6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

Reinhardt/Gabriel – shy anal slut; crushing – Reinhardt has met men like Gabriel before. Men that need it but don’t want to admit it.

Reinhardt can’t say he’s met a lot of men like Gabriel, but definitely enough to identify him exactly as what he is: too proud to ask for cock, but gagging for it anyway. He does not step out of Reinhardt’s overly touchy displays, for one. Stays and lets the older soldier slap his huge hand onto his back, keeping it there warm and heavy and grounding even though he scowls and tells him to cut it out.

He keeps close after cross division exercises, too, even though Reinhardt knows that they’re all very… ah… ripe smelling after a few hours in the gym. Gabriel will gravitate towards them without fail, standing close enough to feel their body heat, and to soak in how huge the members of the German special force are, even compared to him.

Reinhardt thinks that he probably likes to feel small for once. Maybe he would like to be held down, too. Kept put beneath Reinhardt’s huge bulk.

He watches the display for a little longer. Watches the blatant hunger in Gabriel’s face; how his lovely dark eyes become huge and lonely looking when he gets lost in his head while staring at the big Crusaders.

When he finally decides to act on it, Gabriel fights tooth and nail – which he suspected he might. It is not that he does not want it. He does, painfully so, cock hard and hot within minutes of them making out and Reinhardt leaning over him as he kisses him, making him tilt his head back and take what the Crusader gives him.

He does try to wrangle control back, though. He puffs himself up like a bird and becomes a bit aggressive in his nervousness. Claws at Reinhardt, hand too rough and businesslike as he paws at his crotch, trying to get at his cock.

But the second Reinhardt gathers his arms, folding them back to hold both his wrists captive in one large, warm hand, the fight bleeds out of Gabriel. It is like he’s waited for this. Just the smallest excuse to allow himself to submit without feeling like he did it on his own terms. Which is alright. Reinhardt can work with that.

“Brav,” he rumbles. “Dreh dich um. Ich geb dir was du brauchst. Hab keine Angst. Alles gut…” He urges Gabriel into position, rumbling soothing nonsense. He knows that the young soldier has no idea what he’s saying, but the tone of voice does it anyway. His eyes become glassy and soft as he follows sluggishly along with Gabriel’s gentle nudges.

He hides his face in his arms, the sweet thing, when Reinhardt crawls over him; but his hole is well-trained and responsive. Opening up beautifully beneath Reinhardt’s questing fingers.

Oh, this one has been playing with himself. Has he been squirrelling a toy away somewhere? Locked himself in the showers in the middle of the night to fuck himself on it? Fantasizing about those big German Crusaders filling his belly with cock?

Reinhardt watches him as he slowly pushes in, one large hand on the back of his shoulder, pressing him down. Gabriel’s ears are dark red. He pants quick and shallow, like he’s on the verge of hyperventilating; but when Reinhardt glances at his face, his mouth his open, lips wet and plump. He looks like he’s in heaven just from the tip of Reinhardt’s cock spreading him open.

He goes with instinct, then, and carefully lies down on Gabriel’s back. Makes him feel his massive weight press him down into the mattress while his cock slides in deeper slowly and inexorably. Gabriel makes a high sound that whistles weakly, then neatly arches his ass up into Reinhardt filling him, his back curving into a pretty little cup as he wordlessly urges him deeper, hole mouthing wet at him, insides squeezing down almost leisurely.

Originally, Reinhardt had planned to encourage Gabriel to seek out what he desires. Now, he feels selfish enough to just keep him for himself.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

Reinhardt/Reaper – daddy kink; lactation kink; kitty!Reaper – Reinhardt is fostering a rescue and spoils him with milk. (shorter because it is a 300 word fill)

“Kätzchen…” Reinhardt leans forward, extending a beckoning hand towards the doorframe where Gabriel is peeking out from behind the corner, ears pricked and apprehensive. “Come here. Come to daddy.”

When Gabriel stays where he is, staring at the large paw of a hand trying to coax him closer, Reinhardt switches tactics. He sits back, reaching over to the big jug of milk he has sitting on the table. That gets Gabriel’s attention, dark eyes focusing on the liquid as Reinhardt gently sloshes it within the bottle.

“Come to daddy, Gabriel. Here, kitty kitty – got a nice treat for you.”

He smiles quietly and satisfied when the big kitten slowly slinks into the room. Gabriel is a big tomcat, scarred and a bit rough sometimes, but Reinhardt can’t help but think he is the sweetest kitten.

He pats his lap, big enough for Gabriel to easily sit on, and leans farther back in his armchair. Makes himself comfortable as his pet comes closer; a bit reticent, ears folded back against his skull, but crawling up into his lap without a fuss.

“There you go,” Reinhardt murmurs. “Daddy’s got a treat for you, Kätzchen.”

He watches Gabriel’s eyes watch the bottle as he carefully tips it over, hissing as the cold liquid that dribbles over the lip of the bottle hits his chest and skirts his nipple that pebbles quick and pleasurable.

Gabriel swoops in immediately, his rough, hot tongue lapping at the wet skin, dragging against the little nub of Reinhardt’s nipple on accident.

“That’s it,” he grunts, trying not to fuck up against his kitten as Gabriel leans on him, one paw on his furry chest, nails close to pricking his skin to keep him in place as the cat keeps cleaning him off the milk.

More and more does Reinhardt drizzle onto his chest, body alight as Gabriel begins alternating between licking the treat away and grooming the thick hair on the old crusader’s chest.

He can be awfully affectionate if treated well; and Reinhardt plans on spoiling him rotten.

“you’re such a good boy” reinhardt/reaper please? <3

“You’re such a good boy.”

Reinhardt has to strain to nuzzle at Reaper’s cheek, big hand tightening around his thigh, keeping him close as he rocks into him from behind.

Reaper doesn’t have too much leverage lying on his side, but he still tries his best to get away when he hears Reinhardt cooing at him, the tips of his ears burning and his clawed fingers digging holes into the comforter.

“Shut up,” he growls. Reinhardt chuckles like it is the sweetest thing and rubs his bearded chin along Reaper’s shoulders. He gently nudges forward, pushing in deeper in a slow, unrelenting press that has Reaper groaning and wheezing, breath seemingly punched out by the mind boggling stretch of Reinhardt’s cock.

“Pretty little cocksleeve.”

Reinhardt glances down, watching the soft girth of reaper’s cock against his thigh; drooling out cum and making a mess out of everything; getting milked by the sheer pressure of Reinhardt’s massive cock pressing against his prostate and not moving more than a couple inches with the man’s almost lazy rocking.

“Letting me milk you like a good boy… You love it when I deny you your orgasms, don’t you?”

He kisses Reaper’s hot ear, eyes fluttering closed when that warm little hole clenches down tightly around him.

ohhh fuck yeah. reinhardt gets targeted by a thirsty ass gabriel who wants that fat lion dick so he lets reinhardt do his first time on gabe’s ass and gabe fucking melts and rein’s all ; w ;

well I thought of someone lovingly brushing all dat fluffy white hair in his asscrack to the side so they can get at his lil virgin ass but this is also so very cute???

.o.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open when he feels the fat, blunt tip first nudge, then push insistently against his softly gaping hole. His eyebrows furrow in concentration, cheeks heating with an excited flush when he hunches forward, one hand going between his thighs, fumbling with the thick, big cock he got to play with today – the one he’s been thirsting after for so long it felt unreal to be sitting astride Reinhardt now with the permission to stuff himself to his heart’s content.

His fingers dig into Reinhardt’s chest, trying to find purchase as he grits his teeth and bears down, tears shooting into his eyes when his rim starts to stretch, stretch, stretch and he’s nowhere near done cramming even just the tip into himself.

“Shit,” he whines, voice high and tight with exertion, thighs shivering, hips feeling warm and loose, as if filled with molten metal – and Reinhardt… he’s breathing through the whole ordeal, quick little chuffs from behind his hands as he shields his eyes – like he can’t bear the sight of Gabriel astride him, so very determined to get that big, fat cock so deep inside that it’ll feel like he’s fucking right into his belly, getting it warmed up for the creamy load Reinhardt was sure to have.

“Can’t believe this shit,” Gabriel says – whines – hips trying to roll downwards and smoothly take more, but stuttering to a halt just shy of actually doing so: Gabriel was just as nervous as Reinhardt, though for very different reasons. There was a giddy little bubble in his chest that was expanding and making it harder and harder to breathe.

God, he wanted that fat cock like nothing else. Wanted to feel the burn…

“Look at me, come on,” he grinds out from between clenched teeth, wet rim mouthing on the swollen tip. Reinhardt grunts and shifts his thick fingers, peeking at him from between.

“You are… s-so very brazen, my friend,” he rasps. He lets Gabriel pull his arms down by his wrists but prefers to look to the side, a hot flush to his cheeks.

“This is so… lewd.”

Yet his cock throbs and flexes once, pushing up more firmly against Gabriel’s hole – and both of them groan deep in their chests.

For the possible ficlet prompts- Indulging in the whole Reinhardt/Reaper edging idea. (never enough content for my favorite knight)

They both were staring down between their bodies, watching how the dark, wet tip of Reaper’s cock peeked out of Reinhardt’s slick fist before disappearing again.

Gabriel’s mouth hung open, breath soft and panting, eyes huge as he watched with morbid curiosity as the big, slick fist move on his dick; let the tip emerge to the cold air of the room, fleshy foreskin pulled back for the sensitive glans to be on full display.

Every now and then, shimmery drops of pre-cum shivered on the slit. Reinhardt hummed at the sight, thumb sliding up and above, swiping the moisture away. Gabriel could just watch helplessly, forearms on the old man’s shoulders.

Sitting on his broad lap like this was making the experience even worse; Reinhardt felt like a solid, living furnace, close and unrelenting, one tree trunk arm slung around Reaper’s hips to keep him as close as possible.

There was no way past him. He was surrounding him fully, large and impenetrable, and unfailingly gentle as he drove Gabriel to insanity.

“Let me come,” he grit out, hips rocking up into the fist, balls feeling painfully sensitive and swollen.

“Later,” Reinhardt promised, good eye carefully watching Gabriel’s face. As he stares, he starts playing with his foreskin – tugging on it, pushing it back over the tip, rubbing it through the skin with insistent, small circles of his thumb.

Gabriel’s eyes widened, breath pushing from him in a forceful grunt. His hips lift, in a helpless buck, arms sliding to grip Reinhardt’s shoulders.

“Fuck. Fuck!” he growled, voice high and a little watery, balls pulsing and ripe. He can’t help but reach down and hold them; cup them towards his body as if that would help the lust bubbling through his belly and crawling up towards his chest. His hips felt dangerously lose and hot – so eager to finally start hunching into Reinhardt’s slick fist and fuck it like a pretty cunt.

“Hands back on my shoulders, Schätzchen,” Reinhardt reminded him, hand leaving his cock suddenly and without warning; leaving it to bob free and sad in the cool air. It looked painfully swollen just as his balls, long and thick, drooping under its own weight to nudge beneath Reinhardt’s belly button and drool liberally into the grey, thick tangle of hair growing there.

“No… fuck.. fuck you,” he whined, hand clenching tight around his balls, breath coming in shuddering, pre-sob gasps. His eyes were stinging, throat pulled tight. He knew he’d be able to come if he were to fuck into Reinhardt’s bush. He didn’t need a lot at this point. The warm, humid tangle of hair would be enough. Just rut against him and cream his pubes; snuggle his cock up to the large dick resting heavy against one huge thigh.

Fuck, he was so close.

“Gabriel…”

He did sob, then; tears of frustration in his eyes, nose starting to run as he bit his lips and furiously kept his tears at bay as he finally took his hand off his balls and placed it back onto Reinhardt’s shoulder.

“Very good. I think a few more, and then we’ll go to bed.”

Gabriel clenched his eyes shut, breath shuddering out of him, belly feeling tight and hot. He knew he had lost the privilege to come for tonight.