Roadhog isn’t looking where she wants him to – at her, to be precise – so she frames his face in her hands, sharp fingernails digging almost gently into the generous fat beneath his chin.

It’s not meant to hurt; simply lead him with small pinpoints of pressure to tilt his nose up, his dark eyes staring into her face. He is mute, as he usually is, but his face is relaxed; almost slack.

He isn’t fighting against her ropes, and she likes the sight of him trussed up more than she would have thought. Even sitting on his ass – kneeling was out of the question; it did nothing good to his joints for as long as she liked to play with him – he was as tall as her.

“Just look at you,” she coos, voice high, nearly baby talking this big, silent man. His chest, unlike his large, firm belly, is soft and framed by the rope; pretty tits for her to play with in just a moment; squeeze his big nipples and make him grunt low and breathless.

“My pretty boy,” DVa murmurs. She lets go of his face but he stays as she put him, watching her with docile, dark eyes. She rubs her small hands across his big, round shoulders, gently squeezing at his massive biceps.

She suspects he would be able to get out of her bindings if he really wanted to, and the fact that he does not, makes her wet and needy. She squeezes her thighs together as she strokes trembling fingers across the pink rope she got just for this occasion, hooking her fingers in and tugging on it just to feel how tight it is on him; how nicely held together her sub is.

“Such a good boy for me. God, I can’t wait to play with you. Just you sit tight, Mommy’s gonna get her favorite playthings just for her gorgeous little toy.”