COMPARING HAND SIZES — Ft. Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Akaashi Keiji, Iwaizumi Hajime

“Welcome home, brother.” Art trade with the amazing @nachtgray

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.

Keep reading

What happens when poor keigo finally realizes it’s a plush?

(This is based on this, btw)

Therapist: What’s bothering you today, Hawks?

Hawks: Well, I just found out my son isn’t really my son.

Therapist: I see, his father is someone else?

Hawks: No, not like that. He’s actually a stuffed toy.

Therapist: ...Oh...of course.

Hawks: It’s so much to take in, ya know? All the time I’ve spent with him. Our days at the park, the fun talks we had at the dinner table. He was always a quiet little chick, but I didn’t mind. It does explain why he was having so much trouble learning to fly. Every time I gave him a little toss, he’d fall flat on his face.

Therapist: Yes, it makes sense that he wouldn’t be very responsive.

Hawks: Oh but don’t get me wrong. My girl has cheated on me before. Maybe this is all my fault for giving her a second chance. For god’s sake, the bastard still lives with us!

Therapist: The other man she’s been seeing lives with you?

Hawks: Yes! Stupid peacock bastard. I’ve been trying to play nice around him for her sake. It’s not like he ever says anything to me but...I just know that he thinks he’s better than me. That stupid patient look, like he’s always waiting for me to snap so that I’ll look bad in front of her again! Well I’m not going to let him win this time.

Therapist: You called him a peacock. Is that related to his quirk?

Hawks: Yeah...I think. I have a pic of him on my phone.

*Hawks shows therapist a photo on his phone*

Therapist: Hawks...this is a toy.

Hawks: What?

Therapist: He’s not real. Neither your son or your...rival, are real.

Hawks:.........

Therapist:.........

Hawks:...How much of my life has been a lie? Is my girl a toy?

Therapist: No. Going by the pictures you’ve shown before, she’s very real and alive.

Hawks: Are you a toy?

Therapist: I don’t believe so.

Hawks: Am I a toy? Has my entire life been nothing more than someone else’s playtime, where the people who own me get a kick out of imagining me in any role they want? Is that why those bastards expect me to be capable of doing anything they ask? They think I don’t have a mind to break??

Therapist: Hawks-

Hawks: I'M NOT A FUCKING TOY.

Therapist: Hawks, deep breaths.

I read a very wholesome fic by @dooblebugs​ about Ingo being reverse-adopted by the player character and i felt the need to draw it bc hhhh let us found family himmm

How many times do you think that Hawk’s S/O has walked in on either a shattered mirror or Hawks knocked out in front of a mirror because he’s mistaken it for an intruder?

Too many times. But things have gotten better. 

You raised the handheld mirror right in front of his face, steeling your nerves to ensure that you won’t panic in case he reacts violently. 

He stares at his reflection intensely while you study his body language. No shrinking of the pupils, no bristling of his wings...he’s handling it much better than last time. It’s time to ask the big question: “Who do you see, Hawks?”

Without missing a beat, he answers. “Me. It’s just me.”

Your shoulders slacken from relief. “That’s right. Good job.”

Next, you guide him to the bathroom mirror. His second test was the ‘intruder that likes to watch you groom yourself.’

“Who is that behind me, Hawks?” You ask. 

He calmly watches himself. “Just me.”

You smile. “That’s right.” He’s making amazing progress, but there’s still one more test.

The two of you enter the bedroom and stop in front of the full-length mirror. So many times have you replaced this poor piece of furniture after getting heavily damage. So many times have you seen Hawks writhing on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass.

He may have passed the other two mirrors, but how will he handle his greatest enemy: the full image of ‘another’ handsome male?

You take a deep breath and say it. “Who do you see standing there, Hawks?”

One beat.

Unlike the previous ones, Hawks doesn’t instantly answer, and that makes you anxious.

Two beats.

You really like this mirror. Please don’t destroy it.

“Me.”

Wha...you can’t believe it. 

“Hawks...Hawks, you did it!” 

He lets out a silly squawking noise when you roughly embrace him. “Well, this is embarrassing. I really was just fighting myself this entire time?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you smother his face with rapid-fire kisses. “I’m so proud of you.”

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The two of you celebrated at the nearby park, feeding ducks at the pond.

“Sorry that I’ve been stressing you out all this time. I always thought I was doing you a favor, keeping the house safe and all that,” Hawks said as he tossed seeds into the water. The ducks gulped them down in a flash.

You decided to feed the shy fish instead. “It’s alright, I know your bird instincts get the best of you sometimes. I’m glad we got through this together.”

“Gosh, this is worse than the time I picked a fight with that stuffed...” He trailed off.

You were about to ask what distracted him until you saw his face. He was frozen, glaring fiercely down at the water.

At his reflection.

Your cheerful mood quickly switched to something more terrified. “Hawks, no.”

He didn’t appear to hear you, choosing instead to threaten the mysterious figure in the water. “You got a problem, buddy?” His wings were slowly spreading out for extra intimidation. He smirked when his reflection did the same. “Tough guy, huh? I know your game. Trying to hide among the fish and pounce on my girl when I’m not looking, are you?”

Already panicking, you grab his shoulders to try and pull him away. “Stop, Hawks. It’s you. Just step away from the pond and calm down.”

“No,” Hawks turns to you. “Don’t fall for it, dove. This is the real deal, I can see it in his eyes. You think I’m stupid enough to get fooled by this reflection bullshit again?”

Your eyes awkwardly look to the side while your mouth opens, then closes.

For a second, Hawks looks genuinely hurt, but before you can say anything, he returns his attention to the water with newfound fury. “You made my own lovebird doubt me, you son of a bitch!”

It happened so fast. The ducks quacked loudly and flapped away in shock when he suddenly dove into the water.

“Hawks!”  You watched him splash wildly in the water, at first attempting to strike at the rival that he could no longer see, but his anger was replaced by fear when he realized his situation.

“Help! I can’t swim!” The number 2 hero of Japan was screaming and flailing in a duck pond, in serious danger of drowning.

You didn’t even bother to take the time to appreciate how absolutely ridiculous this scene was. You already removed your shoes and hopped into the water, dodging his swinging arms and wings to grab and pull him back up on the grass. Thank goodness for his light hollow bones.

Hawks was shivering on his hands and knees, spitting out water and...a small unlucky fish that you quickly picked up and tossed back into the pond.

“Bastard almost killed me,” he sputtered. 

“No, you almost killed you. This is no different than the mirrors, Hawks. My god, do I have to teach you how to not fight water now?!” 

He shook out his wings while you squeezed out as much water as possible out of your shirt. “Baby, you didn’t see him. You didn’t see that annoying look on his face and those badass wings. He was a threat. I don’t know where he went but-”

You notice him eyeing the water again, where his reflection is slowly reappearing as the ripples calm.

“There he is!”

“Hawks don’t do it!”

He did it.

With another splash and more confused quacks, he was thrashing in the water again, and when he lost sight of the winged stranger for the second time...

“Help! I can’t swim!”

how many times can i draw them having emotionally charged restroom encounters

[BKDK] Hero Card part 1

merry whatever

So... I know I'm a little late but um... well... enjoy

Blame @didderd and the rest of y'all drawing Fell being hot :P

Art by @mothiepixie

revamped my old human ink designs!