6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Soldier76/Reaper – titfuck; titworship – Gabriel fucks Jack’s tits.

Jack’s tits are different to how they’d been when they were younger and less used. Gabriel would even argue that they are more delicious now. There are a lot more scars that glisten intriguingly when he smears his wet tip across them. There’s also a lot more hair.

As Strike Commander, Jack has been so meticulous about everything; most of all himself. Having him beneath him, hair sticking up at odd angles, chin scruffy and pale eyes unfocused is… good. Gabriel likes it.

He definitely likes how Jack unselfconsciously brackets his pecs on both sides and then pushes them together, the meaty muscle creating a tight valley that Gabriel fucks into a bit sloppily with a low grunt.

Jack’s chest hair is coarse and abrasive against the velvety skin of his cock, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Jack is looking down, staring at the cock slipping through the crease between his tits like it is some kind of godsend; then his brows crinkle and his gaze flicks up for a second.

“Do you have fucking scars on your dick, Reyes?”

Gabriel growls behind his mask, sharp talons striking out to grab at Jack’s thinning, grey hair. “Shut up.”

Jack snorts, back to eying Gabriel’s cock. He looks like he would like nothing more than to stick his tongue out and taste it some, but that’s not going to be happening any time soon. He’s not flexible enough anymore.

Still, he seems happy with watching Gabriel fuck his tits for the time being, keeping them nice and pressed together so Gabriel can watch his fill while he carefully fucks between them.

When it seems like Jack is not going to make any more smart remarks and is content sitting still for the moment, Gabriel lets go of the harsh grip he has on him, instead scratching the sharp tips of his claws with careful measure across the hard tiny points of his nipples; small and pale but still as sensitive as they’ve been when they were younger.

Jack arches, thin-lipped mouth going soft for the first time as it falls open, his belly trembling as he fights to stay still enough so Gabriel can keep fucking his tits – and won’t accidentally prick his nipples with the sharp claws.

“You can’t tell me there’s no one else that loves putting your tits through the wringer,” Gabriel purrs slowly, making sure he sounds as smug as he feels. “You’re old but in good shape, at least… Somebody has to like old whores.”

Now it is Jack’s turn to close up, face going tight and eyes slipping to the side while his pale face flushes dark pink.

“Shut up,” he murmurs. Gabriel laughs slow and delicious, like syrup dripping.

He lets his knees slide farther apart; gets himself closer to sitting down on Jack’s sternum; letting him feel his considerable weight without properly sitting down.

Jack’s face relaxes again. He stares at Gabriel’s cock; fat and substantial; the foreskin rolling back with every forwards thrust, exposing the shining crown of his dick. He looks pathetic enough that Gabriel rolls his eyes, hands slapping away Jack’s hands to squeeze his pecs together himself.

Jack immediately reaches for him now that his hands are free; one clamping across Gabriel’s dick to form a tighter tunnel; the other practically scratching his dick beneath the goddamn chin; looking like he’s close to cooing.

Gabriel flushes dark behind his mask, hips stuttering forward, ballsac dragging against Jack’s sternum.

Some things don’t change. Like Jack being in fucking love with his fucking cock.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Reaper76 – Alpha!Vampire!Gabriel; Omega!Jack; Marking; Denial; Frotting – Jack is an old Omega who wants his mate to finally bite him and give him eternal life. Gabriel, who can sense that Jack still has a lot of life in him, is happy with just teasing and marking.

Jack stretches, then curves his back down, getting his ass up against Gabriel’s hips, and his shoulders tantalizingly close to his mouth. If he could, he would wipe them against Gabriel’s lips, he’s pretty sure.

Jack is not subtle, and he’s been begging for a bite for months now. He’s hot for it; he wants it like a drug, but Gabriel finds that he is easier to control when he keeps him starving for it. He’s also old enough to know that instant gratification is rarely the most delicious option.

“Come on, come on,” Jack rasps. He’s so impatient as he fucks backwards, Gabriel’s big Alpha cock dragging between his cheeks and wetting his tailbone liberally with sticky pre-cum.

He wants it. Either. Both. If it were him, Gabriel would bite him as he fucks him; deep dicks into the creamy-soft Omega hole that he’s offering like a whore. Jack has no class, is too old to give any fucks about what young upstart Alphas would think about him, and that is the most delicious aspect about him: He says flat out what he wants. Demands it.

It riles Gabriel to deny him, even though his knot is hurting with a deep, uncomfortable ache and his gums are throbbing painfully.

“Do it,” Jack demands and Gabriel has enough of his games. He pushes him down, forcing his shoulders against the dusty ground of the abandoned warehouse, and keeps him pinned as he ruts against his ass, nostrils flaring, getting drunk on his delicious Omega scent.

“Fuck,” Jack grunts, vibrating. “Gabriel-”

Gabriel leans down and opens his mouth wide against the juncture of Jack’s neck and shoulder, but instead of biting down and finally giving the brat what he wants, he starts to suck hard.

As Jack groans and squirms vaguely, Gabriel can feel his blood rushing up, and taste it through the thin membrane of his skin. He loves Omega blood; it is fragrant and thick. Intoxicating like a good wine; and Jack’s even more so – an Omega just past his prime, still unmated, still so feisty.

“Bite me, come on,” Jack whispers, usually deep voice a bit breathy as he becomes desperate; Gabriel’s pheromones ramp his need up, his cunt probably already blooming open beautifully for him; presenting so nicely. Wanting a good fucking from the virile Alpha that has got him pinned and helpless.

Gabriel does not answer; instead, he pulls off with an obnoxiously loud pop and changes place to just a few inches farther up. He starts sucking a new mark just beneath Jack’s ear, and when Jack speaks next, he sounds weepy.

“Fuck me, at least. Give me your cock.”

Jack squirms as best he can, trying to work against his deep-seated Omega instinct to keep as still as possible to make the mounting and breeding easier for Gabriel, and Gabriel is unendingly amused by him.

Nobody shall say old Omegas lack the fire.

He pulls off the second dark mark he’s sucked to the surface, and obnoxiously laves his tongue across it. Jack is feverishly hot beneath him, and starts trilling low. With his voice it sounds more like the purr of an old, three legged street cat, but he’s still trying to entice Gabriel.

It works, to some degree. He gets impatient with his own teasing and reaches between them to guide his cock into the old Omega’s butter soft hole, but as he fucks him slow and easy, he still does not bite him.

Jack becomes lax beneath him, not caring about much past the fat Alpha cock spreading him open. He barely even reacts when Gabriel gently clamps his teeth around the back of his neck; just holding him like a kitten as he breeds him slow and deep.

He’ll bite harder when he comes; give him a ring of purple blue that he’ll not be able to see, but will give the message clearly to other suitors: This Omega is taken.

5th Batch of Ko-Fi fics: 2nd Fill

Jack/Gabriel/Jack – trans man Gabriel; double penetration; PIV; use of the terms cunt, clit, etc. – old Jack and young Jack double team Gabriel

Even as a young man, Gabriel had been built like a house. Jack had almost forgotten how substantial Soldier: 24 had been: wide shoulders, meaty pecs. Big, head crushing thighs. Gabriel has always been a force to be reckoned with, and next to him, his younger version looks almost scrawny.

He’s still got a big dick, though. Definitely enough to satisfy Gabriel between the two of them.

“G-Godda-… F-Fu…” The young soldier leans back on his arms, eyes squeezed shut as Gabriel sinks down on him while holding on to Jack’s shoulders and staring at him with wide, lovely brown eyes. “Tight,” Soldier: 76 whimpers, and Jack wants to snarl at him to get his shit together, but he can kind of understand it.

He remembers how little he got to fuck during SEP. He definitely remembers how tight Gabriel’s back passage had been, and how he’d thought his eyes would pop out of his goddamn head if his inner muscles squeezed down on his poor dick just a bit more.

Gabriel is quiet between them. The longer hair atop his head is mussed from Jack fisting it and guiding him into biting, desperate kisses. He is breathing quickly from the intrusion of the soldier behind him, but doesn’t look quite as wrecked as Jack would like him to be.

He grins with one side of his mouth, and watches Gabriel watch him. There is something calculating in the set of his eyebrows; a deep-set intelligence that never wavers, even when stuffed with cock.

Not enough cock, however.

Jack reaches down, fingers playing across the humid gash of Gabriel’s cunt. He gently tugs on the wet curls of pubic hair and watches Gabriel’s nostrils flare, his mouth going soft and open. He brushes the big knuckles of two fingers against Gabriel’s fat clit and hears the soldier behind him whine when his insides immediately pull taut.

“Ready for more?” he rasps and slides his fingers farther down; hooks them into Gabriel and presses almost mean into the spongy, hot walls. Gabriel jerks and grunts softly, but does not fight the treatment.

Jack watches him intently as he takes his dick and begins rubbing it along the wet spread of his labia, but he does not react much until he begins pressing the tip against his tender, barely used opening.

Gabriel does not mind getting his cunt used, but he prefers getting his ass spread on dick, and it shows.

He tightens his arms around Jack’s shoulders; leans himself on him as Jack slowly but surely pushes in until the swollen crown pops in and coaxes a little cry out of Gabriel.

He wishes he could just slam into him; have him sit until he can feel that lovely little cock drag against his coarse pubes. He has to go slow, though, with how overly full Gabriel is. He can feel his young counterpart’s cock pressed up against him; separated only by a small membrane that still lets him feel the thick, quick pulse of blood going through the soldier’s cock.

Gabriel is groaning low and drawn out, like a big hurt animal, and Jack rubs his cheek against his; drags big hands up his sides and then down again; feeling how his broad barrel chest tapers into a small, trim waist.

God, but Gabriel had been gorgeous. Still was. He can’t believe he’d even given him the time of day, least of all let him come anywhere near him with his dick. Jack slowly pushes in deeper; makes him spread around him and accommodate two big cocks; and for a second he thinks Gabriel is going to hyperventilate with how quickly he’s panting into his ear, the coarse hair of his pecs scratching against Jack’s chest.

“There you go,” he croons, eying his own younger face across Gabriel’s shoulder. He’s red and sweaty and looking like he’s hanging on by the skin of his teeth to not immediately explode in the tightening grip of Gabriel’s ass. “You love being stuffed like this, don’t you?”

Gabriel does.

2nd Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

Reaper76 – corporal punishment; handcuffs; dub-con – Jack and his guys routinely take time out of their day to repay themselves for a job well done. The more annoying prisoners are part of that payment.

(Jack is not as bad as he likes to think.) (Still be aware this is dub-con/non-con)

Jack takes his time tugging prisoner 24’s threadbare slacks down. Pulling them low enough to expose the man’s tight, big ass and the tops of his meaty thighs is close to a religious experience, and he thinks he can almost hear the groan of the guys behind the observation glass.

Prisoner 24 does not appreciate the treatment, however. There is not much he can do, chained to the table as he is, but he still tries to twist his hips away and kick out like a stubborn mule.

It is not Jack’s first rodeo, however, and Gabriel’s legs can’t go far with the ropes looped around his ankles and secured to the legs of he chair.

“You are all sick fucks,” Gabriel finally spits out as he realizes there is not much he can do to get away. His muscles are bunched beneath the fabric of his shirt. He is huge and muscular and Jack doesn’t think they’d ever had a prisoner that was so downright gorgeous.

“And you are all a pain in the ass. I think we deserve some… sugar every once in a while.”

He could worship prisoner 24’s ass for an eternity and never get tired of it. He kneads it and spreads it, staring at the tight, fleshy clench of his hole and fantasizing about how soft it would be cushioning his dick. He wants to kneel down and rim him within an inch of his life but the guys are watching and so he has to postpone that for another time.

Gabriel hisses and growls and spits, raging as much as he can with his limited options, but when Jack pushes in he arches his back and presents his ass all the same. Jack has never had a prisoner that has managed to sound like he is going to kill him the second he gets a chance while writhing on his dick like a seasoned whore, body trembling and perfect for him.

He gets a bit breathless, at least. His voice takes on a bit of a whine when Jack begins fucking him in earnest, cock pressing in deep and intrusive, lube dripping to the floor between their feet because he’s used way too much; but it’s better to use too much than too little.

He knows the others will be jerking it just about now. There’s not too much to see of the action the way Jack is bend over prisoner 24’s back and humping him like a goddamn dog, but Gabriel has been enough of a bastard to let them get off on seeing him taken down a peg anyway.

Gabriel is pushing back into him, pressing the meaty roundness of his ass into Jack’s sharp hipbones, mouth going open and eyes a bit soft and dazed as Jack manages to nail a particularly good spot over and over.

Jack wants to reach up and feed him his fingers; play with his slippery, pink tongue while he deep dicks him; but he does not trust the momentary quiet and likes his fingers to be where they are, thankyouverymuch.

He fills him up too quickly for his own liking; it feels like he is coming his goddamn brains out through his goddamn dick, Gabriel’s ass taking it all greedily – and when he steps back breathing hard and sweat pearls on his forehead, Gabriel is still rock hard and needy, his cock as massive as the rest of him, swinging heavy between his thighs while his hole is still gaping and shining with slick. Showing off those wet, warm insides Jack had messed up.

He doesn’t know if the guys are still watching, but he also just can’t let this go. He just can’t. So he falls onto his knees and pulls the prisoner’s dick back behind his thighs, awkwardly pinching his balls between the fat shaft and his taint in the process, but Gabriel’s weak question of what the fuck he is doing is drowned out by his gurgled shout when Jack noisily slurps the tip of his cock into his mouth.

2nd Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Reaper76 – hole in the wall; sloppy seconds – Jack cleans hole-in-the-wall Gabriel after a long day at work

This isn’t exactly Jack’s job. Originally he’s been hired to clean the facilities – scrubbing the floors and wiping down and disinfecting the equipment, among other assorted duties – but he thinks what he is doing now is not too far off the job description.

Those men offering themselves up through the holes… they are part of the facilities too, are they not? Jack has watched it happen long enough, after all. Customers coming and using them just as negligently as they would any of the urinals.

Not all of the employees get the special treatment, though. Only… Only one, if Jack is being quite honest. He finds himself loitering around his workspace most often. Watching that nice, plush ass hang out of the hole, thighs thick enough to crush a watermelon between them; feet on the ground. Always on the ground. This one has never used the stirrups bolted firm into the wall above his hole.

He likes to be on his belly as he’s getting used. Jack has stepped up the second the last customer has pulled out and zipped up, his hand touching the flank of the man sure and firm. He can feel the tremble, hear the muffled sigh on the other side of the wall, and swallows to get his dry throat wet.

He glances at the shining name plaque above the hole. Gabriel.

He’s seen him from afar, he thinks. Standing in the alley behind the business with some of the other whores, smoking and grinning about something. Devastatingly handsome and a lot older than he would have thought. Closer to his own age in fact.

He’s not entirely sure if it was him, though – it’s difficult to make the connect between the face and the ass he’s staring down at, hole fucked soft and sloppy, dripping cum down his taint and along his dangling balls.

Jack swallows again and licks his lips. He wishes this was his cum. His to lick out of that well-trained cunt; soothe the deep ache with his slippery tongue gently dragging against the raw walls.

As is, he takes the wet washcloth and gets to work on Gabriel. He never talks, but he is sure Gabriel must know who is wiping the cum away and cleaning his sac. Jack always is the only one working this late, after all.

His thumb catches against the swollen rim and Gabriel groans behind the wall, his massive thighs shuddering, muscles jumping as he shuffles his feet a few inches farther apart. Offers himself up.

Jack takes a deep breath and allows himself to dip inside, staring down at what he’s doing; jeans clad thighs almost pressed against the backs of Gabriel’s legs like he can shield him from any views like this.

His hand shakes when he pulls his thumb out and instead replaces it with two fingers. His mouth is open, panting, feeling like the worst pervert as he hesitantly fucks Gabriel on two fingers. The reaction is immediate – Gabriel straining and lifting his ass as much as possible with the restrain of the padded hole around his sturdy hips.

It squelches as Jack fucks him; the cum sounding nasty and wet as he tries to imitate with his fingers what he’d love to do with his dick; fucking into that fat ass that his haunting his dreams.

He pulls out once, stares at his hand in a daze as he scissors his fingers open and watches the mess spread in wet strings between them.

Gabriel whines behind the wall, though, and Jack goes back at it hastily, ears burning, feeling like the worst kind of pervert, but needing to do this. Needing to do it for Gabriel.

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 promised 1 fic of an older compilation

And it doesn’t get much older than the very first comp 🙂

Since today is easter, I thought the Oviposition fic might be just what everybody needs today

If you want to check out what other fics are in the compilation, you can find the post on it here with links to my gumroad where you can purchase it.

If you want to tip me, you can find my Ko-Fi here

other than that: please enjoy ❤

Reaper76 – Oviposition – Being A Goold Old Boy

Reaper is shaking his head in refusal, rubbing his forehead into the bedding. His shoulders are bunched tight and shaking, body gearing up for denial that never comes. It only takes Soldier’s large hand at the small of his back, blunt, broad fingertips rubbing into the clammy, sweaty skin, to calm him back down.

“Yes, you will be,” he tells him, gruff voice low, almost gentle for him – yet still very much no–nonsense. He watches how Reaper already struggles, rim pouty and constantly moving as he tries and only barely manages not to bear down on the three smooth ceramic eggs currently nuzzled within his guts. Every time the swollen rim flares open, Jack can see the dark grey bottom of the last egg he fitted into him.

He places his thumb squarely on the opening and pushes gently as the other hand rubs Reaper’s back, trying to soothe away his low, pained grunt. Reaper’s voice has considerably climbed in the last five minutes, sweat breaking out all over his back and sides at Jack’s calm announcement.

“I will give you one more egg. And then you will put on some nice, comfy clothes and go out. I want you to go and get a glass of water and stay where others can see you for four minutes. One for each egg you let me push into your slutty, needy ass.

You don’t need to talk to anybody. You don’t even need to look at them. I just want you to be a good, brave boy.

And when you’re done… then you can come back and we’ll take care of this.”

“No, please,” Reaper rasps. He sounds almost in tears; almost enough to make Jack rethink his demand. Still, as he begs, he angles his body backwards, presses into Jack’s thumb just to feel him jostle the heavy eggs already in his gut; making him feel swollen and bulky to the point where he thought he might not even be able to walk without a waddle. The thought of going out into the open like that makes his toes curl and smoke billow from between the clench of his teeth.

“You love this,” the Soldier tells him gently. He leans down, presses a fleeting kiss to the clenching, lube–wet muscle, and proceeds to wipe his lips against one round, plump ass cheek. He watches Gabriel shake his head in denial, shoulders pulling towards his ears, body trying to become thick, dark smog before he can make himself go corporeal again.

Jack smirks, hand fumbling for the last egg lying on the sheets. Even after all these years Gabriel had not changed. Seems not even death could make him any less of a greedy humiliation slut.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to admit it. You got me for that, right?”

He sits up again, the ball of his hand pressing firmly against the small of Gabriel’s back to prepare him for the new egg. Still, Reaper sounds panicked when he feels the smooth edge of the ceramic kissing up to his hole. He throws his head back with a drawn out grunt, body shaking and sweaty, rim flexing closed in denial, then blooming open greedily for more.

Jack waits patiently until that happens before asserting pressure, slow and consistent, his cock surging at the sight of Reaper’s rim stretching for the intruder.

“Naughty slut,” he murmurs practically absent minded. His free hand slides down, cups the tight swell of Gabriel’s abdomen and massages it lightly, voice pitched low, murmuring soothing nonsense as he makes Gabriel accept the intrusion.

He imagines he can feel it, too – the eggs moving within him, one pressing against his fingers… or maybe it’s just Gabriel’s muscles, iron hard and quivering, his cock hanging in an undecided half–hard state since Jack’s announcement.

He takes long after the last egg. Jack lets him move however he wants, which first is a slow, calculated collapse onto his belly, and then with a soft groan onto his side because he can’t deal with the pressure.

Jack cleans him with a wet rag, wiping the drool and tears of overstimulation from his face even though he is fussy, trying to pull away and growl. It morphs into a groan when it makes the heavy objects in his gut shift.

“Are you ready?” the Soldier murmurs finally, soft wide sweater and pants laid out next to Reaper.

Gabriel tried to ignore them, not even deigning to look, but now he is, hands slowly kneading into the bedding.

“I don’t know about this…” he mumbles, and Jack sighs with a soft, indulgent smile and leans down, hand rubbing across Reaper’s shorn scalp.

“That’s okay. You don’t need to know anything. You just need to do what I tell you, because you’re a little slut and you want me to. Right?”

For a moment, Reaper’s face contorts; he looks unhappy and stubborn, tears filling his dark, beautiful eyes even as his cock starts to get interested once more – and then it smoothes out and becomes practically serene, head turning so he can nuzzle into Jack’s hand.

“Yes…”

“Very good. Then get up and be a good boy. Four minutes. You can do it.”

.o.

Gabriel is shaking by the time Jack slowly guides him into a kneeling position, their grip on each other’s biceps white knuckled and bruising. There is a wet spot slowly, stubbornly spreading on the front of Gabriel’s sweatpants and Jack’s voice sounds rougher, barely even human anymore, when he demands: “Did they see that? Did they see what a nasty little slut you are?”

His eyes are wide, a little wild. He feels crazy and thinks he must look the part. Sound the part. Gabriel groans, knees crashing the last couple centimeters to the floor when his legs give out.

“Who has seen you?” Jack wants to know, voice a little lower, hand rubbing shakily across Gabriel’s shorn head, feeling the rasp of the stubble against his palm. Gabriel doesn’t want to answer – he is preoccupied with shoving weakly at his pants, trying to get them off.

“I need to… please… Jack I need to…” He has trouble speaking and concentrating. There is black smoke wafting in delicate tendrils from the corners of his eyes. His voice is hoarse like Jack has fucked his throat for too long and too rough.

He can remedy that – as Gabriel finally shoves his pants down to his incredible thighs, Jack fishes out his dick. His heart is beating so fast, he feels harried. Under attack.

“Have they seen what a slut you are? Have they seen that you’re a dirty whore that’s debasing himself just to get some dick?”

Gabriel is clutching at Jack’s hips. He is shaking more intensely now, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He grunts, bearing down, pushing at the clutch of ceramic eggs nestled in his guts.

When the wet head of Jack’s cock smears across his mouth, he opens it just the same, eyes opening, staring up helplessly at the Soldier. Letting himself get used.

Jack nudges his hips forward, drags the sensitive glans across Gabriel’s tongue and listens to the soft thump of an egg hitting the ground – watches the slight strain around Gabriel’s eyes – and thinks that he must be crazy; to stick his cock anywhere near Reaper when he was like this, mindless, straining, grunting, body caught on the sharp edge where it didn’t know whether the sensations bombarding it were good or bad.

But he was so very sweet like this, too; trying so hard to be open and receiving; letting Jack murmur sweet abuse at him and clamoring for more of the same treatment.

“Maybe I should let them in when I’m done with you,” Jack murmurs, belly feeling tight and hot and prickly. He feels Gabriel’s fingers spasm at his hips and his nails getting sharp and dangerous for a second. He plows on, listening to Gabriel strain, imagining his rim – slimy with lube, slowly stretching open farther and farther as he tried to deposit another egg: “Let them in and see you; curled around your little clutch of eggs. Let them have a look at your sloppy, fucked out hole. Let them know just exactly how you need to be handled in the future.”

Gabriel whines long and high through his nose; a weak whistle as he digs his sharp claws into Jack’s hips, pain licking up his spine and only adding to the heat of the moment as Gabriel jerks and shudders, his constricting muscles forcing another egg out while his cock drools thick globs of cum to the ground.

“Yeah that’s it,” the Soldier murmurs, hands holding onto Reaper’s head, fingers rubbing along the greying stubble of his skull. “That’s. It.”

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.

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

“Are you nervous, Jackie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With more and more of Reaper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants others to see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As long as Reaper wants them to stay.

.o.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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