#just in the blink of an eye I’m a fucking villain and an asshole and they won’t give me an inch and they don’t hear my apologies

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I started writing this with the intent of it being whump, but well- read it, you’ll see. Not really whump, but I’m still tagging it as such.

Cw: violence, manhandling.

A strangled gasp clawed its way from the hero’s throat, raking against their windpipe as pain exploded from their sternum. The force of the blow knocked them back, stumbling against the wall as the breath rushed to leave their lungs. Brick snagged at the back of their uniform, uneven edges of the stone trying to twist its hold on them by the threads.

Cheap shot. That’s what it was. That’s what Villain was. That cheap, petty, good-for-nothing, disreputable asshole. They fought dirty, like the fucking rat they were. Not an ounce of self-respect to their technique, they would fight tooth and nail. Hero had the scratches, weeping blood down their cheek from where Villain’s fucking claws caught them—when was the last time they cut their goddamn nails? Not to even talk about how much grime was certainly on their hands, Hero was appalled anyone, especially the street rat criminal who practically lived to scrounge around the disgusting alleys, would dare touch anything in the city without gloves on.

Tears welled in their eyes without will, Hero rapidly blinked them back as they pushed themself forwards. Their chest burned, breath lodging in their throat as they used the wall to brace themself in the moments preparation before they lunged back at Villain.

Hands caught their shoulders, but instead of the shove backwards they were anticipating and already planning for, they were tugged forwards, their momentum used in a cruel twist as a knee was brought up to meet their stomach. Hero choked out a gasp, a shock jolting back through their body ad they were manhandled back up and slammed against the bricks. Their head hit back against the wall, without any distance to try and ready themself. Specks of white buzzed in the corners of their eyes, pain like cracking cement ripping through their skull. It dazed them, for a moment too long. Villain’s hands ripped down their arms, calloused fingers wrapping around their wrists and steeling in place like iron. Twisting their arms up and shoving them against the red stones, pinned to either side of the hero’s head.

Then they could feel Villain’s breath against their cheek, warm and intrusive and wrong, their lips so close they almost brushed the shell of Hero’s ear as they leaned in-

“Oh my little Hero,” Villain whispered, their voice so quiet left a resounding echo humming through their mind. They slowly drew back, leaving a numb prickling spreading across their skin as a sudden cold replaced the unwanted heat. They stopped, eyes level with Hero’s. “When will you ever learn? You can’t win against me.”

On any other day, Hero would’ve fought back. They would’ve stomped down on Villain’s foot and returned the blows with the same graceless disorder Villain fought with. But they were tired. Their body hurt and their head buzzed with exhausted anger and what was certainly the forming of one hell of a headache.

But instead they just stood there, letting their head fall back an inch to rest against the brick. Let the criminal take on their weight as they pressed their body against theirs. If Villain was to step back, they’d crumple.

Then slowly, with a certain care to contrast the brutality of the blows they had dealt, Villain shifted Hero’s wrists to one hand, pinning them to the wall above their head while their free hand dipped down to brush along Hero’s jaw, the back of their finger tracing a swelling bruise on their jaw.

“I told you,” Hero murmured, their exhaustion seeping into their tone as Villain’s hand follow the outline of the scratches across their cheek, a nail brushing just outside the bleeding edge. A warmth of touch to battle the chill air. “Not- not the face,”

Villain’s fingers curled beneath their chin, a thumb smoothing softly over a spot on Hero’s wrist.

“Oh love, I’m sorry,” Villain’s eyes softened, tilting the hero’s head to the side as their eyes flicked over the shallow wounds. They leaned in, pressing their lips to Hero’s jaw carefully over the forming bruise. “But when have I ever listened to anything you’ve had to say?” A whisper of the taunt returned to their voice, visible in the spark behind their adoring gaze.

Hero only sighed, the night cold fading into a soothing warmth that bled across their skin as Villain’s hand slipped down to cup their neck, their eyes fluttering closed as the villain guided them in and brought their lips together.

Tomorrow, they’d fight back. Tomorrow they’d repay Villain everything they’d dealt and more.

But tonight- tonight Villain won.

And Hero was alright with that.

[irisintheafterglow]

Request for an aizawa angst to comfort fic ❤️

Safe & Sound (Aizawa Shota x you)

summary: you have a quirk that heals people as long as they focus on the people they love; it becomes a struggle when the man you love is fighting to stay alive (1.3k words)

cw: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LoV WAR ARC, angst to comfort, happy ending but really stressful beginning, descriptions of injuries and blood, profanity, arguing, mentions of ambulances

note: hi anon! thank you so much for your request, i hope you like it! this is my first time writing for aizawa, so my sincerest apologies in advance if he's a little ooc. also this takes place during the initial battle between the heroes and the villains after shigaraki wakes up to give a little context for when this takes place <3 thanks so much again for the request!

as always, likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated!!

“I need you to look at me, Shota. Shota, Shota, please.” You cupped his face in both hands, urging him to stay awake. The scorching temperatures of Dabi’s wild blue fire breathe down the back of your neck and particles of dust rub against your throat, but all you can see is him. A blinding ache throbs in your forehead and your limbs were covered with scrapes from pulling people from the rubble. It didn’t matter; nothing else mattered but him. 

“Stay with me, darling, stay with me.” Exhausted, bloodshot eyes blink back at you and a calloused hand brushes up to cover yours. You push your quirk to work faster, faster, but Aizawa’s fading consciousness made it difficult as you could only heal while the recipient thought about something they loved. He’d coached you through powering your quirk solely on your own thoughts, but the progress was nowhere near what was needed to heal his broken body. For his survival, you needed him to stay awake. He’d lost dangerous amounts of blood after severing his leg, and you silently cursed him for his selfless heroism. “Damn you and your commitment to justice,” you sob, voice breaking but unable to muster any tears because it would break your concentration. 

“Ambulance ETA five minutes; just hold on a little longer,” Manual reports, kneeling at your side and pulling beads of sweat from your face and out of your eyes. You nod in assent and whisper your gratitude to him before he leaves again to search for survivors in the city’s rubble. 

Something felt wrong from the moment you parted ways with Shota, who refused to let you accompany Team Endeavor when they raided the hospital. In all the years of your private relationship, you’d never fought over something as significant as this, so significant that you’re screaming at the top of your lungs at him. You’d shook your head in disbelief when he turned his back on you, arguing that Team Endeavor needed to have a healer with them. You’d seen the damage Nomus had done firsthand, both to the city and to the man in front of you. Frustration met indignancy in your mind like tectonic plates, slamming into each other and lacing venom in your voice. 

“You don’t think I can do it, can you?” 

“Stop it–”

“No, I won’t. You don’t think I’m strong enough to be out there with the pros,” you continue, hissing the word like it was wrong to have in your mouth. “God forbid you forget that I’ve healed every single one of those assholes at some time or another, whether they knew it or not. And you still think that I can’t handle this, Shota?” 

He won’t look at you. He still won’t fucking look at you. “Darling–” 

“Don’t ‘darling’ me. I’ve proved on two fucking thousand occasions that I can heal at a level pros need, so why don’t you think I can do it? Because you’re embarrassed by me? Because you’re embarrassed by us?” His head finally snaps to look at you, eyes glistening. 

“Because I need you safe!” His blank face finally breaks, twisting in emotional anguish. “I need you safe; I need you alive. I need you to be okay because I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.” 

He’d held you so tight on the last night you spent together, like if you two just stayed there, time would stop and the morning wouldn’t come. Then, he was gone, slipping on his boots and wrapping his shoulders with binding cloth. You watched him get ready from your bed while the sky was still dark outside, and he kissed you on the forehead before walking out the door, whispering a promise to come back to you. Halfway between sleep and awake, you didn’t tell him to promise to come back in one piece. 

And now, here he was, missing the lower half of a leg and still losing so much blood that the ground beneath your knees was starting to soften. Your shoes dig into the earth, tattered and bloody after your desperate sprint from the backline evacuating citizens to the heart of the conflict. You risk a look over your shoulder and see Best Jeanist straining against Gigantomachia bathed in the light of red and blue fire. The Nomus continue their assault on Best Jeanist, but you barely make out Lemillion and Nejire pushing them back. You caught flashes of blue, recognizing it as Shota’s student with the engines in his legs, and made note of a boy with a mop of green hair who looked in worse shape than his teacher.

“Ambulance! Clear out, clear out!” A hand came to your shoulder, ushering you back and away from Shota. You dodge the arms guiding you toward a separate ambulance, limping across the battlefield to the kids you recognized as Shota’s, the green-haired one, the spiky-haired blonde, and Endeavor’s youngest son; you push your quirk past its limit, conjure an image of Shota feeding a stray cat a potato chip, and heal the three boys as much as you can before paramedics catch you as you lose consciousness. 

You’re awake much sooner than the rest of those involved in the battle and within hours can visit hospitals and heal others critically injured. When you receive word from Hizashi that Shota was finally conscious, God help any hospital staff that tries to stop you as you storm into the lobby and insist on seeing him. One more “Visitation is only permitted for family members, ma’am” away from throttling the lady at the front desk, someone calls your name from the hall, waving excitedly. It’s Sero, who spouts some bullshit story about being yours and Shota’s adopted son and drags you down the hall before any of that information could be verified. 

“He’s in here, Miss Aizawa.”

“Oh, no, we’re not–”

“Oh, right. Well, not yet at least,” Sero smiles and then leaves you to enter Shota’s room. 

And then there he is. 

He’s wrapped head to toe in bandages and his eyes look a little worse for wear, but he’s alive, and the corners of his mouth turn up when he spots you frozen in the doorway. 

“Hey, baby–” is all he gets out before you stumble forward and bury your face in his bandaged shoulder. His arms wrap gently around your waist and he takes a deep breath, more at ease than he had been since he woke up. You pull away slightly and scan his face through watery eyes, mentally verifying that he’s real and that he’s okay. Brushing a stray hair from his face, your fingers linger on his stubbly cheek and he leans into your touch. 

“You promised to come back, but you didn’t come back in one piece, you foolish man.” 

“Would you have preferred that I not come back at all–” he deadpans, but you place a finger on his mouth to shush him. “Right, touchy subject. I’m sorry, love… for everything.” His voice trails off and he looks away from you, face taut with guilt. “We lost. The heroes, the people, the students. I can’t express how angry I am at you that you dodged an ambulance and went to heal my students, and how grateful I am that you still healed me too.” 

“Of course, love. And I’m sorry that I thought you didn’t believe in me. I know you do, and I’m sorry for lashing out. Plus, your students are really good kids, but if some of them are already starting to call me ‘Miss Aizawa,’ I think we might have to talk about going public with this whole thing sometime soon,” you reply, pressing your lips softly to his forehead. He closes his eyes and sighs, looking back at you with so much exhaustion in his handsome features that you wanted to murder anyone who got close. You must have looked terrible too, you realized, as Shota drew his eyebrows together in concern and moved you to lie with him on the hospital bed. 

“Rest now, darling, I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up.” 

“You better be, or else I’m dragging your dumbass out of the beyond and killing you myself,” you whisper before putting your head on his chest and relaxing into safety.

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Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, Starlight, Starlight standing up for herself, tags what

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8th July. Sun, Stars and Light.

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“Are you joking? I thought you’d be dead by now. Or given up.” Isamu Suzuki complains you step into the blinding white room.

Another year, another visit.

“Well boohoo,” you murmur, rolling your eyes as you sit down on the armchair opposite him. “Thought you would have died by now, old man. How’s prison life treating you? From the looks of it, not great. Hey, wanna bet to see who dies first? Winner gets bragging points and a one-way trip to hell. You look like the kind of guy who’d die the next day, honestly. You should consider pulling the plug, if you know what I mean. Hold your breath and count to a thousand. End your misery, you know?”

The haggard man blinks at you.

Running a hand through your hair, you slump down on the chair.

“I need…I need sleep.”

A nasty smirk curls onto Isamu’s lips. “Finally getting worn down, hm? And from the looks of it, little blondie cracklefire has left your side too.”

“He’s gonna get Zuku killed.” You muse. “I wanna stop it, but at the same time, I don’t really. Once Izuku sets his mind on something—“

“He never wavers,” The villain finishes impatiently. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve used me as your therapist way too many times. Don’t you have one back at your prestigious school? Just because I’m tied down here, doesn’t mean I want to listen to your hormonal problems. You fuck up my life 7 years ago. I ain’t giving you shit.”

“Well, you threw mine into the 4th dimension.” You grumble. “You reap what you sow, and then some.”

“I still have my brother fighting for his life out there,” Isamu says, and at that moment, even strapped down and crusty in a white suit he doesn’t own, he looks a little more…human. “Yeah, that’s right. Your glitter sparkles hero society have holes in big blabber mouth security guards.” The villain hums. “You’ve had trouble tracking him down, right?”

In the truth of the matter, you didn’t know much. After apprehending Isamu’s brother from the attack last year, you’d handed him off to the police for questioning. With school and internships, you’d barely paid attention to it when he went missing again. Apparently, Chisuke Suzuki snuck out using his Quirk, and by the time backup had arrived, there was simply a blood bath and three stacks of officers.

When they woke up, all officers were chronically depressed.

Chisuke’s Quirk was the erasure of one emotion from a victim. Or at least, that’s what it was last year. You should probably check the files more.

“My brother’s Quirk is more powerful than mine, and he knows how to get by,” Isamu says proudly. “At least if I hold on, I know he’ll be out there, waiting for me.”

His words slip a small pin to your heart, specifically and thoughtfully chosen. It hurt more than you thought, but you couldn’t let him drag you down now.

“What, no snarky feedback?” His eyes are blue, cold, hard and searching. “Never thought there’d come the day.”

A twig breaks. A tree falls. The camel’s back snaps in two.

“Is that what you want?” You explode, slamming a hand on the glass. Everything is hot, from your fingertips to your toes. “Me to give you a speech about how even though I royally fucked up, Izuku will find a way to regain his memories through the skin of his teeth because he’s Deku? Heroes give up too, god dammit! And maybe I deserve it, alright? What? What do you want to hear, asshole?”

You back down to the safety of your chair and heave a breath. “I need…” You whisper, shaking your head, “to give up properly.”

Isamu barks out a laugh. “7 years and finally, something interesting. Nah, keep going. I’ve waited too long for this.”

Watch me break.

Watch me crumble.

“Hey,” Isamu says cheerfully. “If you do want to be put out of your misery, let’s make a deal. You get me in touch with my brother, and I can get him to use his Quirk on you.”

Now, it was your turn to laugh. Maybe this guy has gone off the deep end. “Why would I do that?” you scoff.

“Because,” Isamu smirks. It’s an ugly smirk, with his yellowed, misaligned teeth.

“He can erase your love for that brat, you rascal.”

—

After school that day, Izuku takes the liberty of racing back to his room to dump out the Post-It notes on the floor of his dorm.

It was mind-boggling, and an out-of-body experience.

Scratchy scrawls line every note, his handwriting and his words all spilling out like it was a ritual he’d take part in come fire or hail.

I’m scared to die.

I don’t want to fight Shigaraki. I want to forgive him.

I’m scared I get left behind.

Personal feelings Izuku had never penned down were inked on yellow stickies, little nooks of his own insecurities all laid bare.

It’s difficult for me to admit these things.

Ochaco and I aren't a thing anymore, we fell out of love.

Slowly, Izuku pieces together who you once were to him.

Someone trustworthy, someone kind.

But not all were appropriate triggers, and those that were are diamonds in a mineshaft. Most things were trivial, and the few that caused bone-shattering agony to his mind never tripped anything right.

Gasping, he tugs his necktie off and closes his eyes in frustration. Sweat stains his wooden floor a darker brown, and his hope starts to fade. The last trigger has him seeing stars as he gently eases himself back down from insanity.

“Give them back…!” He whispers, scarred hands squeezing his head as he glares at himself in his standing wall mirror. “Give my memories back!”

In a fit of rage, he swings the tin box holding the systematically stacked notes against his bed.

A flurry of Post-it notes flutters around him as the box slams loudly against his bed frame. A false bottom pops out, and so does a new section of Post-its.

15 of them, and they’re dated from July 1st to 15.

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“Erase my love for Izuku?” You had to give it to Isamu, his hunches were always spot on.

“You’re always so adamant about keeping your memories. Heck, I think if I find a way to use my Quirk on you, you’d find a way to resist its effect as you heroes do best. But emotions…” Isamu laughs. It’s not a nice laugh. “You can pay the price of millions of memories with just one emotion. It’d end your suffering.”

You falter, and he sees it like it’s white on black. “You won’t forget him, but you won’t know pain, either. It’d go poof,” Isamu says, eyes electrifying as he dishes out the offer with the finesse of a conman.

It’s tempting, of course it is. This whole time, Izuku had always stood by your side not knowing who you really were. You couldn’t bring yourself to love him properly, just as he deserved. He deserved someone there, someone who could enrapture him like the Aurora borealis instead of someone as plentiful as the stars in the night sky. Someone who could share memories with him for a long long time.

That someone wasn’t you.

Accepting this deal meant moving on. It meant leaving your feelings in your glade and finally…

be free.

Not free from the memories, but…in a different way.

But then, your resolve hardens like steel. “You have some nerve trying to bribe me over with that.”

You stand up, anger cooled to an eerily calm. The world is silent, it’s the ocean's depth at the seabed. “Every inch of me, I cherish it. The good, the bad, the terrible. To rip a feeling out of me? Using heartbreak as manipulation? That’s low even for you.” You scoff, fingers sliding over the glass. “If I move on from Izuku, that’s by me, and me alone. I will never accept your side payback that’s dressed up as charity, because I will never let Izuku go through the pain I did.”

Fire burns, a torch of eternal flame; your love for Izuku, cast out because even though it’s pretty, even though it hurts, no one will ever admire its beauty.

“Izuku’s strong, and so am I.” You whisper, eyes locking with his. “I do not need you.”

—

The note that triggers it is not the one he imagined.

I don’t like Kacchan calling you Shortie. Kacchan’s amazing and all, but he shouldn’t make fun of your height. P.s. I like the nickname Zuku, too! You don’t have to tell me why you started calling me that, I’m just glad you do. I can’t imagine you calling me anything else.

Even so, he thinks through it. Zuku? No one has ever called him that before. Kacchan calls you Shortie, he knows that. But why does he say he can’t imagine you calling him anything else?

“Nicknames from first year?” He whispers under his breath. “Maybe I lost my memories last year? My birthday, obviously…”

Where does this point to?

Why the Post-it notes?

What did he call you?

His brain explodes as he writhes in agony again. Blinding hot pain, wax melting his skull—

Starlight, His mind lapses.

There’s another image this time, one of a willow tree in the same field. The branches of it sway hypnotisingly slow, and he can feel the breeze even though he’s not present there.

In a sandbox, building sandcastles under the night sky. Your name is Starlight.

“Your name is Starlight.” He whispers, his mouth echoing the word as easy as he were to say Kacchan.

The fluorescent lights sizzle, and something breaks.

The next thing he knows, everything is black.

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Make Me Your Villain VIII

Master list here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Warnings: broken bones, threat of injury, threat of death, asphyxiation, choking, strangulation, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort

The first six weeks of physical training was grueling. Both Henry and Liam were merciless in their training. Nova had never worked out as much, her body never as achy as it was now. As she tumbled into bed each night, barely able to keep her eyes open, she knew she was getting closer and closer to being ready to help Liam.

“Where did you learn to do all of this,” Nova panted one day as Henry ran her through evasion drills for over an hour.

“Liam. And he learned, well you know where he learned.” Henry checked the tablet he always carried when they were outside. It was how he kept tabs on the main computer in the library that tracked Jude’s movements. “Do it again.”

“What’s the point? Even if Jude stabs me, I can heal. If he slits my throat I’ll—“

“You would die,” Liam said as he appeared at the edge of the training field that used to be a tennis court, his shadows curling around his legs. They fanned out around him as he stood watching her.

Nova glared at him. “You said I could be immortal.”

Liam frowned. “You could. With training. As it stands now, I doubt you could heal much more than a couple of serious cuts.”

“I healed you and you were at death’s door!”

“A fluke. A lucky fluke. But a fluke nonetheless.”

“How dare you!” Nova charged at him, losing her balance and falling off the fence she had been running across. She hit the deck of the tennis court with a loud thud, pain zinging up her spine. “FUCK!”

Liam crossed his arms. “Are you ok?”

“No! I think I broke my tailbone.” She glared up at him. “It’s because of you! I—“

“Heal it,” Liam ordered softly.

“What?”

“If you think your healing powers are up to healing having your throat slit, a broken coccyx should be no problem for you.”

Nova glared up at him, blinking away the tears from the pain. She concentrated on trying to knit the bone back together, summoning her healing light. Sweat poured off her face as she put all her energy into healing the bone.

“Breathe, Nova,” Liam’s voice came distantly.

“Fuck,” she took a deep breath, “you.” She lay back, her tailbone healed. But she was completely drained of energy.

“And that’s why the training. Until you are strong enough to heal more serious wounds, I need to be sure you can keep yourself safe. I won’t always be able to help you.”

Nova threw her shoe at his head, but he was already gone, reappearing just outside the house, his shadows converging on him once more. “Asshole,” she muttered.

Henry offered her a hand up. “He is right, you know.”

“Yeah, well he doesn’t have to be such an asshole about it.” Nova stood slowly. Though she had healed the bone, she was exhausted and in pain.

“No, he doesn’t. But, and it doesn’t excuse his behavior at all, I would imagine he had a pretty unsuccessful rescue for him to grill you like that.”

Nova frowned. “Unsuccessful?”

Henry tapped his tablet. “Jude got whoever it was that he was hunting for.” He started towards the house. “Let me handle him. Relax. We’ll resume again tomorrow if you’re up for it.”

Nova didn’t see Liam for another week. No morning coffee. No shared meals. Nothing. She wandered into a room in the east wing that she think Henry had called the conservatory and froze. Liam lay curled up on a love seat, his face sadder than Nova had seen him. His shadows flickered and flowed around him, as though comforting him.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as she started to back out.

Liam sighed and sat up, his shadows retreating. “I’m sorry, Nova.”

Nova stopped. “What?”

“I’ve been a real asshole lately. I’m sorry.” He scrubbed his face with his hand. “I could say about all the terrible things I’ve seen this week, but it wouldn’t excuse my behavior. You don’t deserve me to take my mood out on you.” He looked up at her. “Will you forgive me?”

She considered a moment. “You know I’ve already forgiven you. Can I join you?”

Liam patted the cushion next to him. “I’m wallowing, but you’re welcome to join.”

“Wallowing?” She cocked a brow at him. She pulled up her fiery orange hair as she walked. She perched on the edge of the couch. “That’s a pretty fancy word.”

Liam gave a wan smile. “What can I say, I’m a fancy guy.” He watched her carefully. “Am I really?”

“Forgiven? Yeah. I was being an arrogant little shit. You were totally right.”

“I didn’t mean for you to fall.”

“I know.” She stared at him. “I do want to help you.”

“I know. But in case you haven’t noticed, it’s pretty dangerous.” His eyes darted to the door. “Right Henry?”

“I’m not getting involved in this one. You two talk it out.” Henry called from the hall.

“Coward,” Liam muttered.

“I know it’s dangerous. I’ll keep training.” She smiled at him. “And in the mean time you can make up your assholery to me by taking me somewhere fun to eat.”

“I’m kinda persona non grata in Hiraethian, so I don’t know if that would constitute fun for you.”

“You’re a teleporter. Pick a town on the map and take me there.” Slowly, Nova coaxed Liam out of his sadness. Afternoons spent in training sessions, turned to meals spent in each others’ company. Sometimes Henry joined them, other times it was just the two of them.

Slowly, she got him to spend more time at home between missions. First it started with a day to recover after being gone a week. Then it was two days. Until for every day spent away, Liam spent a day at home with Nova and Henry.

And slowly. Nova began to realize she was falling in love with him. The thought scared her at first, what if he didn’t reciprocate the feeling? She decided she would be fine with that. As long as she could stay with him, she was fine with being friends.

She still couldn’t heal grievous wounds as they hadn’t worked on building her stamina—Liam had felt it too risky. But four months after she healed her broken tailbone, Nova’s healing stamina was tested.

“Nova! NOVA!” Henry roared one day from the library. “DAMN IT! NOVA!”

She ran into the library, full expecting to find Henry profusely bleeding for him to holler so loudly. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

Henry shook his head. His face was pale and tense. “Not me. Be ready in the old ballroom.”

“Why?” Nova already had a feeling she knew what Henry was going to say.

“It’s our medbay now. Liam’s coming in hot and I don’t know how bad it is.”

“How do you know it’s bad?”

“Nova just go. His comms went out ten minutes and the last thing I heard wasn’t good.”

Nova’s stomach turned in knots as she raced to the ballroom. Liam’s comms had gone out and whatever Henry heard had him spooked. How was Liam going to get himself home if he was hurt? Somehow he had managed before. He’d managed to get the two of them here when he was dying. Surely he could get himself here.

She was saved from the endless worry loop, each imagining worse than the previous, by Liam suddenly appearing in the middle of the room. “Liam!”

His face was bright red, his hands weakly clawing at a rope around his neck. His shadows were feebly rising up to his neck, as though they could tear the rope from his throat. He gasped for air as he dropped to his knees. “Hold on, hold on, I’ve got you.” Nova rushed forward, already summoning her healing light.

“Where is it?” She tried to not scream. Tried to not yell. Tried to sound patient. Liam gaped at her, and she realized her error. Of course he couldn’t talk. He’d been throttled. “Point. Point to your pain, Liam.”

He weakly pointed with the hand that was trying to pull the rope from his neck. She targeted all of her light at the point of his throat. “Lay back. I’ll get the rope off. Just lay back, Liam. I’ve got you.

It took almost all of her concentration to untangle and untie the rope. Whoever had used this to strangle Liam had intended for it to kill him. She finally pulled it off, revealing his red and swollen throat. The skin was hot and angry looking. She concentrated on the redness fading, the muscles healing, and his airway becoming whole again. Sweat beaded on her brow as she healed his throat.

Slowly, the redness faded, and his breaths were no longer gasping. Though his chest still heaved, Liam’s throat looked healed. Nova let out a sigh, both of relief and exhaustion. “You’re ok. You’re ok.”

“Thank you,” he rasped.

“I can try and fix that.” Though she was more exhausted than she wanted to admit out loud, she would try and heal his voice.

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine in a few days. Thank you.”

“How did you get yourself home?”

He tapped his chest. “I just kept thinking of here. And that way as soon as I got free, I would be here.”

She opened her mouth to ask more questions, but Henry walking in had her stopping. “Thank you, Nova, I’ll take it from here. You look exhausted.”

Liam looked as though he was going to say something, but finally nodded. Nova dragged herself back to her room and promptly collapsed in bed.

She later found out from Henry—Liam wasn’t able to speak too much yet—that Jude’s newest apprentice had tied the rope around Liam’s neck and had been dangling him off the edge of a bridge. And because the apprentice was still holding onto the rope, Liam couldn’t teleport without risking bringing her along with him. Liam had to wait until the apprentice dropped the rope, no doubt believing Liam was dead, before he could teleport.

Nova had nearly lost him and she hadn’t even been able to help him. All her training would have been for nothing. She vowed to herself to really throw herself into her training. The sooner she was ready, the sooner she could keep Liam safe.

“I’m ready to go on missions,” she said two months after she healed Liam’s throat. She could fight. And she could keep herself out of harm’s way.

Liam considered a moment. “Only on one condition.”

Nova practically jumped out of her skin with excitement. “Name it and I’ll do it!”

“You can’t help me. You can watch. I’ll keep you invisible. But you have to stay out of the way. Once I’m sure you aren’t going to get hurt, we can renegotiate you being able to fight.” Liam smiled at her. “I don’t want you getting hurt. And I can’t split my attention. But you’ll get there. One day.”

Tags: @dutifullykrispyland@jesssmolfur@parad0xical2@st0rmm@keeper-of-all-the-random-things@pigeonwhumps@gala1981@allylovessweets

[cozyqueerchaos]

Protective Sonic Sonadow edition hc’s?👀💕✨

EEEEE ANON U ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE <3 - sonic often fusses over shadow's injuries (which shadow is v unused to since he heals)!! shadow will come home with a gaping wound and sonic will freak out and force him to sit down and let him bandage it lol - on that note, he's very gentle with shadow outside of fights (which often leads to more fights haha) - sonic hates all government bullshit but he tries extra hard to be a dick to GUN agents, on shadow's behalf. shadow says it's unnecessary but GUN doesn't know they're dating so there's no real need to put a stop to it :> - sonic will drape himself over shadow when he feels like shadow's in danger. shadow will be talking to some asshole and/or villain and sonic will walk over, rest his chin on shadow's shoulder from behind, and give them the most threatening smile you've ever seen in ur life - they definitely argue about who gets to give who their jacket when it rains

BONUS,, excerpt from a fic i may or may not ever finish:

The edges of Shadow’s lips quirk, annoyance falling away to reveal Sonic’s fucking amazing boyfriend who worries way more than is really necessary. “Sounds like a good way to kill an afternoon,” Shadow says, then looks very much like he regrets that word choice. 

His face falls, not back into anger but definitely not amused, either. Something sad and quiet. Something Sonic sees more often than the rest of the world ever gets to; the traumatized mess of a person Sonic has fallen terribly, blessedly in love with.

“Hey,” Sonic says, and Shadow raises his eyes from the floor to refocus on him. His arms are crossed, as they always are the second Shadow begins feeling unsafe, but if anything it makes him appear more vulnerable. “I’m okay, yeah? I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

At least, he hopes not. But who can say, really? They live strange lives.

Shadow makes a pained noise, hands flying up to his quills. He glares at the ceiling like it’s personally wronged him, and it takes Sonic far too long to realize he’s trying not to cry. “That’s not- you know that’s not what I’m upset about.”

“I do?” Sonic asks, because he really fucking doesn’t.

Shadow stops, lowering his hands. He blinks, once, eyes wide and a little bit glassy. “...seriously?”

Sonic shrugs helplessly. He sort of wants to stand up and pull Shadow into his arms until that look is nothing but a bad memory, but he gets the feeling a hug may not be welcomed at this precise moment.

“Oh my god,” Shadow says disbelievingly. He doesn’t sound angry, just… bewildered. “Sonic. You jumped in front of a bullet for me.”

Sonic pauses, thinks back to earlier that day. Huh, yeah, that might’ve happened, but- “I didn’t get shot, though?”

“That’s not the point. There’s a difference between living dangerously and actively throwing yourself in harm’s way.”

“I was protecting you!” Sonic protests, but Shadow’s already waving him off.

“I’ve told you, I heal, you should always allow me to take hits-”

“I’m not gonna let you get hurt,” Sonic snarls, rage surprising even him. Shadow pauses in his rant, eyeing Sonic warily. “And you can’t heal if you’re dead.”

Shadow stands there for a long moment. He stares at Sonic with those steady crimson irises, all unearthly calm, and then says, completely serious, “I would always choose you over me.”

Sonic’s rage dies in his throat, and then it’s back twice as strong. “Well, that makes two of us, faker. Of course I’d die for you.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, and Sonic realizes it a millisecond too late. If Shadow was trying not to cry before, now he’s failing at it. “I don’t need more people dying for me, you idiot!” Shadow yells, rubbing at his eyes before they can get any glassier.

[justagirlwhowritess]

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst no real comfort

Warning: toxic relationships, alcohol, swearing, insecurities

Additional Notes: I listened to July by Noah Cyrus while writing this.

“God you are so fucking annoying. Do you ever shut the fuck up, y/n?” Tomura spat at you. You had been dating the man for about two years now, and at first he was incredibly sweet, kind, really made you love him, now he’s become an asshole who acts like he couldn’t care less about you. You blinked back tears and shuffled on your feet mumbling an apology under your breath. He rolled his eyes and left the room, probably going to drink again, you think to yourself as you do your nightly routine to get ready for bed, alone of course, Tomura hadn’t bothered coming to bed with you for months now. It was about four am when he finally crawled into bed, you were still awake sniffling softly clutching a pillow to your chest. You should leave him, you have thought about it, but the change is immense, it’s scary, what if he decided to hurt you for leaving? He’s a villain after all and you are just a civilian with a less than useful quirk, no one would notice if he dusted you. “If you want me to leave, you are just gonna have to tell me. I can’t read your mind. I can be packed and gone by sunrise.” You mumbled as he shifted. He grabbed your shoulder and rolled you over.  “What are you talking about?” he asked, looking at the fresh tears streaming down your face. “If you want to be done with me, you have to be the one to break us up. I can’t do it, I’m not strong enough to leave you. If you want to go and find someone that can love you better, you deserve better, but you have to be the one to leave me, I just can’t bring myself to leave you, I love you so much Tomura.” You choked the words out through sobs and a few hiccups. He sighed, his face growing softer looking at you crumbling next to him.  “I’m not leaving you, don’t be fucking stupid.” he spoke. You looked back at him, feeling confusion bubble in your chest. “Why not? You remind me every single day I'm not good enough for you and never will be. You always say you can have whoever you want, so have them. Why keep me around? Just tell me to leave and I’ll go, no reason to keep stringing me along.” you cried. He rolled his eyes. “I love you. You aren’t leaving. Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” his palm was resting on your cheek with his thumb but no other fingers touching your face. “Okay. I love you, Tomura” you whisper, feeling his hand leave your face as he goes to roll over.

[haikyuuwaifu]

7

Breakeven: The Script

Masterlist

Warnings: Drama, Mild Angst, Mentions of Violence/ Villain attack

They say bad things happen for a reason But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding 'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even, no

Izuku let out a groan, as he tried to situate himself on the hospital bed. Blinking blearily, he looked around the room in confusion. “You’re awake!” Iida declared, waving his hand for a nurse. Izuku had a tube attached to his mouth, and he was groggy as he tried to figure out just where the hell he was. A few minutes later, Uraraka came barreling into the room, a team of medical personal following behind her.

Minutes later found Izuku breathing on his own, sipping water slowly as he finally gathered his bearings. “What the fuck happened Midoriya?” Tenya questioned, as he clicked on the news. “I don’t remember.” he mumbled, closing his eyes as his head throbbed. “You don’t remember being reckless?” A voice sneered, as the occupants of the room looked toward the door. Izuku was not expecting to see a furious Enji, or Kachan’s equally furious parents. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” Izuku mumbled, unable to look toward the man. “He has a small bout of amnesia.” The doctor provided, swallowing as Mitsuku gave him a steeley glare. “Stay the fuck away from my son.” She snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at the man. “I don’t know what happened Auntie but I’m s-” “Save it.” Enji snorted, moving away from the door. “We all know how genuine your shitty apologies are.” “The nerve of some people.” Uraraka huffed, reaching out to grab the mans hand in support. “Everything will be fine.”

Hours later, everything was not fine, as flashes of what had happened the day before started coming back. There was a robbery, and he hadn’t been called to the scene, but he was in the area. The robbery itself turned out to be distraction. He remembered an explosion, something about the ground becoming unstable, and a hoard of villains going on the attack against civilians. He remembered seeing Kachan, the two of them getting into an argument, and then nothing. Iida had stated, that the two heroes got into an argument, but no one knew who started it. The villain themselves had been captured and taken in for questioning. Uraraka only huffed, and stated that Bakugo deserved the reprimand she was sure he was going to get. The two heroes had gone to the cafeteria, leaving the man to his own devices. 

With a force stronger than anything he’d ever seen, Izuku’s door was busted open, falling off of its hinges. “You!” Y/n snarled, making her way into his room. Everything around her floated, as her eyes seethed with rage. Izuku had never seen her so angry before. “How fucking dare you, think to open your mouth after everything you did.” She snarled, as the objects in the air began flying toward the man. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Izuku cried, holding his hands up to protect his face. “Katsuki is in surgery because of you!” she snarled, as Iida and Uraraka tried to make their way into the room. “He is fighting for his life on the table, because of you!” Izuku winced, as Uraraka tried to call security. He knew no one was going to get into that room until Y/n wanted them to. “It was an accident.” He whispered, blinking away his tears. “He’s fucking dying.” Y/n screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He’s fucking dying, because of you! At the door, Uraraka was screaming for someone to deactivate her quirk. Aizawa stood by, watching as Y/n got everything out of her system. “It was a fucking bank heist, and that was just a cover.” Izuku snarled, glaring at Y/n. “Did you expect me to just not do my job?” “It wasn’t a fucking  cover up. You were being fucking wreck less, and stupid because you wanted to save the fucking day. Y/n snarled, shaking her fist at him.

“I saw them! They were attacking civilians!” “No! You fucking asshole! One of them had a hallucination quirk! And you fucking fell for it, because you refused to listen to the intel!” Y/n snarled, throwing another object at him. “My boyfriend is on a fucking table because you were careless, and reckless, and fucking stupid.” Y/n sobbed, as the shield by the door finally dispersed. “Arrest her.” Uraraka sniffed, pointing toward Y/n. Security made no move to enter the room, as Shinsou made his way inside, his father following suit. “I told you to arrest h-” A slap echoed throught the room, as Miruko the bunny hero, laid into the other woman. “Get the hell out uravity, before I have you thrown out.” She snarled, looking down at the brunette. “She attacked him!” She cried, holding her hand to her cheek. “He’s the reason why her boyfriend is laying on an operating table right now, so I think she’s well within her right.” She hissed, glaring down, as Iida moved to help Uraraka up. “We need to let them sort this out.” He mumbled, looking away. Aizawa stood at the end of Izuku’s bed, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

“One of the villains had a powerful hallucination quirk. He snagged you into his visions as soon as you stepped within range. If you had stayed behind the tape, as every hero off duty, and the surrounding civilians were advised to do, then you would have known exactly what was happening.” “But I saw t-” “You saw what he wanted you to see.” Aizawa hissed, as Shinsou sat with Y/n still on the floor. The woman sobbed softly into her best friends chest, as Rumi stood in front of them, ever the vigilant  bodyguard. “Bakugo was called to the scene, and he was briefed on what the situation was. He was prepared to handle things until you showed up and fucked it all up.” Aizawa continued, glaring at the other man. “Instead of being a help, you were a fucking hinderance. Because you went on the attack.” He snarled, shaking his fist at the other man. “You activated your quirk and started fighting everyone in the fucking vicinity, like the careless moron you are.” Izuku shook his head, realization hitting him like a freight train. “No one could fucking handle you, not at 100%.” He sneered, closing his eyes. “You were about to go for a civilian. A kid that had thrown something at you for being a bad hero, when Katsuki barreled into your path. You had turned your attention away from the kid and onto Bakugo, and I’m glad he gave you the beating of your life, but he fucking paid for it, when he took a full fucking cowling to the fucking chest.” Aizawa snarled, eyes glowing red. “He took a full fucking cowling and I was too late to stop it, when all you had to do was stay away and follow protocol!” he screamed, as Izuku flinched. 

Before he could say anything more, Enji and Yagi made their way into the room. “Bakugo is out of surgery.” Enji mumbled, as Shinsou scrambled to get Y/n off the floor. “We’d like to speak with Midoriya.” Yagi whispered, patting Aizawa’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you in the waiting room.” As the room emptied, Izuku was left staring at his former mentor, and Enji Todoroki, newly promoted head of the Hero Commission. “What you did today, was despicable.” Enji snarled, giving the man a glare. “It should result in the expiration of your license permanently.” Yagi muttered, as Izuku made to protest. Yagi held his hand up, “We’re going to do an evaluation. You’ll be meeting with a specialist, and they’re going to evaluate your mental health. From there, we’re going to decide what the punishment is going to be.” “I’m the #1 hero!” Izuku hissed, clenching his fist. “You can’t do that to me!” “Izuku, we’ve kept track of all your reports over the last number of months. Of every case you’ve worked, and every patrol you’ve been on. Through your own agency and others, people have pointed out your reckless behaviors as of late.” “You’re a fucking menace to hero society.” Enji sniffed, looking out the window. “The way you’ve been acting as of late, is not what the #1 hero should represent.” Yagi sighed, running a hand over his face. “You almost killed Bakguo with your carelessness.” “It was an accident.” Izuku mumbled, looking away.

“Accident or not, you were lucky it was someone as strong as Bakugo. You’d be sitting in Tartarus right now if it had been a fucking civilian.” Enji snarled, flames taking over his form. “You’ll be evaluated, and when that’s over we’ll be discussing the reparations you owe to the community, and the reparations you owe to Bakugo.” Izuku could only stare down at his sheets, unable to look the two men in the eye.

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[lunadragneel0928]

How Could I Say That?

Denki x fem!Reader

Friends to Lovers

Summary: Y/N had a terrible day and best friend Denki just wants to help, but she's been run ragged and accidentally takes it out on him.

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"Hey, Y/N! How was your patrol with Ryukyu?" Denki asked, jogging to catch up with her as she entered the dorm. 

"Not that great. I don't really want to talk about it." 

She waited long enough for him to catch up before she answered, then entered the building with him only a couple steps behind.

“Anything I can do to help?” he questioned as they switched out their shoes.

As much as she loved Denki, she really didn’t have the energy for anything more than scrounging up something for dinner and then crashing. He was his normal, bubbly self and as much as she wanted to give him a smile she just couldn’t bring herself to. 

Her patrol that day with Ryukyu had been one shit show after another. Several civilians had gotten hurt because she'd been distracted during a scuffle with some robbers. Then she'd scared a kid with her quirk, trying to protect him until his dad could get him. To top it off she'd nearly lost a villain Ryukyu had recognized as being connected to the League of Villains and Paranormal Liberation Front during the war. She was feeling like a failure and just wanted the day to be over.

“Not right now Denks, maybe tomorrow.”

“There’s gotta be something! You know how great I am at cheering you up.” 

“I know, Denki, please, I just want to be alone for a bit.”

“Aw, come on, Songbird! You know you’ll feel better after we hang out!”

He caught her hand, whether he was trying to get her to stop walking or he was just going to do something silly, she wasn’t sure, but it pushed over the edge. Something inexplicable rose up and made her snatch her hand away, feeling like she was tainted and it would rub off on him.

“Phoenixes don’t sing, Denks.”

“Y/N, don’t be such a grump!”

“Oh my God, Denki, I told you I want to be alone! Stop being stupid!"

Even in the midst of her anger and frustration it took less than a moment to realize what she'd done. In a blink her stomach dropped and she covered her mouth with her hand, self loathing replacing her earlier aggravation. 

"Denki…"

The light in Denki's eyes dimmed, leaving behind something hard and his normally soft smile turned sharp as he took several steps back from her.

"Yeah, sorry, I should have backed off when you asked. Was just trying to cheer you up, but I guess now's not the time."

"No, I'm so sorry. Fuck, Denki, I’m sorry. I'm such an asshole."

Before Denki could say anything she spun on her toe and ran. 

Without a care of where her slippers landed she snatched up her regular shoes and burst through the front door. Hopping on one foot as she fought to get her shoes on but still trying to move forward, away from her best friend that she'd just hurt; possibly beyond repair. 

Not bothering to use her quirk, she sped across campus, aiming for the front gate. Rounding the corner onto the street had her running face first into Shinso, heading back from his internship.

He managed to keep them both upright, catching her around the waist, but when he realized there were tears streaming down her face his hold on her shifted to her shoulders.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

Shaking her head she took a step away from him, getting ready to resume her mad dash away from the school. 

"Denki, check on Denki." 

"What happened?" He started, eyes wide at her sobbing plea, but she was already taking off again. "Y/N!" 

She didn't stop, didn't look back to see if Shinso had gone to do as she asked, she just ran.

As if her day hadn't already been terrible enough, she had said the worst possible thing she could have to Denki. Her best friend that she knew struggled with being insecure about his intelligence. 

'I'm no hero. I couldn't help those civilians earlier, I scared that kid, I nearly let the villain escape, and I just hurt Denki.'

When she found herself back outside her mentor's agency, she hurried through the lobby and into the elevator, scanning her ID at the security desk while keeping her head tilted down. She hoped the guards couldn't tell she'd been bawling like a baby a few minutes ago. It was bad enough she'd clearly ran all the way from the school. Sweaty and still panting a little.

She punched the button for the top floor and shuffled to the back of the elevator to wait. 

At this time of day the agency wasn't fully staffed so there were only a couple of tired looking office workers heading to their respective desks to start their evening shift. When Y/N arrived at the top floor, she beelined for the short set of stairs and the door to the roof. 

Working directly with Ryukyu allowed her to learn a lot of nuances that came with having a quirk that allowed you to transform into a mythical flying creature. It also meant her agency ID opened the door to the roof when most agency members didn't have access.

She'd never been more thankful for her choice of internships as she was at that moment. Ryukyu's love of heights led her to create a peaceful outdoor seating area on the roof of her agency that most people didn't know even existed. Since the weather was good, the retractable roof was put away, leaving a clear view of the sky; something that brought peace to dragon and phoenix alike apparently. 

Y/N sat on one of chairs, cushions and pillows giving her the opportunity to comfortably curl up. The solitude had her thoughts spiraling once more, her tears coming back full force as she crushed one of the pillows to her chest. She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she ignored it. It was probably Shinso checking on her, but she didn't deserve that so she refused to allow herself the opportunity to feel better. 

And if it were Denki… he was the sweetest friend she'd ever had, he'd probably try to tell her it was okay and it didn't bother him when she knew it absolutely did. She wished he would yell at her, curse at her the way Bakugou did all the time. 

‘God, how could I say that to him?’

She'd just made the decision to steer clear of him until he realized she was letting him off the hook of being her friend, no obligation to stay with her meant she'd never be able to hurt him again, when her early morning, long day, and tears caught up to her. The last thought she had was of how pissed Mr. Aizawa would be when he found out she was out after curfew, then exhaustion pulled her under.

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"Hey, Songbird. Time to wake up."

Gentle fingers brushed her hair off her face stirring her into wakefulness.

"Phoenixes don't sing." She muttered, still half asleep.

Light laughter had her eyes snapping, immediately meeting a pair of golden eyes that were only slightly less sad than the last time she'd seen them.

"Denki!" She cried, scrambling out of the chair she'd been sleeping in. “How did you find me?!”

On her feet once more, she turned away, fully intending to run away from him again, but he caught her hand before she got far.

"I don't think so, Y/N. No way am I gonna let you run away again before we talk."

"Let go, Denki! I will jump off this building and fly away if you don't!"

"You go right ahead, Songbird, but I hope you've been practicing flying with someone in your back because I'm not letting go."

Tears sprang up again, so she stubbornly refused to face him. Kept yanking at her hand, but didn't want to do anything that would hurt him just to break his grip on her.

"Talk to me Y/N."

"That's what got us into this mess! Me talking and being a jerk!"

"Hey, you weren't being a jerk, it was the truth, I was being –"

Anger coursed through her and she turned to glare at him, causing him to shut his mouth. 

"I'm already pissed at myself for saying that to you, Denki, don't make it worse by even trying to say I was right." 

Denki sighed, but only pulled her into his chest. She didn't make it easy, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away again. All she wanted was for them to be okay, but even if Denki could forgive her for what she'd done, she wasn't sure she could forgive herself. 

"You know I'm not mad at you, Y/N." He murmured as his arms wrapped around her.

Shoulders shaking, she slipped her arms around his waist and clung to the back of his jacket.

"You should be! You're my best friend and I said something unforgivable." She sobbed.

"Well, I was bugging you when you'd obviously had a rough day."

"Ugh, stop! You were being a good friend! Trying to cheer me up, or at least talk about what happened. I was an asshole!"

"Aw come on –"

"No, Denki!" She cut him off, leaning back just enough to look up at his face. "I know better than anyone how much you struggle with confidence in how smart you are, and I still said what I said. You're the sweetest, funniest, most fun to be around guy that I know. You always make me feel better when I'm in a bad mood, you bring me snacks, and you watch movies and anime with me even when it's something you don't like, and how do I repay you? By calling you stupid! You're not stupid though! You're smart! And kind and intuitive and handsome and I've never had someone in my life I care about the way I care about you. Then I went and ruined it!" 

She buried her face back in his chest, not even registering the way Denki froze for a moment. Then he was gently tipping her chin so she'd look at him again.

"You think I'm handsome?"

Y/N rolled her eyes even as she felt her cheeks go warm.

"You're kidding right? That's what you're choosing to focus on right now?"

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"That you think I'm handsome? That you've never cared about anyone the way you care about me?"

"Yeah, I meant it!"

"Shit, I forgive you."

"What –"

It was Denki's turn to interrupt her, leaning down and pressing his mouth to hers. If Y/N hadn't known any better she would have sworn he used his quirk on her, but even as she found herself unable to move, there was no fiery pain that accompanied being stunned with Denki's electricity. 

When Denki broke the kiss just long enough to tilt his head and lean back in, Y/N involuntarily shifted her weight into him, lifting onto her tiptoes to reach his lips better. 

It wasn't much more than a press of their mouths together. Awkward because of their inexperience, but still enough to set butterflies off in her stomach. 

Then he was pulling away to look her in the eye. For several moments they were silent, but his eyes seemed to be sparkling with so many feelings and thoughts. It was probably pretty similar to what she felt was going on in her mind.

"Denki?"

"Yeah?"

"I really am sorry. I shouldn't have let my shitty day cause me to be such a terrible friend."

"I already forgave you, Y/N."

"Doesn't mean I shouldn't apologize. Or try to make it up to you."

Eyes lighting up as he grinned, Denki pulled her with him as he sat in one of the chairs. 

Sitting in his lap, legs draped over the arm of the chair and tucked into his chest was more comfortable than she would have thought it would be. Though her cheeks were much warmer than normal at the intimate embrace she'd never been in before with anyone, much less Denki.

"I think I know how you can make it up to me, Songbird." 

Pulse skyrocketing as he pulled her even closer, she had to swallow hard to be able to respond.

"How?"

"Be my girlfriend?"

Her mouth dropped open in surprise, eyes growing wide in disbelief at what he’d said.

"Really?" She choked out.

His smile dropped at one corner, and insecurity flickered in his eyes causing her to scramble to grab his face and pull his mouth back to hers. Noses bumped together but she didn't let that deter her as she tried to keep her mouth pressed to his as she shifted in his lap to straddle his legs.

"You actually want to date me?" She asked when she broke the kiss.

"How could I not?"

"Denki, I could give you so many reasons not to! I'm grumpy all the time, I'm completely addicted to caffeine, I have a terrible sense of humor, I never look cute for class because I sleep instead of doing my hair or makeup, I take myself way too seriously, I get stuck in my head and overanalyze everything –"

"Kind of like now?" Denki teased.

"Humph!"

He laughed before pressing a kiss to her cheek. She was already getting attached to the way the easy affection felt as she allowed herself to return it.

"You are not grumpy, Bakugou is grumpy, you're just not over the top bubbly like Mina. And you still have a long way to go before I consider you 'addicted' to caffeine. Shinso is addicted to caffeine, Songbird, you are not. Your sense of humor is absolutely adorable, you like puns! Which means you actually laugh at most of the memes I send you. How could that be anything other than perfect? And regardless of how your hair and makeup looks, you're always absolutely gorgeous. Your eyes sparkle and your smile is beautiful no matter what. I wouldn't say you take yourself too seriously so much as you care very deeply about things that are important to you. That's not a bad thing usually, but sometimes, on days like today, you let that push you into a dark place. On top of that, you overanalyze, which comes in handy in class and in hero work, but can be dangerous if left unchecked."

Her face grew warm with every argument Denki gave, disagreeing with each flaw she thought she had. By the time he finished she wanted to bury her head in his neck and hide away. But then he reached up and palmed both of her cheeks.

"And I wouldn't change a single thing about you, Songbird."

Tearing up a little she melted into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him close.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend, Denki."

Denki laughed as he squeezed her around the middle, then suddenly they were up off the chair and spinning around. Her giggles joined his as whooped loudly, dancing across the roof in his exuberance, then set her down to stand in front of him.

"Not a bad way to end a bad day, huh?"

"More like start a new day, the sun is coming up, Denki!"

"Oh shit, we'd better get back to campus before Mr. Aizawa finds out!"

"Even if he does, it was worth it!" Y/N laughed as she pulled Denki to the edge of the roof. 

"You have actually been practicing flying with someone riding, right?" He asked a little worriedly as she transformed. “Y/N?”

"Hold on tight!" She called as he settled onto her back. 

Then they were off, Denki squeaking at the unexpected feeling of speeding off the roof and through the air. She leveled off as soon as she was high enough to see over the majority of the city. 

"Look to the right!"

"Whoa!"

It was one of her favorite parts of being able to fly, getting up so high nothing blocked the view of the sun as it dawned over the horizon. 

The sky was blushing pink, just starting to turn orange, revealing clouds that had been nearly unnoticeable in the dark.

The way the light hit the different shapes in the cloud, painting them every hue of pink and orange imaginable was unlike anything else she’d ever seen. It was like living in a water color painting, filling her with adrenaline as she took a moment to enjoy the view and the wind in her feathers.

"You get to see this all the time?"

Denki's awed question had her chuckling, but she waited to answer as she tilted forward to begin their descent towards the school. 

"I'll take you up whenever you'd like Denki." She offered as she transformed back, turning to the blonde who immediately pulled her in close and captured her lips. 

"Totally worth it."

With another laugh they were off, racing to the front gate of the school, unsure of what they would find and neither one caring a bit.

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Take Me With You

Chapter 1: Fuck This Town, And Everyone In It

This is a dark and smutty romance that starts shortly before, and then follows the OPLA timeline. Please heed the tags below, and I hope you enjoy this vicious love story with our favorite clown! THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. HEED THE TAGS.

Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: You volunteer for Buggy's final act, hoping that he'll take you away from this awful town and the predators and enablers that live here. First you have to pass the audition, and choose who throws the knives. Will you make the cut?

Word Count: 1285

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Author's Note: Non-Con is not described, but the Reader murders their unnamed abuser with Buggy's help. Reader experiences a lot of feelings of hatred and trauma. Buggy is a villain in this story, except for how caring he is toward the reader. This romance is dark y'all, with a bunch of violence and angst mixed in with their sweet love. Please heed the tags, and DO NOT read if any of these themes may be triggering for you.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, SA/Non-Con occurred in the past - not described during story, reader murders the abuser with Buggy's help, Reader has symptoms of trauma and dissociation, torturing and murdering an unnamed abuser, Knife Throwing, Buggy understands consent except when it comes to his captive audience of course, Consent, Knifeplay, Eventual Smut, Praise Kink, Angst, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Smut, Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff and Smut, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Comeplay, Aftercare, Throat Fucking, Cunnilingus, Hair Pulling, Biting, Overstimulation, Orgasm Delay, Comeshot, Anal Play, Alcohol, Bisexuality, Accidental Exhibitionism, Face-Sitting, Choking, Dom Buggy

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“Take me with you.”

The spotlight almost blinded you, but you could still blink up at the captivating figure of the pirate clown on his makeshift throne. He had asked for a volunteer, and although you were just as much of a prisoner as the rest of the residents of your little town, you stood tall, your mind made up.

When Buggy asked for your name, you only gave him that request, that demand to take you with him. He could have been angry that you’d failed to obey him. Instead, the menacing clown paused, tilting his head before replying. 

“Why should I?”

Chills ran through your whole body. This insane impulse was causing your life to tear away from you, lost in a tailspin. 

“Because I’m more interesting than any of these assholes on this island. I want to be one of your freaks, and follow your flashy show across the seas.”

“Well folks, it looks like we've got an audition!”

Buggy laughed with what sounded like genuine delight as he clapped his gloved hands, leaping out of his seat. He gestured widely, dramatic movements keeping him at the center of your attention. 

“Why don’t you climb onto the wheel, and I’ll toss some blades your way? Or you can choose one of our captive audience members to strap up instead, and you can be the one to fling the blades?”

This felt like it was supposed to be a lose-lose situation. Buggy’s smile seemed crisp at the edges, but you shivered with the hope that you’d be leaving this shithole town behind soon, one way or another.

“Him.”

Buggy exaggeratedly followed your outstretched arm until his gaze landed on a quivering man. 

“This guy? He looks boring.”

“He is. That’s why I want to throw knives at him.”

The clown laughed at your words, his smile seeming to deepen as he watched you more closely. 

His freaks grabbed the man, unlocking his chains and dragging him to the center of the ring. Buggy demanded that the audience applaud for your target as he was pulled into the spotlight.

Your eyes glazed over as you watched him being strapped onto the wheel, until your hands were yanked forward. You met Buggy’s eyes, and saw a spark of annoyance that you hadn’t noticed him so close. 

Buggy’s gloved fingers traced down your own, then shoved a belt with five sharp knives into your hands.

“Try not to kill him. Or do. Either way, it should be a fun show.” Buggy directed those words toward you, but kept his voice booming for the audience to hear. 

“Now, gentle viewers, feast your eyes upon this rare treat! Will this boring man survive the rain of daggers? Will this amateur prove herself worthy of joining our freakshow? Let’s find out!”

Buggy’s voice was so playful, yet so dangerous. Part of you was horrified at the situation you’d put yourself in. But when you looked at the whimpering man on the wheel, you took a deep breath as you pulled a dagger from the belt. 

You stared at the man strapped to the wheel, not spinning yet, just bound. You saw his labored breathing, his snot dripping down his chin, his pathetic eyes squeezing open and shut while he blubbered. 

“Hurry up now, unless you wanna join your buddy up there.” Buggy’s voice was impatient, and you shook yourself back into the moment. 

“Please, Y/N! You don’t want to do this," the man on the wheel begged. 

“Yes, I do.”

Taking another deep breath, you focused your throw as best as you could. You hoped that your drunken darts games would translate into some skill with the shot, but the release fell short, landing a few feet in front of the wheel.

“Come on, you can do better than that!.”

Buggy’s voice boomed, covering the man’s whimpers for a moment. 

“Please, Y/N, please help me. Don’t do this!”

Exhaling, your second throw actually hit the wheel by his left foot. It didn’t stick into the wood, but the dagger bounced off, brushing against his leg before clattering to the floor. 

The pirate clown began to speak, but even he paused to listen to the man’s pathetic cries now. 

“You ugly bitch, fuck you! You’re nothing but a stupid fucking whore!”

A languid breath moved through you, the corner of your lip twitching into a hateful smile. 

“If I was a whore, then you should have paid for what you took.”

You threw the third dagger with cold rage flooding your veins, and it hit. It scraped along the outside of his left thigh, sticking into the wood, leaving a thin tear in his pants along with a slow trail of blood. 

He screamed, and you barely heard it as Buggy made the captive townsfolk applaud your violence. The town full of people that had turned a blind eye. This small, idyllic seeming village was full of trash. Disgusting predators, all of their enablers, and the bystanders who never wanted to ruin their own day by giving a shit about anyone else. 

Fuck this town, and everyone in it.  

Before you could pull your arm back for the fourth shot, Buggy was standing in front of you. 

“Would you like a few pointers, freak?”

His eyes sparkled in the lights, and it took you a second to realize what he’d said, and how quietly he’d said it. Those were the first words that Buggy spoke that were meant for your ears alone. 

“Yes, please,” you whispered, eyes wide as his hand gently took the knife from yours.

Turning from you back to the audience, Buggy lifted the dagger high, demanding their full attention again. 

“Our lovely amateur has earned herself a lesson from the Genius Jester himself. Don’t try this at home folks.” Buggy ended with a wink, and the audience was forced to laugh along with him, all while the man on the wheel continued to whimper and beg. 

Buggy stepped up beside you, and you shivered as he spoke quietly again, just for you. 

“Is it alright if I touch you to show you how to throw?”

You were stunned for a moment, and had to shake yourself before replying. The thought of Buggy the Pirate asking for this small consent from you in the midst of this theatrical hostage situation was jarring. 

“Yes, Captain,” you managed to breathe out while still caught in his piercing gaze.

The look of sinister pleasure on Buggy’s face at your words should have scared you, but you had a feeling that it was the man on the wheel that needed to fear him now. 

The man continued to cry while the clown gave you a short lesson on knife throwing. It almost felt like you were alone with Buggy, so focused on his instructions. He stood beside you, demonstrating the stance and movements, showing you how to find the balance of the blades, and what angle to release them at. Then he stood behind you, and helped you line up your aim toward the center of the target. You noticed that Buggy didn’t press himself against your body, only touching you lightly along the arms and shoulders. 

You went through the movements a few more times, until the pirate beamed at you. 

“Good girl.”

Buggy's praise sent chills along your neck before he leaned toward you with a wicked grin. 

“Do you want me to make him spin for you?”

You glanced at the wheel for a moment, realizing that you’d almost forgotten about that pathetic man while the clown trained you. 

Meeting Buggy’s eyes again, you dove off the deep end, and answered with a smile.

“Yes, please.”

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[winchester-books]

Eye for an Eye

based on: outer banks

characters: jj x reader, past john b x reader, kie

warnings: messy breakup, language

w/c: 1.7k

summary: When things between you and John B end bitterly, you’re surprised to find JJ of all people taking your side... and suggesting revenge. 

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. Your relationship with John B had ended in nothing short of disaster. You’d caught him gawking at Sarah Cameron one too many times and had finally lost it when you saw him scrolling through her instagram profile while he had his arm wrapped around you on the couch. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” 

He quickly swiped out of the app, rolling his eyes like you were the one being ridiculous for calling him out, “What now Y/N?” he huffed, letting his arm fall off your shoulder, “Am I not allowed to see what other people are posting?”

“Sarah Cameron… really?” you gave him an incredulous look, “I’m literally sitting right here,”

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N, it’s just instagram,” he brushed you off.

You scoffed at him, “You’re an asshole-”

“You’re gonna sit there and tell me you don’t look at other dudes?” He snapped, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re seriously going to flip this on me right now?” you shook your head, “You’ve been staring at Sarah for weeks, I’ve bit my tongue and not said a word… I convinced myself it didn’t mean anything- but that’s such bullshit,”

John B stood up from the couch, running his hands through his hair, “You’re being ridiculous, I-”

“It’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore,” you stood up and faced him, glaring at him as you spoke, “How about you grow up and break up with me so you can be with her since she’s all you can think about,”

“Y/N, cut it out okay?” He exhaled sharply out of his nose, rolling his eyes, “You’re overreacting-”

“You can’t even spend time with me! You’re staring at her pictures with your arm around me- your girlfriend!” You dropped your arms in exasperation, searching his eyes for any sign of remorse and coming up empty. 

“What do you want me to say?” he snapped, looking down at you, “Yeah she’s hot- it’s not a fucking crime for me to think that! I didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just a stupid picture- get over it,”

“Get over it?” you blinked at him, your feelings of hurt and anger apparent on your face. “Screw you,” you finally managed, blinking away the tears that were beginning to form. 

“You think I don’t see you entertaining all the tourons who eye you? You’ve done the same thing, if not worse.”

Your hands clenched into fists as he twisted the situation so you were in the wrong. The John B you fell in love with and dated for nearly a year was not the manipulative asshole standing in front of you right now. 

“I think you should go,” you said lowly,walking over and opening the door.

“Oh, so now you’re done talking, huh?” He rolled his eyes, “You’re gonna sit there and blame me, but the second I mention that you're in the wrong you’re done?”

You bit your tongue, refusing to engage with him anymore and let him paint you as the villain. “Leave, John B,” you repeated, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes as he walked toward the door.

He brushed past you, mumbling something about you calling him when you were done being a bitch.

“You know what?” you narrowed your eyes as he glanced back at you from the porch, “ I’ll save you the trouble of breaking up with me since you’re too much of an asshole to do it yourself- we’re done.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already slamming the door in his face. 

-

Now, you found yourself tossing back shots of Vodka, indifferent to the burn each one sent down your throat. Kie had practically dragged you out of the house, going on and on about how going out would make you feel better and pick up your spirits.

 It had been one week of you shut up in your house, at first you had been wallowing in self pity and regrets. Then, you received a text from Kie that caught your eye, and you simply couldn’t ignore like the dozens of others she had sent. 

“y/n. i’m sorry but i have to ask. is it true? did you actually cheat on him??”

You had stared at the text for a while, your sadness and self-pity quickly shifting to anger. He had been obsessed with Sarah for weeks and now he had the audacity to go around saying that you had cheated on him? You were fuming. Fortunately, Kie had taken your side right away. 

Going out might have actually been good for you- if you hadn’t walked into the party to see John B twirling Sarah in the sand as they danced together. 

It had barely been a week. 

You were hurt. Heartbroken and embarrassed that you’d loved him as much as you did. Angry that a piece of you still managed to want him back even as you watched him move on so quickly. 

Alcohol was an easy answer to your problems, even if it was only temporary. 

“Easy there, Y/N,” You turned to see JJ eyeing you as you set down your shot glass. “Trying to finish the whole handle alone?”

“Maybe,” you brushed him off, pouring yourself another, only stopping when you felt JJ nearly pressed up against your back from behind you.

“Mind sharing?”

“So, you don’t hate me?”  You asked, pouring him one as well and handing it to him.

“Hate you?” he shook his head, his brows creasing, “Why would I hate you?”

“Well, John B’s managed to tell the whole fucking island that I cheated on him. You’re his best friend- I kinda assumed you’d be jumping on the ‘screw Y/N’ bandwagon,”

“Ouch,” he joked, “I thought you knew me better than that- since when have I been one to just follow everyone else?” he held out his blunt to you, silently asking if you wanted a hit. You happily obliged. “I didn’t believe him,” he said with a shrug. 

“Really?” You widened your eyes, feeling a wave of relief that not everyone fell for John B’s lies, “Good… because it's complete bullshit,” Your gaze shifted toward John B and Sarah who were still dancing together.

JJ noticed you were staring. “I told him he’s a dick for that,” he piped up, nodding toward the two. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he’s been a total asshole to you. I’m sorry,” he offered you a small smile, grabbing the joint back and inhaling, “Sarah’s just gonna break his heart like she does to every other guy she dates,”

“Good.”

“Yeah, he deserves it,”

You frowed, surprised that he was agreeing with you, “So much for being his best friend,” you joked. 

He only shrugged, “We aren’t talking right now,” he said simply, “I told him he needs to get his shit together- usually I’m the one that makes bad decisions, but letting things end with you? That’s a mistake I’d never make,”

You weren’t sure what to make of that. You wouldn’t lie, thoughts of JJ had always crossed your mind- but he was supposed to be John B’s best friend, didn’t that make you off limits?

“Shot?” JJ spoke up before you had the chance to say anything back, and you were grateful. Nodding, you grabbed your glass and tapped it to his, “Fuck Sarah Cameron,”

You grinned at his words, “Fuck Sarah Cameron,” you repeated, downing the liquid. 

-

God knows how much you had to drink. 

You and JJ had really taken on the challenge of finishing the entire handle of Vodka. Deep down you knew you’d be feeling it tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less. For the first time in days John B was the furthest thing from your mind. 

You and JJ had always gotten along well, he was funny and charming- and attractive. What was there not to like? But things were different between you now. He was touchier, and this time, his flirty comments felt like they carried more weight than normal… Not that you were complaining. 

JJ’s hand was laced in yours, the two of you laughing about something as he practically dragged you down the beach towards the water. The two of you plopped down into the sand, his hand landing on your thigh as he pulled you closer to him. 

JJ took a hit, blowing smoke into your face and flashing you a smile. He lifted the blunt to your lips and you inhaled, letting your fingers rest on his for a moment as you took the joint from him. 

He flopped backward into the sand, staring up at the stars and drowning out the blaring music coming from behind you as he listened to the waves crash, “This is amazing,” he breathed out, “Why the hell haven’t we done this before,”

You laid down beside him, “Because… my boyfriend was an insecure little bitch,” you laughed, your words flying freely in your intoxicated state, “God- if we’d ever done this before he’d probably be telling everyone I cheated on him with you,”

JJ sat up suddenly, a grin plastered across his face, “Oh my God, Y/N you’re a genius!” You eyed him from your spot in the sand. “John B is an asshole,” 

You nodded, “Tell me something I don’t know,”

“He treated you like shit. And now he’s lying to everyone and saying you’re the bad guy, when it was literally just him being a dick-”

“Okay, what are you getting at here?” You sat up, not really enjoying listening to him recount the hell that you had been living. 

He shrugged, “Let’s return the favor,”

You tilted your head, silently questioning what he meant.

“Well…” he glanced back to the beach, “He’s already hooking up with Sarah, right? I say an “eye for an eye,” You gotta hook up with someone to get back at him,”

“You volunteering?”

Your words were merely a joke, but JJ was quickly nodding, “Who better to hook up with than his best friend?”

“I...” you closed your mouth, blinking at him. You couldn’t lie, it wasn’t a bad idea. It got you the justified revenge on John B, and it’s not like you weren’t excited at the thought of hooking up with the blonde sitting next to you. 

“I’m definitely not opposed…” JJ added, cocky smile on his lips when he saw you contemplating it. 

You bit your lip, undecided. This could get messy- really messy. Thinking about Kie alone finding out made you question if this would be worth it. But he was hot… so hot. And clearly into you. And hell, John B had been awful to you, who could blame you for wanting to get some revenge?

“You better be a good kisser…”

JJ’s smik grew, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m the best,”

[todoscript]

making out until your phone interrupts you two

characters: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.8k+, 850-1000 words per character

warnings: characters are aged up, suggestive and mature content, implied sexual content, minors please beware

author’s note: how did these get as long as they did 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blond hair, you feel his larger, calloused hands run along your thighs. Your lips come back for each other, hot and needy. Bakugou bites down harshly on your bottom lip, eliciting a squeal that grants him an opening to pry his tongue into your mouth to melt with yours. You follow in the frantic rhythm he sets, barely keeping pace as your grip on the slim fabric of his black tank top wrinkles in your curled fingers. Smirking, his hand runs up the skin beneath your shirt. He finds your squirming all the more amusing the more he rubs and gropes.

“Aw c’mon, babe. No fun if you’re already turning into pudding this fuckin’ early. Show some resistance, why don’t ya?” He eggs you on, but doesn’t cease in his ministrations, and in fact, only makes it harder for you to show any kind of fight. You detach your lips from his, pouting profusely with a scrunched nose. He looks back at you, expression sly and slick, well aware of what he’s doing. Well, you’re going to be sure he doesn’t get the last laugh.

Shifting all your weight onto his upper body, you move him over to lay down on the couch. He peers at your form towering above him, curious as to how you go about turning the tables against him tonight. His palms are flat on your thighs, remaining there as you settle your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. You move your head down so your lips can touch and Bakugou cranes his neck slightly to meet you in the middle. However, a clamor sounding from a phone on the coffee table sends a rift in the atmosphere you’ve established and the incessant chime captures both of your attention. Your eyes go wide before blinking in realization that it’s your phone that’s going off right now.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you begin moving off of him. You get up to reach for your ringing phone, but his hand grabbing your wrist is faster.

“Don’t you dare answer it,” Bakugou orders, failing to suppress the blunt annoyance in his tone.

“What if it’s an important call from work?”

Hearing your response, he begrudgingly lets go of your wrist, sitting back on the couch, and grumbling beneath his breath.

“Fuck, it better not take long then.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. You take a glance at the screen before pressing the green icon and nestle your phone next to your ear.

As you converse with the person on the other line, the blond is glaring knives at the device, no doubt mentally sending curses to whichever asshole decided to interrupt the mood just when things were starting to get good. Now he’s contemplating as to why he was generous enough to let you answer the damn phone in the first place. Shoulda just chucked that thing into the next room, left to be forgotten as the two of you would’ve been occupied with much more important matters.

In retaliation with his thoughts, he abruptly pulls your body into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Being so occupied with your phone call, you don’t have much opportunity to comment on his behavior. In fact, Bakugou actually doesn’t allow you any opportunity.

Without warning, he plants his mouth on your neck, proceeding to nibble and suckle with just the right amount of pressure that makes you jolt in his lap. A small squeak leaves you, the noise eluded by the other person on the line thanks to you shifting your phone away from your mouth in time. You glare at the blond, silently asking with pointed brows what the hell he thought he was doing. But Bakugou only finds amusement in your struggles.

“Go on, keep talking, princess,” he mumbles loud enough for only you to hear and you feel his lips curl against your skin. You notice his hands busying themselves, tugging at the hem of your shirt, but despite that, you can’t do anything but continue with your conversation, unless you want your caller to start suspecting you’re undergoing other… activities as you were speaking to them.

You are so gonna get it later, mister. You mentally note your promises of retribution before returning to the chat while trying to ignore Bakugou’s mischief to the best of your ability.

After powering through the next couple of minutes of exchanges—your replies hastening and voice hitching whenever Bakugou’s ministrations became impatiently persistent—you finally say your hurried goodbyes, hitting the end call button.

That acts as Bakugou’s cue to pounce on you. He swipes your phone right from your fingertips and tosses it half-hazardously on the couch, out of your reach.

“Katsuki, you—!”

The moment you open your mouth to say something in retort, your words are cut off. Bakugou’s lips slot with yours to resume your intimate lip-lock, even more intense than earlier by how he barely allows you to draw a single breath.

“Oh no you don’t. No fucker is going to interrupt us this time, I’m going to make sure of that,” is the last he says before hoisting you up from your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, and leading you both to your bedroom.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Entering your living room, Midoriya finds you lounging on the couch with the TV on, curled up with a blanket and watching the latest episode of a show you’ve been following. He stretches out his muscles as he approaches you, body aching at every extension of his limbs. With his groans sounding rather exasperated, you face in his direction.

“Tired?” you question as Midoriya takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, just a bit. The villains keep getting tougher these days,” he answers, cracking his knuckles, craning his neck to relieve a particular spot that’s been bothering him. You open up the blanket to let him take refuge in your warm haven and he scoots closer to you.

As expected of being the Number One Hero, his duties to the populace only grow more challenging with each passing moment. But he knows better than to complain about the job he was so heavily entrusted to by All Might. Besides, nothing beats saving the day and putting a smile on every citizen’s face. Well, nothing… except maybe spending time with you at the end of the day.

“I’m proud of you though, Izuku. You’ve been working so hard lately,” you say sweetly as your hand goes to massage Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at just the right areas that make him relax beneath your touch. “So proud of you.”

“Y-Yeah?” Midoriya doesn’t mean to stutter, but he fights back a groan when your fingers slowly travel up to his scalp.

“Yeah…” Your voice is tenderly hushed between you two, leaning in closer, to the point where your faces are seconds from touching. With your fingers still twined in his curly green hair, you angle him ever so slightly to meet the smoldering look in your eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to mirror the expression, eyes growing equally lidded and just as desirable. Then, before you had even realized it, you both closed the distance.

Tongue and teeth immediately clash. Midoriya is quick to overpower you as you let out a giggle, being forced to lay back on the couch. With your show inevitably about to be forgotten, the green-haired male smoothly reaches for the remote on your side before pointing the off button at the TV and tossing it to the ground.

He cradles your head from behind to bring your lips impossibly closer. Your hands remain laced through unruly emerald strands, occasionally tugging at his scalp, evoking a hum that vibrates between your lips coming together again and again.

When you finally separate after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, your breaths are ragged—faces hot. He stares down at you, transfixed by your swollen, plush lips that he wishes to dive down again for more kisses.

“God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks—a rhetorical question, but you smile at it nonetheless.

“I should be asking you that, Number One Hero.” You cup his face in your hands, thumb delicately brushing against those endearing freckles of his as you’re about to pull him down again.

But, just as your eyes close, waiting for your mouths to meet, the world splits open at a blaring echo crashing upon you. You abruptly halt your movements, watching as Midoriya does the same, eyes blown wide. You both turn your heads in the direction of the sound coming from the phone next to the kitchen.

“The phone…” Midoriya murmurs, wondering who would be calling at this hour. But upon glancing over at the wall clock, you remember something. It was actually around that time you were expecting a phone call from a friend of yours anyway. It had entirely slipped your mind after being so caught up in your make-out session with him.

“Sorry, Izuku. It’s probably for me,” you inform, an apologetic smile on your face as he slowly gets off you, allowing you to cease the ringing in the distance.

Sitting up on the couch, he watches you traverse to the kitchen, his elbows resting on his thighs. He drops his head into his hands, noticing his leg hopping up and down restlessly. It’s hard to come down from his high after getting worked up like that, and with that phone call appearing out of nowhere, he’s not sure what to do with himself other than not to get too excited.

Despite that, Midoriya musters the most patience as he possibly can. I mean, the amount of times you’ve been interrupted by Midoriya’s own urgent calls coming from his agency warrants him to exercise some self-restraint, knowing how riled up you could get at times, yet still kindly letting him go about his work like the saint you are.

But after a long day of patrolling the city and defeating foes, all Midoriya desires at the moment is to drown in all the love you have to offer him and leave everything behind to think of only you and him together. He overhears your conversation due to the silence spread across your living space, making out bits and pieces but never taking the time to distinguish the topic of your discussion.

No good, he thinks. Midoriya resigns to the fact he simply can’t keep as still as he would like, already getting up from the couch to seek you out. When he finds you, you’re laughing into the phone, likely finding whatever your friend said humorous, but when he wraps his arms around you, you jerk in surprise, that same laughter replaced by a quiet squeal. You feel Midoriya’s head tuck itself in the space linking your neck and shoulder, planting a single delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He glances at you, emerald eyes gleaming in a silent plea.

You smile in reply, understanding what he wants as you hold up a finger to tell him to give you a moment. “Um, sorry, I’ll have to call you back later. There’s something I have to do right now,” you say into the phone and after exchanging farewells, dismiss the call.

Turning in his arms, you come face-to-face with the relieved look in his eye. “Baby couldn’t wait?”

He releases a sigh, smiling warily. “You know I can never wait when it comes to you.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Fresh and clean out of the shower, you toss your towel around your slightly damp hair as you walk into the bedroom. Todoroki is already there waiting for you, sitting on the edge of your shared futon while checking something on his phone. Upon hearing your footsteps, he glances up, and smiles as soon as your eyes find each other. He clicks his phone off and sets it to the side before beckoning you over with spread arms.

You kneel in front of him and lean into his comforting embrace. His body is just the right temperature against you that soothes the heat abiding your skin from your steamy shower. Feeling you melt into his chest, he tilts his head, pressing his nose into your hair, and notes the fragrant scent of your shampoo that harmoniously washes over his senses.

“You smell… nice,” he comments, nuzzling his nose to your neck.

Honey… and vanilla…

You giggle at the tickling sensation. “I would hope so, considering I just took a shower.” Todoroki hums at your humor, lifting his head to find your eyes. He takes a moment to pay every detail its utmost attention, from your misty hair to the warmth flushed on your cheeks as his knuckles graze over your skin. You look away from his punctilious gaze, his gray and turquoise eyes making you feel small.

That won’t do, he thinks.

Before you can even process his actions, he leans forward to capture your lips. Taken by surprise, a faint sound floats above your mouth that is quickly swallowed by him.

Again… and again… and again.

As you let yourself surrender to the fervent kisses, Todoroki maneuvers you two onto your futon, where he hovers over you, lips never once parting throughout your movements. You hum in delight when his tongue immerses itself in your mouth. The gratuitous feeling doesn’t stick for long though.

A ringing sound resonates above the futon, and your attention is immediately diverted. Your motions falter beneath him, causing you to fall off beat now that your mind has one more thing to worry about. On the other hand, Todoroki is least bit concerned over the noise, unrelentingly nibbling at your lips to try and elicit more sweetness from them. Unfortunately, his fun is cut short as you lay your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away so he removes his mouth from you.

“Shouto... My phone.”

Todoroki glances at the phone in question before returning to your form, disheveled under him. He gives you a look of indifference. “It can wait,” he states simply, about to dive down to resume what he started, but you don’t concede so easily.

“It could be important,” you reason.

Releasing a sigh, Todoroki allows you some space to turn over on your stomach and reach out for your phone, the chiming desisting as you answer it and greet whoever decided to call you at this time of night.

The conversation you’re having flies over Todoroki’s head. The only thing on his mind right now is you finishing the call and continuing where you two left off, praying it won’t take long.

However, eventually his impatience gets the best of him. His eyes wander the room simply to return to you—laying with your upper body propped on your pillow as you hover the phone next to your ear. He peeks at the small droplet of water trailing your hair just before it falls atop the skin of your neck. He seems almost mesmerized by it as it begins its trek down your collarbones, reveling in the enticing sight despite how ordinary it must be to the common eyes. For him, it just makes things all the more difficult to sit still.

Needy and with little to do, he shifts toward you.

“Right, and I– Ah!” your sentence slips on you mid-speech as you feel something cold touch the nape of your neck.

“Y/n? Everything alright?” your caller asks, static voice laced with concern that you almost overlook when the chilling sensation on your neck returns. You turn your head and discover Todoroki bending forward to place his lips repeatedly on your neck. You can’t tell if his lips are particularly colder than usual or if you’re still a little heated from your shower. Either way, the heightened sensitivity raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I-I’m fine! I just bumped into something, is all!” you reply, though your voice pitches, feeling Todoroki’s equally cool hands graze your back under your shirt.

“Oh, please be careful! The fatigue must be catching up with you after such a long day, and I did call you at a pretty late time, huh? Tell you what, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning so you can get your rest for the night, okay?”

You are beyond grateful for the convenience bestowed to you. Though, you honestly think resting is surely the last thing on a certain someone’s mind right now.

“Right! Thank you..! Have a good night!” With that, you promptly end the call. Repositioning onto your back, you cross eyes with Todoroki, making a point at hardening your expression and seeming offended. Though the man knows it’s more so a facade than anything and that you’re not actually angry at him.

“Oh, you..!” You emphasize your words with a bump of your fist against his shoulder, albeit with minimal strength.

He chuckles at your pouty lips, leaning down for a peck before moving some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admits, the curve of his lips bordering on a smirk and a genuine smile that you find hard to be mad at.

“Shall we resume where we left off then?”

[internalsealpanic]

Fuck, Marry, Kill: Not a Guide to Healthy Relationships

summary: Fuck, marry, kill is a sure fire way to figure out Batman’s secret identity and yours by extension. a/n: based on this and is an unnecessary prequel to intervention. No need to read either it just gives you context to my headspace when writing this.  warnings: Multiple batman crack pairings, explicit sexual language involving both villains and heroes, and shitty understanding of Atlantean biology. An ungodly amount of crack. 

"Fuck, Marry, Kill."

 You blink, bringing one of Dick's emergency juice boxes away from your lips with a pop. "What the fuck does that have to do with Harold 'The Space Ace' Jordan hitting on me?"

 Bruce takes a long sip of his coffee. A stalling tactic if you've ever seen one. You roll your wrist along with your eyes.  Bruce quirks his lip and tries to hide it with his coffee but the movement of his face is less than a minute. "Graphic detail or cliff notes?"

 You slide your eyes to the stack of folders on your side of the batcomputer. "Cliff notes."

 His cliff notes began with the sentence, "There was a lull during one of the Justice league meetings." With that, any intention you had of perusing over the files while listening to Bruce's dry commentary was gone. With a few pauses for your benefit, and an oversimplification of a few facts and conversations, Bruce had laid before you a comedy of errors resulting in the following order of events: the founding Justice League Members playing Fuck, Marry, Kill while listening to some gossip about Brucie Wayne, how that had resulted in what Bruce thought was the perfect opportunity to reveal his secret identity, Clark metaphorically withering to ash, Barry wanting to vibrate into the speed force, Arthur awkwardly denying what he'd said, Diana just staring at Bruce, J'onzz not understanding the problem, and  Hal flashing through an existential crisis, acceptance, then figuring out your secret identity. 

 He does this all without looking away from the screen. 

 It takes most of Dick's emergency juice boxes to get you through the explanation. When he finishes, You blink again. A little more stupidly this time. You open your mouth then close it and it takes you a frustrating amount of tries to even get a word out. Bruce couldn't really blame you.

 "Just so we're clear, this is all true. All of it."

 Bruce hums in affirmation. There's a wrinkle in his eyes that further confirms it. 

 You set the empty juice box in the container with the rest of the empty juice boxes.  Tipping your chair back, you search for the correct words. You flap your hands a little and you hear a choke of laughter from Bruce's direction which makes you snap your attention to him. You frown then start slowly. "So you let your friends— Don't give me that look. Fine. Colleagues vividly describe how they would raw your rich boy ass then you proceeded to tell them that you are, in fact, Bruce 'Very Fuckable for a Spoiled Brat' Wayne." Bruce snorts at the clearly derisive mimicry of Hal's voice.  "Am I getting this right?"

 "Mmhmm."

 You tip your body back a little more, looking up at the ceiling.  "You got a recording, yeah?" You ask, angling your head towards him. 

 Bruce sets down his mug, giving you the do I look like an amateur face.  You flick your eyes to one of the windows on the screen and yep, it's being backed up. 

 "Is this what you were doing this entire time?" You ask, squinting at him. He picks the mug up again and slurps instead of answering. You chuck one of Alfred's bagels at him. 

 He catches it, like an asshole. "I've been multitasking," Bruce says, mouth full of bagel. 

 "I'm going to tell Alfred you've been talking with your mouthful this entire time," you say, picking up one of the folders. 

 "I doubt he'll believe you."

 "He will. He believed me about the garden snakes."

 A bitter look crosses Bruce's face. "He won't," is all he manages to say. 

 "He will."

 "He won't."

 "He will."

 "He won't."

 The volley turns into a soothing back and forth that fills the cave as you two submerge yourself back into the case.

 It's probably the tenth suspect in your file that jogs your memory. 

 "I get access, right?"

 Bruce peels away from the screen, confused. 

 You know Bruce well enough to know that he's not playing dumb. "The JL meeting. Yanno, the one where Clark wants to pound you like raw beef?"

 You commend Bruce for his mastery over his ability to flush and his ability to cave to your terrible negotiation strategy.

 "Need I remind you that you compromised my identity because of that stunt?" It is technically phrased as a question. Technically. But there's the underlying threat of I will never shut up about it and Bruce caves to that. 

 "You only get access because you're helping me with this incredibly tedious case."

 You stifle a laugh.

 You plug your laptop in so you could use your earphones and possibly save Bruce some productivity. It becomes a fool's errand when your sniggering becomes harder and harder to control with every graphic description of how each member describes how they would either marry Bruce for the money or fuck (either gently like Arthur or roughly like Hal).  You have to cover your mouth at the unnecessary graphic detail each of them goes into.

 "Do you just enjoy people's misery or do you enjoy mine particularly?" Bruce asks, pouring another cup of coffee for himself, having given up the ghost.

 You take in a long slow breath, shucking your earphones. "I enjoy the misery of the masses but yours is a special flavor," you say, waving for him to give you a cup of coffee. 

 Bruce hands you an empty mug and you're forced to make the journey to the coffee maker behind you. "Bruce, you cannot blame me."

 "I will try," he sighs into his cup.

 You blow a raspberry at him. Well, you're facing the coffee maker but spiritually, it's directed at Bruce. "C'mon, this is comedy gold."

 Bruce leans back against the batcomputer. "I assume the answer to my question of when are you going to drop this is never." 

 Your eyes sparkle. "Broosh, there is so much to unpack."

 "Such as?"

 "Whose delicious offer are you taking up?"

 Bruce chokes. "Who let you read trashy romance novels?"

 "Alfred. Anyway, Diana is definitely a solid candidate given your taste in women," you say, sliding your hands across the air like you just pitched a new ad. 

 "Oh! Oh! Hal seems like a dark horse given your relationship but you also have an authority kink. He probably has it in him."

 "The amount of projection you're doing is impressive."

 "You're gonna pick Clark, aren't you?"

 "You can't hear me, can you?"

 "Clark seems really sweet but I bet he'd bend you like a pretzel and see how well your conditioning has trained those muscles," you say with a broad grin. You tip your head back, staring at the stalagmites. "He'd probably be really sweet with aftercare though ... wow, this is hard."

 Bruce runs his hand over his face. There is a stubble forming on his chin but somehow it feels more pleasant than this conversation. "It feels like you've considered all of my colleagues as an option," he slurps his coffee in punctuation. 

 "Of course, I have."

 Bruce chokes. 

 You turn your body towards him. "I have eyes, Bruce."

 Bruce puts a hand over his eyes and groans. "Why couldn't you stay tiny and adorable and not say things like that?"

 "Did we not already discuss my adoration for your specific flavor of suffering?"

 Bruce just wanted to sort through this widespread money-laundering scheme. How the flying fuck did this happen? 

 You plop back into your seat, wheeling it back towards your stack of folders. "C'mon Bruce, you've gotta be interested in one of them."

 "Has it occurred to you that I have a goal of keeping our relationships strictly professional?" Bruce says,  plopping back into his own seat.

 "Think about it."

 "And if I don't want to?"

 "Indulge me." 

 "I think I've done enough of that."

 "Fine, I'll go. I'd go with Arthur."

 Bruce snaps his head towards you. "How much do I have to pay you to shut up?"

 You cackle. "Hear me out! Think about it. The guy can hold his breath for a while. "

 Bruce plants his face firmly to the keyboard, hands over his head, shielding him from the tortures of your intentionally inaccurate description of Atlantean anatomy.  He thinks that if you put this much thought into a thesis, you'd be able to get a Ph.D. pretty easily. Just ... not a Ph.D. in biology, marine or otherwise. 

 "Please tell me you're not going to go through the entire roster with this much detail," he begs, angling his head to look at you.

 You pause your rambling and Bruce finally knows what they mean by the sweet release of death. 

 "I wasn't..."

 Bruce lets out a breath. 

 "... but now I think I will."

 Bruce questions the use of your time as an intern as you give very detailed lists of possible pros and cons of a friends-with-benefits relationship with various Justice League members. And when Bruce has the audacity to question the fact that you've thought about this, you stretch the list to heroes that were not included in the meeting, and even worse, you threaten to stretch it to his rogue gallery. The funniest and most awful part about this was it was all on a spreadsheet, which he notes is far too organized. 

 "Explain to me where you found the time to do this?" He asks, resting his cheek on his knuckles. As he says this, it occurs to him that he would do this too if he knew this conversation would ever come up. 

 You look up from your computer. "I keep forgetting your only internship was with assassins."

 Bruce rolls his eyes.

 You quirk your brow. You're not wrong. "I do a lot of busy work which I get done quickly, so I kill time by doing shit like this. I could work on case stuff for you if you put it on Excel."

 Bruce blinks, more awake than before. He puts his hand over his mouth seriously considering this. "They'll notice."

 "Sure. Anyway, you're stalling. As I was saying, you really should consider exploring a relationship with the Atom."

 Bruce leans back in his chair and groans. He gives up. Turning to you, Bruce levels you a scowl. "Please just get it over with and tell me who is the worst candidate on this spreadsheet."

 "Do you want to include anti-heroes and/or villains or leave them out?"

 Bruce curses inwardly. 

 You snort. It's been a while since you heard him say a proper swear word after adopting Dick. Your mouth ticks up in amusement. You've broken the bat. 

 Bruce rubs his face. "Ok, say I said include villains without any graphic details, who would be included on the list of the worst?" He asks not taking his head out of his hands.

 He hears the rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. 

 "I've got Lex on the list."

 Ok, he sees that but Lex is definitely not the worst. 

 "Clay-face?"

 "Still arguably fuckable."

 "Next."

 "So, you would do it."

 "Next."

 "Ra's."

 Progressively getting worse. 

 You shrug at the absolutely horrified look on his face. "Some people are into that."

 "By people, you mean not including you."

 "Bruce, I am into older men but not that old. I don't want his dick to turn into dust while I ride it."

Bruce thinks if there is anyway to unhear that.  Before Bruce can raise any big-brotherly objections, you continue. "How about Brainiac?"

 "No."

 "Condiment King?"

 "No."

 "Solomon Grundy."

 "No, that counts as necrophilia."

 "Really? Huh. How about the Joker?"

 Bruce responds with a full-body cringe, so you scroll a little more. 

 "Black Manta?"

 "Same objection as Arthur but more evil."

 You huff, annoyed.  "But the man has two dicks and handlebars for when you ride him."

 Bruce blinks. "That's not how— He's not a shark."

 "King Shark then."

 "No."

 "But—"

 "No."

 "Killer Croc."

 "No."

 "Waylon is a sweet guy!"

 Bruce lets out an exasperated breath. 

 "How about Grodd?"

 Bruce's face tries to peel away from his head. 

 "Ooh! Wait! Wait! Weasel."

 Bruce's face shifts from existential confusion back to that same face peeling attempt but more successful. 

 "Ok, hear me out," you say as you type, "according to this, weasels apparently grab their future mates by the neck and chomp down hard, so Weasel is an Alpha which implies ... that he has a knot."

 Bruce just kind of sits there. "Did I not say no graphic detail?"

 You look up from your screen. "You call that graphic? I could describe in detail how he could mate you."

 "I'm going to throw up."

 "Why is Bruce going to throw up?" Dick asks sleepily. 

 You and Bruce both have a heart attack. Mechanically, you turn to a very sleepy little Dick Grayson, his cheeks still speckled with drool and hair mussed up to stand. 

 "Hey chum," Bruce says a little awkwardly. 

 How much did he hear?

 "Hey Dickie, c'mere."

 Dick looks between you and Bruce's awaiting arms. You both wait in anticipation to see who he chooses.

 You rejoice mutely when he goes towards you. You scoop him up and add to your tally, all while giving Bruce a shit-eating grin. 

 "What were you guys talking about?" Dick asks, snuggling into your sweater. 

 "We're talking about Bruce's dates."

Dick's nose wrinkles in a silent 'quit it'. 

 Bruce grins, knowing full-well you can't say anything graphic in front of Dick. "Is there anyone on the list you would 'date'?" Dick levels Bruce an almost glare that is too sleep rumpled and cute not to make Bruce chuckle. 

 A wry smile that makes Bruce's stomach slosh and twist spreads across your face. You will make him regret challenging you. "For heroes, I would pick Hal. Definitely." Bruce's face does this thing where his jaw tightens and a vein at the corner of his left temple twinges. He doesn't coax you to continue but you do. "As for villains, there's this guy. Hold on." You scroll through your database. "There's this guy named Slade. I've fought him before and he's pretty competent."

 Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose. "This is all hypothetical of course."

 The wry smile on your face does not disappear. "Me and Hal have a lunch date tomorrow." 

 Dick decidedly does not look happy about this and Bruce? Bruce is going to pass out.

[plainbrunettelbl]

ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Word count: 3199

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of blood, and assault.   

Title: ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Summary: Your Alpha walks in on you being tied to a chair and he is not happy. 

Prologue: 

You had been a well-kept secret from the public. No one knew that your famous Pro Hero Alpha was courting an Omega or even in a long-standing relationship. Your Alpha was too paranoid about your safety to let any of the news outlets find out about your existence.  

You supposed it would have been beneficial for the public to know now that you were in this situation. Surely if the villains knew they would come across an Omega, resting in their nest, they wouldn't have tried to rob the Pro Hero’s house. 

You put up quite the fight once you smelled unfamiliar Alphas near your nest. One hard knock to your head had you subdued. You didn’t dwell over your quick loss considering one Alpha was nursing his swollen balls. 

You got in one good kick before the painful hit fell on your head. 

Now here you sat, tied to a chair, while the robbers argued with each other and what they should do now.

Shoto: 

🧊���-“I told you we should have checked the place out before we robbed it! I would have never tried to rob the place if I had known a freaking Omega was here!” The brunette Alpha growled, glaring at his blond friend. 

🧊🔥-“What’s the big deal? So what if the little icy-hot freak has a girlfriend? We will be out of here before he even comes home.” The blond scoffs, shoving expensive silverware and china into his black bag. 

🧊🔥-“You should know how Alpha’s get around their Omegas! He is gonna hunt us down! I don’t want a Pro Hero on my ass.” The brunette seethed, glaring at the goose egg on your head. “Especially since you decided to hit the poor thing! We will be lucky if he doesn’t skin us alive!”

🧊🔥-“The bitch hit me in the balls! Of course, I thumped her one on the head, serves the Omega slut right!” The blonde huffed, sick of hearing his partner complain instead of ransacking the place. 

🧊🔥-“Mmh.” You mumbled, your eyes blinking open to a fuzzy view. 

🧊🔥-“Fucking shit! They’re waking up! I’m not dealing with a weepy Omega.” The brunette cursed, going into Shoto’s office to avoid the whole situation altogether. 

🧊🔥-“Well, if it isn’t Miss nut-cracker.” The blond chuckled darkly, walking over to your tied up frame.

🧊🔥-You didn’t back down and just glared at the dumb fool. 

🧊🔥-“Aren’t too smart, are you? What type of shitty criminal robs a Pro Hero? Dumb ones, that’s what.” You spit, narrowing your blurry eyes at him. 

🧊🔥-No doubt you would need to go to the doctor after this whole ordeal. Not like you would have a choice. You were sure even if they didn’t lay a hand on you that Shoto would have insisted on one. 

🧊🔥-“You dumb little bitch!” The blond lifted his ring covered hand to hit you again. You tried not to flinch as it came down to strike you. 

🧊🔥-The brunette stood in the office doorway, his bag filled with expensive clocks and other expensive desk items. 

🧊🔥-“I got everything in the office. Did you...” The brunette didn’t get to finish his sentence. 

🧊🔥-The front door was busted open. Shoto had smelled two Alphas on the other side of the door and he was not pleased. He was even less pleased when the door slammed open to reveal his battered Omega tied to a chair. 

🧊🔥-His mismatched eyes turned dark. The temperature in the room both dropped and elevated at the same time. His tired body was instantly filled with murderous intent. 

🧊🔥-A loud growl shook the room. 

🧊🔥-How DARE they lay a hand on their Omega! His vision tinted red and his fangs dropped. 

🧊🔥-“This will only take a minute, Y/N. I’ll take out this trash.” He calmly said, his tone was so cold you felt yourself shiver even knowing his silent rage wasn’t directed at you.

🧊🔥-“Yes, Alpha.” You responded, making sure voice quivered a little. You may have been glaring right back at the intruders before he came but you wanted them to suffer so you played the scared Omega role. 

🧊🔥-They lost your sympathy as soon as they pulled you from your nest. 

🧊🔥-The robbers, who were frozen in fear by the intimidating Alpha’s entrance, shuffled into action. 

🧊🔥-The brunette was quick to give his partner up. “He hit her, not me!” He said, before running down the hall, looking for a way to escape. 

🧊🔥-“You fucking asshole!” The blonde shouted, trying to run out of the room as well. 

🧊🔥-He didn’t get far, ice trapped his feet and his lower body soon followed. Shoto made sure to form it in a way that sharp icicles tore at his skin if he so much as moved half an inch. 

🧊🔥-He wanted to shoot an icicle into his leg for good measure but he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood off his floor. He wished to burn the skin off his bone but you had forbidden him from using fire in the house. 

🧊🔥-He had accidentally caught one of your favorite blankets on fire and was banned for life. 

🧊🔥-“We didn’t know she was here! If we had known we wouldn’t have come!” The blond groveled, panicked at the feral look in Shoto’s eyes. 

🧊🔥-“You could have left after you saw my Omega was here, but you stayed and decided to hit her too. You should be lucky I didn’t just kill you on the spot.” He growled, cutting the blond’s cheek just a bit with an ice shard. 

🧊🔥-The blond just whimpered and passed out. Shoto was quick to hunt down the other and give him the same treatment. He had made it out of the house so he was pleased to release his burning anger out on him. 

🧊🔥-Once they were out of the way, Shoto ran to your side and burning away the binds holding you down. 

🧊🔥-“Are you okay, my Dove?” His voice was soft, his cold hand going up to your head and trying to soothe the aching bump. 

🧊🔥-“Yes, I’m just a little dizzy. Everything’s a little fuzzy right now.” You leaned into his gentle touch. 

🧊🔥-“I’ll call someone to deal with those two. Let’s get you to the hospital, my Dove.” He hurriedly lifted you and carried you to his car. He treated you like glass when he sat you down in the passenger seat. 

🧊🔥-You leaned your head against the cold window as he dashed around to the driver’s side. Your head hurt too much to look out the window so you kept your eyes closed. 

🧊🔥-Your Alpha made sure you didn’t accidentally slip asleep. 

🧊🔥-You let out a small whine when a thought crossed your mind. 

🧊🔥-“Alpha my nest is gonna smell like them.” You sniffed, opening your teary eyes to look at him. 

🧊🔥-Shoto’s hands went white on the wheel, his face contorted into a snarl. He couldn’t wait to visit them again at the station. He had friends there that wouldn’t hesitate to turn a blind eye. 

🧊🔥-His anger instantly simmered when his eyes met your glassy ones. 

🧊🔥-“Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’ll buy you more. We can even go shopping at that blanket store you like so much.” He assured, taking one hand off the wheel and clasping it in yours. 

🧊🔥-Your eyes lit up. “Really! It’s kinda expensive though, I don’t need new ones. I am sure we can find some nice second-hand ones.” You squeezed his hand, bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on it. 

🧊🔥-Your exhausted brain choosing to ignore the specks of blood on his hand. 

🧊🔥-“My Dove, what have I said about me spending money on you?” He gently reprimanded, his eyes still soft. 

🧊🔥-“Accept it and say thank you.” You repeated without delay. 

🧊🔥-“Exactly, I won’t hear any more about it.” He ended the discussion, his eyes focusing back on the road while his hand remained in your grasp. 

🧊🔥-If your head wasn’t killing you, you would have been bouncing in your seat. “I can’t wait! They are coming out with some pretty fall blankets soon! Oooh! We have to get some cute Halloween ones too!” 

🧊🔥-“Anything you want.”

Bakugo:

💥-“Why did you have to hit them!? Ground Zero is gonna come after us now!” The brunette cried, desperately holding ice to your head in hopes that the bump on it would go away. 

💥-“Shut up! Get back to robbing the damn place instead of taking care of the freaking Omega.” The blond hissed, throwing a plate at the panicked Alpha. 

💥-You sat back in the chair not knowing how to process the situation. You knew dating a Pro Hero was dangerous but you thought villains would be your main concern, not petty burglars. 

💥-“If you leave now and don’t take anything, I’ll tell him I tripped and fell.” You wouldn’t, but they didn’t know that. 

💥-“See! Let’s just leave. We can go rob some other place.” The brunette pleaded, already trying to untie you. 

💥-The Omega in you wanted to feel bad for the whining Alpha but then you remembered he messed up your nest when he dragged you out of it. You Omega was fuming. 

💥-I just got the nest just right! She huffed, pacing around in your head.  

💥-She didn’t seem threatened by the Alphas in the room. She knew her Alpha was coming home any minute and he would take care of them. 

💥-You, on the other hand, was slightly panicking now that the situation sunk in. Katsuki was gonna rip them to shreds. You Omega was already smugly licking her paws at the image, while you shuddered at the thought. 

💥-“You should go. I don’t want to be mopping up your blood all night.” You urged, looking anxiously at the door. 

💥-“See! We need to go!” The brunette cried, trying to tug his friend towards the door. 

💥-“Shut up! We can leave once we get everything valuable.” The blonde growled, shoving off his partner. 

💥-The jiggle of keys at the door made everyone in the room stop and hold their breath. The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. You looked at the chair you were tied to, the robbers, and back at the door. 

💥-There was no way to play off the situational. I don’t want to be mopping up blood. You whined, praying your Alpha wasn’t going to go too berserk.  

💥-“Hey, Spit-fire! I got us, your favorite curry you were wanting. I made sure to get it extra spicy.” He walked in carrying a bag of takeout. 

💥-He paused in the doorway once he got a whiff of unfamiliar Alphas in the house. His ruby eyes viewed the scene before him. He growled at the sight of the two Alphas. 

💥-From your point of view, his eyes didn’t look red anymore with how big his pupils dilated at the presence of Alphas near his Omega. His hand instantly dropped the food to the floor. 

💥-The sound of the bag hitting the floor heightened the tension. 

💥-His fangs instantly dropped when his nose picked up a faint coppery smell, his eyes zeroed in on the small trail of blood on your head. The growl that ripped through his chest shook the room. 

💥-“Alpha, please, no blood in the house.” You pleaded, shifting against the ties holding you in place. 

💥-“No promises, Omega.” His voice was so dark that you didn’t even recognize it. 

💥-“The brunette didn’t hit me. He even tried to ice it. Go easy on him.” You said, knowing his control was waning. 

💥-The veins on his neck looked ready to pop, his arms straining to hold themselves still and not plummet the Alphas standing before him. He eyed the patio door that was pushed open, most likely where they entered in from. 

💥-That would solve the blood problem. 

💥-He grinned viciously, “How about we take this outside?”

💥-He rushed the two Alphas, grabbing them by the backs of their necks and throwing them out of the house and over the balcony. He laughed darkly as he followed them, jumping from the balcony. 

💥-You wiggled free from your restraints and made your way to the front door, you picked up the takeout bag and brought it to the kitchen. 

💥-“Suki will be hungry after beating those two up.” You hummed, making him a plate and then making yourself one. 

***

💥-“Is the water too hot?” His voice was raspy from all the yelling he did earlier. 

💥-You sat with your back leaning against his chest in the bathtub. The warm water and the heat of your Alpha calmed your stressed body. Being tied to a chair was as comfortable as it looked. 

💥-“It’s fine, Alpha.” You hummed, delicately washing his bruised and bloody hands. 

💥-“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here sooner Omega.” You smelled a hint of sadness in his scent. 

💥-“Don’t worry, Alpha. I knew you were coming. I wasn’t scared one bit.” You reassured, bringing his hand up and planting delicate kisses on it. 

💥-“My strong Omega,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your hair. He flinched when he picked up the faint smell of another Alpha. He snapped up the bottle of shampoo and poured half the bottle on your head. 

💥-“Got to get this disgusting scent off you, Omega.” He growled, gently scrubbing your scalp. 

💥-“Alpha! That shampoo is fifty bucks!” You gasped, picking up the half-empty bottle. 

💥-“I’ll buy you another one.” He assured, rinsing of the soapy suds and giving your head another sniff. 

💥-“Much better.” He hummed, pulling you tighter against his chest. 

Hawks: 

🍗-“You shouldn’t be here.” You whimpered, trying to curl in on yourself, the ties preventing you from doing so. 

🍗-“Why the fuck did you have to hit them? You know I can’t handle weeping Omegas, my Alpha hates it.” The brunette growled, trying to awkwardly pat your arm. 

🍗-You winced away from his touch, another Alphas touch was too repulsive. You felt your skin crawl as his fingers grazed your arm. The thump on your head making you more nauseous than you already were. 

🍗-“So what if your Alpha is a pussy. Unlike you mine enjoys their cries.” The blond smiled at the tears dripping down your face. “The bitch deserved it anyways.”  

🍗-“Whatever.” The brunette scoffed, rolling his eyes and going back to robbing the place. 

🍗-“You guy’s really shouldn’t be here...” You tried to warm them but you were too late. The door creaked open, your heart warming and racing at the sound. You knew it would be a bloodbath once Kei realized what was going on. 

🍗-“Baby bird! I hope you are already in comfortable clothes, I’m ready to cuddle in our nest.” His soothing voice causing you to relax in the chair. 

🍗-“Alpha.” You cried, your head still throbbing. 

🍗-The silence was enough to tell you he spotted the two Alphas in the room. 

🍗-“Omega.” He growled, his eyes bleeding red, the sight of blood trailing down your head sent him into a frenzy. 

🍗-His wings puffed out, the room suddenly flooded with crimson feathers. You felt two feathers sailing your way and cutting the bonds holding you. You swiped them up in your grip and clutched them to your chest. 

🍗-The soft texture of them calming you down some. 

🍗-A feral roar sounded throughout the room. You ignored the harsh thumps coming from behind you, the sound of one of the robber’s heads getting bashed into your kitchen counter made you wince. 

🍗-You wanted to get up and get away from everything but your body was in shock and it wouldn’t let you do anything but clutch the crimson feathers to your chest. Your other hand was rested on your stomach. 

🍗-You tried to warn them. Nothing was more dangerous than someone harming a pregnant Alphas mate. You were still pretty early along so they might not have been able to smell it in your scent. 

🍗-You Alpha was sure able to, the instant he got a small whiff of it he was chirping happily against your stomach. You had a hard time getting out of his ruby wings that day. 

🍗-“You DARE harm my mate and chick!” You felt the pure rage behind his words. 

🍗-The blond was already passed out on the floor, his front teeth knocked out. The brunette was about to pass out with him, your Alpha choking him with his shirt. He made sure to use his feather to cut up his arms and face. 

🍗-His wings behind him puffing up and flapping angrily.

🍗-“Didn’t know...” The brunette slurred, his head bashed in as much as his friend’s head. 

🍗-If they wanted to hit his Omega on the head then he was all too pleased to return the favor. The brunette finally succumbed to his injures and blood loss, he went slack in Kei’s hands. 

🍗-Kei dropped him to the grown without care. 

🍗-“Pathetic.” He hissed.  

🍗-His head snapped up in your direction once he heard your tiny sniffles. He was at your side in an instant. 

🍗-“Oh, baby bird.” He cooed, lifting you from the chair and wrapping his arms and wings around you. 

🍗-“Alpha, I told them to leave.” You whined, snuggling into his chest. 

🍗-“I know, baby bird.” He soothed, breathing in your scent, checking on the baby chick in your belly. They seemed well. He was still gonna fly you to the hospital. He made his way to the balcony outside and spread his wings, without a second thought he jumped. 

***

🍗-“Don’t worry, Omega. I already ordered some new blankets. They should be here by tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind the guest bedroom for now.” He hummed, he was curled around your balled up form. 

🍗-You didn’t even build the nest surrounding you, Kei delicately dropped you down on the bed and instantly began building the nest. He would angrily chirp if you so much as lifted a finger.   

🍗-Everything was fine with you and the pup, or chick as Kei liked to call them. As soon as you arrived home Kei refused to leave your side or let you out of his sight. 

🍗-You were not to roll over on your side without his permission. 

🍗-“Thank you, Alpha.” You thanked, nuzzling your head into one of his soft wings. 

🍗-“I also called a security company, they will be here to set up a new system tomorrow.” He informed, nuzzling into your hair. 

🍗-One of his hands was tangled in your hair and the other was snugly cupping your stomach. 

🍗-“No more Alphas in the house.” You sniffled, shaking your head. 

🍗-“Of course, baby bird. I told them, beta’s only.” He reassured, kissing your head. 

🍗-“I love you, Alpha.” You whispered, almost lulled to sleep. 

🍗-“I love you, too baby bird.”  

First HC I have done in a while, also the first time writing for Hawks! What did you think of him? I hope you enjoyed it! Please be sure to leave a comment and like! I really enjoy hearing your reactions. 💕

[angelguk]

OMg angst thoughts for jock couple...one of them (probably oc) most likely got stood up for a date bc jk has trainings so oc goes on a spiral thinking abt what if theyre just in this relationship cos its comfortable for them and like theyve known each other the longest and maybe theyre dating bc of some twisted ver of stockholm syndrome n oc gets all 😔😔💔😡 and starts ignoring jk for some time

i have been mulling over this for awhile (i think you also sent a follow-up angst ending but lets set the scene first shall we)

pairing: jock!jk and oc 

warnings: angst, poor communication, oc being insecure and jk being clueless (and kind of an asshole)

soundtrack: antidote by gas dapperton 

(titled — bite the hand that feeds the heart)

You’ve tapped your phone on roughly ten times now, narrowed eyes staring at the time with each lighting of your screen. Every minute that ticks by sinks deep into your heart, clawing something open there, ribs struggling to keep your feelings contained. But you can feel them swelling at the brim of your gaze, eyes blinking harsh under the subdued tawny glow of streetlights. You kick you shoes against the ground to speed up time, pressing your back into the hard brick wall behind you, searching for some sense of support. Even with your mindless excursions, the time still drags on, shifting from ten to fifteen to thirty idle minutes waiting for your lover. 

He turns the corner the second you decide to give up and go home.

“Hey!” Jeongguk’s hair dances in the night wind, delicate curls lifting gracefully. “Sorry–sorry! Coach kept us late for a team meeting and then Yoonoh wanted to borrow my notes and then I found out I had an essay due which I had no ide–”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off with an iciness, kicking yourself off the wall, your dark sweater coddling your frame. Autumn was seeping in, once vibrant green trees falling into hues amber and gold. This was your favourite season, the slow quiet onset of winter warming your heart. But that feeling is absent now, your face sent in a scowl as you trudge towards the nearest convenience store, eyes focused on the bright white luminescence of it not bothering to check if Jeongguk is following you.

You can’t see it but he’s staring at the back of your head strangely, lips twisting down with concern. 

When he grabs your arm, easily linking it with his, you nearly shrug him off. 

“Hey,” Jeongguk tries, tone ginger. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to be late, but today was he–”

“You could have texted.”

“I–I I know, I just for–”

“It’s fine, Jeongguk,” you snap, finally giving into the urge to shove him away. “It’s fine. You just keep doing this and I hate it.”

You steady walk forward is interrupted by him yanking you back, twisting you around to face him.

“Doing what? Is it my fault that I’m busy all the time?”

“No,” you spit. “I understand that. But you keep thinking I’m just gonna be around waiting for you forever, Jeongguk and that’s not fair!”

The sigh that drifts from his lips irks you. Like you’re the inconvenience to him when all you’ve done is rearrange your world to fit him at the centre. 

“God what is your issue? I’m late a couple times and suddenly I’m the villain?” His eyes are hard, jaw set like this has been stuck in his throat for a while and the words are ecstatic to be let out. 

“Literally fuck off,” it’s there already, the edge you’ve been slipping on since this all started. At first it was a quiet worry, mulling at the back of your head, but lately, ever since Chayoung opened her big fat mouth it’s grown louder. Insistent to be heard, demanding to break this gentle thing in your hands. “You’re being a dickhead right now.” 

“Me?” Jeongguk huffs. “You’re the one complaining about something useless.”

“Useless? My time is useless to you?” 

You see it flash in the honey of his eyes, quick enough that you might have missed it had you blinked. “What the hell is this about?” Jeongguk whispers. He’s reaching out for you, hands looking for an anchor. “Why are you so cryptic all the time? Why can’t you just tell me what the problem is?”

Maybe he’s right, because you’re not being honest here. But admitting it to him means admitting it to yourself and you’re too afraid to do that. Too afraid to lose the most precious thing to you, to your heart. 

“Cryptic? If you even fucking listened to me for one sec–”

“I do!” Jeongguk returns, eyes narrow. “You just say things and never mean them.”

That gets you, heart stopping dead in your chest. You suddenly wish you could take it all back; the kiss on the rooftop of his apartment, the nights you spent in his bed learning the taste of him, the murmurs of love you’d left on his skin. Because did they mean anything? Did you even truly love him?

That question burns in your head, splits your heart right open, bleeding through the cracks of your ribs. 

“You should go home,” you finally murmur. Jeongguk blanches, doe eyes wide. 

“What–what? Y/N what the hell are you talking about?”

“Go home,” you repeat, twisting your head away. You can’t look at him cause if you do you’ll cry and you don’t want Jeongguk to see you like that. He grabs your shoulder, you rip his hand away. “Go home, Jeongguk! I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

For second there’s a moment of silence, you take it and start walking forward, up the to convenience store.  A whisper in your head tells you he’ll follow, force you to talk to him, share the secrets mauling your heart. But then you hear the scrap of his sneakers against the pavement, fading away instead of drawing close. You walk until you’re at the top of the hill, frame illuminated by the stores bright lights. You look back then, hoping he’s still there. Your gaze finds an empty road instead, copper leaves skipping through the breeze. He’s gone, left you alone to drown in this, like the louder voice in your head knew he would.

[tainted-wine]

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 that’s 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 I’m 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 “programs”, as these sick bastards insist on calling them. 

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 parent’s body. Weaker nomu, usually the ones incapable of rapid regeneration, have been killed from such incidents. “What a waste,” 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 ‘other creatures’. Yeah, they say it as if ninety percent of those creatures weren’t 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.

“This entire precinct is yours,” they said. “Your very own farm of all-powerful beasts!”

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 weren’t 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 Nomu’s abilities. Just another addition to the long list of Why Being Quirkless Fucking Sucks.

The weaker and simpler nomu aren’t an issue. A sort of imprinting drives them to obey your every command. Hell, jerking them off isn’t even needed — 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 “job” 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 can’t 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 “inside” and “give pussy” 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 don’t believe it’s worth risking your life just to please their monster dicks.

That was all before they introduced you to a new ‘pet’. 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. 

Most of the creature’s 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 villains’ 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 didn’t know you yet. “Hawks is dead,” the doctor said calmly. “Say hello to our latest work: Raptor.”

You think you’d rather stick with ‘Hawks’. The doctor doesn’t wait for a response before continuing. “We expect samples from this one daily.”

The shocking demand has you speaking before you can stop yourself. “Why?”

The man’s 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 ‘No Questions’. They’ll 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. “Analysis, fertilization, storage for future plans…many matters that don’t concern you. Expect me every morning to take it in for testing. Until then, get it settled and collect the first sample.”

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 you’ve 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. “Hawks?”

He continued to watch the blinking bulbs with great interest.

“Um…Raptor?”

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. “Right, I guess that really is your name now. Well, come with me.”

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---x 

Raptor’s exposed frontal lobe throbs.

He doesn’t remember anything before his awakening in that cold and wet chamber. Was there anything before? Had he just been born?

Perhaps…but it just didn’t feel right.

x---x---x---x---x

  Like all the other nomu, Hawks’s 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 didn’t want to interrupt him, you had a job to do. “Raptor…”

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. “Just relax and stay still. It’s time for me to collect some sperm, if you even know what that means.” 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 was…cute. You approached him before setting the container back down and reaching for the pathetic rags they called shorts. It’s beyond ridiculous how these sadistic doctors are willing to completely violate and alter a person’s 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 — 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. You’ve seen stranger dicks, but it still catches you by surprise. Was Hawks’s 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.

“Calm down.” His reaction startled you, but your voice remained steady. He wasn’t showing any signs of aggression, his widened eyes and timid posture gave the impression that he was just caught off-guard. “Calm,” 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. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

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.

“Can’t talk yet, huh? Don’t worry, it usually takes a few days for you guys.” 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 hasn’t 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 wildly—you 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. “No need to hold back. Go ahead and cum.”

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 didn’t 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 didn’t even know you were holding as you sealed the jar and stood up. “Good, now rest,” 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 wasn’t 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 hasn’t been said to you during your entire time in this hellish hospital.

‘Sorry.’

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. “It’s alright…I guess. Not the first time one of you has handled me roughly. First time one of you showed any regret, though…it’s honestly really freaking me out.” You giggle uncomfortably and decide that you need to hurry up and treat yourself before the scratches get infected. “Rest,” 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.

You’ll have to think about Hawks’s odd behavior later. You still had other nomu to tend to.

 x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #1: Fierce Wings

Notes: As the host’s original quirk, we don’t 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 everywhere—some static, some moving in fixed patterns. The humans in coats were a safe distance away and watching him closely.

“Raptor, strike the targets with your feathers.”

He didn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Again, but this time use only the feathers from your tail.”

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 doesn’t understand why taking so many commands was such a painful struggle.

He didn’t 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?

“Its mind tends to wander, doesn’t it?”

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. “Yes, not very hostile, either. Not only is he capable of higher levels of thinking, he is the first High End that doesn’t host the body of some brutish villain. A more complex mind often comes with very human...quirks.”

Raptor blinks. They really enjoyed saying that particular word.

x---x---x---x---x

When you stepped into Hawks’s 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. “Are you alright?”

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 wasn’t 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.

“Raptor, are you…bored?”

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 wasn’t unwelcomed, however. “You know, when the other High Ends don’t have anything to do, they kinda just…I don’t know, it’s like they put their brains on a power-saver mode. You can’t do that?”

His brain responds with several strong pulses. Gross, you’re 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 couldn’t help but laugh humorlessly at this entire situation. “Incredible. You’d think that these smartasses would know that making a creature of extraordinary intelligence—I bet that’s what they said—would mean that your big gross brain needs regular stimulation. Geniuses, my ass.”

Hawks gave a beastly snort. Seems like he agrees with you. You don’t 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 won’t maul you out of boredom, you finally approach and kneel in front of him. “Sorry, there’s not much I can do about that,” you said with genuine sympathy. “Not like I have any entertainment of my own. My room sucks too. But—“ You held up your fresh new jar. “Maybe we can kill some time together again? God, that makes me sound like a sex worker for you guys.”

You don’t 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. “They were just shitty rags, anyway,” you said.

He was already growing right in front of you. Your hand wraps around him for a second time, thankful that it doesn’t 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.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but gasp. “You’re not even built as big as the other nomu, but those are still impressive. I guess you’ve got plenty of samples to give, huh? Good, ‘cause I’ve gotta do this every damn day.”

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 “No” or “Stop” whenever their excitement evolved into aggression. Every minute was tense, and despite your occasional wish for release from this shitty life, you didn’t want a violent end at the hands of these sex-hungry monstrosities.

His reactions weren’t 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 weren’t unpleasant, slowly changing into higher mewls as he got closer. “Come on, just do what you did last time.”

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 couldn’t 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 weren’t 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 wouldn’t 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.

“Sharpen one of your feathers and give it to me,” 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. When’s the last time you’ve 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. You’ve never been this close to a nomu for any reason that wasn’t jerking them off. He remained calm, watching your hand closely until you finished drawing a small grid.

“You know how to play tic tac toe?”

He blinked.

“…Okay, it’s pretty simple. You fill a space with either an ‘O’ or an ‘X’…”

Somehow, teaching a killer monster how to play a common children’s game was weirder than making him jizz. He caught on quickly, favoring X’s. 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 X’s that you didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Oops, it looks like a bunch of kids got in here,” you said while looking at the collage of shapes and lines. Hopefully the doctors won’t find this too strange; he was pretty intelligent, after all. “Well, it’s about time I take my leave. You keep practicing your doodling skills, I guess.” With the jar of white fluid back in your arms, you headed on out, but a large hand grabs onto your arm.

Hawks’s yellow eyes were wider than usual, a scraping, guttural noise leaving his throat as he toyed with his voice.

“Sss…..aaayy…” 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.

“St…aay.”

You couldn’t help the sad smile that graced your face. He was looking at you like a puppy. “Sorry, but I don’t know what they’d do if they notice me staying here for too long,” you explained.

He winced from the strain of his vocal chords. “Come…back?”

You shook your head. “There are cameras in the halls. I shouldn’t be going in and out of your room.” You tensed under his grip, afraid that refusing him like this will anger him. He has been very docile so far, but you don’t know what it takes to set him off.

Thankfully, he lets go of you and backs away with another one of those whines. For God’s sake, were you really feeling bad about leaving one of these...things?

To be fair, in the two days you’ve known him, Hawks was already much different from the others. Hell, he hasn’t 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, Hawks’s behavior wasn’t fitting for his job at all. You just played tic tac fucking toe with him like two kids on a sidewalk.

That’s probably why you found yourself trying to reassure him. “We can play some more tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

An odd clicking noise was made—he sure had a variety of sounds reminiscent of birds—and 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 for…you’ve lost track of how long. You’ll take whatever you can get to make things more bearable around here.

And if that ‘whatever’ 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 Raptor’s 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.

“Climb up here.”

“Slash this with your talons.”

“Crush this with your hands. Try again with your feet.”

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 wouldn’t 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 hands…he wishes you’d make him feel that good all day. Yes, his room was small and boring, but it did have you.

“Raptor, to the opposite end of the room,” 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.

“This is one of Cloner’s spawn, yes?” A female Coat spoke with her mouth close to the mic. He supposes that they don’t care if he hears them.

“Yes. His offspring always turn out even more unstable than him. This one can’t even produce a single proper clone, and no additional quirks were inherited. It’s useless.”

“Well, at least it’ll help us in its final moments.” The man leaned into his mic. “Raptor, kill the nomu. Do not use your wings.”

The woman followed up with her own order. “Nomu, kill Raptor.”

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 creature’s 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 nomu’s 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 nomu’s 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 Raptor’s 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.

“Hm, you weren’t exaggerating about the meltdowns,” he heard one of the Coats say, her voice as dull as ever.

“What an embarrassment. Damn thing can’t even carry out a simple fight.”

Raptor looked behind the glass of spectators and saw faces of disappointment.

“A complete waste.”

“Cloner’s children are all wasted potential.”

“What a sad display.”

“Pathetic.”

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. 

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. Raptor’s gut twists with pity.

A sad display, indeed.

“Raptor! Did you forget your orders? Kill him!” 

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. 

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.

“Well, that was all rather underwhelming.”

“Yep, that didn’t exactly challenge Raptor at all.”

“I’m concerned about his lack of aggression. Did you all see him hesitate?”

“Most likely just confusion and caution after witnessing such a sudden breakdown.”

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?

“He’s a very smart one. Did you see the markings in his room? He and his harvester have been...bonding.” That voice...Raptor recognized it as the Coat that showed up every morning to retrieve him from his room to enter these test rooms. “I can’t decide if I like the idea of a friendly nomu.”

The woman dismissed his worries. “As long as he knows to kill when he’s told, his behavior shouldn’t matter. But it might benefit us to test his relationship with his owner after we’ve finished observing his quirks.”

His throat vibrates as a low growl passes through.

Raptor doesn’t like it here.

x---x---x---x---x

Maybe it’s just because Friday (you’re pretty sure it’s 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 you’ve been stroking. Or maybe it’s just one of those days when you remember just how shitty this life was. Whatever it was, you weren’t in one of your best moods today. 

That’s why you felt just the smallest hint of excitement when you reached Hawks’s door. Yes, it’s weird, but he was the closest thing you had to a companion around here, alright? 

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.

“Aah!” 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. “I didn’t know you could climb like that.”

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. “Ooh, little sticky hairs, huh?”

He gave a click of what you assumed to be approval, tail swinging behind him.

“So I guess you’re not just born knowing everything your body can do. Sounds troublesome.” There’s something you wanted to do, something you wouldn’t ever consider doing with the other nomu even in your dreams. “May I, uh, touch them?” You held up your own hands innocently.

Hawks cocked his head, a gesture that you’re 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. 

It’s the first time you’ve 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 you’d 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 eyes—they contained too much intelligence and emotion in them.

Too human. It was as uncanny as it was fascinating. 

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 can’t help but reward the reaction with scratches against his jaw and chin.

“You know, you’ve been doing a shitty job of acting like the ultimate killer,” you said when he purrs happily. 

The purr morphs into a disgruntled whine. “Don’t...like.”

Your hand pauses, hoping for him to elaborate as well as he could. “Don’t like…?” You encouraged him.

He was still struggling to work his vocal chords, but at least he seemed to be showing less pain. “Don’t like...k-killiiing.”

What?

“Raptor, that’s...you know...the very thing you were made for, and you don’t like doing it?” Not that you’re complaining about his gentle nature, but hearing a damn nomu say that he dislikes killing might be the most ludicrous thing you’ve heard here, even more so than the first time you were told to make an abomination cum.

His entire body stiffens, and you couldn’t help but tense up as well. “Maaade-” He makes a harsh hacking sound. “-to kill?”

Shit. You panic and attempt to backpedal. “Not to actually kill. You’re supposed to be, you know, the strongest creature that’s capable of killing whenever he wants...if you, uh, wanted to.” Yeah, that sounds good enough.

It appears to do the trick, his body relaxing again. “Don’t like,” he repeated more smoothly this time.

“I know, I know. Killing sucks. Just don’t tell the assholes in labcoats that, alright? Now calm down.” 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 he’s 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. “Another pair, huh? At least these look a little less ragged.”

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. “Just do me a favor and try to cum quickly, alright?” 

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 couldn’t help but smile even through the strain of your muscles. “What, you wanna make this last? Do you know how many dicks I’ve had to tend to today? Cut me some slack, we’re gonna be doing this everyday, anyway.”

Hawks purrs before that monstrous voice shakes your body, his hot breath warming the side of your face and neck. “Feel gooood.”

The primal lust dripping from him triggers a pulse of warmth inside you. You...can’t remember the last time you’ve felt that, and it’s just a tad strange that a nomu caused it. Were you really that starved for attention? “I-” You cleared your throat after an awkward voice crack. “I know, handjobs tend to feel good. But please be a good boy and help me out here.”

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. 

“Sss-sorrry.” Regret can be heard clearly in his droning voice.

“No, it’s...it’s okay,” 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. “You can...um...do that again, if you want.”

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 out—all of this should be grossing you out, so you don’t 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. 

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, it’s 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 don’t tell him to stop.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

The licking moves to your cheek, lapping at it shortly before moving to your pursed lips.

‘This is fucked up beyond words.’

You flinch when the clammy tongue brushes over your lips, at first smoothing over them lightly, possibly testing to see how you’d react. His face is so close, your noses almost touching. To allow a nomu this close to you, touching you like this…

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 of…

‘Don’t do that.’

Hawks pauses when you open up for him, but gives a gleeful chirp and snakes his way into your inviting mouth.

‘I’m really letting him do this.’

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.

‘You’re sick.’

But you’ve been sick ever since you got here, haven’t 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 ‘tests’. 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 doesn’t 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.

“Rest. I need to go.” 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 you’ve 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 wasn’t 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. It’s 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 won’t go away.

Your sobs transform into humorless laughs. You’re going to have to get rid of the throbbing yourself, aren’t you? They won’t 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 Hawks’s room. It’s true, you’ve been doing nothing but sick shit since you’ve 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 nomu’s tongue.

x---x---x---x---x

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 host’s 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 heart’s 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 doesn’t believe it’s their intention to test every ounce of his willpower, but that sure as hell is what they’re doing right now as he tries, really tries not to use his feathers out of desperation.

“Excellent. The cuts begin healing the moment they’re made,” one of them observes. “Try deeper incisions. Maybe I should try removing one of its eyes.”

Raptor’s heartbeat was booming in his ears after hearing those words.

A younger Mask has been flinching from every one of the nomu’s movements. “Shouldn’t we sedate it or something? What if it lashes out?”

“Stop panicking. A nomu won’t hurt anyone without orders, though his responses to pain are stronger than I expected. We may have to fix that.”

Raptor wouldn’t mind that at all. He hisses and howls as he’s 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. 

He thinks of your touch. He thinks of your taste. Were you repulsed by what he did that morning? 

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.

“Perfect! Look at that, they’re already growing back in.” 

They were. He could feel the fresh plumes pushing through his skin. The regeneration did well in preventing any real damage, but it didn’t 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 room’s floor. He remembers when you mentioned other nomu being capable of shutting down whenever they wanted. What he wouldn’t give to just turn off like a light switch right now.

“Alright, it’s time to move on to his heat resistance. Get the torch.”

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 doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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 Masks’ frantic voices over the ear-splitting screech, a screech that he realizes is coming from his own strained throat.

“–ptor, I SAID STOP!”

“–y arm! Fuck, my arm is bleeding bad–”

“–old you he’d attack! Why is he reacting so–”

“–atives! Into his neck! Hurry!”

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.

“Aaaugh, my arm...” In the corners of his vision, Raptor saw one of the Masks hunched over and clutching a blood-soaked arm. He didn’t mean to hurt any of them.

“Shut up and go patch yourself up.” An older man motioned the rest to come closer to the calmed nomu, which they cautiously obeyed. “Do you all see it? His feathers aren’t damaged at all. Perfect.”

“But why didn’t he stop resisting after you ordered him several times? And why was his reaction to pain so strong?”

The elder grimaced behind his mask and shook his head. “Its pain tolerance is laughable. There’s no use in a nomu having such sensitivity. We’ll need to perform an operation that will dull his nerves.” 

They scrambled around the table, gathering new tools and focusing the creaky hanging light on Raptor’s face. He was too doped up to even react to the harsh brightness.

“And if he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.”

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 wasn’t 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. 

He wanted it all to hurt less, but he still wanted to feel. 

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.

“That should do it. Going by your weaker reactions, the operation was a success and you now feel less sensation. Good.”

‘No. Not good.’ It’s what he was tempted to say, but Raptor didn’t want to utter a single word to anyone besides you, and the cruel man’s 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 Hawks’s 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.

“Raptor.” Firmly addressing him is usually all it takes to gain his full attention, just like any other nomu, High End or not.

Hawks doesn’t respond at all.

That’s new...and very unnerving.

You called him again. The mass of feathers didn’t budge. You swallowed a lump in your throat. He had clearly just thrown a violent tantrum, and you don’t know if he has fully calmed down yet. Approaching him is too risky, but the damn nomu won’t even acknowledge you. So you’ll have to get through him in a more natural way. 

“Raptor, is everything alright? Do you, um, need some space? I can come back a little later...maybe another thirty minutes or so.” 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 didn’t help matters.

“Don’t...go.”

His vulnerable state quelled your fears, but you still took caution. “Can I come closer?”

He looks down at the floor for a moment, seemingly pondering the question, before straightening his posture and nodding. 

You follow the routine you’ve been getting used to with him, setting aside the jar and taking some time to talk. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

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 didn’t 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. “Can’t feel.” He weeps with cracks in his unnatural voice. At least he’s dragging out his words less and sounds less like a moaning zombie.

“You can’t feel?” 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. 

His voice becomes only more broken. “Can’t feel it! Can’t feel you!”

You find yourself shushing him, holding your free hand up like you’re trying to calm a panicking animal. You cup the side of his face, but that seems to upset him even more. “You can’t feel my hand?”

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.

“Raptor, you’re a shitty nomu,” you told him with a small smile. “Not that I mind.”

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 shouldn’t 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. “It’s alright, it’s alright,” you soothed him. “I just want to see if you can feel any of this.”

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? 

Your lips pause when you remember the distraught sounds he made that morning as he watched you rush out of the room. That’s right.

“Hey,” you murmur against him. “Sorry for taking off like that last time. Just...don’t worry about it, okay.” 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. “We’re not exactly supposed to be doing this, but I want you t-mmf!”

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. He’s 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 being…

You can feel yourself heating up again already.

“Mmm, Raptor...wait,” 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 – this monster that was holding you closely and taking care not to harm you. If any other nomu had you like this, they undoubtedly wouldn’t have stopped.

“So, did you feel any of that?” Your hand travels down to his groin and rubs at the bulge that still had a lot of growing to do. “Do you feel that?”

To your dismay, he shakes his head. “No,” he groans as his wings droop closer to the floor. 

It has you stumped. How are you supposed to please him when his whole body is numb?

“But…” He licks his lips slowly. “Can still taste. Tastes so good.”

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.

Hawks’s 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 haven’t 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.

“I-if you want to…taste more of me, go ahead.” You didn’t 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.

“Calm.”

It’s 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.

“Ah, Raptor,” you moan when the tip of the tongue flicks at your nipple, sending the tiniest of jolts through you. “Damn, where did you learn to do that?” 

He answers with nothing more than a groan as he continues to show off his tongue’s 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 massage…if 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. 

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.

“What is it?” 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 you’ve 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.

“Good.”

He doesn’t wait for your response – his face is already being shoved into you, and you’re 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 – God you’re such a whore – and cover your mouth in the hope that no passerbys hear your moans in the room. 

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 “fuck!” 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 wouldn’t have been enough to suppress your scream when he sucked hard on your sensitive bud.

You couldn’t 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.

“Hah...shit...I’m sor–AH! Fuck-oh my god....” He’s 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 cum…

“Hwrrrrrrr…”

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. 

It felt like the staredown went on forever, but Hawks was eventually convinced that you weren’t 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 weren’t secreting your precious juices fast enough; your body simply couldn’t 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 didn’t 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. There’s no time to adjust to the completely foreign sensation. It squirms inside of you like a living creature, massaging your pussy in ways you didn’t 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 he’s 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 can’t 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. You’re 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. It’s been so long since you’ve been fully stretched, but it all quickly melds into pleasure you have long since forgotten – no – you hadn’t even known. Your interest in sex has greatly diminished during your stay here. Hell, you were certain that your libido was officially dead. But Hawks….

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.  “Gah-hnngh, fuck, Hawks, you want more, don’t you? Ah, I’m about to give you more. Keep going Hawks don’t fucking stop.” 

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 monster’s 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.

“Hawks.”

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.

“You say Hawks. What...is Hawks?”

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 wouldn’t find anything odd about your eyes darting about, looking everywhere except at him. You settled on a simple and dismissive answer. “Oh...don’t worry about it. I was just babbling while you had me on cloud nine,” 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. “Hawks...don’t know...I know…” 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 you’ve seen one with any sort of recollection of their past life, even if it’s something as minor as feeling a connection to their name. You have a feeling that’s not supposed to happen.

You shouldn’t 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 he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

“Raptor,” your shaky legs move slowly, shifting until you’re resting on your knees, face to face with the nomu that still looks interested in your naked body even as his head throbs. “It’s not important. Stop thinking about it.”

The look he gives you is one of hurt and dammit, this is exactly his problem. “But...Hawks. Want to know what-”

“I said stop thinking!”  Your volume shocks both of you, but Hawks actually recoils from the unexpected shout. You don’t care, all it does is confuse you more, anger you more. “Why the hell aren’t you listening to me anymore? That’s what you’re supposed to do! Do whatever we tell you! What, did you break?” A full-body chill reminds you of the state you’re in. You were seriously having an outburst while still completely naked with Hawks’s 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. He’d be doing both of you a favor, really.

But it shouldn’t be a surprise when you see that he hasn’t budged from his spot, making no move to retaliate. “I like you, Raptor,” you admitted. “Somehow, you managed to be the only welcomed company in this fucked up hospital slash prison, but you shouldn’t be. What we just did...that shouldn’t have happened. Fuck, I – I should’ve been terrified, and I kinda was, but, I shouldn’t have felt that good!” Your doubts, your conscience, they both return with a vengeance. But this time it’s not you they’re worried about. 

“If this is how you act around everyone else, you’re not going to last here.” You hold his face in your hands, a tender gesture that shouldn’t be possible with the likes of him. “These assholes are gonna get rid of you if you don’t do what they want, and they’re going to ask for horrible things. I know you don’t like killing, but if you keep up all of...this, you’re going to lose more than your sense of touch.”

He doesn’t make a sound, only staring at you before gritting his teeth and nodding in your gentle grasp. His compliance both relieves and hurts you.

“I’m sorry, but no more questions. Please? The less you know, the better.”

“No more…questions.” Dammit, you hate how clear the sorrow is in his eerie voice, like the mournful moans of a lost soul. “No more.”

You give him a smile of thanks, it’s the least you could give him. You try to bring the atmosphere back to its usual awkward yet friendly vibe. “Now, let me see if your, um, tasting did you any good.” 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.

“Welp, it obviously worked. Now how am I gonna scrape this shit off?”

x---x---x---x---x

Hawks.

Flames.

Decay.

Death. Everywhere.

But, somehow, he knew it wasn’t his doing. 

Maybe he did kill a few...he wasn’t sure. It’s all so blurry and nauseating. 

Was he killing people? Was he…trying to save them? A monster like him, saving people?

“No more questions.”

Your voice echoes, bouncing across the shattered fragments of his mind. Raptor tries to obey. He doesn’t know what this Hawks is, or why it keeps plaguing him.

Whatever Hawks was, it’s 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 ‘camouflage’ mainly due to how it changes skin pigmentation, it does much more than match the colors of the environment. It hides the user’s 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 doesn’t discover these ‘quirks’ 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 Coats’ control, he was capable of doing whatever they asked, even when he himself didn’t understand what they were asking for.

So it was worrying when he felt nothing. He heard the order loud and clear, yet it didn’t wrap around his brain like it always does. 

So it wasn’t just you. His mind no longer submitted to anyone’s commands. He would have chirped in celebration if he didn’t have an audience that was still waiting for him to follow through, giving looks and comments of impatience while he stood there. 

He can’t 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.

“If he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.”

Alter...change...he doesn’t want them to change him. So Raptor tried to pretend, another thing that felt natural to him. 

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.

“Completely hidden. Very good,” one of them said, writing something down. They’re always watching, always taking notes on him, always judging. This all felt familiar as well. “Now, walk from that corner to there, and keep a hold on your quirk.”

There was no pull, no sudden fuzziness or loss of control. Nothing. It’s a strange feeling, following orders because he actually chooses to. It will take some getting used to, but it shouldn’t be too difficult. 

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.

“I can picture it already. He could slice apart an entire group of targets, and they wouldn’t even understand their deaths. A flurry of invisible blades!” One of them exclaimed with a smile that was way too wide given the subject matter.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to get a taste of what this is capable of right now.”

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 wouldn’t 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 – he wondered if her knees would collapse from the trembling alone.

He was still camouflaged; she couldn’t 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.

“Kill her, Raptor.”

“What?” The woman’s voice was constricted by anxiety. She looked timidly at the man, who only stared back expectantly, waiting for something. “W-what?” 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. “I-I-I w-I won’t...I’m s-so...p-p-please.” 

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. “Don’t dawdle, Nomu.” The final word dripped with venom. It reminded him of his place: a puppet that should have no will of its own. Raptor didn’t 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. He’s afraid of what they might take from him next. He can’t 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 can’t 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 that’s 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 didn’t mean he couldn’t crush a human’s bones with little effort.

He felt her jolt, but that’s 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 couldn’t even see coming. From their perspective, an unsuspecting woman’s neck was suddenly crushed by an invisible force like an aluminum can.

One of them didn’t look very impressed. “Eh, a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think?”

“We’re not watching a bloodsport,” another one snapped. “Raptor is designed to handle matters quickly. A cervical fracture is fast and effective.”

“She was so terrible at her job. I think she deserved a terrible death in return,” another said. 

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. 

“I still think we should have used his harvester instead. She’s becoming a nuisance.”

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. It’s an effort to keep his lips from curling over his teeth whenever the bastard’s around.

An older lady spoke. “Her relationship with the nomu is unique and warrants its own set of experiments after we cover the basics here. We already told you that.”

“Yes yes, I know. But her sample this morning was pathetic. It’s like she’s forgotten her job, too busy turning our greatest achievement into a softie. Call me petty, but I’d get a good laugh out of watching her be devoured by the nomu that she’s decided to become friends with.”

Anger.

“You are petty, and short-sighted. Do you understand just how extraordinary this relationship is?”

Another Coat butted in. “Sure, 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.”

Raptor hates it. He doesn’t want any of them talking about you. To think that they’d 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. That’s 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. “I don’t believe he agrees with you two.”

She then whispered something, lips forming what looked like the word ‘magnificent’ 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.

x---x---x---x---x

You’re 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 god’s sake, why did it always have to squeeze you like a stress ball? Thankfully, your painful shriek of “STOP!” was enough to penetrate the horny shield over its brain and it released you.

It wasn’t your first injury, but it’s been a while since you’ve gotten such a scare. It could’ve been worse – it could always be much worse.

The fact that you feel elated when you reach Hawks’s 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. 

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. “Raptor? What is it?” 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. “It’s alright. One of the High Ends was being a little heavy-handed. It stings, but it’ll get better.” 

Hot air hits you when he releases a snort. While he studies the bruise, you continue to examine the newest artful additions. “So...what do all of these mean?” You ask.

He follows your traveling gaze and mutters. “Watching. They’re always watching.”

He said it so smoothly that it gave you chills. “You’re tripping up less on your words. That’s, uh, good.” When a grunt is his only response, you keep talking. “Are these the doctors?” He nodded. “Did you...have to kill again?”

A beat. Then he nods again, more slowly this time. “It was easier.” 

You’re not sure what to say to that, deciding to instead rest a hand on his arm. For some reason, what he said didn’t 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 room’s 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 ‘innocence’ part can be replaced with ‘grief’, having lost contact with everything you were familiar with. 

“You know, maybe I can add my own additions to this sometime, if you don’t mind. Make this place our own little mural.” You giggle when his tail swings at the proposal. “There’s no way they haven’t noticed how odd of a duo we are by now. I wonder how those assholes feel about all of this.”

You’re grabbed and pulled into him so quickly that the jar slips out of your grip, rolling away as you’re pushed into a hard black chest. The tight embrace squeezes your swollen arm painfully. “Shit, that hurts!”

He whines apologetically and loosens his hold. Pain and lack of oxygen aside, it’s oddly comforting. You haven’t 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. “Raptor, I know it sucks here, and I don’t really know what to say to make things better, but I’ll keep trying to hang out with you for as long as I can, alright?” You reassure him while rubbing his chest. “Remember, you’re kind of the best thing that ever happened to this place. Not that my standards in this shithole are very high – they’re actually lower than a regular nomu’s sex drive – but it’s still an achievement you should be proud of.”

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.

There’s 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 wasn’t 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.

“Who the hell have you been kissing while I’m not around to learn so fast?” You joked.

You didn’t expect him to look away and hesitate to answer before uttering, “I...remembered.”

If he was expecting that to upset you, it didn’t. You can’t stop his brain from working, and he no longer automatically gives in to any demands. You still don’t know what’s up with that. “Right,” you sighed. “Are you remembering anything else?”

“No...same things. Hawks...fire...death...I want to forget.” 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. “Can...you...make me forget?”

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. “Forget about it. Forget about Hawks and all of those foggy memories.”

He sits there and blinks with no clear sign that your words had any effect. 

Then he wilts and groans in defeat.

“No good, huh?” You shrug. You truly did wish you could help him. “There’s not much else I can do, sorry.” A pause. “Must feel like nightmares, I guess. I get plenty of those.” You rest in his hold while recalling some of the fears that manifest in your sleep. “Dreams about what they’ll do when they don’t need me anymore. I never had the guts to put myself out of my misery – don’t have many options to work with anyway. Maybe I can ask a nomu to chomp my head off.”

“No.” 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 couldn’t 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.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stick around. We can make things easier for each other.” 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...semen….you weren’t thinking about any of that. You just wanted him again.

“Let’s help each other forget.”

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 you’re forced to only breathe through your nose. You’re 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.

It’s the first time a nomu’s dick actually touches you there. 

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. That’s when he notices just how hard you’re trying to get off on his bulge.

Heat is rushing to your face at his puzzled expression. “You-” You gasp, still catching your breath after having him squirm down your throat for so long. “You feel pretty good.”

He simply watches you continue to rub against him – you don’t 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. “You don’t have to laugh. Trust me, you’ve looked way more desperate than I have,” You tease him. 

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 it’s 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.

“Want more?”

The low-pitched voice right in your ear has you shaking, like it was a question from the Devil himself. Thirst aside, you don’t know what you should say. You trust that he won’t fuck you to shreds like the other High Ends would, but the biggest issue…

“I don’t know if I should risk that,” you murmur, a hand reaching to rub the textured flesh. “As tempting as it is right now.”

His confidence is replaced with disappointment. That is, until he immediately perks back up and grabs your hips.

“Wait what are yoooo-whoa!”  You’re 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. “No! Nononono I said-”

“I won’t.” He says softly. As softly as he can with such a voice, at least. “Calm.”

Instead of penetrating like you feared, he lowers you until your flushed lips are resting on the length of his scaly shaft.  

And then, slowly, his hips push forward.

The bumps and creases slide against you in all of the right ways. “Oooh fuck.” 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 you’re comfortable and lost in the rhythm, he begins to speed up. 

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. “Stay there.” 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 shouldn’t be able to properly revel in this outercourse. “I-I thought...you couldn’t feel this.” You say shakily.

Hawks is eyeing your bouncing form with great interest, his hips not missing a beat as he answered. “Can’t. Just watching.”

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. “You look good.”

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 didn’t 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 don’t care about risk anymore. Not after feeling what he has to offer.

There’s no voice telling you how stupid you’re being right now. It already gave up on you.

Good.

“Haw–shit–Raptor, inside. I need you inside.” You beg between your moans. He stills completely, which has you whining and squirming even more.

“Inside?”

Hearing him say it sobers you up a bit, but not enough to kill your desire. “Just pull out before you cum, alright? Think you can do that?” 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. 

You can’t tell if you’re trembling from excitement or fear. Probably both.

The fine tip already has you being stretched wide, burning and stinging in spite of your pussy’s preparation. It makes you wince and want to close your eyes – to create some distance between you and the pain – 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 it’s 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 you’ve treated, just enough extra thickness to give you a stretch that you’ve 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.

“Feel…” He gasped and choked, one would think that he was trying to learn speech all over again. “Can feel...squeezing. So gooood.” 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. “You can feel it? You feel how tight I am, Raptor? How badly I want you to stay inside me and never leave?” He may not be able to feel your heat or your dampness, but it looks like he can’t escape the pressure from a cunt’s 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. “Then I want you to fuck me. Stop thinking, and just move...” You bring your face close to his, pulling off a seductive look and tone even when impaled on him. “...Just like a good nomu.”

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. 

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 couldn’t 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. 

This wasn’t 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. 

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. 

His tone is dark. Vicious. “Tight. So tight!”

It makes your greedy body want even more. “Oh, good job, Raptor. Such a good boy.” You praise him, feeling the brief falter in his movements. He really does like that. “Go ahead and take it all, as much as you need-ah. Don’t worry about me. Fuck me until I can’t think.”

The violent sex stops and you’re being ripped away from that wondrous cock in the blink of an eye. Before you can even question what’s happening, your world begins to spin until you’re suddenly on the floor. You’re getting adjusted onto your hands and knees right before being pierced again with a force that shoves you forward. 

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. 

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 couldn’t take it. Too hard...too big... you’re 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 wasn’t anything like the gentle experiment you’ve 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 it’s like to give in to a nomu.

It’s scary.

It’s 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, you’d 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. 

Your mind was empty, save for the immoral thoughts that have long since driven off their more honorable competition. 

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 back….

Hawks releases a horrid cry that sounds like both a roar and a bird-like shriek.

Exhaustion…

Hawks is too lost in the surprising sensations, dull but still intense, to realize that he’s shooting his thick load into your womb

Warmth...full...sleep.

x---x---x---x---x

“Get up.”

The voice is muffled as you slowly come to. Whatever you’re resting on doesn’t feel like your bed.

“I know you’re awake. Hurry and get up.”

You’re 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 you’re still naked, you grab one of Hawks’s wings that were splayed out on the floor to shield yourself.

He simply shakes his head. “I’ve already seen enough. And heard enough.”

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

“I-I…” you stammer, panic rising in your chest as you’re unable to come up with any sort of explanation. You even turn to Hawks, like he’d somehow provide you with the answer.

“I normally don’t care what deplorable methods you people use to collect your samples, but going by the filth between your legs...” 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. “...you actually allowed Raptor to inseminate you.”

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.

“To think that someone would deliberately let a nomu breed them. I know that the two of you have gotten close,” His eyes skimmed past the many images and markings in the room. “But just how depraved do you have to be to go this far with a nomu?”

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, you’ve 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 didn’t deserve the view. “I guess we’re all sick fucks around here,” 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. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

Both you and Hawks are taken back. “For what?”

He scowls even harder. “Still asking questions? You’re lucky that you’re valuable right now. You have most likely been impregnated. This is an unexpected opportunity to observe one of Raptor’s offspring. We’ll be watching over you until the birth.”

You don’t 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, you’re going to have a...fuck.

You feel the wing in your grasp vibrate softly, Hawks sensing your distress and attempting to silently reassure you.

“I said get dressed,” the doctor ordered impatiently. “Or are you still basking in the afterglow?” He snickered at his own joke before walking forward, ready to take you by force.

That’s 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 wouldn’t harm him in any way.

“Out of the way, Raptor.” Strong and firm. It’s the tone that ensures a nomu’s obedience, but you know by now that Hawks’s mind has grown beyond that.

As expected, Hawks doesn’t budge, still looking down with eyes of liquid gold.

The doctor only looks more annoyed, not afraid. “I knew you were defective,” he sneered. “Always 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.”

What? 

Hawks still didn’t move. The lack of reaction was beginning to get to the man’s 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 wasn’t going to move, and forcing his way past him was too dangerous of an option, he smirked. “Fine, then. You’re only making yourself look worse. I’m certain I can convince them to move forward with that operation after they see how defiant you’re being right now.”

No! You feel so damn useless. The bastard wanted to change him into something more compliant. How much would that change Hawks himself? You don’t know if there’s anything you can do that won’t just end with you being thrown into the lion’s den. 

The doctor placed two fingers to his temple. Fuck, his quirk. 

“Backup needed in South Hall, room five o’ ni-”

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.

“What. The. Fuck?”  Your breaths were becoming too short as you watched him crumple, the liquid crimson quickly pooling around him. “What the fuck is going on?”

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 he’s dead but who the fuck killed him and what’s about to happen to you-

“Calm.”

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.

“Wha–how–wha…” Your shaky lips are unable to form words, but he seems to understand. Something materializes right in front of you. Small, black, and sharp. It’s a feather, floating between the both of you. “What?” You finally spit out.

“Camouflage,” that’s all he says, as if that explains everything. Since when was he able t-

Whatever. There’s 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.

“Y-you killed him?” You whisper.

He nods, staring apathetically at the body.

“But, I thought you didn’t…” You trailed off, too stunned by everything that has happened to finish.

He turned his attention back to you, red irises – as red as the blood that continued flow – staring into your frightened eyes. “It gets easier.”

Once again,  you’re not sure what to say to that.

He looks to the door. “More coming soon.”

Right, whoever the doctor was contacting must be wondering why his telepathy was suddenly cut off.

“I want to leave.”

“Leave? Like, you want to escape?” Another nod. “That’s...I don’t know if that’s possible. There are villains around here. Strong villains. Shit, they might release some of the nomu on us!” 

“You want to stay?”

Your mouth opens, then closes.

“I’m strong, and fast.” His wings unfurl and sharpen every feather, his tail curling around you so that you can see the knifelike plumes on it. “Can heal very fast and blend in. Can do a lot.”

The display and simple explanation reminds you that you haven’t seen any of his combative skills firsthand. This is what they made him for.

Well then…

“Right, then how about we give them a final test?” Just when you were finally calming down, adrenaline is already being pumped back into your veins. “Let’s show them how unstoppable their latest work is.”

His little peep of agreement nearly ruined the moment, but it reminds you why you’ve 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 “It’s fine.” He warned you to hang on extra tightly whenever he gets low to the ground. He’s a much faster runner on all fours.

Stepping over the corpse that has bled dry, he stopped at the door and braced himself. 

“Ready?”

Your arms and legs were secured around him. You breathed in through your nose then out through your mouth. 

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 hasn’t felt sunlight in fucking forever. Are the heroes even still alive out there?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You try not to think about what’s happening in your womb.

“I’m ready.”

The door is pushed open. 

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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, you’ll 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 End’s back was injured during the fatal showdown at the hospital’s 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

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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 Raptor’s 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 don’t understand why they did not immediately work on this issue. It’s 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 I’d ever see nomu, let alone a High End, show such genuine fondness over a human. I believe it’s 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.