât. You canât stop his brain from working, and he no longer automatically gives in to any demands. You still donât know whatâs up with that. âRight,â you sighed. âAre you remembering anything else?â
âNo...same things. Hawks...fire...death...I want to forget.â He pulls you in again, this time taking care not to add too much pressure to your bruises. His strangled attempts at speech have become smoother over the days, but hearing the winged hero beneath the layers of grotesque sounds that create his voice is going to take a long time to get used to. âCan...you...make me forget?â
A twinge of sadness and pity. Are his final moments the only parts that keep playing in his head, in a cruel loop? You direct all of your strength into your voice and speak. âForget about it. Forget about Hawks and all of those foggy memories.â
He sits there and blinks with no clear sign that your words had any effect.Â
Then he wilts and groans in defeat.
âNo good, huh?â You shrug. You truly did wish you could help him. âThereâs not much else I can do, sorry.â A pause. âMust feel like nightmares, I guess. I get plenty of those.â You rest in his hold while recalling some of the fears that manifest in your sleep. âDreams about what theyâll do when they donât need me anymore. I never had the guts to put myself out of my misery â donât have many options to work with anyway. Maybe I can ask a nomu to chomp my head off.â
âNo.â The word was growled out, felt all around you like a small quake. You quickly try to calm him by raising your uninjured arm to hold and caress his face. You know that he couldnât exactly feel it anymore, but the memory of your touch is probably what still managed to soothe him. It was an intimate image, touching him so lovingly while in his arms.
âDonât worry, Iâll stick around. We can make things easier for each other.â Without a second thought, you straighten up and begin pushing down your pants, Hawks already chirping in excitement and fumbling with your shirt, his talons ripping the cloth. You were naked in front of him once again, and the memories of yesterday already have your pussy lubricating itself in preparation. Samples...semenâŠ.you werenât thinking about any of that. You just wanted him again.
âLetâs help each other forget.â
And just like that, you were devoured. His mouth was everywhere and you happily took it all. You were addicted to his touch as much as he was addicted to your flavor. The dark blue tongue moved gracefully across your face, the small grin and lidded eyes telling you that he quite enjoyed the sight of you covered in his saliva. You opened your mouth wide as an invitation that he gladly took, the strong muscle charging straight into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. It makes you gag and has tears pricking at your eyes, yet you continue to throb between your legs.
He fucks your mouth so fast and roughly that youâre forced to only breathe through your nose. Youâre clinging onto him as you gurgle around the ravaging muscle, your nails unable to pierce his tough hide no matter how hard you grip.
Something solid rubs right against your sex, grazing your clit and leaving you moaning into his mouth. His hips were bucking into the air with a very prominent tent that constricted his growing cock.
Itâs the first time a nomuâs dick actually touches you there.Â
And it makes your walls clench.
You get closer for more friction, trying to grind against the massive erection while he finally removes his tongue from your mouth. Thatâs when he notices just how hard youâre trying to get off on his bulge.
Heat is rushing to your face at his puzzled expression. âYou-â You gasp, still catching your breath after having him squirm down your throat for so long. âYou feel pretty good.â
He simply watches you continue to rub against him â you donât even notice that his hips are no longer moving, you just press closer to him and grind harder in desperation. His wings flutter and the rest of his body shakes lightly, his breaths coming out in short huffs.
He was laughing.
The look of amusement is so unexpected that it has your hips stopping out of embarrassment. And here you thought nothing else could leave you flustered at this point. âYou donât have to laugh. Trust me, youâve looked way more desperate than I have,â You tease him.Â
He clicks his tongue, then with a yank and a loud rip, his shorts are in tatters and his cock springs free right onto your belly. Another short round of huffs are heard from him when you squeak in surprise. Just where did this attitude even come from?
Beads of precum ooze from his pointed head and drip onto your stomach. Maybe itâs your lust-tinted lenses, but his cock is looking much more attractive than usual. Its curved perfectly to hit all of the right spots, and those ridges probably feel amazing when moving inside you.
âWant more?â
The low-pitched voice right in your ear has you shaking, like it was a question from the Devil himself. Thirst aside, you donât know what you should say. You trust that he wonât fuck you to shreds like the other High Ends would, but the biggest issueâŠ
âI donât know if I should risk that,â you murmur, a hand reaching to rub the textured flesh. âAs tempting as it is right now.â
His confidence is replaced with disappointment. That is, until he immediately perks back up and grabs your hips.
âWait what are yoooo-whoa!â Youâre being lifted off the floor, legs dangling uselessly as he holds you easily, your body hovering right over his twitching dick.
Panic begins to set in. âNo! Nononono I said-â
âI wonât.â He says softly. As softly as he can with such a voice, at least. âCalm.â
Instead of penetrating like you feared, he lowers you until your flushed lips are resting on the length of his scaly shaft. Â
And then, slowly, his hips push forward.
The bumps and creases slide against you in all of the right ways. âOooh fuck.â You adjust yourself to ensure that he rubs your clit as well. The sensation has you shuddering in his hands as the pressure inside you builds quickly. Your slick makes his dick smoother after each thrust, and when Hawks sees that youâre comfortable and lost in the rhythm, he begins to speed up.Â
Your legs are swinging madly at a complete loss on how to handle the electrifying friction, but the nomu grunts and takes hold of your thighs. They close around his cock, greatly increasing the pressure as he continued to fuck past your thighs. âStay there.â The vibration from his deep raspy voice only arouses you more. His hips collide with yours after each buck.
As amazing as it feels, your hazy mind recalls that Hawks shouldnât be able to properly revel in this outercourse. âI-I thought...you couldnât feel this.â You say shakily.
Hawks is eyeing your bouncing form with great interest, his hips not missing a beat as he answered. âCanât. Just watching.â
He presses down on you more, slowing down his pace with his eyes still locked on your face. His tongue quickly swipes across your forehead to taste the sweat that has mixed with his saliva. âYou look good.â
Goddamn him.
You felt close, so close, but even as your limbs tingle from the pleasure, your orgasm remained out of reach. The most severe ache that had yet to be sated, to be given any attention, was inside you. You have never throbbed this much in your life, you didnât even know that your muscles down there could even contract this tightly. The dragging of his cock against your drenched lips isn't enough. You donât care about risk anymore. Not after feeling what he has to offer.
Thereâs no voice telling you how stupid youâre being right now. It already gave up on you.
Good.
âHawâshitâRaptor, inside. I need you inside.â You beg between your moans. He stills completely, which has you whining and squirming even more.
âInside?â
Hearing him say it sobers you up a bit, but not enough to kill your desire. âJust pull out before you cum, alright? Think you can do that?â You ask.
He nods eagerly, wings and tail moving with glee as he lifts you off of his dick that was already lubed up by your natural fluids. He angles himself until the head is pressing at your twitching entrance.Â
You canât tell if youâre trembling from excitement or fear. Probably both.
The fine tip already has you being stretched wide, burning and stinging in spite of your pussyâs preparation. It makes you wince and want to close your eyes â to create some distance between you and the pain â but your curiosity has you looking down to watch him enter you, inch by inch. You can once again see your stomach distend as it attempts to accommodate the large intrusion, much bigger than the slithery tongue that previously invaded it.
But itâs exactly what you craved, the unique texture feeling even more delicious when inside of you. Your toes curl and legs quiver from his girth; not as meaty as the other dicks that youâve treated, just enough extra thickness to give you a stretch that youâve never experienced, without causing serious harm.
He reaches the end of your cavern with a few more inches to spare, and the drawn out moan slipping past his lips surprises both of you. You try to relax around him while he fights the urge to move. Black shaky wings expand behind him.
âFeelâŠâ He gasped and choked, one would think that he was trying to learn speech all over again. âCan feel...squeezing. So gooood.â The last word came out as a strong rasp against your face.
The new discovery has you smiling, one of your hands rubbing at a much larger one around your waist. âYou can feel it? You feel how tight I am, Raptor? How badly I want you to stay inside me and never leave?â He may not be able to feel your heat or your dampness, but it looks like he canât escape the pressure from a cuntâs death grip.
He twitches inside, making you jolt. Oh, how quickly the tables have turned.
You scratch under his chin. Numb as he is, he still tilts his head like a pet dying for affection. âThen I want you to fuck me. Stop thinking, and just move...â You bring your face close to his, pulling off a seductive look and tone even when impaled on him. â...Just like a good nomu.â
Perhaps Hawks had a submissive kink when he was alive. It would explain why that riled him up so much that he was already slamming into you with absolutely no warning.Â
It hurts. It hurts so fucking good. Every thrust tears a helpless cry out of your body. The scales grind against every nerve around your hole, while the ones deeper inside nudge your velvety walls as they move in and out, in and out.
You couldnât talk between your screams, not with how violently he was pounding you. Your arms and legs wrapped around him and hung on for dear life with your face buried in the crook of his neck. His own muscular arms wrap around you in a deceptively loving embrace, pumping into you with a rhythmic smack smack smack. All you can do is reap what you sow and take it.Â
This wasnât just for you, this was for Hawks as well. You gave him something that he could feel again. What began as whiny gasps for air soon became rolling growls that vocalize a need for more.Â
Your orgasm barely sticks out of the continuous blinding pleasure as he plows harder through your spasms, your contracting muscles wrestling with the merciless cock to hold it inside.Â
His tone is dark. Vicious. âTight. So tight!â
It makes your greedy body want even more. âOh, good job, Raptor. Such a good boy.â You praise him, feeling the brief falter in his movements. He really does like that. âGo ahead and take it all, as much as you need-ah. Donât worry about me. Fuck me until I canât think.â
The violent sex stops and youâre being ripped away from that wondrous cock in the blink of an eye. Before you can even question whatâs happening, your world begins to spin until youâre suddenly on the floor. Youâre getting adjusted onto your hands and knees right before being pierced again with a force that shoves you forward.Â
Your thoughts struggle to keep up with the lightning-fast sequence of events, hindered even more by the warmth of the body hovering right over you. Hawks too was on all fours, though he looked much more comfortable and natural, wings fully spread out in a proud and dominant display as he throbbed inside of you.Â
His hips snap forward, already at a rapid pace that rocks you with each hard impact and soon has you howling again. The floor was filled with uneven cracks and scratches that scraped your knees, not that the discomfort was easy to notice while you were being drilled into. As you latched onto one of his arms for support, you noticed right in front of you, was your first game of tic tac toe.
Drool dripped down from the snarling jaws above you and onto the innocent group of lines and shapes.
The mounting beast humped you with every ounce of energy he had. Your aching pussy couldnât take it. Too hard...too big... youâre cumming again around his pistoning cock, moans melting into defeated sobs. The huge pair of swinging balls occasionally smacked right into your oversensitive clit. You were losing the will to hold yourself up, gripping his supportive arm more tightly while your thighs quivered. Even if you had the strength to, you had no plans to ask the feral savage to stop.
He currently wasnât anything like the gentle experiment youâve befriended in just a few days. Right now, with his head thrashing around and flinging spittle everywhere as he barked, and wings beating hard against the floor, he was terrifying. Powerful, hungry, and single-minded.
So this is what itâs like to give in to a nomu.
Itâs scary.
Itâs thrilling.
Every fast agonizing stroke right against your cervix takes your breath away, your mouth eventually just hanging open in an attempt to capture whatever oxygen it could into your lungs. Hawks curls into himself so that he can crane his neck and look at you, saliva flowing freely down his chin. Each breath came out as a throaty growl wafting against your sweaty face. He takes one look at your parted lips, and stuffs you with his tongue.
If your thoughts were more coherent at the moment, youâd wonder how the hell the muscle was strong enough to be able to move into your throat as hard as the dick that continued to wreck your insides. His hips assisted in gagging you even more with each thrust. The threat of asphyxiation only brought you closer to your next orgasm.Â
Your mind was empty, save for the immoral thoughts that have long since driven off their more honorable competition.Â
Just use me.
Your entire body was on fire, getting pummeled from both ends.
Just use me however the fuck you want.
Hawks is suddenly bombarding your cunt with short and speedy ruts of his hips, and that does it. Your limbs give out and leave you to plop onto the floor as your pleasure blooms all over. But his long tongue follows you, still pushing into your whimpering mouth to deprive you of much-needed air. He simply lowers himself and proceeds to fuck you hard into the ground, pressing your skin into his many carvings.
His tongue leaves...your eyes rolling backâŠ.
Hawks releases a horrid cry that sounds like both a roar and a bird-like shriek.
ExhaustionâŠ
Hawks is too lost in the surprising sensations, dull but still intense, to realize that heâs shooting his thick load into your womb
Warmth...full...sleep.
x---x---x---x---x
âGet up.â
The voice is muffled as you slowly come to. Whatever youâre resting on doesnât feel like your bed.
âI know youâre awake. Hurry and get up.â
Youâre surrounded by warmth, by something breathing. Pain shoots through your back and legs when you stir. When you open your eyes, you see the golden eyes of a High End.
The fear does well in masking your aches as you scramble out of the arms of what turned out to be Hawks, who was lounging on his side like a giant cat.
And standing at the door, was the damned doctor that you had the privilege of seeing every day.
His stare looked even more judgmental than it usually did. Full-on disgusted, actually. Realizing that youâre still naked, you grab one of Hawksâs wings that were splayed out on the floor to shield yourself.
He simply shakes his head. âIâve already seen enough. And heard enough.â
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
âI-IâŠâ you stammer, panic rising in your chest as youâre unable to come up with any sort of explanation. You even turn to Hawks, like heâd somehow provide you with the answer.
âI normally donât care what deplorable methods you people use to collect your samples, but going by the filth between your legs...â That prompts you to look down, and the second you do, you already feel a dense fluid oozing out of you and running down your legs that were stained with white. â...you actually allowed Raptor to inseminate you.â
His words, along with your accelerating heartbeat, thunders in your ears. Hawks is watching his seed leak from your raw pussy. He remains still and quiet, uncertain of how to act in the presence of a doctor.
âTo think that someone would deliberately let a nomu breed them. I know that the two of you have gotten close,â His eyes skimmed past the many images and markings in the room. âBut just how depraved do you have to be to go this far with a nomu?â
If this was before the days you allowed Hawks to touch you, you would have felt embarrassed. You are scared. Not only did he cum inside you, youâve also been caught right after the act.
But any sort of shame?
You had the nerve to huff, still hiding your body from him not out of shyness, but because the asshole didnât deserve the view. âI guess weâre all sick fucks around here,â you retort.
The glare on his glasses add to the intimidation factor of his glower. He takes a step forward and gives a quick tilt of his head. âGet dressed. Youâre coming with me.â
Both you and Hawks are taken back. âFor what?â
He scowls even harder. âStill asking questions? Youâre lucky that youâre valuable right now. You have most likely been impregnated. This is an unexpected opportunity to observe one of Raptorâs offspring. Weâll be watching over you until the birth.â
You donât move, still soaking in every word. This most definitely was a mistake. Not only are you going to be taken away from Hawks to be cooped up in a room with constant surveillance, youâre going to have a...fuck.
You feel the wing in your grasp vibrate softly, Hawks sensing your distress and attempting to silently reassure you.
âI said get dressed,â the doctor ordered impatiently. âOr are you still basking in the afterglow?â He snickered at his own joke before walking forward, ready to take you by force.
Thatâs when the nomu in the room finally stood up to step right in front of you, standing tall in all of his naked glory and easily towering over the man.
You had to give the guy credit for not looking phased by the very dangerous creature blocking his path. Then again, maybe he was just so sure that Hawks wouldnât harm him in any way.
âOut of the way, Raptor.â Strong and firm. Itâs the tone that ensures a nomuâs obedience, but you know by now that Hawksâs mind has grown beyond that.
As expected, Hawks doesnât budge, still looking down with eyes of liquid gold.
The doctor only looks more annoyed, not afraid. âI knew you were defective,â he sneered. âAlways hesitating during tests. Such wasted potential, yet the others insist on keeping you around. To do what? Decorate rooms? The idiots should have altered your brain by now.â
What?Â
Hawks still didnât move. The lack of reaction was beginning to get to the manâs nerves, his hands balling into fists as he contemplated what action to take next. You stayed mostly hidden behind Hawks, anxiously looking past his wings.
When he accepted that the nomu wasnât going to move, and forcing his way past him was too dangerous of an option, he smirked. âFine, then. Youâre only making yourself look worse. Iâm certain I can convince them to move forward with that operation after they see how defiant youâre being right now.â
No! You feel so damn useless. The bastard wanted to change him into something more compliant. How much would that change Hawks himself? You donât know if thereâs anything you can do that wonât just end with you being thrown into the lionâs den.Â
The doctor placed two fingers to his temple. Fuck, his quirk.Â
âBackup needed in South Hall, room five oâ ni-â
He stopped. Pure shock took over his face, words replaced with the faintest choked sounds. You truly considered asking if he was feeling alright.
Until a thin line of red appeared at his throat, blood oozing out, the bleeding getting heavier by the second.
âWhat. The. Fuck?â Your breaths were becoming too short as you watched him crumple, the liquid crimson quickly pooling around him. âWhat the fuck is going on?â
The confusion and fear was making you delirious. God, you were going to pass out again, this is too fucking much, this asshole was about to take you away because you have a monster growing inside you and then he was going to turn Hawks into a regular High End but now heâs dead but who the fuck killed him and whatâs about to happen to you-
âCalm.â
A large hand on your shoulder grounds you, steadying your breathing and expanding your tunnel vision. Hawks is in front of you, releasing soft coos.
âWhaâhowâwhaâŠâ Your shaky lips are unable to form words, but he seems to understand. Something materializes right in front of you. Small, black, and sharp. Itâs a feather, floating between the both of you. âWhat?â You finally spit out.
âCamouflage,â thatâs all he says, as if that explains everything. Since when was he able t-
Whatever. Thereâs too much shit happening right now.
Still shaking, you look to see the doctor still bleeding, some of the blood flowing into the engravings and painting them red.
âY-you killed him?â You whisper.
He nods, staring apathetically at the body.
âBut, I thought you didnâtâŠâ You trailed off, too stunned by everything that has happened to finish.
He turned his attention back to you, red irises â as red as the blood that continued flow â staring into your frightened eyes. âIt gets easier.â
Once again, youâre not sure what to say to that.
He looks to the door. âMore coming soon.â
Right, whoever the doctor was contacting must be wondering why his telepathy was suddenly cut off.
âI want to leave.â
âLeave? Like, you want to escape?â Another nod. âThatâs...I donât know if thatâs possible. There are villains around here. Strong villains. Shit, they might release some of the nomu on us!âÂ
âYou want to stay?â
Your mouth opens, then closes.
âIâm strong, and fast.â His wings unfurl and sharpen every feather, his tail curling around you so that you can see the knifelike plumes on it. âCan heal very fast and blend in. Can do a lot.â
The display and simple explanation reminds you that you havenât seen any of his combative skills firsthand. This is what they made him for.
Well thenâŠ
âRight, then how about we give them a final test?â Just when you were finally calming down, adrenaline is already being pumped back into your veins. âLetâs show them how unstoppable their latest work is.â
His little peep of agreement nearly ruined the moment, but it reminds you why youâve grown so fond of him.
He turns around and crouches, motioning you to climb onto his back and wrap your arms around his neck. It was awkward, mostly due to the wings that you were squishing under you, but when you voiced your worries he just gave you an âItâs fine.â He warned you to hang on extra tightly whenever he gets low to the ground. Heâs a much faster runner on all fours.
Stepping over the corpse that has bled dry, he stopped at the door and braced himself.Â
âReady?â
Your arms and legs were secured around him. You breathed in through your nose then out through your mouth.Â
Breath in. Breathe out.
A lot of death and destruction is probably about to come your way.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
It would be great if you never had to fill another jar ever again.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Your clammy skin hasnât felt sunlight in fucking forever. Are the heroes even still alive out there?
Breathe in. Breathe out.
You try not to think about whatâs happening in your womb.
âIâm ready.â
The door is pushed open.Â
x---x---x---x---x
Targets first spotted at 12:50
The old surveillance cameras flicker and lag. It makes noticing the running black figure all the more difficult. On most screens, youâll see nothing more than a blur. There will be the occasional confrontation with villains, sometimes accompanied by researchers with incapacitation quirks. More often than not, the escapees easily outmaneuver them, crawling and leaping on every surface and zooming past their potential captors before they can even follow.
Some of the stronger villains and nomu slow the duo down only briefly before they collapse from an unseen force. The recovered bodies possessed deep cuts across major arteries or accurate punctures in their major organs.
Some footage shows the two sometimes climbing into vents, temporarily escaping the cameras.
The woman on the High Endâs back was injured during the fatal showdown at the hospitalâs exit, enraging it to the point where it swiftly killed everyone in its vicinity, including fleeing researchers that were only caught in the crossfire.
Targets escaped facility at 13:09
x---x---x---x---x
Subject: Raptor
SUBJECT HAS ESCAPED.
NOMU IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS. TAKE EVERY PRECAUTION IN RETRIEVING IT.
Some things are too good to be true. It turned out that Raptorâs brain has, shall we say, faulty wiring. Several observations have noted him hesitating upon certain commands. This should not be a constant problem with any High End. I donât understand why they did not immediately work on this issue. Itâs possible that they feared irreversible changes to his unique mind.
I personally believe that many of these flaws are the result of a compassionate host. The hero Hawks was unmistakably a gifted combatant, probably the most gifted individual the facility has gotten their hands on, but his attitude did not translate well into the role of a nomu. On the bright side, I never thought Iâd ever see nomu, let alone a High End, show such genuine fondness over a human. I believe itâs worth another try in the future.
But for now, we should stick to what works. There are more than enough lowly criminals to go around.
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