Little Dove- Mercy x Roadhog (Overwatch)
She was being a little tease all match. It was only a matter of time before the Hog sunk his tusks into that little birdie…
This was written in a rage idk if you can tell because I was getting FUCKED by a Roadhog every damn match soo... Yeah, here you go lol
Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Noncon, Size Difference, Blood and Violence
Angela simply couldn’t keep up with her team. They pushed too hard, dug too deeply behind the enemy line for her to safely assist them. What the hell are they thinking?! Whenever she tried to remain at their sides she was immediately singled out, pushed away and sent back to square one. It was beyond infuriating and, at this rate, she would likely be better off not even bothering.
One in particular- Roadhog… That behemoth of a man seemed to have it out for her this match. Angela has been lucky in avoiding him, always barely managing to fly out of his reach before he was able to yank her towards him. It was starting to frustrate him, she could tell. It was worrying, to say the least. She can’t see his face, underneath that mask, but she just knows that something awful is written all over it.
Should he get ahold of her-
She needs to focus. Her team is in the weeds and they are being outright suicidal. Angela can’t keep up, should this continue. There’s no point in getting herself killed, so she backs off and waits for someone to rush back into enemy lines. Like a damn lemming… It was infuriating, but she had to remain firm.
She wouldn’t leave them. She couldn’t. Angela was “Mercy”, she is a doctor, a healer and a savior first and foremost. Even if she is treating complete idiots… D.Va shot ahead of her and, to the best of her ability, Angela tried to keep up with her. She couldn’t- that girl shot around a corner and that was it.
Angela sprinted as fast as she could. Close- So close-! She can catch up. Her legs ache and her lungs constrict- damn, she’s not a sprinter- but she can’t slow down now. I’m almost there-! Her heart pounded in her ears, deafening her to her surroundings. If she was more alert, perhaps she would have heard the thundering footsteps of one Mako Rutledge, “Roadhog”.
Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered at all, seeing as how, one moment, she was about to round the corner and reunite with her team and the next pain ripped into her right side as she was yanked off feet and sent flying backwards and into an unoccupied building.
It was startling when her back slammed into something soft. She was expecting a bullet to the back, or maybe the butt of a gun. No, it still was just as bad. Perhaps worse… Angela only managed to take a step forwards before she collapsed onto the ground.
God, it hurts so much… She didn’t know what the damage was. It was life-threatening for sure. The hook hadn’t been removed yet. S-Should keep the bleeding- Her eyes snapped open as a large, warm hand grabbed the back of her neck.
No, it pretty much engulfed both of her shoulders. He could grasp her by her midsection and nearly be able to close his hand completely. Angela vainly dug her nails into the ground as she was pulled backwards. She felt panic unlike anything she had felt in a long time, perhaps for the first time ever. In the heat of the moment, Angela failed to realize he had also grasped ahold of her armoured leggings.
He pulled her up to her knees, one hand around her shoulders and the other fisted into the ass of her leggings. She was nearly dropped onto her face, or so she thought. Roadhog had dropped her in favour of grabbing ahold of her synthetic wings. It responded to the threat, or perhaps it was responding to her fear. They flap erratically, trying to escape the large man’s hold. It was for nothing. She was trapped and there wasn’t any means of escape.
“Finally caught you, little bird. You won’t be flying away, anymore.”
A wave of nauseating fear swept over her as he began to tug her leggings down. It renewed her instinct to fight but… What was she to do? Every movement was agony and even if she wasn’t injured she wouldn’t be able to fight her way out of his iron grip. She couldn’t reach his hands! She couldn’t- Fuck!
She can’t breathe!
Thick fingers are jammed between her legs from behind. Angela clamps her thighs shut as tightly as she can in spite of the pain in her side that causes her vision to pulse with blackened stars with the rhythm of her heartbeat. She can only feel pain and the fleeting relief of unconsciousness that she desperately tried to stave off.
“D-Don’t- Nngh-!”
Roadhog forces her back to arch by yanking on her wings. It was enough to make her lose what little remaining control she had on her body. Angela’s legs gave out on her. The only thing keeping her upright was Roadhog’s fingers between her legs and the grip he had on her wings. She hissed through clenched teeth as his fingers dug between her slickened folds and began massaging her clit.
It was painful to force herself upright and it was unbearable to have him touching her like that. A finger pushed into her, ignoring how she clenched involuntarily and voluntarily in an attempt to keep him from pushing in further. Angela screwed her eyes shut and cried out as she was stretched painfully. It burned and she could only gasp and choke on her tears as she pressed against her wound with one hand and tried to push his hand away with he other.
Every exaggerated thrust he made was punctuated with a sickening squelch. It was as humiliating as it was painful. She just wanted to stop already!
Squelch
Squelch
Squelch
SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-
Angela didn’t realize she was rocking her hips in rhythm to his finger’s movements. Tears squeezed from her eyes as a certain bundle of soft, spongy tissue was massaged on her frontal walls. The sounds her sex made were lewd. She clamped down onto his finger, her vagina making a wet sucking sound every time he flicked his finger inside of her. It was as much a relief and a disappointment when he forcibly yanked it out of her with a wet POP!
Wait- A disappointment?
Roadhog yanked her up higher by her wings. The tips of her toes were only just off the ground, making her predicament even more precarious than it was before. Angela was too preoccupied with the change to notice that Roadhog’s other hand had retreated behind her. She tried to reach the floor with her feet. Angela kicked her legs out. Perhaps she can escape his grasp! No, she doesn’t move, no matter how much she struggles. Something sliding between her legs makes her blood run cold.
His cock was bigger than his fingers. Much bigger! No, he’s not. He can’t-! Angela isn’t able to put up much more of a fight. She’s lost too much blood. She wouldn’t be able to stop him anyway. If she can’t fight, then what’s the point? She allows her body to fall limp. It wasn’t like he needed an invitation, but Roadhog took it as such.
He teased his cock with her body. Lifting her up and down by those little wings of hers. She spluttered and squeezed her thighs together. It was cute she thought it would do anything to deter him. She’d be a tight fit, but she’s wet enough that it shouldn’t take too much work to force his way inside of her. Mako had to grab one of her thighs and lift it into the air so he could find her cunt. Sure enough, it was a nearly impossibly tight fit. He had to use her entire body weight to even get the head of his cock inside of her. Mercy cried out as the rest of him soon followed.
Fuuuck… She felt better than he imagined. Mako didn’t wait for her to adjust or to stop screaming before he started fucking her. Her knee in the crook of his elbow gave him the perfect amount of leverage to thrust into her at his leisure. He rarely liked a fast fuck, but Mercy was making it difficult for him.
Every time he lifted her up, she sighed in relief. Every time he dropped her back onto his cock, she choked on a scream. She can cry “N-No! Stop, PLEASE-!” as much as she likes. Her pussy told Mako everything he needed to know. Only a sick slut gets this wet when being raped. Ha! She’s even fucking him back now! He knew he wasn’t imagining it when he was fingering her earlier.
PLAT
SQUELCH
PLAT
SQUELCH-
He dropped her thigh and wrapped his hand around her abdomen. This little dove was taking him far better than he expected her to do. Was she used to this kind of treatment? Mako’s balls slapped against the back of her thighs as he pounded into her. Oh shit… He pressed against her torso harder and his little dove gurgled a moan.
He could feel his cock moving inside of her.
It was subtle, but he could see it too, underneath his hand when he speared her body onto his shaft. It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen or felt. His little dove squeezed him tightly whenever he began to pull her off and tried to relax and allow him to press even deeper inside of her when he dropped her back down. Her sticky slick coated his cock. Mako wished there was a mirror nearby so he could see the raunchy way her cunt clung to his cock whenever he pulled out of her. Maybe next time he’d fuck her in front of a mirror. Or a camera…
Mako rested her so she was practically hanging off of him when he started to cum. Her pussy throbbed around him, milking him as he groaned and grinded her ass against his hips. Those wings of hers were convenient in keeping her docile and stable. He gave them a hard yank and his dove trembled around him as she moaned softly.
He pulled her up slowly, until only the head of his cock remained inside of her. She subtly started to press down onto him but he didn’t move. It was cute watching her hang there, uncertain and delirious from blood loss and pleasure. Yeah, he could end this now, toss her down onto the ground and finish the match. But…
Angela screamed as she was dropped back down onto his monstrous cock.
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