Tag: pregnancy kink

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

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-”

Hawks’ face twists into something like agony as he comes, pumping hot cum over his fist, and Endeavor can’t do anything but stand there, impotent with rage and confusion, and try not to squirm with how shamefully wet he has gotten.

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.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo – service top McCree; Breeding kink, Pregnancy kink – Hanzo wants to get pregnant and Jesse is just happy to help

I’ve left it mostly open to whether it is an ABO verse or something else. you can let your imagination run wild 😛 

The muscle of Jesse’s bicep is jumping as he braces himself against the bed with one arm, eyebrows furrowed in concentration to keep himself up and not smother Hanzo while simultaneously curling his other arm carefully around his hips, mechanical hand splayed across his lower belly as he carefully tugs him up into his hips – and onto his cock.

Hanzo groans beneath him, already wrecked sounding. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles in his back playing as he moves. His fingers slowly curl into the bedding, hips canting back of their own free will, ass cheeks squishing against Jesse’s hip bones as he stretches himself luxuriously beneath him and takes his cock deeper like it is just an afterthought.

Jesse closes his eyes and grits his teeth, swallowing down the first jittery impulse to fuck in deeper. He releases the breath abruptly and looks around until he can spot the firm, triangular pillow which he fishes closer a bit clumsily and carefully navigates underneath Hanzo’s hips.

“‘S good?” he mumbles; he can’t help how his cock is flexing in Hanzo’s slick, warm grip, but Hanzo seems to love it, purring and damn near yawning.

“Yes. It is acceptable.”

Jesse blows out another long breath and lets his head hang forward, the tips of his hair tickling Hanzo’s nape as he starts up a slow, experimental rhythm.

Slow drag out, until he can feel the resistance of Hanzo’s clenching rim against the flare of his tip, then back in; just as slow and just as deep, the hand not bracing him grabbing at one ass cheek to pull him open farther. Let him get in deeper.

The deeper the better, he thinks, body hot at the thought of breeding Hanzo up. Getting his cum deep into his belly right where he needs it to work it over into something new and exciting.

Hanzo groans beneath him, not as sleepy anymore now that he has a cock in his belly that is stretching his rim wide. He shuffles his knees apart helpfully, seemingly come to the same conclusion: the deeper the better.

The sooner his belly would start swelling, tits growing sensitive and a bit plumper. The sooner McCree breeds him up like an animal, the sooner he can fuck him while he is pregnant, those big paws of his doting over his large, swinging belly.

McCree is making almost no sounds as he fucks; his big barrel chest expanding in deep, labored breaths which he expels in a way that’s almost violent sounding as he fucks slow and deep and meticulous, his balls hot and big and full feeling whenever they gently swing against Hanzo’s perineum.

Hanzo closes his eyes and curls his toes. He likes the thought that McCree has paused his service for anybody else in order to collect for him. He likes the thought that McCree probably wants nothing more at the moment than to hold him down and deep dick him in rough, grunting thrusts, but holds himself back in order to give Hanzo what he desires.

Most of all, he likes the thought of McCree pumping him full and his body to start working with his thick cream. It is a wish come true and from the way McCree’s eyes had started glinting, cheeks going ruddy red with an eager flush as he’s told him – practically commanded him – to breed him up, he thinks it might have been one for McCree as well.

sooooo…. dragon-hybrid Genji breeding human Zenyatta up and beanpole Zen having a big round belly? please? pregnant sex????????????

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Warnings: consensual somno (but consent is not mentioned), trans Zenyatta, PIV, masculine terms used for Zen’s genitals, knotting, monster cock, pregnant sex

He shivers into consciousness, bleary-eyed and confused. The sheets beneath him are damp and too warm, the blankets tossed off in his sleep. His confusion lasts only a moment as the heat swells in his gut, and he clenches his thighs against it. Zenyatta realizes sweat isn’t the only thing staining the sheets.

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