A Reaper76 fic for @kinkyarkhive as a little goodie for his very very good work on the last fic compilation ❤ he wanted some more Oviposition with Reaper being able to feel the eggs inside Soldier’s body….

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“Are you nervous, Jackie?”

Reaper presses against the Soldier’s back, heavy and feverishly hot. Jack clenches his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut. He looks like a little kid that tries to tell himself the Boogieman isn’t real, and isn’t that just delightful?

Reaper hums thoughtfully, his smoke curling around Jack’s trim hips, dipping beneath the hem of his jacket; and then down into the waistband of his combat pants. Jack breathes out forcefully through his nose, head falling forward, forehead against the wall.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Reaper assures him with a low rumble, the tendrils whispering across Jack’s tight cheeks, then slithering between them. There wouldn’t be any space for it if he had used his hands, but smoke always finds a way.

Jack huffs and lifts up onto the balls of his feet, legs spreading instinctually at the playful pressure against his hole.

“Easy for you to say,” he grunts out. It is difficult to make out his facial expression and discern what he is really thinking when half his face is still obscured behind the mask, but that is half the fun of the experience.

He whines, high and canine when Reaper’s smoke starts curling into him, gloved fingers dragging along the wall. He dreads what is coming just as much as he is eager for it.

“You will show yourself off to the others, will you not?” Reaper murmurs against his neck, eyes going heavy lidded as he feels the Soldier’s insides in such a very intimate way. It is not like fucking his fingers into somebody; it is like being inside another body; feeling his soft, giving walls around him, a little wet and so very hot as he gets filled with more and more smoke.

With more and more of Reaper.

“You will walk through the base with my clutch, will you not?”

Soldier is vibrating, and gently hitting his head against the wall. He doesn’t answer for the longest time, breathing going wet and deep the more Reaper fills him with his smoke; slipping into all the little folds of his intestines and filling the space; making his presence known.

He knows, trapped under the heavy fabric of his combat gear, Soldier’s cock is hard and leaking. He has been needing this for a long time; has been asking for it, even – and so close in the wake of a mission gone well, it transforms him into a shuddering mess laughably easy.

“Yes,” he admits finally, voice high-pitched. Almost child like. He is bouncing gently on the balls of his feet. He is still fully clothed, yet filled to the very brim with his lover. The sensation has to be agony.

His breathing is wet. Reaper wonders if he is drooling beneath his visor.

“I will fill you up, Jackie-boy,” Reaper purrs against him, body alight with the feeling of Jack all around him. His intestines soft and warm and welcoming. He is almost jealous of the clutch he will be laying in him. He wants to disperse in a cloud of smoke and crawl into the old Soldier himself. He wants to make him look bloated and pregnant.

He wants others to see.

Jack is panting out soft, wet gasps, back arched, eyes squinted and watery as Gabriel starts filling him up slowly; smoke starting to solidify in a perfectly round orb that grows in weight and rolls easily into one warm bend of the Soldier’s insides. It snuggles itself down in there, smooth and unmoving; the first of Reaper’s clutch that Jack accepts so very graciously, body thrumming and poised. Waiting.

The second has him whining drawn-out and shuddering, and the third has him scrabbling for his visor finally, ripping at it ineffectually until his clumsy fingers find the closing mechanism on pure luck. He rips it away from his face, chin a bit wet, lips dark from his biting teeth.

He hides his face in the crook of his elbow, groaning loud and unashamed as the eggs shift within him, moving softly as they seek a way to settle best, and sending dull vibrations through his guts.

Reaper’s eyes are half-lidded behind his mask. He feels drunk on the feeling of Jack’s bowels rippling around his eggs – him – and drawing up tight as if to secure them more firmly inside the tight windings.

Jack grunts and shifts his stance; breathing growing shallow and fast as his stomach begins to press against the waistband of his done-up pants.

Maybe that was the most delicious part of it all: that Reaper could fill him up with his eggs wherever he wanted, and without having to undress him. Just the insidious whisper of his smoke curling into the old Soldier’s body and solidifying into the precious clutch of eggs; impregnate him whenever he so damn well pleases.

He could do it while he’s on base, the next time. Or while he is talking to somebody else… feel his body heat up into a furnace as he quietly dies of humiliation…

“You’re a slut, Jackie-boy,” he purrs against his neck, slowly, carefully placing the fourth and last egg inside him. “Just a useless, little slut… so desperate to be allowed to carry my clutch…”

Jack groans, shuffling his feet wider, lowering faintly into his knees. Reaper can feel his insides rippling around the clutch – around himself – as he bears down on them reflexively, body trying to work them out immediately.

They stay secure, though; nestled in the squishy, moist curves of the old Soldier’s intestines.

As long as Reaper wants them to stay.

.o.

His cock is pulsing in his fist, but he is not paying it more attention than the occasional squeeze. He is fat and heavy in his hand; a nice girth against his palm – but the focus of his attention lies on the other side of the base.

The connection is strong; he can feel the eggs gently moving with Soldier’s motions, and when he closes his heavy-lidded eyes and concentrates, he can even feel the wet, hot clutch of his intestines around them.

They are being held secure, and even though the old Soldier’s body temperature is elevated, betraying his embarrassment about the situation, he has not made any move to try and get them out of him.

Rather, he seems more prone to walking around the base, and the thought of Jackie-boy maybe wanting to show off his faintly swollen belly to the others makes Reaper’s cock swell further in his grip, flexing against his fingers.

He imagines the Soldier in old workout gear, trying to be discrete about the bulge that makes the waistband of the sweatpants draw tighter than usual. He imagines him reaching for his belly subconsciously; framing it with his big, rough hands like a pregnant lady.

Is he waddling? The awkward weight of the eggs in his guts has to do something for him. He has to be constantly hard, dick rubbing against his slacks, lazily drooling into his underwear.

Reaper rolls around onto his front, hips pushing into the tight circle of his fist. He grunts, eyes squeezed shut. He imagines Jack talking to his team mates as he’s filled with Reaper’s clutch. He imagines him hot and embarrassed and horny as he’s hard while chatting with Lùcio; moving discretely to feel the shift in his intestines when listening to Reinhardt talk.

Reaper grits his teeth, fucking against his fist, mind alight with all the possibilities.

Would Jack still be as hot and bothered if Gabriel decided to up the ante and make the clutch move? Would he grunt and groan and start jerking off in the middle of the living room, under everybody’s watchful eye as he is forced to have his clutch right then and there?

Gabriel grits his teeth, gripping his cock almost brutally hard as he jerks into his fist; fucking it fast and brutal; imagining doing it to Jack. Holding him down and grunt-fucking his hole; deep enough to nudge up against his own eggs.

Fuck him until he is bearing down, body confused and alight with pleasure; not knowing how to properly interpret the sensations and just instinctively trying to have the eggs.

The old Soldier is such a good vessel for them, too; he is so eager for the sensation of being impregnated; of having to be careful and protective of the heavy, inky black orbs.

He wants to show them around, wants everybody else to see what a good mommy he is – and yet, he is afraid to do so.

Maybe Reaper really should help him along with that. Creep around the corners of the room, and watch as Jack is forced into labor by him. Feel his intestines ripple around the eggs and himself as Jack gives birth to them… to him…

He snarls as he comes, balls clenching almost nauseatingly hard, jerking out thick, over-eager ropes of cum.

The thought doesn’t leave him afterwards, though. He can still feel them snug and warm inside Jack’s body. He needs to see it. He needs to…