3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Reaper/Balderich/Crusaders/Reinhardt – ABO – Omega!Reaper and Alpha!Balderich show the young Alphas the ropes. ~1000 words

There’s nothing of the bravado or arrogance to be seen in the Crusaders when the third Alpha gets bucked off embarrassingly easy and has Gabriel’s teeth at his throat a second later.

They watch in a gaggle of huge, meaty bodies, eyes big and round and slacks straining with awkward erections from watching Commander Reyes presenting and getting mounted by the more cocky Alphas in their division before subsequently throwing them off and showing them how easily he could have ripped their throats out.

They’ve done something wrong in their whole approach; it’s the only reason for the Omega denying them, because when there’s not one of them trying to mount up and breed him well, he looks delicious and approachable and like he wants nothing more than getting his belly filled with a nice, meaty cock.

There’s a sly gaze he throws over his shoulder seconds before lowering them to the ground; lifting his hips again into the air. He is still wearing workout pants but the Commander’s ass is a thing of legend and the young, potent Alphas of the Crusader division don’t need much prompting anyway.

Their cocks lift quick and needy like well-trained pups, but now they are not so sure anymore about how to approach the delicious Omega.

The tense silence is broken by their own commanding officer’s sudden, booming laugh. Balderich stands from his lazy lean against one of the tables along the walls of the gym and comes closer, clapping the first of his Crusader’s on the shoulder and rubbing away a tear of laughter with the other with the other hand.

“We are lucky you lot are not needed for any honeypot missions. Sit an Omega down in front of your noses and you have no idea how to handle them and devolve into blubbering idiots.” The sting of the words is taken by his good natured laugh accompanying it as he makes his way towards the Blackwatch Commander who has merely turned his head lazily where it’s resting against the mat and is watching the advance of the new Alpha with as much unconcern as the past three times.

The younger Alphas shift, their sullen expressions brightening somewhat as they follow the proceedings; eager to see their commanding officer fall into the same trap as they have.

As is, it doesn’t come as expected: the closer Balderich gets, the more prominent some sort of noise becomes until they recognize it for what it is – the rusty, grating purr of Reyes whose face loses all those sharp, mean edges and becomes soft and welcoming.

They can’t figure out what the difference is. Balderich is just as big, just as imposing as the rest of them, yet when he crouches down next to Reyes and puts one paw like hand against his neck to hold him down gentle but unrelenting, the Omega just groans and goes sweet for him, twisting mildly just to feel the restraint that keeps him pinned.

“There you are,” Balderich croons, free hand tugging on Reyes’ sweatpants; exposing his naked ass to the room, spreading his cheeks so the young Alphas can have a look at what a well-used Omega hole looks like; dark and soft and glistening with a bit of slick that Balderich massages into his skin with two big sausage like fingers.

Reyes groans, squirms and reaches back, helpfully spreading his ass for the old Alpha. The young Crusaders shift, cocks still hard for the pretty Omega, though still intimidated by his earlier bearings.

Balderich glances at them as he slips one fat finger into Reyes, seemingly on second thought; clinically like he’s done it a million times before. Maybe he has. The Omega goes stiff at the intrusion; visibly bears down and holds absolutely still for the faux breeding. So very well trained.

“Wilhelm,” Balderich suddenly barks, and after a second of stillness, Reinhardt slips out from between the other young Crusaders, blue eyes a bit glazed. A gorgeous Alpha; painfully pretty, almost.

“Come here. You’ll all get your turns…”

Reinhardt stumbles forward, practically led by his dick, and after a nervous look at the Omega, then at the commanding Alpha’s calm, stoic face, slowly crouches down.

“Here. Feel him. You need to be good to an Omega; and they’ll be good to you.” Reinhardt hesitates, but when Balderich moves, pressing down against the glistening rim, he springs into motion and slides one of his own fingers alongside, face going a dark shade of pink as Commander Reyes groans low and drawn out into the floor at the feel of two fat fingers stretching his hole.

Balderich stays where he is, holding the Omega down with gentle relentlessness. Soon enough, Reyes starts to purr again; interspersed by choked sounds of pleasure as young Alpha after Alpha steps up and gets to finger him; feel their first Omega cunt suckling and wet and hot and oh-so-welcoming cradling their fingers.

They are fascinated; enamored with the pretty Omega that purrs for them and lets them finger fuck him until they’ve milked him off all his cum; have him cry out hoarse in overstimulation as the last person pulling out makes him orgasm dry; the sensation along his swollen, puffy rim enough by now.

Balderich’s face is brick red but he is laughing, his big hand still on the Commander’s neck; squeezing gently, thumb rubbing back and forth.

“I think this first lesson was a success,” he says, voice a little quieter than his usual boom. A little hoarse.

He tilts his head towards the door, commands them to go hit the showers. Only Reinhardt sees for a second as he turns around before slipping out, how their commanding officer slips behind the fucked-out Omega.

4th Ko-Fi Fic Commisson :)

I have been asked to continue this fic with Omega!Hanzo getting serviced by Alphas Balderich and Reinhardt; Reinhardt getting them good sloppy seconds :3

“Look at you,” Balderich croons, fat finger moving slowly, trying to slip deeper when Hanzo’s silky insides are clamped down on him and don’t let him move even a bit. “Hübscher, kleiner Omega…”

Hanzo shudders, electricity prickling down his spine and ending in a spark at his tailbone. He instinctively lifts up into the sensation, eyes going thin and needy as the movement makes the fat finger slip out of his hole and leaves him open and wet for a few seconds before the muscles try to close up again.

“This one likes being praised,” Balderich comments. Hanzo can feel the indulgent chuckle through the hands he has braced on the soldier’s massive chest more than he hears it. He stares at the rugged face of the man, feeling him tap the broad, wet fingertip against his opening, and jerking mildly every time it connects.

The other Alpha, big and blond, shifts and makes the floorboards creak once more. His mouth is open, obviously tasting Hanzo’s sweet pheromones on the air, but he’s been keeping his distance dutifully. Respectfully.

Hanzo squirms and lowers his upper body; shows everyone who wants to see the warm sweet space between his thighs as he starts rubbing his face against the big brute’s thick, uniquely shaped beard. It is just as soft and silky as it looks.

Hanzo wants to groom it with his tongue like a cat. But more so he wants the broad finger back where it belongs.

“Schau wie gern er das hat, Reinhardt…” Hanzo’s mouth falls open when he feels the finger slowly round his cunt, then starts pressing in once more, wriggling its way inside in a way that makes Hanzo’s cock flex and get liberally wet at the tip.

The young Alpha chokes on air and steps a bit closer. Hanzo does not know what Balderich has said but it seems to have been some kind of allowance because the other slinks around them, close enough to feel the sick, feverish heat radiating off of him as he takes a place behind Hanzo.

When he twists around to see, the young Alpha is staring at that sweet little muscle he so desperately wants to spread on his cock, but isn’t allowed to – yet. He is such a beautiful specimen, too… Hanzo can’t help but preen, feeling powerful and in charge of these massive Alphas as he stares at flushed cheeks and the wide, supple mouth hanging open, lips wet and inviting.

His jaw is broad; looking like it would make a perfect seat, and Hanzo thoughtlessly tries to turn around and crawl towards him, though he is hindered – not unkindly – by the click of a tongue and two frying pan sized hands holding him put.

“AAhhh,” Balderich sighs, one hand sliding up and twining Hanzo’s hair around his fingers, then pulling back slow and inexorable until Hanzo’s throat is bared to him. “Du magst Schwänze, hm? Don’t you worry… I have just the thing for you… I’ll make sure you’ll be… ah… voll.”

Hanzo shudders, toes curling and belly tightening with anticipation and dread in equal measures. He watches as Balderich reaches down towards the pants he is still wearing – heavy, dark green garments – and can’t help but start purring once more when the big Alpha begins, without a doubt, to finally get his cock out.

He jerks, mildly, when another pair of hands very gently closes around his ribcage, long, thick fingers splaying to touch as much of him as possible. He becomes a bit light headed at just how much that is.

“He sings so sweetly,” Reinhardt whispers, voice a little rough from longing. “Pretty little thing is purring so hard he’s practically vibrating.”

“Just for us,” Balderich murmurs, and leans up to press tickling, wet kisses along Hanzo’s jaw. “Pretty Omega knows when he’s about to get a treat.”

Hanzo’s nose twitches when the opening of Balderich’s pants is signaled by a thick waft of his smell; warm and spicy and hitting Hanzo somewhere deep and soft in his belly. It makes him want to roll over and submit to the Alphas; makes him want to purr and lap at whatever they offer up to him.

Makes him want to be fucked full of their big, strong pups…

Balderich is chuckling indulgently again, one finger scratching beneath Hanzo’s finely groomed goatee, then taking his lolling, drooling tongue between the tips of two fingers and tugging playfully at it until Hanzo is whining and arching.

“Come back to us, Liebling. I want you here every step of the way when we play with you.”

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Hanzo is sure the whole village must have heard him by the point that Balderich holds him still and secure, grunting low and heartfelt as he pumps him full of cum.

There is simply no way nobody has heard his love cries as the Alpha bred him deep, spreading him like nothing else has done before, cock fat and heavy and hot like a brand deep in his belly, kissing up at all those secret spaces and marking him forever.

He knows, deep and instinctual, that no other Alpha will ever be able to breed him as good and deep as this German soldier; that he’ll forever feel the warm, unsatisfying glow deep in his guts where he’s only been fucked once and never again.

He’s not been knotted – he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to take the swelling of it, even if he begged for it – and when Balderich carefully pulls out, it is accompanied by a lewd, wet squelching and the unstoppable flood of creamy cum dripping from Hanzo’s red, abused hole.

He whimpers, lowering his upper body, towards the broad chest he’s liberally scratched up during the mating – for once not preening and gloating and purring as the dull burn makes him realize that there is no way he’ll close up any time soon.

His cock feels stuffed full, swinging between his thighs, untouched but so very wet. He thinks he might have come sometime during the mating but he is not sure anymore. His head is swimming.

He mindlessly licks at the Alpha’s chest; grooming Balderich who chuckles soft and breathless.

“Now,” he mutters and Hanzo has no idea what he’s talking about – until he does. He cries out, soft and weak and melodious, unsure himself whether he is singing for that new Alpha that steps up behind him and rounding the puffy muscle with the blunt, fat head of his cock, or whether he is protesting him.

They are shushing him gently, their big hands stroking his vibrating body.

He feels whiney when Reinhardt pushes in slowly, carefully, and there is no real resistance anymore. His toes are curling, face heating up when the young Alpha behind him grunts low and satisfied and places a gentle, guiding hand at the small of his back.

“There you go… Taking all of me without a fuss. You’re so soft and hot inside…”

Hanzo is mortified, but his insides are liquid and needy; everything seems so soft and far away; Balderich crooning and stroking his sides as Reinhardt starts moving gently, fucking him with little thrusts that barely register in his overheated system.

He’s thought he’d never again feel an Alpha dick him as deeply as Balderich has, but here it is again: Reinhardt’s cock feeling like a fat, hot replica to the dick that he’s just played with, sliding deep through the mess left inside him and filling his swollen insides so completely it makes him all weepy.

He presses his forehead against Balderich’s hairy chest, feeling how hot the skin is after he’s scratched him up something fierce during their mating, and listens to the wet, filthy sounds of Reinhardt mounting him.

He can’t believe that he is still hungry for it; that he can hear the thick, creamy cum of the other Alpha froth out of the sides of his hole, pressed out by the Alpha ramming him, yet still be greedy for more. Another load. Another warm, thick load deep in his belly.

Hanzo’s muscles have capitulated sometime during Balderich’s breeding, simply fluttering helplessly around Reinhardt’s cock without offering any real resistance. If the Alpha is disappointed with the unresponsiveness of the little fuckhole he’s breeding, he does not sound like it.

Hanzo still purrs for him, at least; chirping little sounds of a pleased, satisfied Omega, his teats going hard and needy when Reinhardt laughs softly, then responds in kind: a low, rumbling purr that shudders through Hanzo and almost makes his teeth clack together.

God, but the German Alphas are well-trained, if even this young, upstart specimen can be so gentle with his Omega – especially with his rival still just there, Balderich humming and touching and petting, looking so very at ease with the whole situation.

“Wunderschöner Omega,” he is crooning, fingers playing with Hanzo’s dark hair, obviously unconcerned with the fact that Hanzo has started drooling onto his chest again. “Einfach atemberaubend.”

Hanzo is purring like an engine, low and steady as he crawls all over the huge Alpha he had found on his vacation in Europe. The little village he and Genji had stepped into on random was full of rain and grey clouds but he quite liked the quiet, sleepy atmosphere.

There is nothing quiet about the soldier’s stationed here, however. They are… huge and Hanzo wants them on a deep, visceral level that makes him almost dizzy.

Naturally, he has them as soon as he can get Genji interested in one of their lady soldiers, his brother’s eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store as he sees the female soldier, just as huge and hulking as the other Alphas in her special division.

The Alpha he is scenting all over, rubbing his sleek body against without a shred of embarrassment, is barely daring to touch him. Hands of the size of frying pans are fluttering across his shoulders, arms, the small of his back, rubbing rough fingertips across his skin fleetingly before pulling back again quickly.

The agonized creaking of the floorboards to his right makes him turn his head, watching as another of the huge soldier’s comes closer. He is a gorgeous specimen; more streamlined handsome than the one Hanzo is marking up at his possession, but just as much Alpha as the one Hanzo is sitting on. Balderich he had said, but Hanzo couldn’t quite get the soft, throaty sound at the end right. The other one’s name was just as much a mouth full and he had immediately decided he wouldn’t even try.

They are toys, after all. He’ll have to leave them behind when he and Genji decide they’re bored and want to keep travelling.

“See something you like, Alpha?” Hanzo purrs, knees angling outtward, spreading his thighs for the large man to see the wetness between them.

“Oh yes… yes, I do,” the blond Alpha enthuses, eyes so very blue and sweet that Hanzo wonders how old he is. The thought of this huge Alpha being younger than him has a thrill running down his spine, the small of his back curving into an inviting little cup as he angles his ass up, following the electricity along his nerve endings.

Showing himself off.

He is still purring invitingly; an Omega courting all the Alphas in the vicinity with low, throaty sounds. Amorous.

Balderich is touching him again; a little more sure this time. His English isn’t as good as the younger Alpha’s but Hanzo quite likes to listen to him murmur; likes the way the words sound as he whispers them to him with a reverence that lets him know he is being pampered and cherished.

“So ein zartes Geschöpf… Hübscher Omega…” And while he is crooning at him, curling one finger that’s as fat as a sausage underneath Hanzo’s chin to scratch at the well groomed beginnings of a beard, the others slip between his cheeks gentle but sure, pressing a broad fingertip against Hanzo’s slick, swollen opening.

Hanzo mewls, stretching into the touch, face slack and satisfied at the beginnings of the insane stretch that was promised. Another creak distracts him, makes him look toward the Alpha that’s been creeping closer, mouth a little open, cheeks flushed – but holding his distance around an invisible barrier.

“Don’t you like me, Alpha?” Hanzo whines, bracing himself on Balderich’s wide chest and pushing himself up, chest squished invitingly between his biceps. “Don’t you want to touch me?”

“God, I do…” the pretty Alpha groans and steps closer, breaching whatever unspoken line they had drawn, and immediately Balderich shifts beneath Hanzo, his growl deep and ferocious and all encompassing. It vibrates through the Omega’s fingertips and up his arms, almost making his teeth chatter together as the formerly docile old Alpha bares his teeth at the other, finger pushing into the creamy soft insides of the Omega with a rude force that makes Hanzo’s breath stutter and his purr peter out for a moment as his toes curl and his insides alight with pleasure.

The younger Alpha grows pale, taking a quick step back. He looks chastised even though he still stares at Hanzo with blatant hunger.

Hanzo feels on top of the world. He’s had Alphas fight for him before, back in Hanamura, but never ones like this: huge creatures that look like they would wreak havoc if they crashed into each other like landslides.

Like they could snap Hanzo’s back if they were just a little too lenient with their strength.

“You’re not allowed to touch,” Hanzo gloats, lowering his upper body and rubbing his face teasingly against the rough, curling hair on Balderich’s huge, scarred chest. His hips are still up, rolling gently into the fat finger fucking him and making him see dots in his vision.

The forlorn, punched expression on the young Alpha’s face makes his cock jerk, dribbling messily into the thick, generous trail of hair growing out of Balderich’s navel and vanishing into his tight pants. Hanzo is the only one of them completely naked, but he’s never felt more in charge than when watching a young, upstart Alpha want him so bad he’s stinking up the place but not daring to put a finger on him in fear of another more competent pack leader.

“What a pity, Alpha…”

Hanzo makes sure to let him see the swollen ring of his hole, dark pink and needy as it suckles at the thick finger fucking him. He stares right into the young Alpha’s face as he mewls for Balderich and rubs himself all over him; is sweet and docile for the old, scarred Alpha that’s downright ugly next to this gorgeous specimen-

but the young Alpha doesn’t dare step any closer, and lets himself get willingly ridiculed by this little foreign Omega.