Category: Allgemein

Step into the dojo

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Uhhhh……oops? My hand slipped?

{Warnings: Doomzo, Hanzo get’s wrecked™, semi-public sex}


Hanzo is sick of meetings, sick of following around in his father’s shadow while the older man ‘shows him the ropes’. His eyes burn from lack of sleep and the left side of his body is sore from a poorly timed landing on the dojo floor during morning practice.

He tugs at his traditional robes, hates the intricate blue and gold laced fabric. Wants his kyudo-gi back on. Would rather be up the rafters, taking down small targets with his bow.

“We are meeting with an esteemed member of the Ogundimu clan and his heir.” Sojiro states matter-of-factly as he leads Hanzo through the halls of the Shimada estate. Hanzo frowns at the back of his father’s head.

“Yes, father.” Hanzo says dutifully.

They take their seats inside the main greeting room. Hanzo remains still, watches his father out of the corner of his eye. The older man is typing away on a cell phone, most likely checking in on the men he’d sent out earlier in the day. Sojiro tucks it away when the door to the room opens and he rises slowly.

Hanzo mirror’s him and lifts his eyes to greet the newcomers.

His breathing stutters, just slightly.

The Ogundimu family are colossal, regal, intimidating men. Hanzo watches his father greet the one who is obviously the oldest, dark hair grey at the temples and smile wide as they clasp hands. His eyes move to the son, who is much taller than Hanzo, eyes sharp and dressed in an impeccable maroon suit. He can not be much older than Hanzo himself.

A thrill dips down Hanzo’s spine when those sharp, dark eyes lock with his.

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Omega roadhog submitting to some humiliation and dirty talk from Akande?

I’m sorry there wasn’t much humiliation in this 😦 didn’t feel right to me with subby Roadhog.

“Don’t fight it. It is what you were made for, isn’t it? Even the big and strong will have to succumb to their nature… It is only right.”

Akande watches the shudder go through Roadhog’s massive frame. On all fours, he looks comfortable; his large belly big enough to offer him a grounding support.

He has never seen an Omega this huge. (He hasn’t seen an Omega in a long while…)

He has caught his eye immediately. Always silent, always menacing, standing in the background like an always present threat… and now reduced to this: kneeling for Akande. Presenting. Offering him what looked like the tastiest hole he’s ever seen.

He is worthy of an Alpha of his statue, Akande thinks as he lets his hands travel along Hog’s back, watching him shudder, listening to his low grunt; the only concession the creature was making to the hot need that had to be clawing within him for however long before Akande had found him; sniffed him out in the unused hangar of the base, with a pitiful nest between some large crates.

“Even men such as you are slaves to their baser instincts, it seems. It is alright – I am here now. You don’t need to fret, pretty Omega.”

It had been no fight to get him like this. He’d been surprisingly docile. Silent, as always, but docile as he let himself get pushed around, huge body vibrating subtly in leashed excitement.

As Akande walks around him, inspecting, Roadhog lifts his head, round, soft cheeks pockmarked, small dark eyes glinting feverish with his heat. He stands, surprised as the Omega noses against his crotch; the line of his cock hidden behind the soft fabric of his pants.

He is gentle, soft lips mouthing at him through the garment; getting it wet and clingy.

Despite himself, Akande sighs, big hand coming down on the grey, loose hair; stroking through it.

“There you go. Inhale your Alpha, my pretty little thing. Know what will own you in a few minutes. There you go…”