#alpha!hawks

Yesss yes yes Shroom-non 😩🤞🥵

Knuckleduster‘s fingers are hooked in Endeavor‘s mouth, a wide grin stretched over his own rugged face as he watches his spit starting to roll down the other Omega‘s tongue toward the back of his throat.

Endeavor is carefully still underneath him. He smells thick of a sputtering fire, his bright blue eyes looking like chips of ice as he stares just past KD. Trying not to breathe. Trying not to struggle further.

Mitigate the damage.

„You‘re a little bitch, aren‘t ya?“ knuckleduster croons. Endeavor‘s eyes flash, flick away from the middle distance and toward KD ranging above him.

Knuckleduster stretches his fingers, petting them across the other Omega‘s thick tongue. Watching it flex and undulate carefully to touch against the intruding digits.

„Don‘t like it when I tell ya the truth, huh? Little bitch.“

Endeavor growls but before he can try being cute, Knuckleduster shifts his body and presses his knee hard into the other Omega‘s pussy. Right against the fat little Omega dick throning before it.

Endeavor goes very still again, nostrils flaring. He tilts his chin a little. Almost shows off his throat.

Knuckleduster chuckles.

„Yeah. Fuck. There it is. Little bitch submits so easy, huh? Don‘t feel so big and bad if you don‘t got your boot on a pup‘s neck, hmn?“ Knuckleduster leans in, whispering it right into the other Omega‘s gaping, panting mouth. He licks into him, drags his tongue messily against the insides of Endeavor‘s cheeks; flicks it up against the roof of his mouth.

He can hear him swallowing; strained and awkward. Swallowing Knuckleduster‘s spit.

„Your Alpha ain‘t helpin‘ you, bub. No need ta lookit him.“ Blue, blue eyes snap back to him again, pupils little nervous pin pricks.

Endeavor makes a sound. All reedy and soft. It‘s ludicrous to think someone like him could even get a pitch like that.

Knuckle smiles slowly. Takes his fingers in slow motion from the other Omega‘s mouth. Getting ready for him to *bite*. He wipes his spit wet fingers against his cheek in a mockery of gentleness.

„Yeah. Fuck. You‘re a little freak, huh? Not a paternal instinct in your body. Should‘ve kept ya under supervision like an animal. Never learned how to nurture. That‘s alright. We can all still learn. Gonna put a litter in you. Make sure to *teach* ya.“

He can see the flash of true fear in Endeavor‘s face. Abject panic while the scents of aroused Alphas curl around them.

The look is gone like a flash in a pan. The next second Endeavor surges up the two inches separating them and starts to desperately, submissively lick at Knuckleduster‘s wide, grinning mouth. Drags his tongue against his fat little Omega canines. Whimpers like the bitch he is.

How They React When You Chirp

(Bakugo, Todoroki, Hawks) (omega!reader)

»»——⍟——««A/n: No offense but this request was wildly unspecific and that’s why it took so long cuz I had no idea what I was gonna do😭😭

Warning⚠️: one mention of panic attack (in Shoto’s)

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Bakugo

He’s so protective over you

And that fact alone means if he’s within earshot and you chirp then it would not necessarily be someone but something that was the cause

The unlikely occurrence that it is someone tho, have mercy on their soul

Honestly...i dont regret what i did cuz its funny to me

OFC YOU CAN HAVE AN ALPHA! HAWKS HERE YA GO

Another ko-fi request! This was a blast to write so ty for the prompt

No Need (Alpha!Hawks x Omega!Reader)

Well shit, I got a LOT of omegaverse requests this time round, I can’t remember if I mentioned it or something but still…it is…a lot!

Anyways, hope you enjoy this, I did these headcanons the other night, I was meant to be finishing off my mirio commission but ah I forgot my keyboard in the other room and it was cold so I wasn’t getting up…which lead me to hand writing these headcanons! I even drew stupid little wings for the dot point thingy ma bob…moving on, do feel free to let me know what you think!

🕸🕸Undead Raven🕸🕸

🐺🦅🐓🖕 Hawks 🖕🐓🦅🐺

🐺🦅🐓🖕 It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing walk through the city on Hawks’ day off. No drama, no villains, just the two of you enjoying a beautiful day together.

🐺🦅🐓🖕 However, your body seemed to have different plans since it was during that peaceful moment that your heat decided to kick in, forcing you to your knees quickly, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

🐺🦅🐓🖕 Hawks noticed right away, being so close to you, how could he not? Before even a whimper of a plea for help could escape you, Hawks already had you in his arms and was high up in the sky, away from any other alpha that might have caught a whiff of your irresistible scent.

🐺🦅🐓🖕 It doesn’t take Hawks long to return home with you. Record time in fact, the fastest he had ever made it back considering where the two of you had been.

🐺🦅🐓🖕 He wastes no time and soon enough the two of  you are in bed together, Hawks’ head between your thighs, tongue tormenting your clit until your hands were tugging on his hair and you’re begging him, pleading with him to do more than tease you.

🐺🦅🐓🖕 Without further hesitation, Hawks gets to work on enjoying your heat, submerging himself in the task of pleasuring your body, your scent edging him on until he, himself, was sent into a rut.

Endeavor/Hawks – kind of a cont/au of a fic I have written for patreon; but can be read as a standalone – A/B/O; Omega!Endeavor; Alpha!Hawks; groping, perving; milk pump – Endeavor has had twins just a couple weeks ago. Hawks goes to pay him a visit at the agency. He runs in on Endeavor being juicy as per usual... Lot of groping and Hawks being a disgusting perv mmmh

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“Mr. Number 2 hero! You can’t just- You can’t just go in there- MR. NUMBER 2 HERO!”

Endeavor’s personal secretary has sprung up from behind her desk and is running after Hawks, all but hanging off his arm as she pleads with him to stop.

“Please! This is not a good time! Endeavor asked very specifically and very emphatically not to be disturbed in the next hour!”

Hawks grins easily at her, spreading out his wings and curling one around her back. He can smell the distressed Omega from her and it’s not a nice scent at all.

“Shush. All’s good. We’re friends, you know? He won’t mind it one little bit. Don’t you worry.”

She keeps shaking her head energetically, lightly touching the cuff of his jacket.

“Please… He was very, very clear about it, sir…”

They stop in front of the huge doors to Endeavor’s office. The Omega doesn’t do anything by half. His agency is just as huge as his ego. And his everything else. His heart rate spikes a little when he thinks again of the picture he saw just that moment. Endeavor in his hero suit; his first big appearance after the birth of his twins.

His milky tits obscenely stretching the material.

Goddamn. Hawks has been fucked from the very beginning. No other Omega could ever even hold a candle to Endeavor-san.

“I haven’t even made my appearances since the birth,” he drawls, trying to keep his voice steady. Thinking of Endeavor in labor always does… ah… things to him that he would not like to subject this poor lady to. “I got some mochi. He loves that stuff, doesn’t he? I bet any little temper he might get up with will be doused immediately.”

As he says it, he lifts a box of fresh mochi through the air. The secretary looks at it warily, but the warmth of his feathers against her back and his calm demeanor seems to assuage her concerns at least somewhat.

Her shoulders lower a little and she sighs so bone deep that Hawks is almost sorry for her.

“Could you come through his window next time? That way it’s not on me…”

He grins and takes his wing away from her.

“Sure thing!”

.o.

It’s not difficult to guess why Endeavor has wanted absolute and uninterrupted privacy; at least not when Hawks just opens the huge door and parades in to the number one hero on his couch, carefully wielding a breast pump while next to his huge desk a good few meters away Hawks can see the twin baby beds with the sleeping infants.

His blood boils immediately in his veins, hand almost going lax and letting the box drop to the ground when his attention snaps back to Endeavor with lazor focus, eyes on one clearly already milked nipple. It is obscenely swollen and dark, a round indentation in the flesh around it where the suction part of the pump has taken hold.

The room still smells overpoweringly of pregnant Omega. Hawks is getting whiplash from how quickly his body is getting up for a mating. Within seconds his libido skyrockets from ‘moderate low-level arousal’ to ‘unbearable horniness’.

Endeavor, meanwhile, is on the other spectrum. His face is slack with obvious shock as to the sudden intrusion, hands unmoving on the pump still pressed against his other teat. There already is one big jug of milk in front of him, and another one half full. They look comically large, but Hawks supposes, as he politely closes the door behind him, that the quantity had to be expected from an Omega as huge as the number one.

When Endeavor snaps out of his stupor, his face goes an alarming shade of red that rivals his hair. His neck starts swelling; he looks like the abuse he is about to rain down on Hawks will physically hurt even without a Quirk such as Present Mic’s.

Hawk’s eyes flick to the infants in their baby beds.

Endeavor’s gaze follows that immediately.

If possible, his face becomes an even darker shade of red, but he seems to be swallowing down whatever he had been prepared to scream at Hawks.

It’s… perfect. An opportunity like this is once in a lifetime and Hawks intents to utilize it thoroughly.

He is by Endeavor’s side in a moment, dropping the package with sweet rice cakes unceremoniously on the desk next to the already filled jug of milk, then is on the huge Omega.

He can hear Endeavor’s sharp inhale, but he seems to still be struggling with his volume so for the moment he is quiet and stunned as he is rudely pushed back by an Alpha that could a) be his son and b) be snapped in half over his knee.

Hawks forces his knee between the number 1’s thick thighs, hand grabbing the plump, already milked pec. He’s just fantasized about it so damn often, there is no way he can’t grab it when given the chance. It is squishy, his fingers dimpling the skin. A lazy dribble of a bit of excess milk gathers at the plump tip.

Endeavor finally unfreezes. He pulls the suction device away from his other teat, hand moving down to next to the couch to turn off the pump, the other grabbing Hawks by the throat.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” he rasps in a whisper, voice vibrating with his anger. The huge Omega is radiating an astonishing amount of heat without outright breaking out into flames. Hawks is sweating like the worst kind of pervert.

His eyes have zeroed in on the newly freed nipple. It’s still wet.

“Just lay back and relax, Endeavor-san,” he croons. He pulls out of the grip of the meaty fingers and swoops to suck the fat nipple into his mouth. There’s a shudder going through Hawks from head to toes. The areola is as buttery soft and puffy against his tongue has he had dreamed it would be.

His cock is drooling in his pants but he is preoccupied with fondling Endeavor’s big milky tits and nudging his knee against his crotch. He can feel the heat there as well. Endeavor might not be as unhappy about this whole… thing as he pretends to be.

Point in case: he groans suddenly, the noise sounding like it’s been ripped from him against his will. Hawks’ head snaps up from suckling sweet Omega milk. He presses his hand over Enji’s mouth, eyes briefly flicking to the baby beds.

“Nice and quiet now, Endeavor-san,” he whispers heatedly. “Don’t want to wake the twins, do you?”

Endeavor’s pale eyes flutter, his hips lightly arching up against the pressure of Hawks’ knee and thigh. It occurs to him that maybe… just maybe… Endeavor is pent up? Could he be so lucky?

Endeavor nods against his palm and when he takes his hand away, the Omega whispers heatedly: “I am going to kill you.”

“Later.”

“Yes. Later.”

And with that, he willingly opens his thighs for the molestation. He looks so hot with his shirt half-unbuttoned and his tits just out in the open. Hawks feels his balls surge and he has to scrabble to shove a hand down his pants to pull on them until he feels a bit nauseous but the immediate need to come right now has receded.

There’s a whistling in his ears as he stares into Endeavor’s flushed and meanly smirking face. The Omega knows exactly what just happened. Or would almost have happened.

Hawks, in retaliation, leans in and presses his face between the number 1’s pecs. It’s a dream he’s had for the longest fucking time.

If he is actually comatose in a hospital right now, he doesn’t want to know.

I just--I--HNNNN

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.

.o.

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-”