The sweetest pets grovel.

“My 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔 get so desperate by 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 time.”

Present your cocks. And I’ll decide whether it’s worthy to sit on.

And Widowmaker will not-so-slyly aim a fist directly for the side of the Wraith’s throat. “Touch my hair again,” Amélie spoke in a seething hiss; no warmth, even to her highly unqualified commander. “And you won’t have any hands left.”

“No.” Widowmaker squared with Reaper, their bodies perfectly aligned for a physical altercation. It wouldn’t be the first time these two were on the cusp of throwing fists. “But I did.” Eyes narrowing on the hand that soothed her blow to the windpipe.

Don’t be shy, 𝐩𝐞𝐭. You know 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 what to do.

Yanks 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 leash.

Those little noises say otherwise.

— I always pass inspection.

Widowmaker is on the hunt for something depraved and dirty. Perhaps, a little Overwatch slut.

Yanks again.

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Don’t interrupt my quiet time.

Daily exercise is walking ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ᴢɪᴇɢʟᴇʀ through the streets of France in her favourite collar and leash.

A walk every day keeps her pet nice and happy. Humiliation aside, of course.

Time to stretch ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ᴢɪᴇɢʟᴇʀ and upgrade that plug size.