“Violence Is Usually The Answer”

Will get a new header imagine eventually. A nsfw OC (not very in character. Mine is more noisy) Roadhog rp blog with tf2 vers. Also reblogs fanart under art tag. Made because I love the big guy but I know more/care more about the tf2 universe so that’s why I gave him his own tf2 backstory. Willing to rp with OW community or other fandom characters. RED. Mostly here for rping shenanigans, smut, and building up relationships, platonic or sexual. For female partners he WILL be SUBMISSIVE, and others shouldn’t get their hopes up about him toping. Current prompts will be pinned. Rules Bio

[musingswithmemes]

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[acrimsondoctor]

send ☕ for our muses to meet at a café! @hogstyle

2am wasn't typical coffee time, but he was up late and needed the extra energy booster to finish up the mountain of paperwork that had been piled on his desk. It wasn't even all medical related. Most of them were order forms for stuff the team might need. Of course, another thing to add to his docket. Now, he never complained. It was what he signed up for.

Dragging himself from the base, the man looked like the world personally took him out back and shot him. His head red hair was all mussed up, sticking up in random places. His shirt was unbuttoned from the first two buttons, and his tie was missing. Whatever, he didn't care when going to the city's only all night coffee bar.

Stepping in, he yawned and stretched, going up to the counter and ordering a triple shot espresso. It would taste like burned dirt, but it'd do the job. As the bell rung behind him, he noticed a member of his team walk in. They'd never really spoken before and he was quite the behemoth of a man. A tired smile bloomed on his face, waving.

"Good evening... Or is it morning at this point? I don't know. What would you like? It's on me."

The redhead offered warmly, stepping aside to let the other order.

"We haven't formally met, but I'd like to if you have a minute to spare."

Viktor folded his hand in front of himself, his medic branded coat hanging off of one shoulder.

@hog-style

[hog-style]

After hunching over to slip in the door, hog barely glanced at the Medic as he scanned over the joint, his attention only focusing back to him at the offer of a drink, never one to turn down free drinks. Being drugged wasn’t usually a problem for him when his size tolerance made figuring out the right dosage a nightmare. Most attempts to sedate him were either too weak, or strong enough they flat out send him through respawn. So even though the sight of the Medic cross on his jacket made him weary, he gave an unenthused grunt of agreement as he stepped passed and took a seat at the bar.

It didn’t take much for him to get on the bar tenders attentions, and as he ordered a boot of mead it would be one of few times the Medic would have heard him speak off field. Most medics saw his body as a scientific wonder and lusted to run their tests and experiments and it leas him to keep his distance, but with the offer of a free drink and seeing how rundown this medic looked, hog figured there was no harm. If he was lucky he could swipe some cash from the Medic’s wallet when he wasn’t looking.

[quiettinkering]

send 💍 to propose to my muse @hog-style

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

"Did you put this here?"

[quiettinkering]

"I've tried wrapping cloth and rubber over it before," Sammy hummed. "The rubber broke too easily, and the cloth kept bunching up."

He looked up as Mako continued to make suggestions, chuckling at the last one. Of course, he would want that, the man ever a sucker for anything swine-related.

"I could..." he started, grabbing the end of the chain. "I could add some cuffs at the end to make it easier on your wrists, some cloth on the other end for your ankles..."

Sammy mulled over the thought for a moment, making his way over to Mako with the chain in tow. Sitting back on the bed, he inspected his work over some of the links, then handed it to his lover.

"Pull that apart for me," he said. "I want to see if I did well."

[hog-style]

“Some manacles?” Mako pause a moment as he thought that over. The moment was short as he quickly decided he didn’t mind being shackled. “Yeah, yeah that’d work.” It didn’t offer the same soothing constrain that that full bondage did, but manacles did allow for more positions and he liked the exposed feeling having no coverage offered too.

Mako watched Sammy drag the chains over, carrying them over with ease but how big they were in his hands Mako found rather cute as well as exciting. He let himself fantasize for a moment about being in one of Sammy’s murder dens and then watching his tiny capture move the chains towards him. He would snort and underestimate the Sammy only to be left drooling, bruised, and utterly broken by how devastating skilled the man was with his cock and hands.

A dry swallow before Sammy’s request brought Hog out of the fantasy and back to the present. He shivered as he grabbed the chains, grunting in pleasure as he found the chains were just as heavy as their clanking suggest. Wrapping his hands around Mako gave a little test tug he then slowly put more strength behind.

Not wanting to get his hopes up when he’d been failed before Hog was clearly critical as he examined the chain, his eyes looking for any bending and his expression changing to one of impress as it held so far.

Curious he took it up to the next step, veins in his hand bulging as he truly began to put his strength into it, and for a moment it seemed too much as the chain suddenly lurched wider and anger from disappointment had him snarling and baring his tusks at the chain, his strength now used in full force in his upset.

The extension however, was simply a small screw that had gotten lodged between the links being crushed out, and as Mako endeavored to rip it to shreds, with muscles flexed and more veins in his neck becoming prominent, his snarl turned into a grin of excitement as he ripped at the metal but it stayed in one piece.

His cock fully erect once again as he tugged the chains, growing more excited but also determined as they refused to give to him. He was not used to his strength not being enough, and Sammy would get quite the show of Mako flexing as he wrestles to try and break the chain with the fevered excitement of a dog tearing at a new chew toy.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy watched as Mako struggled against the chains, at first pleased with himself, but growing a little more anxious as it went on. Humming, he grabbed the link further down, going over the smooth metal as he muttered to himself.

"Maybe a little too strong," he mused softly. "I don't need you to be trapped in these, and it already takes a good minute or so for a diamond burr to get through it..."

The Engie spoke quietly to himself, going over the materials he used, what he had, and what he would need. He at least expected the links to bend and warp under the pressure, but they didn't. He didn't like that.

"I will have to modify them in the future," he told Mako, looking back up as the man continued to fight against them. "But we can use them tonight, if you are comfortable with that."

[hog-style]

Worked up Mako finally stopped, painting but looking happy as he dropped the chains. “Yeah, yeah they’re perfect. No need to fix them, just put me through respawn if they get stuck.” Mako would perhaps change his tune on unbreakable chains when something sensitive inevitable gets pinched, but for now he loves the idea of Sammy having him trapped in a way he truly couldn’t escape… able to do whatever creepy perverted things he wanted, —or more likely knew Mako wanted him to do.

Mako’s cock gave a needy throb and he laid back, spreading his legs as he looked at Sammy expectantly.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

"losing height" @hog-style (he’ll pretend to see no difference)

Nathan thought magic only came out during halloween. That it was something that weird wizard did just to fuck with them for something a Soldier on RED did however long ago now.

Apparently, that wasn't the case.

Running across the baren ground of the battlefield, the shrunken BLU tried to make his way back to his side if the map before any REDs found him. He'd rather be a test subject for his own Medics while they try to fix this than one for the quacks on the other side, but it seemed his luck wasn't working to well today.

Skirting around a corner, Nathan swore as he saw the giant boot of Hog in front of him. He skidded to a stop, and tried to run back the other way before the man could notice him.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

"What, and you leave me with blue balls?" Nathan asked, still not moving to step off Hog's hand. "Nothing but asshole moves coming from you today."

He sat in place, knees up to his chest, and dick still rock hard. Hog had put him in this mess, and he wasn't going to let him leave him here. Though he was happy about not having a hairpin up his ass.

"You don't need to go asking around," he tried. "When we're done, I get dressed, and you can tie me up again, and hand me back over to my side. Tell 'em I did bite you."

[hog-style]

“What? You said you weren’t interested in me and my filthy dick.” Hog growled, his attitude quick to return.

“Should just give you back how you are now.” Tilting his hand he tried to slide Nathan off his hands, his desire to care for Nathan dwindling as the man pointed out the obvious. Hog knew he had been an asshole, but for once he hadn’t been trying to be a dick, and so it got on his nerves when Nathan implied otherwise.

“You’re annoying.” Hog growled as Nathan refused to let the giant drop him and leave, able to stay on by clinging to his rings. Hog shook his hand a little, the pillow right below his hand allowing him to try and dislodge Nathan without too much fear of hurting him but it seemed Nathan was set on making him take care of his little problem.

Sighing he placed his hand back down on he pillow, then moved his other hand in, looking to part Nathan’s legs and press his index to Nathan’s cock. “Kitten’s gonna earn himself a punishment when he’s big again.” Giving into Nathan his growl smoothed out into the rumbling purr he used often used when playing with his pet.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan clung to the rings with a surprising strength, giggling a little as he was flung. When he said it was going to be hard for Hog to get rid of him, he meant it.

"I'm always annoying," he hummed, a little out of breath from the shaking. "But you like me anyway."

Sitting in his palm, Nathan rested back against Hog's fingers, eyes closed as he caught his breath. The finger between his legs surprised him, making him jump back slightly as Hog growled at him.

"Kitten has to earn Master's punishment?" he managed. "But what if Kitten stays small? What will Master do to him at this size? Kitten's curious."

[hog-style]

“Hmn… wouldn’t be too hard to find something to spank you with, or I could fig you, wouldn’t be too hard to carve a good sliver of ginger out.” Hog knew of many ways of sexual punishment but thinking of good ways to torment Nathan when he was tiny was proving difficult when most of what came to mind was seeing what run off the mill objects would fit up, but as he noticed a bird perch at the shed window from the corner of his eye, inspiration struck as he was reminded of a certain BLU medic.

“Or… I could put you in a jar, keep you in there while I make some jarate. Maybe fill it with my cum if you’re good.” Hog chuckle at the idea, all the while the finger between Nathan’s legs began to rub in little pets, his finger barely moving as he let the rough callouses of his fingers grant friction.

“All three would be fun. Could put a little ginger plug in you before spanking your ass and jacking off. Put you in the jar once I’ve came.” Hog was clearly a fan of the idea as his pants started to tent.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan scoffed in disgust at the jarate idea, already having a strong aversion to watersports. The other ideas, though...

The slight friction was enough to perk Nathan back up. He pressed against Hog's hand as the finger rubbed against him, soft whimpers leaving him as the RED idly went over what he would do. With the way his dick twitched against it, it was clear the BLU also enjoyed the idea.

"Master would take good care of Kitten," he sighed. "Master always has."

[hog-style]

He had been aiming to torment Nathan. Hog had been sure that the artist would protest to having ginger up his ass like he did the hairpin, so when he was met with love and trust instead of protest, mocking words caught in his throat, his pupils dilating behind his mask as he felt Nathan’s cock twitch against his thumb, the little motion triggering a surge of protective instincts that shocked him back to life.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered with an affection “yeah,” before Nathan would find himself lifted up to Hog’s mouth again. The giant carefully taking his lower half back into his maw and his tongue eagerly reacquainting itself with Nathan’s cock.

Since he didn’t have a mini fridge in here (yet), he would have to get ginger from RED’s fridge, and he couldn’t make Nathan wait for him to get all the supplies, the man already bitched at him once for trying to walk off without finishing him, he was sure Nathan would whine incessantly if he made him wait again.

[hog-style]

"I want you to... press me like waffle," Prawn mentioned quite casually, getting some wires between his mouth and his brain crossed. Seems like he wanted to ask the hog something more routine, line stocks for his weapons and such but said something that was on his mind instead. "... wait-"

A loud snort of a laugh and a tilt of a masked head. “Yeah?” Hog asked, amusement thick in his tone as he leaned closer, a large hand coming to rest on Prawns lower back. “Tell me more.”

[squidmanalamort]

If Prawn had any air left in his body to pant with he would be doing so now, but now that Roadhogs full weight was upon him intaking air enough to make any vocal sound was beyond him. It was a good thing he didnt really use air to breathe, but if he did this would definitely have been an honourable way to suffocate. In lieu of words Prawn trilled beneath Mako, a sucking kiss being given to his tattooed bellybutton.

Prawn was happy to slip deeper into Mako as he presented his ass, the tentacle gaining mass and thickness as it plunged further into him once it was clear he was used to this sort of treatment. Another tentacle took over to kiss and roll his balls as the one in his ass dedicated itself to its task, rolling from base to tip within him as to tease and please the Hog in a way he probably never had before. As Roadhog's moans rattled the room, Prawn braced himself for the pounding that was about to be coming.

The molten heat from his cock soothed any burn he might of had from the stretch, the squid squirming underneath Roadhog as he felt several sensitive spots get pressed in once that fat hog was balls deep in his mantle. There was even a slight resistance whenever Roadhog pulled his cock out for another thrust, Prawns ovofor eager to suck him back in deeper on the intake. The tentacle that was still over his own belly felt his abdomen stretch whenever Roadhog bottomed out in him, and Prawn felt his mantle twitch at both the thought of the visual and the sensation itself. If Prawn had any breath in his facsimiles of lungs hed probably gasp- or even squeak- with every punishing rock into him, so instead he tapped out praises in morse on Roadhog's stomach. He didn't expect him to understand it all, but he still wanted to voice his contentment in what way he could.

<YES. GOOD GOOD GOOD GOHD. SYE. EKPE GINOGH>

Prawns spelling fell apart as his mind began to go empty in his approaching bliss, his tentacles beginning to ooze and fuck Roadhog faster as his own orgasm was building up, tentacles squeezing Mako in their grasp.

[hog-style]

“Fuck. Shit— FUCK!” “Hog cursed as Prawns body bombarded him with sensations that exceed his most perverse fantasies, the sensations amplified tenfold by just how horny the squidman’s body made him.

“Feel amazing.” He whispered, his curses and praise growing breathless as he began to buck his hips between the tentacles, holding little to nothing back as he threw his weight around, thrashing between the tentacles. Be could feel his orgasm approaching fast but the tapping on his stomach caught his attention and distracted him enough to help hold off.

At first he worried the other was trying to tell him he was being crushed, but the thought vanished quick as the tentacle in his ass urged him on. After that, it didn’t take him long to realize it was morse code, the realization earning a swifter thrust as he felt affection bloom out through his chest. Morse code was a language he often spoke during sex, usually he loved to use it when he was fingering his partners to send them little love notes, and felt Prawns was doing something similar as he recognized the pattern for good through his haze of arousal.

The realization he was being praised along with the increased friction in his hole proved to be too much as the tentacles on his balls would feel his sac draw tight as his body prepares to cum his brains out, prawns only warning as he was unable to hold back anymore, and a loud animalistic low comes ripping out from his lungs.

[squidmanalamort]

If he wasn't prepared for it Roadhog could have seriously hurt him during this relentless crushing and pounding- like trying to punch him through the mattress with his dick- but as it was the rough treatment and smothering just went further to turn his thoughts into a delicious goo. He couldn't quite recall the last time he was fucked so thoroughly, but then again he really couldn't recall much aside from pleasure and sensation at the moment.

As Mako came Prawn did as well, shuddering below the man's bulk as he felt his ovofor get loaded with seed. That greedy hole tightened around Mako's fat cock, not letting a drop out despite the crushing, a sort of yonic knot holding the man in place inside of him. After a few more ragged strokes the tentacle in Roadhog's ass would shudder and then spurt its own load deep inside the man, his own cum oozing from his tentacles giving Roadhog a good example of what- and how much- was filling him in turn. The strobing on Prawn ould last for a good long while as he rode out his bliss, settling on a dreamy magenta when he finally started to come down.

If Roadhog had the wherewithal to lift himself off of Prawn to let the squidman be free of his ruthless weight, he would find that Prawn would be stuck to him, flattened to an almost cartoonish degree, slowly peeling off like a cheap sticker after a moment of being free from his full weight. With a wet pop Prawn let go of Roadhog's belly button in his mouth, giving the surrounding tattoo a few gentle kisses as Prawn started to come back to himself

[hog-style]

It took everything in him to keep himself from collapsing as he came. The feeling of Prawns holding him like a knot made his arms tremble like leaves, but what left of his commonsense screamed at him not to let prawns be completely crushed under his 530lbs of weight. He had just had the best fuck of his life, he did not want it to end with accidental murder of his partner.

Unfortunately for him no amount of willpower could have prepared him for the gut punching surprise of having the tentacle cum in his ass. Feeling himself get filled to brim had his eyes rolling back. His fight or flight response triggered for a moment as he snarled at the surprise sensation, but his growl quickly melted into a soft whimper of bliss he would deny making later. Flopping down, boneless, Hog twitched and trembled. Closing his eyes tight they rolled back into place, and opening them he watched the pretty purple pulses as he did his best to steady his breathing. It took awhile to recover, but once he felt the pleasure start to ease into discomfort, he finally managed to push himself off of Prawns.

Looking down at his pancaked lover, hog gave a soft worried grunt and leaned down to nudge his snout against Prawns. “You ok?”

[squidmanalamort]

Prawn regained volume once Roadhog rolled off of him, a satisfied smile on his reformed face as he returned to his regular unsmooshed state. He was finally able to speak again now that he wasnt having all air crushed out of him, and he was ready to give Mako a piece of his mind.

"Hhhh..." Prawn nudged Roadhog back with his own nose. "Never thought... my experience in... abyssopelagic pressures... would be useful... on land... but... here we are." His finhawk flicked, and then opened, as if stretching after being so compressed. As if to follow suit he rolled his head around, then his shoulders, the motion following all the way down his body (even if roadhog was still on him somewhat, even through the tentacle in his ass) as Prawn tested his articulation and had not been left wanting.

"That was... fantastic." Prawn sighed, letting an arm drape over his mates shoulder. "You pressed me... exactly how I wanted... to be. Dangerous... if I wasn't... the squid I am... but. thats just... more to the thrill. It was wonderful... to get to... hold you too-" Prawn made a move to sit up, only to be reminded of the cock trapped in him and the tentacle stuck in his partners ass. "Uh... give it... a minute or so. I... uh... can't let go... right away." He would, however, start to withdraw his tentacle from Roadhog, as long as the giant didnt say anything to stop him from doing so; all the while his cephalopodian arms held Roadhog close still- not to tease anymore but just to be intimate. "How are you... are you okay?"

[hog-style]

Hog tilted his head curiously as Prawns began to speak and stretch back into shape, very surprised the man could speak at all given he expected all his inner organs to be popped or punctured with broken bones, but to his amazement the man seemed to more or less fine.

At the praise he gave a proud huff, fuzzy affectionate warmth filling his chest as prawns arms wrapped around him, with some embarrassment mixed in when Prawns mentioned his crushing of the squid.

He grunted in discomfort as he felt Prawns shift, then shutters jiggled along his body as he felt the tentacles pull out, leaving him gaping but happy as he felt the tentacles hold him close. Snuggling was usually a mandatory thing for him after sex. He’d always felt a primal urge to cling to his partner after a fuck, if only for a minute or two, and his with his size and strength there wasn’t much his partners could do to stop escape his cuddles.

For Prawns he had kept distance out of concern, but now he knew that the man was fine he yearned to hold him. “Think we could roll over and you lay on top?” He’d request, and move how needed in order for Prawn’s to accommodate him, hissing occasionally as his dick was shifted uncomfortably but determined to change positions.

Once he was on his back, he moaned in relief as he sunk down into the mattress and wrapped his arms around Prawns snuggly, not crushing him but enjoying the feeling of a firm body in his grasp. “Don’t usually crush my partners like that, but fuck…” one muscular arm stayed wrapped tight around Prawns as the other came up to drag over his mask. Holding his face in awe as it all that happened hit him again.

“Damn, how am I supposed to fuck regular people after that? Shit, if I was twenty years younger.” He’d lament, head flopping back against the pillow as he wished he could give the squid an encore, for now however his cock stayed soft despite his yearning.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

😵‍💫 @hog-style

@hog-style

Painkillers sounded absolutely great right now. Top it with a hot wash to scrub off would massively improve his evening (even though the scout cannot stand the 'public' showers) then sleep for a whole week. But for now some pills or some medifluid would take the edge off him his throbbing face and head. Probably got some other injury issues going on but this takes priority. Can't really see then anyways.

The young RED sighs in exasperated ache, legs partly tucked close yet splayed in exhaustion, just fed up with the day thus sulking just around a corner of RED. He spits a few times, really not a fan of his own coppery body fluids getting in his mouth, only splattering his front. Will not get better as partly trembling fingers are making a piss poor attempt to pull broken shards from his forehead and scalp. Head wounds bleed like a bitch as is, apparently some thicker pieces are really stuck. Half blinded isn't fun and scrubbing at his face with ruined sleeve wouldn't help much with cleaning. Great.

Glass. Had to be glass. Cuts up his fingers, ah yes- just add more to it. Sure he had been doing some training to be a nurse just in case his main career goes to shit or god forbid unemployed. Have yet to master taking foreign items out of your own body. This is why he hates drunktards- Bottled. Froze up over seeing the weapon come at him to boot. Thought he'd been over that childhood trauma already.

"Mother fucker- God damn piece of shit-"

The auburn red head is reasonably distracted from anyone approaching his poor hiding spot. Blood rushing through his ears almost masks heavy footfalls.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

Blinks away from his mostly devoured biscuit, lifting his sights to the much larger man out of confused curiosity at their heavy giving a comment. Was.... was that just a statement or a complement? Hardly sounded like an insult- You got him fucked up. Just a bit.

Believe it or not, Angel has met very few scouts that were more broody than chattery. But indeed the yappers and shit talkers dominate the class. Maybe at one point Angel would have been the same way but that was beaten out of long before he came to Mann Co so it's easy to ignore the jeering..... most of it. "Is that a bad thing...?"

He asks, drawing out the short sentence with an undertone of weary tension. More out of a 'flight or fight' vibe than defensive.

[hog-style]

Hog had rescued more than enough abused animals to recognize a broken soul. Usually he didn’t care. After all, there were few around here that weren’t traumatized by something. In fact, he’s even been the source of trauma for a number of mercs. But tormenting others wasn’t in his nature as much as much as he pretended it was. He was a sadistic for sure, but he got no joy out of kicking a dead horse.

“It’s nice.” He could feel the skittish tension and ignored it, instead focusing on his chips as he kept a casual demeanor and didn’t look directly at Angel. He had found the best way to put others at ease was to pretend his attention was elsewhere, so he eyed angel from the corner of his mask as he popped a handful of chips into his mouth.

[hog-style]

"I want you to... press me like waffle," Prawn mentioned quite casually, getting some wires between his mouth and his brain crossed. Seems like he wanted to ask the hog something more routine, line stocks for his weapons and such but said something that was on his mind instead. "... wait-"

A loud snort of a laugh and a tilt of a masked head. “Yeah?” Hog asked, amusement thick in his tone as he leaned closer, a large hand coming to rest on Prawns lower back. “Tell me more.”

[squidmanalamort]

If Prawn had any air left in his body to pant with he would be doing so now, but now that Roadhogs full weight was upon him intaking air enough to make any vocal sound was beyond him. It was a good thing he didnt really use air to breathe, but if he did this would definitely have been an honourable way to suffocate. In lieu of words Prawn trilled beneath Mako, a sucking kiss being given to his tattooed bellybutton.

Prawn was happy to slip deeper into Mako as he presented his ass, the tentacle gaining mass and thickness as it plunged further into him once it was clear he was used to this sort of treatment. Another tentacle took over to kiss and roll his balls as the one in his ass dedicated itself to its task, rolling from base to tip within him as to tease and please the Hog in a way he probably never had before. As Roadhog's moans rattled the room, Prawn braced himself for the pounding that was about to be coming.

The molten heat from his cock soothed any burn he might of had from the stretch, the squid squirming underneath Roadhog as he felt several sensitive spots get pressed in once that fat hog was balls deep in his mantle. There was even a slight resistance whenever Roadhog pulled his cock out for another thrust, Prawns ovofor eager to suck him back in deeper on the intake. The tentacle that was still over his own belly felt his abdomen stretch whenever Roadhog bottomed out in him, and Prawn felt his mantle twitch at both the thought of the visual and the sensation itself. If Prawn had any breath in his facsimiles of lungs hed probably gasp- or even squeak- with every punishing rock into him, so instead he tapped out praises in morse on Roadhog's stomach. He didn't expect him to understand it all, but he still wanted to voice his contentment in what way he could.

<YES. GOOD GOOD GOOD GOHD. SYE. EKPE GINOGH>

Prawns spelling fell apart as his mind began to go empty in his approaching bliss, his tentacles beginning to ooze and fuck Roadhog faster as his own orgasm was building up, tentacles squeezing Mako in their grasp.

[hog-style]

“Fuck. Shit— FUCK!” “Hog cursed as Prawns body bombarded him with sensations that exceed his most perverse fantasies, the sensations amplified tenfold by just how horny the squidman’s body made him.

“Feel amazing.” He whispered, his curses and praise growing breathless as he began to buck his hips between the tentacles, holding little to nothing back as he threw his weight around, thrashing between the tentacles. Be could feel his orgasm approaching fast but the tapping on his stomach caught his attention and distracted him enough to help hold off.

At first he worried the other was trying to tell him he was being crushed, but the thought vanished quick as the tentacle in his ass urged him on. After that, it didn’t take him long to realize it was morse code, the realization earning a swifter thrust as he felt affection bloom out through his chest. Morse code was a language he often spoke during sex, usually he loved to use it when he was fingering his partners to send them little love notes, and felt Prawns was doing something similar as he recognized the pattern for good through his haze of arousal.

The realization he was being praised along with the increased friction in his hole proved to be too much as the tentacles on his balls would feel his sac draw tight as his body prepares to cum his brains out, prawns only warning as he was unable to hold back anymore, and a loud animalistic low comes ripping out from his lungs.

[squidmanalamort]

If he wasn't prepared for it Roadhog could have seriously hurt him during this relentless crushing and pounding- like trying to punch him through the mattress with his dick- but as it was the rough treatment and smothering just went further to turn his thoughts into a delicious goo. He couldn't quite recall the last time he was fucked so thoroughly, but then again he really couldn't recall much aside from pleasure and sensation at the moment.

As Mako came Prawn did as well, shuddering below the man's bulk as he felt his ovofor get loaded with seed. That greedy hole tightened around Mako's fat cock, not letting a drop out despite the crushing, a sort of yonic knot holding the man in place inside of him. After a few more ragged strokes the tentacle in Roadhog's ass would shudder and then spurt its own load deep inside the man, his own cum oozing from his tentacles giving Roadhog a good example of what- and how much- was filling him in turn. The strobing on Prawn ould last for a good long while as he rode out his bliss, settling on a dreamy magenta when he finally started to come down.

If Roadhog had the wherewithal to lift himself off of Prawn to let the squidman be free of his ruthless weight, he would find that Prawn would be stuck to him, flattened to an almost cartoonish degree, slowly peeling off like a cheap sticker after a moment of being free from his full weight. With a wet pop Prawn let go of Roadhog's belly button in his mouth, giving the surrounding tattoo a few gentle kisses as Prawn started to come back to himself

[hog-style]

It took everything in him to keep himself from collapsing as he came. The feeling of Prawns holding him like a knot made his arms tremble like leaves, but what left of his commonsense screamed at him not to let prawns be completely crushed under his 530lbs of weight. He had just had the best fuck of his life, he did not want it to end with accidental murder of his partner.

Unfortunately for him no amount of willpower could have prepared him for the gut punching surprise of having the tentacle cum in his ass. Feeling himself get filled to brim had his eyes rolling back. His fight or flight response triggered for a moment as he snarled at the surprise sensation, but his growl quickly melted into a soft whimper of bliss he would deny making later. Flopping down, boneless, Hog twitched and trembled. Closing his eyes tight they rolled back into place, and opening them he watched the pretty purple pulses as he did his best to steady his breathing. It took awhile to recover, but once he felt the pleasure start to ease into discomfort, he finally managed to push himself off of Prawns.

Looking down at his pancaked lover, hog gave a soft worried grunt and leaned down to nudge his snout against Prawns. “You ok?”

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

😵‍💫 @hog-style

@hog-style

Painkillers sounded absolutely great right now. Top it with a hot wash to scrub off would massively improve his evening (even though the scout cannot stand the 'public' showers) then sleep for a whole week. But for now some pills or some medifluid would take the edge off him his throbbing face and head. Probably got some other injury issues going on but this takes priority. Can't really see then anyways.

The young RED sighs in exasperated ache, legs partly tucked close yet splayed in exhaustion, just fed up with the day thus sulking just around a corner of RED. He spits a few times, really not a fan of his own coppery body fluids getting in his mouth, only splattering his front. Will not get better as partly trembling fingers are making a piss poor attempt to pull broken shards from his forehead and scalp. Head wounds bleed like a bitch as is, apparently some thicker pieces are really stuck. Half blinded isn't fun and scrubbing at his face with ruined sleeve wouldn't help much with cleaning. Great.

Glass. Had to be glass. Cuts up his fingers, ah yes- just add more to it. Sure he had been doing some training to be a nurse just in case his main career goes to shit or god forbid unemployed. Have yet to master taking foreign items out of your own body. This is why he hates drunktards- Bottled. Froze up over seeing the weapon come at him to boot. Thought he'd been over that childhood trauma already.

"Mother fucker- God damn piece of shit-"

The auburn red head is reasonably distracted from anyone approaching his poor hiding spot. Blood rushing through his ears almost masks heavy footfalls.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

The youngest RED was becoming a little suspicious at seeing the big man at the table again. Right in front of him- again. Sure it's not anything new, just a bit weird since no one usually sat at the same spot- especially near him. Right now the demo, and soldier were too busy blowing up the kitchen on the usual with hard hat either putting out the fires or throttling the ones responsible- those are the best moments.

Though today it's nothing out of the ordinary to note beside the kitchen chaos. The RED medic (the one Angel was piss scared of) despised all his teammates so refused to interact unless he had something fun to experiment on them with. So no show. In fact the man was going to be transferred very soon -thank god- so he would be scarce.

Angel didn't flinch, save for pancake syrup going flying among a few condiments and pyro happily clapping as chaos ensues. The red head stops mind chew, side eyeing their RED sniper that strolled past the hallway, hardly giving the group a glance. only once the man is out of sight, he finishes chewing. Well that was a little odd but nothing alarming besides that pause and the lack of conversation Angel ingaged with. Which was none. Nope- nothing seems out of the normal so far.

[hog-style]

“You’re quiet for a scout.” Hog had already finished his salad and was opening the family sized bag of chips as he spoke. Hog usually wasn’t one for conversation, but so far the scout seemed like the most tolerable company. The pyro was nice but a little too social. He wasn’t about to join a group conversation just to speak with the arsonist. For now, he was pursuing the Scouts companionship.

[certainly-april]

Ragebaiting my fat dog? More like master baiting my fat hog!!!!!!!!

[grimoiremanifest]

❗️Great Hog is displeased by this.

The kingly pig looks taken aback by this statement. "You claim to be 'baiting' our kind?.. A master of it, no less - after all the trust we hsve placed in you?"

- Your relationship with the Hog Society 🐖 is now Unfavourable.

[certainly-april]

[redbritishsniper]

@hog-style

[hopeless-eccentric]

humiliating to be attracted to a conventionally attractive person. I thought I was a more sensitive and refined pervert than this

[3000s]

comfortable piggy

[toyfriskman]

@hog-style

[unclefather]

[hog-style]

Ooc

((I have been so busy of late I promise I will get to rps as soon as I can but holy heck I have so fucking much to do and not enough tine to do it.))

[certainly-april]

Ragebaiting my fat dog? More like master baiting my fat hog!!!!!!!!

[grimoiremanifest]

❗️Great Hog is displeased by this.

The kingly pig looks taken aback by this statement. "You claim to be 'baiting' our kind?.. A master of it, no less - after all the trust we hsve placed in you?"

- Your relationship with the Hog Society 🐖 is now Unfavourable.

[little-snails-log]

[toyfriskman]

@hog-style

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

😵‍💫 @hog-style

@hog-style

Painkillers sounded absolutely great right now. Top it with a hot wash to scrub off would massively improve his evening (even though the scout cannot stand the 'public' showers) then sleep for a whole week. But for now some pills or some medifluid would take the edge off him his throbbing face and head. Probably got some other injury issues going on but this takes priority. Can't really see then anyways.

The young RED sighs in exasperated ache, legs partly tucked close yet splayed in exhaustion, just fed up with the day thus sulking just around a corner of RED. He spits a few times, really not a fan of his own coppery body fluids getting in his mouth, only splattering his front. Will not get better as partly trembling fingers are making a piss poor attempt to pull broken shards from his forehead and scalp. Head wounds bleed like a bitch as is, apparently some thicker pieces are really stuck. Half blinded isn't fun and scrubbing at his face with ruined sleeve wouldn't help much with cleaning. Great.

Glass. Had to be glass. Cuts up his fingers, ah yes- just add more to it. Sure he had been doing some training to be a nurse just in case his main career goes to shit or god forbid unemployed. Have yet to master taking foreign items out of your own body. This is why he hates drunktards- Bottled. Froze up over seeing the weapon come at him to boot. Thought he'd been over that childhood trauma already.

"Mother fucker- God damn piece of shit-"

The auburn red head is reasonably distracted from anyone approaching his poor hiding spot. Blood rushing through his ears almost masks heavy footfalls.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

"Ow ow ow!"

Soft or not, still stung like hell but at least he couldn't be called wallet head with that flap of skin mostly reattached now. Huffs in frazzled irritation from whatever the hell that was just now, heart flip flopping from the aftermath of panic.

Being questioned, the scout gives a embarrassed side eye, spitting out blood once again and scrubbing at his face with a different sleeve. At least the blood flow mostly stopped so his mismatched colored eyes weren't half blinded. Angel really didn't want to say but hell could've been hell of a lot more humiliating.

".....Bottled by a demoman...."

Pauses, snorting while reaching a hand to try and smooch his hair back, blood being the worst hair gel ever.

"Got distracted."

More like had a very brief PTSD flashback but he don't gotta say shit about that.

[hog-style]

A soft grunt of disinterested understanding, no mocking or real reaction outward but internally he was annoyed he got stuck with another shit team. A too young for enlistment scout who wasn’t even fast enough to avoid a drunk?

Though, perhaps the team’s demo just had really good aim? Hog hoped it was the second. He could carry a crap team to victory one or twice but he was too old to be playing one-man army every round.

“Sure. Go get healed up.” Standing back up, Angel would get the joy of being able to see this time as Hog’s full 7’3 height loomed over him before Hog turned to wander off.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

Angel would probably feel less dejected if he had been at least mocked. That's the usual response even if he got a little riled up after but being shrugged off doesn't feel great either. Not that he wanted to be coddled either, like god no. Just.... ugh whatever.

Stands up after a few seconds of having his bearings, vaguely shrinking back further into the wall when he actually got a view. Holy shit... yeah what the hell is with the people around here being huge or completely insane? Swallows dryly, awkwardly muttering his thanks, attempting to quickly walking off with a slight wobble. Still dizzy but could be worse?

[hog-style]

A few days when by with nothing from Hog, the scout probably learning by now that the giant liked his space, and liked to pummel though whose intrude it to bloody smears.

So with that said it did make it seem a little odd that out of all the empty seats Hog chose to sit across from Angel, but he was quick to ignore the Scout, and the conversation between Angel and the Soldier, the Demo next to him passed out but his bottle was still in easy reach.

The throw was quick. Angel could have easily missed the slight tilt of hog’s head before the bottle hit the mask, the little sign that he had seen the bottle before he had stood to take the impact.

Silence came over the room as Hog lifted a hand to his mask, and felt along the nicks in his snout, blood trickling down his neck as a few pieces had cut his double chin but most of him remained unharmed.

Lowering his hand, he balled it into a fist and turned towards the Soldier. “You cut my mask.” He seemed to speak calmly, but he cracked his knuckles as he moved towards the Soldier that was too stupid not to run. The first hit shattered rips and cartilage, leaving an indent in the soldierst chest as the fist almost made it all the way through, and soldier felt to the ground where Hog’s foot then crunched through his helmet and flattened his skull like roadkill.

Shaking some blood off his leg, turned back to Angel, slowly lumbering his way back to his seat across from him, and plopping down to finish his sandwich. Small glass pieces glittered in his hair but he seemed to pay them no mind as he ate.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

If you could call being chastised and criticized for an hour straight an actual conversation- sure. Angel had learned over time to settle by letting the ranting go in one ear and out the other. Hardly anything new as scout are either good punching bags or the most annoying thing on the planet. Apparently Angel is good for both or something even if he minds his own business and actually does his job.

A scarred brow raises at the heavy slightly, having not expected the gruff man to actually come around the rest of their team. But he does not dwell on it long, going back to chewing the few small bits of meal left before he could peace out from this table. As much as the food actually tastes good today, he could have just taken the plate into his room then never hear the end of it about dishes and bugs. pfft. like bugs are the worst thing around here. Imagine his horror and jumpy reflex throwing into third gear at the bottle crashing, sending the youngest RED into a tense and recoiler posture before realizing what just happened. Now violence wasn't anything new around here at the table. The brutality was something else, leaving him to somehow further recoil in his seat, owlighly staring like feral cat ready to bolt if any of that came his direction.

"Jesus dude-"

A small, slight voice crack breaks the silence. Defiantly not that hungry anymore- Damnit.

[hog-style]

“What?” His question was less confrontational and more concerned as he paused eating to pull his mask down and look over himself, thinking he might have gotten a bit of viscera stuck to his belly or something and that was the problem.

Not spotting anything he looked back up to Angel and began to feel along his mask. “Is it the mask? Not cut through— hmn.” His worrying for his mask cut off into an annoyed grunt as he cut a finger on a bit of the glass left on him, a single drop of blood welling up before the wound seemed to just disappear.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

"....Nothing...." No, it wasn't "nothing". In fact it was a lot of something although unlike most scouts, Angel knows when to keep his mouth shut. Therefore hardly feels the need to actually say anything. He's been pummeled and brutalized by fellow RED members since he joined- Being crushed to a pulp by this giant that had helped him the other day- (even though that was fuckin weird way to do it) this not another personal experience he wants. Just bearing witness had been plenty. The large man's sudden healing factor would be a bit strange but Medics did it all the time and just assumed it's a perk- Or something. Winces at the sound at wet flesh plopping onto the floor a second later. YUp- definitely not hungry anymore as he scoots the plate to the side, looking a little bit ashy. Not that the scout wasn't used to gore- just not at the dinner table.

[hog-style]

‘Liar.’ Hog thought to himself as he heard the plop, annoyed until he saw the scout scurry away and sighed, returning to his meal as he decided he might have overdone it.

That moment of silence though intrigued him though. Most scouts didn’t keep their mouth shut like that until after he’d pulped them. Watching Angel go, hog decided he would sit across from him again tomorrow. But this time he’d be paying more attention to how the scout was treated.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

😵‍💫 @hog-style

@hog-style

Painkillers sounded absolutely great right now. Top it with a hot wash to scrub off would massively improve his evening (even though the scout cannot stand the 'public' showers) then sleep for a whole week. But for now some pills or some medifluid would take the edge off him his throbbing face and head. Probably got some other injury issues going on but this takes priority. Can't really see then anyways.

The young RED sighs in exasperated ache, legs partly tucked close yet splayed in exhaustion, just fed up with the day thus sulking just around a corner of RED. He spits a few times, really not a fan of his own coppery body fluids getting in his mouth, only splattering his front. Will not get better as partly trembling fingers are making a piss poor attempt to pull broken shards from his forehead and scalp. Head wounds bleed like a bitch as is, apparently some thicker pieces are really stuck. Half blinded isn't fun and scrubbing at his face with ruined sleeve wouldn't help much with cleaning. Great.

Glass. Had to be glass. Cuts up his fingers, ah yes- just add more to it. Sure he had been doing some training to be a nurse just in case his main career goes to shit or god forbid unemployed. Have yet to master taking foreign items out of your own body. This is why he hates drunktards- Bottled. Froze up over seeing the weapon come at him to boot. Thought he'd been over that childhood trauma already.

"Mother fucker- God damn piece of shit-"

The auburn red head is reasonably distracted from anyone approaching his poor hiding spot. Blood rushing through his ears almost masks heavy footfalls.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

"Ow ow ow!"

Soft or not, still stung like hell but at least he couldn't be called wallet head with that flap of skin mostly reattached now. Huffs in frazzled irritation from whatever the hell that was just now, heart flip flopping from the aftermath of panic.

Being questioned, the scout gives a embarrassed side eye, spitting out blood once again and scrubbing at his face with a different sleeve. At least the blood flow mostly stopped so his mismatched colored eyes weren't half blinded. Angel really didn't want to say but hell could've been hell of a lot more humiliating.

".....Bottled by a demoman...."

Pauses, snorting while reaching a hand to try and smooch his hair back, blood being the worst hair gel ever.

"Got distracted."

More like had a very brief PTSD flashback but he don't gotta say shit about that.

[hog-style]

A soft grunt of disinterested understanding, no mocking or real reaction outward but internally he was annoyed he got stuck with another shit team. A too young for enlistment scout who wasn’t even fast enough to avoid a drunk?

Though, perhaps the team’s demo just had really good aim? Hog hoped it was the second. He could carry a crap team to victory one or twice but he was too old to be playing one-man army every round.

“Sure. Go get healed up.” Standing back up, Angel would get the joy of being able to see this time as Hog’s full 7’3 height loomed over him before Hog turned to wander off.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

Angel would probably feel less dejected if he had been at least mocked. That's the usual response even if he got a little riled up after but being shrugged off doesn't feel great either. Not that he wanted to be coddled either, like god no. Just.... ugh whatever.

Stands up after a few seconds of having his bearings, vaguely shrinking back further into the wall when he actually got a view. Holy shit... yeah what the hell is with the people around here being huge or completely insane? Swallows dryly, awkwardly muttering his thanks, attempting to quickly walking off with a slight wobble. Still dizzy but could be worse?

[hog-style]

A few days when by with nothing from Hog, the scout probably learning by now that the giant liked his space, and liked to pummel though whose intrude it to bloody smears.

So with that said it did make it seem a little odd that out of all the empty seats Hog chose to sit across from Angel, but he was quick to ignore the Scout, and the conversation between Angel and the Soldier, the Demo next to him passed out but his bottle was still in easy reach.

The throw was quick. Angel could have easily missed the slight tilt of hog’s head before the bottle hit the mask, the little sign that he had seen the bottle before he had stood to take the impact.

Silence came over the room as Hog lifted a hand to his mask, and felt along the nicks in his snout, blood trickling down his neck as a few pieces had cut his double chin but most of him remained unharmed.

Lowering his hand, he balled it into a fist and turned towards the Soldier. “You cut my mask.” He seemed to speak calmly, but he cracked his knuckles as he moved towards the Soldier that was too stupid not to run. The first hit shattered rips and cartilage, leaving an indent in the soldierst chest as the fist almost made it all the way through, and soldier felt to the ground where Hog’s foot then crunched through his helmet and flattened his skull like roadkill.

Shaking some blood off his leg, turned back to Angel, slowly lumbering his way back to his seat across from him, and plopping down to finish his sandwich. Small glass pieces glittered in his hair but he seemed to pay them no mind as he ate.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

If you could call being chastised and criticized for an hour straight an actual conversation- sure. Angel had learned over time to settle by letting the ranting go in one ear and out the other. Hardly anything new as scout are either good punching bags or the most annoying thing on the planet. Apparently Angel is good for both or something even if he minds his own business and actually does his job.

A scarred brow raises at the heavy slightly, having not expected the gruff man to actually come around the rest of their team. But he does not dwell on it long, going back to chewing the few small bits of meal left before he could peace out from this table. As much as the food actually tastes good today, he could have just taken the plate into his room then never hear the end of it about dishes and bugs. pfft. like bugs are the worst thing around here. Imagine his horror and jumpy reflex throwing into third gear at the bottle crashing, sending the youngest RED into a tense and recoiler posture before realizing what just happened. Now violence wasn't anything new around here at the table. The brutality was something else, leaving him to somehow further recoil in his seat, owlighly staring like feral cat ready to bolt if any of that came his direction.

"Jesus dude-"

A small, slight voice crack breaks the silence. Defiantly not that hungry anymore- Damnit.

[hog-style]

“What?” His question was less confrontational and more concerned as he paused eating to pull his mask down and look over himself, thinking he might have gotten a bit of viscera stuck to his belly or something and that was the problem.

Not spotting anything he looked back up to Angel and began to feel along his mask. “Is it the mask? Not cut through— hmn.” His worrying for his mask cut off into an annoyed grunt as he cut a finger on a bit of the glass left on him, a single drop of blood welling up before the wound seemed to just disappear.

[beemovieerotica]