A little something for me wifey @cyberrat
The first time Hanzo sees Roadhog, he wonders. The man is a mountain, huge in ways he had never known outside of stories, with a large, sloping gut and impossibly thick arms, even at rest. He rarely speaks, but his voice rumbles when he feels inclined, prickling the hairs along Hanzo’s arms.
Q.Q thank you so much… Omega Hog just for me Q.Q I love love love it ffffffffuck
“No need to be so shy. It’s just you and me.”
The Omega’s dark eyes flick past Lúcio, towards the other Alphas waiting just behind; watching. Eager.
The young Alpha smirks; a little self-deprecating. “Just you, me, and them,” he corrects, hands slowly stroking down Roadhog’s back.
The Omega doesn’t look close to relaxing any time soon. To the contrary: he is shivering, whole body in motion. He presents, but looks loath to do so. His chipped fingernails are clawing at the floor, his sides heaving with every deep, shuddering breath he takes.
It takes Lúcio a little too long to understand that he is, for all intents and purposes, deathly afraid. The realization throws him for a loop: Roadhog doesn’t seem like he would be afraid of anybody; let alone a few Alphas whose heads he could crush easily between his meaty fists.
Then again, he is an Omega in heat; one that they had found nesting on some old rags in a dusty corner; grunting low and almost sub-vocal as he stuffed himself with a toy Lúcio doesn’t even want to know where he got that from.
There’s some real, animal pain in his dark, small eyes and it makes him croon at the huge Omega; makes him want to squirrel him away and take care of him.
“No need to be afraid,” he whispers, hands gentle as he pets him down. Feels how his skin is clammy with sweat. The others come closer slowly, their scents spicy and thick, and Roadhog inhales deeply, the sides of his huge belly expanding mightily before all of a sudden he lets the air whoosh out of him. He becomes almost docile, then; lifts his wide hips, offering himself up for the gaggle of Alphas that rumble low and appreciatively.
Reinhardt pets up his back; large hand settling at his neck. Holding him down as one would a skittish Omega during their first heat, even though Roadhog doesn’t look like he’s going to move away any time soon.
Still, it seems to help a little; feeds the reluctant submission with a bit of cautious relaxation.
The Omega has stopped clawing at the floor for the moment. He has drug a ratty blanket towards himself and presses his face into it. Seeking solace in his own heat scent as Lúcio leans down and presses warm kisses against the small of his back.
He wonders, as he lets his fingers tickle at the swollen, hot gape of Roadhog’s opening, what other Alphas he has experienced in his life.
Then again, he doesn’t think he wants to know, actually.
oohhh shit… ok… ok I’m gonna make it v angsty and non con (+child death tw) because omega!Roadhog does that to me, so beware the following but:
Roadhog has always been fat, whether pregnant or not; it’s just who he is. Still, he probably did have some run-ins with Alpha groups that caught him at his most vulnerable and bred him up. Obviously they weren’t in it for the long haul and just left him to his devices afterwards, and I can’t see Roadhog being super nurturing towards those off-springs, but also the radiation in the Outback would probably kill off a lot of them; so I can see them either being still-born from the get-go; dying shortly after because he has no means of caring for them, or in the instances where he actually is close enough to a functioning city, leaving them at hospitals.
by the time he comes to Overwatch he’s not exactly been pregnant around the clock but… p often. way more often than any other Omega around.
when they breed him up, he still does not have any nurturing feelings obviously, so they need to keep a close eye on him and how he treats himself. Need to work him up to not just getting his litter in a back alley and leaving them there like he taught himself to do. It’s not like he’s doing it maliciously, per-se, but it’s just how he learned to cope.
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…”
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