Tag: endeavor/hawks

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

EndHawks – continuation of this and this post – pregnancy kink; impregnation kink; dirty talk; crude; ABO; Alpha!Hawks; Omega!Endeavor – Hawks has all of it orchestrated because he has no shame, and he wants Endeavor on his dick that badly.

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Hawks is without shame. He stares right into Endeavor’s face while he pants and fucks his cock brutally into the tight channel of his fist. He even spreads his legs wider; lifts his hips. Shows off the swell at the base of his dick because he has no manners and thinks that his knot must be a gift to Omega-kind.

Endeavor can’t help but stare at it, one big hand still on the door handle, slowly making it melt against the palm of his hand. He is morbidly fascinated and deeply appalled to realize that the first instinctual reaction of his starved body is to *ache* for it. For that young, virile Alpha dick that is being presented to him shamelessly.

He must have planned this, Endeavor thinks muddily, nostrils flaring when the thick scent of aroused Alpha reaches him and makes his belly clench, his body – as mortifying as it is – *reacting* to the Alpha half his age. He’s announced his arrival. Hawks had known he would come to discuss a team-up, and still he’s decided to sprawl himself out on the expensive looking couch in his office, cock out and the pictures he had been jerking it to in his free hand.

He is staring at Endeavor with his unsettlingly sharp eyes. *Greedy* eyes. Eyes that travel from Endeavor’s face, slack in surprise and indecision, down to his chest where his tight hero uniform is stretched across his wide pectorals in a way that makes the fabric seemingly scream for mercy.

“Fuck,” Hawks finally sighs and his head falls against the backrest of the couch, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows with some difficulty. “You got the best tits and they’re not even milky yet.”

Endeavor jerks on his feet, mildly recoiling before he can get himself back under control. He finally snatches his hand off the now deformed door handle and, with a slightly harried look behind him into the deserted floor, he slams the door shot.

“What on *earth* are you doing, you little twerp?!” he hisses. His face feels hotter than usual, even though his flames have sizzled out long ago.

He stares at the shameless Alpha, his body clenching and yearning for him. He’s got a nice cock, he realizes dully. Not very fat but long and still sturdy looking. Hawks is not the biggest of Alphas, so it was to be expected. Still, he holds himself like someone twice his size. He does not look alarmed in the least by the sudden temperature spike in the room or the huge Omega that looms over him. He grins sloppily, and makes a show out of fucking up into his fist. When Endeavor’s eyes flick down – drawn against his will by the Alpha cock; he does not have to wonder when the last time had been he’s gotten filled up and his needy insides drenched with hot cum; he very well remembers the night he made Rei fill him up with a belly full of Shoto – Hawks’ wrist flicks and he throws the pictures he’s been holding on to on the table.

He watches Endeavor’s reaction, but he barely registers it over the roar in his ears when he sees the badly taken, old polaroids.

They’re all of him; old, slightly shaky pictures that have been taken when he’s been pregnant with Shoto, his belly a gentle bulge beneath his hero costume, and his pecs already swollen and tender looking…

“You’re always so hot, Endeavor-san, but there’s nothing quite like you fat with a pup and practically bursting with milk.”

Endeavor jerks out of the stupor he’s been in. The roar in his ears does not abate. He stares at the pictures, incredulous at the sheer daring of Hawks, then up at the Alpha who is still staring at his body, hungry and lewd.

The flames around his face spring to life and fizzle out just as quickly. His whole body sputters, his Quirk not obeying him as his first instinct – to get on his knees and lap at the fingers of the young Alpha, wet with salty pre-cum – wars with his other impulse to pop Hawks’ head between his large palms like a goddamn grape.

“I want to fill you up, Endeavor-san,” Hawks purrs. His wings are trembling, spread out long and luxurious on both sides of the couch. A few cheeky feathers slide loose to caress along Enji’s cheeks and tickle beneath his chin. “I want to fuck another pup into your belly. I bet your cunt is so nice and loose from all those kids you’ve already had. Super soft and welcoming, yeah? God, I love sloppy Omegas. They really know how to treat a cock right. Know how to get all that cum out, right?”

He’s fucking his fist again. Showing off how virile he is as his usually lilting voice becomes a bit deeper and rougher. Enji’s ears burn. He is pretty sure there is smoke curling from them, just as there is from his nostrils. His insides feel liquid hot with a confusing mixture of hate and anger and… lust.

Hawks’ cock in his fist sounds wet and lewd.

“I wanna get you nice and fat. Wanna suck on your milky tits the whole fucking day. Bet you’re such a slut in bed. You’d beg for Alpha dick, wouldn’t you, Endeavor-san? Get all whiney and desperate for it? Fuck, I want to jerk off on your big belly. Rub my cum into your skin so you stink of freshly bred Omega whore-”

Hawks’ face twists into something like agony as he comes, pumping hot cum over his fist, and Endeavor can’t do anything but stand there, impotent with rage and confusion, and try not to squirm with how shamefully wet he has gotten.

10th Ko-Fi Batch: 2nd Fill

Endeavor/Hawks – fantasies; slight homophobia/Endeavor really trying to deny the obvious; rough sex – Hawks is very open in his appreciation for Endeavor’s body and while Endeavor likes to pretend it does not phaze him, the reality behind closed doors is different…

Working with Hawks has done ton of good for Enji’s confidence; even though he admittedly does not need any help in that regard. Hawks is lewd and outgoing and apparently has no sense of shame.

He wonders, sometimes, if that’s just how the current youth *is*. Whether Shoto behaves with such flagrant disregard for modesty as well when his father’s heavy gaze is not on him.

But, he supposes, maybe Hawks is just an exemption for he seems to be exceptionally infuriating; his gaze lingering on Endeavor’s body with nothing short of greed; appraising him openly and throwing him toothy grins when Enji pointedly stares at him, waiting for the young man to realize he’s been caught in his lewd, disrespectful ogling.

Hawks does not care about fanning Enji’s anger, and, in turn, his flames. He does not care about the softer and more firm rebukes, just takes them in stride and with a flippant “Right on, buddy!” before resuming staring at whatever feature of Enji’s body has taken his fancy this time.

Most often, he has noticed, those sharp eyes seem to linger on his thighs and chest, of all places, and he finds himself wondering just what it is the young man wants from him.

Enji is not unused to lecherous attention, though most of the time it is focused on the prominent bulge between his legs; the cup protecting his cock in the midst of battle. He can see their little imaginations working, trying to figure out just how big he is; just how gratifying it must be to have him mount them.

He pretends that Hawks’ obnoxious staring means little more than annoyance and a mild distaste to him, but in reality, he’s been thinking about it to an extent of obsession. He finds his mind wandering during meetings; listening to reports from his Sidekicks without really tuning in to what they update him on.

He finds himself circling around the peculiar focus Hawks’ obsession has taken. How scenarios might develop if he were to indulge the kid. Show him just how powerful his thighs can be when he wrestles him to the ground and feeds his impertinent mouth his cock while squeezing his head between his thighs.

God, but he’d love nothing more than putting Hawks in his place. Finally shut his quick, gloating mouth up by stuffing him first with dick and then with cum until it shoots out of his nose and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Have one big hand in his untidy hair and keep him right where he is; choking on Endeavor’s sweaty cock and head feeling like it is going to explode from the pressure.

Enji would maybe be taken aback by his borderline violent fantasies if that weren’t how he’s always fantasized. How even in his youth all his needy, hot fantasies have included a sharp, maybe disturbing edge of pain.

No, what really takes him aback is how insidiously his fantasies tend to warp on him without fail; how his mind wanders from putting Hawks in his place; big hands on his wings, using them like leads as he pulls him back onto his dick, to Hawks being the one ranging above him. Having Enji’s ass in his meager lap, his young, sleek cock pushed into the tight, unused heat of Enji’s ass, and drilling him hard and deep.

How he’ll use his feathers to keep Enji immobile and helpless, their sharp quills dragging across his body, leaving burning lines in their wake that have not broken, but only *just so*.

Enji has never considered submitting to anybody – certainly not another man – and his thoughts tend to disturb him in no small amount…

…after he has spend himself all over his fist, lungs still burning with the exertion of a simple jerk-off, cheeks feeling as hot as his flames when he thinks back on his hot, needy fantasy that would put a younger man to shame.

Would put *Hawks* to shame.

How much he wants to dick him into submission; have him cry on his cock until this unsightly infatuation has been fucked out of him. Until his curiosity is sated and he finally knows, without a doubt that he does not want to pursue his sick little fantasies with the number one hero.

… And how much he wants to get put down by Hawks in turn. Wants him to belittle him, step on him, make him ache and weepy without mercy. How he wants to be used like a cheap harlot and then thrown away afterwards. How he wants to be bested by this impudent young man that could very well be his son…

He is aware of his sickness, but he can not help it. It has been a long time since his wife, and his hand is a very lonely, dispassionate companion. He can’t just go out to take himself a lover; he is too distinct, too easily recognizable.

All he can do is feverishly fantasize about getting mounted and fucked by another man like a mangy dog on the side of the street. It shames him more than his other fantasies. How desperately he wants Hawk’s cock. How desperately he wants it in him. Stretching him. Warming him.

Using him like a rag before flitting off to his next lustful encounter because Hawks is young and virile and lewd and wouldn’t let himself get slowed down by a washed up old man like Enji.

He thinks Hawks might brag to his other conquests while Endeavor has to fall back onto his own hand. How he got to fuck the number one hero. Pop his cherry, as they so indelicately put it these days.

How he made him howl on his first dick and pant for hit like a dog.

The fantasy turns Enji on all the more. Sick.