sssooo… the McHanzo with kirin!Hanzo for the Halloween Comp is gonna be with Faux Bestiality, Rape Play and Slut Shaming. I had not originally intended to write it as such but I suddenly had a hankering and kirin!Hanzo is gonna be a super tsundere slut ❤
just… so you know…
OOOOOOOOOOOOH SHIIIEEET, SOOOOONNNNN
that’s such a good idea tho??? all the delicious angst and hurt… thicc McGoo getting humiliated and made to be sorry for killing off their ranks. Them thinking he sold them out even before Blackwatch busted them, thinking he got dick from Gabriel…
*drags hands down face* yessss
I like the thought of Hog being forcibly bred anytime he’s available to but
BUT
can we also agree that he’s just fat? not just because he’s getting bred but just because he’s an undeniably fat guy and always has been?
I love his gut…
holy shit yes… his hard muscled belly quivering, lips pulled back in a snarl. They’re so fascinated by his thick, violently red pubes; so neatly trimmed and pretty around his dark cock. He’s got murder in his eyes and is ripping his wrists bloody on the ropes until they get wide leather straps around them instead.
His body is wafting steam because he’s getting so worked up and the night air is cool in the stable.
He’s not getting hard but he doesn’t need to be for some nice intrusive prostate orgasms and a bit of milking…
I thought the creepy guy was maybe a brother/uncle/some soldier from her home castle that was a predator/bad touching, and that the experience/what she thought could happen impressed so much on her that she started seeing him everywhere as well as him actually following her. It looked like she was kinda starting to get mad from it to the point where she couldn’t discern anymore if he was the real thing this time or just her imagination.
They make surr to knock him up as well whenever possible, and always forxe him to carry to term. Ultiamtely he just serves as the OW bases cum dump and stress outlet. They don’t even let roadhog talk, only allowing him to oink, squeal and grunt like the hog he is until he forgets how to talk. (2)
*breathes into palms* I love this a lot. My heart hurts at Reinhardt being anything but super sweet, but deep down I’m whispering ‘yes. yes, be horrible to the poor Hog’
Use him as a private breeding sow. *drags hands down face* my impregnation and birthing kink is just… too big. too ugly to conceal at this point. hnnngh.
I don’t think he would forget how to talk, but I also don’t think that he would want to speak. He’s learned way earlier that words won’t get him anywhere; so he’ll just be more or less obedient and bide his time, waiting for an opportunity to escape because he’s super intelligent but he’s always underestimated.
“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.
probably fingered his ruined robo puss some and stuffed all the cum back in that trickled out :’)
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.
*steeples fingers*
hurt/comfort, non-con thoughts below but consider this:
scrappy omega Jesse that is skittish to all hell; probs got gangbanged a couple times in his old deadlock days; held down by the other guys and mounted again and again, because they found it really funny how he would revert to being p animalistic; growling and snapping at them until they have to muzzle him.
he defs has some PTSD going on from that and other shit; is v loose with casual affection and how he treats his higher ups, but can get very aggressive very fast. it def becomes a problem. Maybe he needs to be put in a time out / single confinement cell… maybe they need to put a muzzle on him and he freaks oooouuuut
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