9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McCree/Reyes – Omega!Reyes; Alpha!McCree; pregnancy kink; lactation kink; mommy kink – Reyes is heavily pregnant and Jesse can’t even pretend he’s not deeply into it.

(not a lot of feminization in there, sorry… couldn’t fit it 😦 )

Jesse tries to be unobtrusive about his obsession, but he is fairly certain that the whole base has figured out at that point how very enamored he is with Commander Reyes – especially since it has become so obvious that Commander Morrison’s enthusiastic breeding attempts had taken.

They’ve been chosen by scientists; the perfect pair producing the perfect offspring, but Commander Reyes does not *behave* like a taken Omega… understandably so, maybe.

It makes it more difficult for Jesse to accept that maybe – very probably, in fact – there will never come anything off his obsessive interest.

He’s flubbed the last few training exercises majorly just by being distracted by Commander Reyes’ huge belly. It is stretching the black fabric of his sweatshirts obscenely, and Jesse can’t help but fantasize about it.

Mounting up behind him, arms curled around his middle as far as possible, fingers splayed… just touching his large puppy-filled belly…

Or curled around his stomach like a much younger man, just inhaling the soft pheromones and dozing away, feeling safe and cared for and loved…

Disturbingly enough, both scenarios give him a needy hard-on. He can’t help it. He just… can’t. He thinks of how round Gabriel is; always has been, with big strong muscles that cover any hard ridges and bones; and he feels… comforted. Needy. Feels like he wants to be a good boy but also deep dick him until he’s a mess.

Suddenly, the door he’s been walking up and down in front of hisses open. He startles. He hasn’t even realized he’s been walking a trench into the floor in front of Reyes’ office. Reyes stands right there in the doorframe. He’s in nothing but some shorts and a tanktop that looks, quite frankly, obscene on his frame right now.

His arm is up, bracing himself against the frame, showing off the thick dark hair underneath. Jesse’s mouth goes dry. He does not consciously make a sound, mut he must have because Reyes’ dark eyes go all soft while still being a bit annoyed.

“Come.”

Jesse follows helplessly, cheeks bright red underneath his scruff.

.o.

Reyes’ pectorals have always been big and juicy, but now they’re additionally swollen with milk. The closer Jesse noses towards his nipples, the sweeter the smell becomes. His belly clenches and his cock flexes, the tip slipping gently against his own belly button. He’s never been so desperately horny before. His cock aches. His balls ache.

His jaw hurts with the need to suckle, but he does not dare to-

“Do it.” Reyes’ hand comes up behind his head, palm gently cupping Jesse’s skull. He presses him against his breast while Jesse’s mouth opens, panting quick and desperate against the sweet smelling skin.

“Sir?”

“Don’t ‘sir’ me. You’ve been hot for it for weeks. Now do it.”

Jesse squirms. His tongue snakes out, dragging across the buttery soft skin of Reyes’ nipple.

“What about Morrison?”

“What about him? ‘M still my own man…”

Jesse does not look up at him. He mouths almost shyly against the nipple offered to him. Gabriel grunts above him, then sighs deeply, his full belly pressing against Jesse smooth and warm. Jesse’s arms carefully, uncertainly curl around Reyes’. He presses a kiss against the milky niple. He can taste it against his lips. Only a couple more weeks until the pups will be there.

Jesse takes another deep breath, then latches on. He suckles clumsily at first; a bit too hard with too sloppy a seal. Reyes grunts, his fingers spasming against Jesse’s skull. A bit of milk dribbles down his chest and gets lost in Jesse’s beard before he properly latches on and nurses in earnest; a few deep pulls that have streams of milk explode against the roof of his mouth and the back of his tongue.

He nurses until there are black spots dancing in front of his eyes from lack of oxygen. Reyes has to grab him by his shaggy hair and pull him away; force him to take deep, rattling gasps of air.

He gently shakes him by his grip like he’s a wet dog and watches his face intently.

“You’re pretty into this, aren’t you?”

Jesse feels weird. All soft around the edges. Dizzy but in a good way. Reyes’ voice feels like it is coming from far away.

“Mommy…” he whispers, and almost tenses but the grip Reyes has on his hair slackens mildly and his face, when Jesse finally does look up, is curiously soft.

He reaches up his other hand, thumb tracing the shape of Jesse’s milky mouth.

“Yeah?” he mutters and Jesse nods slowly, staring at him, mouth dry. “Alright…”

He guides him back against his chest. Jesse latches on, less desperately this time. More deliberate. He gets a better rhythm going; manages to suckle and breathe without having to pull off.

When he does, eventually, just to switch sides, he nuzzles between Reyes’ pecs… tits… and purrs: “Mom…”

His knot feels swollen and tender but the need to mount Reyes has abated somewhat in favor of nursing. He feels like he could come just from that. From needily drinking the milk designated to the puppies.

“Good boy, Jesse,” Gabriel finally murmurs, one hand tickling the back of Jesse’s neck, the other reaching down; curling against his painfully hard dick, fingertips massaging the swell of his knot.

Jesse bucks, stars exploding in front of his eyes. The Omega’s smell is everywhere, enclosing him like a blanket. He’s never been so intimately close to one before.

Reyes knows how to touch him. Knows just how hard he has to grip at his knot to make him buck and come in downright painful spurts, his face twisted in agony as feverishly hot cum splashes against his belly… and against Reyes’.

It looks obscene, really; part of him being unsure about seeing his claim on an Omega that has been impregnated by another Alpha.

Reyes does not seem to have the same qualms, his voice deeper and husky as he mutters: “Think you can go again? Got such a pretty knot on you, Jesse…”

Jesse squirms again. His tongue is out; he kind of wants to lick his cum off of Reyes’ belly. He nods obediently.

Reyes purrs.

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.

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.

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.

I tried writing A/B/O but I’m still bad at it södflkjasdflajfb practice makes perfect and all that jazz… it’s also not quite what I wanted to write in the first place

~~I wanted there to be a lot more non-con breeding fantasy for Jesse~~

Jesse had just wanted to… he doesn’t know what he had wanted to. Maybe check up on his boss; just make sure everything was alright. Be a nuisance until he got so deeply under Gabriel’s skin that he got wrestled to the ground again and have all of that heavy, fragrant body pressed to his back.

Something like that. He had forgotten about his vague original plan the moment he had set foot into his boss’ rooms and caught sight of him on his bed; naked and sweating and just on the fine edge between looking fucked out and in unimaginable pain.

“Oh fuck,” Jesse murmured against his palm, hand cupping his mouth, feeling the rough bristles of his beard (the one he started to let purposefully go out of bounds because his team mates were constantly teasing him about trying to look like his idol Reyes).

Reyes was half on his side, one leg pulled up to give himself room to work his fingers into his slick hole, but he didn’t look like an Omega that had a damn good time; he looked like a big, rough, battle hardened warrior that was close to breaking down into tears; eyes open but hazy and dull; belly fluttering in the quick, pumping breaths of an animal in pain.

“Boss?” Jesse asks softly, voice rough and cracking. He takes a wobbling step closer.

.o.

Jesse has a nice cock; long and thick with an ample bush for anybody to get lost in if they wanted to nuzzle into it – but still, it was sleek, and when his boss sees it, he throws his head like an agitated stallion, a fine spray of sweat droplets fanning out from the motion.

He grunts – whimpers – but still struggles up onto his knees, angling his ass up into the air; bowing his back until it looked painful. Offering himself up. Presenting.

His hole is a dark, secret space between his cheeks, beckoning Jesse closer until he can’t help but crawl over him, heart pounding in his chest fast enough to make him nauseous.

He’s only been with an Omega once, and they had been out of heat – and Jesse thinks he has to watch out otherwise Reyes will rip his dick off and use it as a toy until he can prowl down an Alpha that can help him the way he wants.

Jesse noses at the nape of Reyes’ neck and receives a harsh growl as reward. He rears back immediately, chastised; cock nudging against the dripping, feverishly hot hole. Sinking into Reyes is like fucking into liquid iron; he almost thinks it must have to hurt; that he should be howling, but all he does is grunt way back in his throat, lifting onto the balls of his feet – really climbing up onto Reyes’ ass to breed him like a dog on the sidewalk-

Breed.

Jesse’s mind stumbles across the word, trips him up enough that he forgets to fuck for a second, until Reyes yowls beneath him, his whole body shivering in the throes of his passion-pain.

Jesse’s brow furrows, his hips going loose and warm; starting up a shallow rhythm that is designed not to leave Reyes’ body for more than a couple inches.

The Omega seems happy with it; almost purrs, stretching, the stone-hard clench of his belly softening ever so slightly beneath Jesse’s pawing, sweating hand.

Breeding. He’s going to breed Reyes. Nevermind that it is not possible; that both of them are on contraception – he’s going to breed his Omega commander up; get him fat with his young so everybody can see.

He’s gonna fuck him deep and good until he can deposit his cream right where it’s needed; where Reyes’ body can start working with it.

He doesn’t word any of those thoughts; head still carefully held to the side, not trying to flirt out a bite again.

He’s helplessly submissive to the Omega, but a Beta can still dream…

But what if experienced Omega Reyes grudgingly letting virgin Alpha Lúcio in on his fat ass and trying not to let it show how much he’s enjoying it, trying to be the calm and collected older man and give pointers to the kid? Meanwhile Lúcio making a racket of the most eager little noises and whimpers to the point people think he must be an Omega himself playing at being Alpha because KID WHY.

yooohooo. lil heads up: Lúcio obvs is far above the age of consent but Gabriel calls him a ‘kid’ a lot. Just his way of talking about Lúcio. nothin’ else.

“Buenos días.”

Lúcio blinks at Gabriel, hands going slack on the equipment he had been fiddling with. His music isn’t loud, but he takes his headphones off anyway.

“Uh…” he halts, blinks again, watches Reaper’s disdainful glance around his bright happy room with frog ornaments plastered to the walls and hidden away in nooks and crannies. Reaper had never set even one foot into his rooms; not that Lúcio can remember.

When Gabriel turns back to him, face going even darker with his scowl, Lúcio jerks himself out of his stupor and throws him a large, easy-going grin as he gently puts the booster he had been working on down. “Buenos días,

Señor Reaper!”

Reaper bares his teeth and growls at him. Lúcio smiles back, placidly, easy going – happy. It is enough to startle the Omega out of the aggression display and turn away to ostensibly check one of Lúcio’s posters.

“It’s your lucky day, kid.”

“Yeah? It is?”

“Yup. You’re gonna help me out.”

Lúcio’s brow crinkles, eyes tracking the way the Omega holds himself; carefully stiff in a military rest.

And then the smell hits him; warm and… and… and soft. Ripe.

“Oh,” Lúcio hums, heat exploding in his chest and settling warm in his belly. “Me? Are you sure?”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up. He looks like he found something unpalatable beneath the sole of his boot. He turns his head away pointedly and sniffs once.

“’s’pose so.”

“Awesome. Wow, I mean… wow.” Lúcio stands up hastily and practically bounces over; sudden excess energy making him want to put on his skates and drive a few high speed rounds along the edge of the coast. “I’ll do my best,” he promises.

Reaper glances at him – sees the dimples of the Alpha’s easy smile, the pretty brown eyes looking up at him with so much honesty it hurt – and nearly retracts the offer.

In the end, he doesn’t – and that’s what counts.

.o.

It shouldn’t be good.

It shouldn’t be so fucking good.

The kid had no idea what he was doing (oh dios he knew it exactly even if his touches were still so tentative, so unsure, so afraid to hurt the big, sturdy Omega) and yet Gabriel felt like he was combusting in slow motion.

Like the slow kindling ember in his belly was starting to roll out into all his extremities and just working away at him as patient and thoroughly as the little Alpha behind him.

“Gorgeous,” Lúcio crooned and Gabriel wanted to snap – literally – until the he finally let the Alpha in his blood loose, but couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. Instead, there were warm, insistent hands on his hips and he could feel his body easily obey; back dipping down, hips tilting up further into the slow, deep mounting.

He was presenting to a little virgin Alpha and he wanted to crawl into a hole and die in shame. It was supposed to be him, wrecking Lúcio; taking his juicy sleek cock and letting him pop his ripe knot; leaving him a fucked out drooling mess while Gabriel went and hunted for the next victim…

And now he was kneeling and fucking keening into the floor like one of these simpering idiot Omegas; the one out of bad romance novels and romcoms. The ones that were demure and needy, looking towards their Alpha for any little scrap of praise.

He was a total fucking mess and all because Lúcio had been so endearingly clumsy and thorough. Kissing Gabriel unabashedly, dipping his cheeky little tongue right in and rumbling low and encouraging in an approximate imitation of a proper Alpha growl. It had worked, though; the soft, low trilling in the back of Lúcio’s throat – getting Gabriel to relax and go pliant; let sweaty, nervous, eager hands gently navigate him around just like the young Alpha wanted.

He was letting himself get fucked like he wasn’t a good head taller than this young virgin Alpha.

“No, no, no,” he was panting against the floor, drooling and needy, hole fucked soft and open but still trying to gently clench around the Alpha’s cock to make him keen for him.

Lúcio was so… vocal. Unabashedly singing out his happiness with his Omega; letting the whole fucking base know how much he liked deep dicking Reaper; mounting him and breeding him with easy thrusts of his slim hips, whining beautiful and loud.

God, but the kid sounded like an Omega.

His hands were everywhere; stroking and petting and just holding on to Reaper’s wide hips as he gave him what he needed; let him feel the promising smooth swell of his knot a few times before he started grinding in deep; waiting patiently for his knot to swell even further maybe a little too early, but obviously loathe to make him hurt.

“You feel so good,” Lúcio rasps, leans forward and rubs his hands down the eager slope of Reaper’s back – and Gabriel can’t fucking believe that this was happening.

Owned by this happy-go-lucky virgin Alpha.