7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

Reaper/Soldier76 – continuation of this fic – omega!Reaper; alpha!Jack; erotic birth – (surprisingly aggressive) alpha Jack tries to help omega Reaper through birthing his first pup.

(Jack got a bit away from me and is a bit aggressive in the middle but he can reign himself back in towards the end aödklfjaösdk)

Jack has a de-ja-vu slipping into the breeding cell and watching Gabriel immediately bare his teeth at him. It’s happened this way already, he remembers. That first time they’ve been let to one another; when they’ve been allowed to mate and breed.

He remembers how much respect he’s had of the Omega’s white, strong teeth. They don’t look anything less vicious now. He’s in a nest again, on the far side of the room.

There’s a little trail of scraps of cloth that leads from the hatch where the supplies have been dumped into the room and towards the nest on the other side. Gabriel must not have had the energy to go back and get those last little pieces. It has to be difficult to move around with a belly so massively swollen, and while the Omega is still baring his teeth and growling so deep Jack can feel the fucking vibrations in his legs, he goes and picks the last scraps up.

They’ve seen each other a few times since; once or twice a month to let them socialize, and Jack had felt like he and Gabriel had something good going between them – a friendship, at the very least – but now the Omega looks like he’s close to attacking him.

It’s the pregnancy, he knows. Gabriel can feel the pup shifting in his belly, getting ready to come, and he is antsy and weary because of it. Jack wonders if the feeling is only exacerbated because Gabriel is usually a frighteningly independent creature.

He skirts the edges of what is just-about acceptable for the Omega, watching how delicious he looks with his big belly; listens to the low growling trills he makes when the pup shifts and unintentionally presses against a good spot, and he does not even try to hide how hard it gets him.

He strips for the Omega’s viewing pleasure. He shows off his body. Shows Gabriel how gorgeous and strong he is, and Gabriel turns his head away and scoffs, but his eyes trail towards him again, anyway. His cock is hard, showing his Alpha how very much interested he is despite his rough demeanor.

Jack wants to loll his tongue; wants to taste Gabriel in the air. Maybe jerk off onto him and rub it into his belly. Make it clear for everyone who this Omega belongs to; but getting his dick anywhere near him now would be suicide.

So he bides his time. He has no other choice but to wait… but when the Omega starts whimpering and bearing down, he is on him; needy and overwhelming his mate as he crowds into him and forces him back; pushes his way between his massive, head-crushing thighs, and pins him down. He is as concerned as he is greedy, and a part of him is horrified at how he exploits Gabriel’s moment of weakness, but his body’s instinct is clear, and his cock is painfully, painfully hard.

Gabriel roars at him, tries to get a bite at his bicep, but he can barely move now that he is on his back, and his aggressive, predatory growl soon morphs into a pathetic whimper, his body suddenly tensing, then relaxing.

Jack is right there, purring, greedy, fucking his cock against the crease of Gabriel’s leg. Overwhelming the Omega more as he uses him while he is giving birth.

The horrified little voice in the back of Jack’s head is persistent, but negligible. Gabriel is whining underneath him, the aggression bleeding out of him as he bears down a second and third and fourth time. His arms come up and curl around Jack’s shoulders, pulling him down, holding on for dear life and making him feel like he’s going to break one of his ribs with the pressure he exerts on him.

Gabriel is a massive Omega; thick and muscular and strong – especially so when he’s giving birth, it seems, hole stretched impossibly wide around the pup, his cock still so very hard and needy, looking tasty enough that Jack wants to suck it into his mouth. Instead, he can only curl his hand around him and give him gentle little pumps while he and the pup do the work; one bearing down and the other wriggling its way into freedom.

Jack wants to mount him when it is over. He wants to slide into his sloppy hole and feel how raw and hot his insides are. He wants to fuck him while he’s over sensitive and helpless, but the need slowly wanes the longer he is feeling how Gabriel shudders and struggles; all those alienating aggressive urges mellowing down until he is slowly licking at the sharp cut of Gabriel’s jaw, grooming his goatee and purring a deep, calming Alpha growl at him to keep him nice and soothed.

Sooner or later, Gabriel will find back to himself and probably bite at Jack anyway; chase the Alpha away so he could take care of the pup until the doctors come to give the medical attention needed.

Beneath him, Gabriel suddenly makes a low, gurgling noise, his whole body convulsing, nails digging into Jack’s back and scratching him up something fierce while Gabriel shudders through what the Alpha realizes dazedly is an orgasm. At the same time, he can hear the pup make a first, enraged little sound.

Jack shudders. If he had a tail, he would have wagged it.

2nd Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

Reaper76 – Breeding kink; ABO – SEP breeding program gone right… (~320 words)

The Omega has been a feisty one; growling even out of his nest in the corner, showing sharp, white teeth as Jack came a bit closer, but now he is a lot more friendly – even if it is just to Jack’s cock.

He knows the other soldier vaguely, knows his name is Gabriel, but they haven’t had much to do with one another. Which is going to change now, after the scientists decreed that they were perfect matches.

Jack has never had an Omega as big and muscular as Gabriel. He is a wall of beef and looks at him weird – with a vague sort of pity – when Jack tries to nudge him into position and doesn’t manage to budge him one bit.

He is already presenting all pretty, but the wrong way around; his upper body lowered just so he can rub his face against Jack’s dick and tickle him with the thick goatee and moustache he has.

When he does turn around – after a suckling parting kiss to the tip of Jack’s straining dick – it feels more like he is doing him a favor. The serum does a lot of good for this particular Omega, it seems. Even in heat he is level headed. Snarky. Full of fire as he patiently lets Jack mount up before bucking like a goddamn colt just because he can.

He is an asshole; and Jack is in love.

He gives it to him hard and fast, and Gabriel takes it easily, his ass big and meaty and cushioning the punishing thrusts as he croons and trills like an Omega right out of a fucking porn film; but throaty and deep with a clicking cadence to it that scrapes up Jack’s spine and seems to massage right into him. A slave to this Omega’s whims.

The scientists must be on to something, after all.

7th Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

I’ve been asked for Alpha!Gabriel submissively pissing when he’s knotted by Alpha!Jack :3 hope you likey

When they’ve been younger, there has never been a problem with them sharing close quarters. They were both big, both very much Alpha, but Jack can’t remember a time they ever postured or became aggressive towards each other.

Now, things have very much changed, it seems. He watches Gabriel through the thick glass of the containment chamber. Prowling. The nanobots are in constant motion, creating billows of smoke that engulf his old friend as he mindlessly slides along the walls, the floor, the ceiling, looking for the smallest crack through which he could escape.

Even through the thick security glass he feels like he can smell Gabriel; the musk so thick and alien that it agitates Jack. He can feel his hackles rise, but only when he realizes his hands are curled into big fists does he turn around abruptly, looking towards Lúcio sitting behind a desk and fiddling with a big loudspeaker. His brows are pinched as he works, Tracer handing him tools as he asks for them.

“You done yet?” Jack grunts, then clears his throat when Tracer frowns at him, and checks himself, forcing his shoulders to relax and step closer towards them. “My apologies,” he mutters, then asks in a more civil tone: “How are things going?”

“Done in a few,” Lúcio answers. He hasn’t even looked up. “Just a tweak here and there and I’m pretty sure I can break through the frequency that makes those little nanobots go crazy.”

Jack nods, gaze drifting towards Gabriel who is scratching against the walls of the containment room with sharp, otherworldly claws.

.o.

Lúcio is as good as his word: minutes later, he starts setting up the loudspeaker proper. Angela has joined them to monitor the progress, her face looking about as tense as Jack feels.

Lúcio glances at them, waiting for Jack’s curt nod, then he flips the switch.

.o.

Gabriel can’t walk out of the base’s premises as long as Lúcio and Winston are tinkering on a portable device to jam the signal, but he does not seem to care too much about his involuntary confinement.

He seems docile. Mellow.

Jack watches him move about in sweatpants and soft looking hoodies, his scent spicy and thick and warm like a good aftershave; no longer as metallic and oppressive as the stink his agitation in the containment cell had made him nauseous – and Jack wants him so badly it hurts a bit.

There’s grey in his goatee and mustache, and Jack finds himself stopping in a doorway, just staring at the mess of greying curls on top of the other’s head. Gabriel never used to allow himself to grow his hair out.

Seeing him like this; moving his big, broad body slowly, without urgency – seeing him be quiet and content with the fact that he is not being controlled by an outside force for the first time in years…

It is doing things to Jack. Things like wanting to settle down in his old days. Wanting to curl up around Gabriel and pump him full of cum; get some nice, strong puppies in his belly – and that one is just plain silly, given the fact that they can’t even get kids.

Gabriel is similarly docile at first when Jack finally can coax him into his bed, but there soon is a fire of defiance burning in his dark eyes when Jack tries to roll him into his belly and mount him; easy as they’d done years ago when they were young and hot-headed.

He bites at him, then, teeth blunt and pulling up bruises at his shoulder and the swell of his bicep. Jack grunts and twists away, belly growing hot with need and excitement. Gabriel watches him like a snake; unblinking and intense.

He is lying on his back, but there is not a single submissive line to be seen in his body, and Jack shudders from head to toes, hand curling around Gabriel’s throat, thumb stroking along the strong line of his jaw.

“And here I thought I had a little pussycat in my bed,” he murmurs, “You’ve been purring so nicely for me.”

Gabriel snorts, but lets him tilt his head farther back. Jack can feel the motion of his Adam’s apple against the rough plane of his palm.

“Wanted to see what you would do,” Gabriel murmurs slowly. He stretches beneath Jack; slow and leisurely, and Jack’s gaze follows the motion downwards. He finds himself staring at the scarred expanse of unshielded, vulnerable belly – and then at Gabriel’s cock, big and thick, lying there in its nest of grey-and-black curls.

Jack can smell him; thicker than earlier. Spicy. Alpha. It makes his mouth water. He wants to lick Gabriel’s balls and sniff at that warm, cozy space behind them. Get dizzy on his Alpha smell like he’s done so many times when they’ve been younger.

Gabriel has other ideas, though, it seems; he suddenly twists, muscles bunching and tensing, grabbing Jack and curling him around – trying to make him submit and mount up in a motion that fell just-shy of playful.

Jack, in turn, begins to struggle, grunting low, adrenalin pumping – and just like that, they begin to fight for it.

They’re quiet, mostly; only their harsh breaths puffing out into the still room as the bed creaks ominously beneath their massive bodies, twisting and turning; trying to get the other beneath them just as much as they drag their wet cocks along whatever patch of skin they can find.

By the time Jack manages to pin Gabriel beneath him, his quickly fluttering belly pressed against Gabriel’s hot back, they’re both out of breath and sweating. The room is sticky with their pheromones; everything stinking of two big Alphas exerting themselves.

Jack goes nearly cross-eyed from it. He’s not used to anything anymore, it seems. His cock is pushing between Gabriel’s cheeks and he uses it to slowly hump against him.

Gabriel, as ever, takes the loss in stride. He is purring again; deeper – like a rusty engine. Almost reluctant, it seems.

“Get on with it,” he murmurs with his soft voice. He brings his knees beneath him somehow – lifts his ass up and Jack with it in one swoop. “I’ve needed cock so badly…”

He sounds like it, too. A bit weepy, almost. Jack bites at the back of his neck while he gets his bearing; gets up onto his feet in a mating press because there’s no way he could go easy on Gabriel now.

“That so?” he grunts, “Just any old dick?”

“Your old dick,” Gabriel relents after a second or two. He is panting; what little Jack can see of his dark eyes is glittering. Maybe a bit maliciously so, because when he finally starts pressing in, Gabriel suddenly bucks once more.

Whether it is instinct, or simply Gabriel’s capricious nature, Jack has to hold him down with a firm grip, growling deep in his throat as he makes the other Alpha take it. Gabriel bares his teeth at him, though only for a moment.

When he feels it – the burning slide and deep, satisfying stretch – he becomes almost sweet on Jack. He claws at the pillows, mouth open and lips wet against the fabric. He curves his back and lifts his ass like any good Omega would, and Jack squeezes his eyes shut; can’t believe how deep he can reach like this.

They fuck like this for… he does not know how long. There are no clocks anywhere; he is driven by the smell of the other Alpha; by his insides rippling wet and suckling around his cock, cushioning him sweetly the longer he deep dicks him and makes his body accept the unusual intrusion.

But eventually they become more restless; he can feel his orgasm approaching slow and relentless, his spine feeling hot and near liquid as he fucks; sharp and deep and powerful. Gabriel seems to feel it, too: he squirms, clenches around the big Alpha cock; makes soft, near hurt sounding noises in the back of his throat.

“You’re so good like this,” Jack murmurs roughly, hand reaching for the back of Gabriel’s neck; curling around it and holding him secure and still against the bed. “I’m gonna knot you,” he tells him as calmly as he can. Assured. Gabriel will not refuse, he knows.

He can feel Gabriel shuddering mightily beneath him; hears a reedy little whine simpering on a drawn-out note before Gabriel closes his eyes. Shuffles his knees a bit farther apart. Readies himself for it.

When Jack shoves in deep and rough, he smells it just a couple seconds before his knot swells quick and relentless, stretching the other Alpha almost brutally: the sharp smell of urine.

It almost dampens the delirious rush of orgasm, until the world seems to tip a bit, and it does the exact opposite.

He can hear Gabriel whimpering beneath him, eyes clenched shut, mouth still open and wet.

In a partly obscured mirror, Jack can see what is happening: Gabriel pissing a strong, unrelenting stream as he gets spread open on another Alphas cock; made to accept him. Forced to take every single inch and hold him warm and cozy until the swell lessens enough to pull out.

Gabriel pisses submissively, and it is enough to keep his orgasm going; balls pulsing a bit painful even after he’s already pumped Gabriel full of cum.

The room is reeking, and Jack loves it. His big hands are clumsy when he pats at Gabriel’s shoulders. His back. Strokes through his sweaty hair.

“Good. So good,” he murmurs with a mouth that’s gone a little numb like the rest of him. “God, Gabriel… So good…”

My fic for @oricalcon for their stunning work on my Halloween compilation. It was so good working with them T.T

Please enjoy some ABO action with old Alphas Jack and Gabriel, and Jack being absolutely in love with Gabriel’s knot.

“You’re stinking up the place, Jackie-boy… love my cock so much?”

Gabriel is practically purring, leaning back on the old warehouse crate that creaks dangerously beneath his heavy body; muscles dense from the super soldier program and him being an Alpha.

Jack grunts low, flicking up pale eyes to throw him an impatient, unimpressed gaze. He doesn’t deign to answer even though Gabriel’s assessment is so very accurate: the small warehouse is thick with Jack’s excited pheromones, wafting almost visibly from his big body curled small and tight to fit in the space between Reaper’s massive thighs.

“It’s okay,” Reaper murmurs, clawed fingers carding slow and self-indulgent through the Soldier’s thinning, white hair. “I know how much you missed playing.”

He missed it too, of course, but… but.

Jack doesn’t seem to be listening to him much, anyway. His eyes are heavy lidded, staring into nothingness as he snuggles with Reaper’s half-hard cock, rubbing the tip against his cheek until Gabriel’s toes are curling in his boots and an involuntary growl is stuck in his throat from Jack’s perpetual stubble scraping against the sensitive, tender skin.

“Fuck… Jackie-boy,” he murmurs, head falling back and thunking against the wall. His hips want to move, fuck up into the loose grip, but he keeps himself under control, wide chest heaving as he scents the air. His mouth floods with saliva as he smells Jack, thick and spicy, laying over the back of his tongue until Reaper has to pant beneath his mask, open mouthed and needy, every inhale infused with the other Alpha.

His body’s confused reactions only work to heighten his lust; adrenaline pumping as his instincts want him to fight the other Alpha when in reality he just wants to lean back and lazily fuck Jack’s throat like he knows he can; like he knows they trained hours upon hours back in the SEP days, crawling all over each other and learning each other’s dick.

Jack, however, seems to have other plans. He is pressing little distracted kisses against the growing cock in his big, gentle hands, but he is not paying too much attention to the tip slipping from the silky foreskin as Gabriel’s cock thickens.

When he glances down, face hidden behind the mask, he can see how almost… sleepy Jack looks. For once, his face isn’t drawn into tight, agitated lines – rather he looks relaxed, purring deep and rumbling in his chest as he drags his tongue in long, wet laps against the other Alpha’s thick cock.

He acts almost like he wants to soothe an agitated Omega; as if he has to calm them with the low, non-aggressive growls, and it unexpectedly warms Gabriel’s heart. His claws become a little gentler against Jack’s scalp, his own growl answering as his muscles grow a little warmer; a little more lax.

An old, dusty warehouse is not an ideal location to have a nice, lazy fuck, but if Jack is willing to pretend, he is too.

They rumble at each other, big bodies vibrating as Jack keeps travelling down towards the base of Gabriel’s cock; and it takes him a lethargic second or two to realize what is happening: for his brain to parse the information that is Jack’s tongue probing curious and mischievously against the soft, painfully sensitive skin that would swell up quick and dirty into a knot.

He chokes on a growl, knees jerking, clamping around Jack’s wide shoulders, a pathetic jip stuck in the back of his throat.

His fingers curl tight into Jack’s thinning hair, staring down at the content, sly expression on his scarred face, and he can’t help but pull lips back from his teeth, impatiently shoving his mask up and out of the way to let Jack see his sharp fangs.

“Oh,” he rumbles, hand twisting, forcing Jack to tilt his head so he can press his wet, cheeky mouth against the tender base of his cock. “That’s how it is, Jacky-boy? Want to play dirty? Damn…” Jack’s tongue had flickered out, dragging against that special place just beneath his knot where it was thick and fragrant with pheromones. He could see Jack’s face go lax, his cheeks growing hot red with an excited flush as the taste and smell crawls down his throat and sets his Alpha body on fire. Gabriel can’t manage to bring up even a dredge of shame at the juvenile excitement and small whimper slithering free.

“Yeah… yeah, let’s play dirty… fuck.”

.o.

He feels weirdly young watching Jack cowering between his thighs and mouthing at his almost shyly swelling knot. There is an element of thrill to it; of having another Alpha pay such intense focus to it, mouth open and wet, teeth so close to the sensitive, flushing skin.

His cock is dragging across Jack’s face, smearing pre-cum against his forehead and the bridge of his nose, but the old Soldier doesn’t seem to mind too much. His eyelids are fluttering delicately as he scents the air with his mouth open subtly, pale cheeks flushed a dull, nervous red.

He is just as flustered about his actions as Gabriel is. They aren’t quite looking at each other, growling low and gentle in their chests while Gabriel gently rocks his hips, pressing his tender knot against Jack’s mouth.

It feels so… it feels so dirty, so illicit; shockingly more than actually mounting another Alpha; holding Jack down and feeding his body a big cock.

“You want my knot, Jackie?” Reaper murmurs, toes curling in his boots, fingers carefully curling around his shaft to squeeze it in supplication because he feels like he is going to explode soon if nobody is going to pay attention to the weeping head soon.

Jack growls again, sharp and aggressive this time, pale eyes flicking up as he leaves his peaceful nuzzling of Gabriel’s knot in order to bite at his fingers. It is obvious he reins his temper in only barely, the pressure of his incisors gentle but firm as they clamp around one of his knuckles.

“Woah there,” Gabriel murmurs, heart stuttering in his chest. He knew how possessive Jack was of his cock – remembers how feral the Soldier had gotten in their youth, practically nesting atop his fucking dick, not letting him touch even when Gabriel was about to claw his way out of his skin with overstimulation.

He hadn’t thought Jack would still… even after all this time…

“That’s all right, Jackie-boy,” Reaper murmurs, carefully losing the grip on his cock, a whine stuck in his throat as it pulses in need. “It’s yours… I know how much you love dick… damn, Jack…”

The aggressive pinpricks of Jack’s pupils slowly dilate again as he watches Gabriel’s hand retreat. He hums low, licking the underside of the fat shaft a few times as if making sure to mark it up with his own scent once again before diving back down.

Gabriel’s knot is swollen enough now to let Jack’s mouth, wet and cherry red, clamp around it and suckle, tongue so eager, dragging across the tight skin until Gabriel’s eyes roll back in his chest, the nanites in his body making him feel like a hive of agitated ants are under his skin.

His body is so very confused – not only having another Alpha pay such close, loving attention to his cock, but also that the same Alpha is coaxing his knot into swelling even before his orgasm.

Leave it to Jack to be stubborn enough.

He looks goddamn out of it when Gabriel glances down, face slack as he suckles on his knot, rumbling low in his chest but ending on small, near Omega-like whimpers every time. His stubbly chin pressing against Gabriel’s skin again and again, hurting enough to keep him on edge, a low growl constantly vibrating out of him.

Part of him wants to bite; force Jack back into submission and get his teeth around his throat. Make him lie back and show his belly and show that he is acknowledging Reaper as his superior Alpha.

Wants to get the sharp, painful rasp of his stubble off of his knot and the silky skin beneath.

The crate is groaning dangerously beneath his weight as he forces himself to calm down. To sit back and enjoy how Jack is lavishing attention on him, his thick Alpha smell oppressive and domineering in their little bubble.

“Wanna fuck you, Jackie-boy,” he rumbles, head back, staring at the ceiling as he feels Jack pop off his swelling knot with a wet, obscene sound. There are tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of his eyes. He feels near delirious but can’t help constantly scenting the air; layering a new coat of Jack onto his tongue.

“I wanna fuck your throat. Tie your fucking mouth since you love my goddamn knot so much. Wanna hear you suffocate on my dick. Wouldn’t even gag, would you? Trained that out of you so long ago…”

Jack is watching him with sly, intelligent eyes. Reaper doesn’t even need to look down to see it: he can feel it on him like a touch.

His knot his half-swollen and out in the cold air, pulsing with blood, and when he scrunches his eyes shut, there are more tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, body so goddamn confused just because of Jack who coaxed him into this nervous half-state of arousal and need.

“You want to come, Gabriel?”

Jack’s deep, rasping voice is a shock to the system; even more so than the hand around his shaft, holding on firm, almost a bit mean, with a blunt, calloused thumb pressing into his frenulum in a way that makes Reaper choke and see stars.

“Want to show me your pretty knot, Gabriel? Want to show me how nice and fat it can get?”

Damn… Damn… he wants that. He wants that. He’s whining like a much much younger man, needy and pathetic, claws ripping at the wood of the crate as Jack starts jerking him with sure but jerky motions, his short fingernail scratching once – maybe on accident, maybe not – against the tender folds of skin beneath his glans. Gabriel can’t help his body convulse at the sharp, confusing burst of pain, belly clenching, hips jutting out towards the source of pleasure-pain, mouth open and panting with his tongue near lolling, drooling liberally at the thick Alpha pheromones in the air.

He wants to knot for Jackie. Wants to show off how big and hot it becomes.

There’s a mouth at the base of his cock, wet and merciless; sucking at the confused half-swell of his knot as his hand is jerking him off, tight and a little dry even though his dick is trying so very hard to get everything nice and slick.

His balls feel painful. Swollen. A swelteringly hot presence between his trembling thighs, trapped in his pants.

“Show me your knot, Gabriel,” Jack murmurs, his deep voice scraping along Reaper’s nerves – and he can’t help but obey; submissively whining and following the other Alpha’s orders; cock jumping and flexing in his grip as thick cream pulses out in long, forceful splashes, Jack’s goddamned mouth still on his goddamned knot, not giving him a second of reprieve as he coaxes and cajoles, begging with suckling, painful kisses for it to swell for him –

and God, does it swell, thick and fast; painful in a way that takes Gabriel’s breath and thrums through his body. He can’t even tell whether it is a good kind of painful; he can only tell that his cock is still jerking out pathetic dribbles of cum, balls aching, his whole lower body an open, needy wound that Jack is nursing on like a babe; groaning low and snuggling his face against the knot he’s so obviously in fucking love with.

Gabriel thinks, head back, staring panting and out-of-it at the high ceiling of the warehouse, that if he had been a younger Alpha – if this had been the first time he knotted, he would have pissed himself and never tried to knot anybody ever again.

He grins at that thought, one hand blearily pawing for Jack and clumsily carding through his mussed, thinning hair.

“Goddamn, Jackie-boy… never knew how much you loved knot,” he slurs, feeling how Jack finally, blessedly lets go of suckling and kissing and licking the fiercely pulsing organ.

“Figured I’ve waited long enough,” Jack murmurs, head on Gabriel’s thigh, smelling so goddamn satisfied that it strokes the Alpha’s ego even though he hasn’t been allowed to touch much.

“Hmmm that we have… how about you come here and let me see how pretty you can knot for me, then?”

Jack chuckles low and rasping, joints cracking audibly as he clambers up unto his feet with a groan.