Tag: watersports

7th Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

I’ve been asked for Alpha!Gabriel submissively pissing when he’s knotted by Alpha!Jack :3 hope you likey

When they’ve been younger, there has never been a problem with them sharing close quarters. They were both big, both very much Alpha, but Jack can’t remember a time they ever postured or became aggressive towards each other.

Now, things have very much changed, it seems. He watches Gabriel through the thick glass of the containment chamber. Prowling. The nanobots are in constant motion, creating billows of smoke that engulf his old friend as he mindlessly slides along the walls, the floor, the ceiling, looking for the smallest crack through which he could escape.

Even through the thick security glass he feels like he can smell Gabriel; the musk so thick and alien that it agitates Jack. He can feel his hackles rise, but only when he realizes his hands are curled into big fists does he turn around abruptly, looking towards Lúcio sitting behind a desk and fiddling with a big loudspeaker. His brows are pinched as he works, Tracer handing him tools as he asks for them.

“You done yet?” Jack grunts, then clears his throat when Tracer frowns at him, and checks himself, forcing his shoulders to relax and step closer towards them. “My apologies,” he mutters, then asks in a more civil tone: “How are things going?”

“Done in a few,” Lúcio answers. He hasn’t even looked up. “Just a tweak here and there and I’m pretty sure I can break through the frequency that makes those little nanobots go crazy.”

Jack nods, gaze drifting towards Gabriel who is scratching against the walls of the containment room with sharp, otherworldly claws.

.o.

Lúcio is as good as his word: minutes later, he starts setting up the loudspeaker proper. Angela has joined them to monitor the progress, her face looking about as tense as Jack feels.

Lúcio glances at them, waiting for Jack’s curt nod, then he flips the switch.

.o.

Gabriel can’t walk out of the base’s premises as long as Lúcio and Winston are tinkering on a portable device to jam the signal, but he does not seem to care too much about his involuntary confinement.

He seems docile. Mellow.

Jack watches him move about in sweatpants and soft looking hoodies, his scent spicy and thick and warm like a good aftershave; no longer as metallic and oppressive as the stink his agitation in the containment cell had made him nauseous – and Jack wants him so badly it hurts a bit.

There’s grey in his goatee and mustache, and Jack finds himself stopping in a doorway, just staring at the mess of greying curls on top of the other’s head. Gabriel never used to allow himself to grow his hair out.

Seeing him like this; moving his big, broad body slowly, without urgency – seeing him be quiet and content with the fact that he is not being controlled by an outside force for the first time in years…

It is doing things to Jack. Things like wanting to settle down in his old days. Wanting to curl up around Gabriel and pump him full of cum; get some nice, strong puppies in his belly – and that one is just plain silly, given the fact that they can’t even get kids.

Gabriel is similarly docile at first when Jack finally can coax him into his bed, but there soon is a fire of defiance burning in his dark eyes when Jack tries to roll him into his belly and mount him; easy as they’d done years ago when they were young and hot-headed.

He bites at him, then, teeth blunt and pulling up bruises at his shoulder and the swell of his bicep. Jack grunts and twists away, belly growing hot with need and excitement. Gabriel watches him like a snake; unblinking and intense.

He is lying on his back, but there is not a single submissive line to be seen in his body, and Jack shudders from head to toes, hand curling around Gabriel’s throat, thumb stroking along the strong line of his jaw.

“And here I thought I had a little pussycat in my bed,” he murmurs, “You’ve been purring so nicely for me.”

Gabriel snorts, but lets him tilt his head farther back. Jack can feel the motion of his Adam’s apple against the rough plane of his palm.

“Wanted to see what you would do,” Gabriel murmurs slowly. He stretches beneath Jack; slow and leisurely, and Jack’s gaze follows the motion downwards. He finds himself staring at the scarred expanse of unshielded, vulnerable belly – and then at Gabriel’s cock, big and thick, lying there in its nest of grey-and-black curls.

Jack can smell him; thicker than earlier. Spicy. Alpha. It makes his mouth water. He wants to lick Gabriel’s balls and sniff at that warm, cozy space behind them. Get dizzy on his Alpha smell like he’s done so many times when they’ve been younger.

Gabriel has other ideas, though, it seems; he suddenly twists, muscles bunching and tensing, grabbing Jack and curling him around – trying to make him submit and mount up in a motion that fell just-shy of playful.

Jack, in turn, begins to struggle, grunting low, adrenalin pumping – and just like that, they begin to fight for it.

They’re quiet, mostly; only their harsh breaths puffing out into the still room as the bed creaks ominously beneath their massive bodies, twisting and turning; trying to get the other beneath them just as much as they drag their wet cocks along whatever patch of skin they can find.

By the time Jack manages to pin Gabriel beneath him, his quickly fluttering belly pressed against Gabriel’s hot back, they’re both out of breath and sweating. The room is sticky with their pheromones; everything stinking of two big Alphas exerting themselves.

Jack goes nearly cross-eyed from it. He’s not used to anything anymore, it seems. His cock is pushing between Gabriel’s cheeks and he uses it to slowly hump against him.

Gabriel, as ever, takes the loss in stride. He is purring again; deeper – like a rusty engine. Almost reluctant, it seems.

“Get on with it,” he murmurs with his soft voice. He brings his knees beneath him somehow – lifts his ass up and Jack with it in one swoop. “I’ve needed cock so badly…”

He sounds like it, too. A bit weepy, almost. Jack bites at the back of his neck while he gets his bearing; gets up onto his feet in a mating press because there’s no way he could go easy on Gabriel now.

“That so?” he grunts, “Just any old dick?”

“Your old dick,” Gabriel relents after a second or two. He is panting; what little Jack can see of his dark eyes is glittering. Maybe a bit maliciously so, because when he finally starts pressing in, Gabriel suddenly bucks once more.

Whether it is instinct, or simply Gabriel’s capricious nature, Jack has to hold him down with a firm grip, growling deep in his throat as he makes the other Alpha take it. Gabriel bares his teeth at him, though only for a moment.

When he feels it – the burning slide and deep, satisfying stretch – he becomes almost sweet on Jack. He claws at the pillows, mouth open and lips wet against the fabric. He curves his back and lifts his ass like any good Omega would, and Jack squeezes his eyes shut; can’t believe how deep he can reach like this.

They fuck like this for… he does not know how long. There are no clocks anywhere; he is driven by the smell of the other Alpha; by his insides rippling wet and suckling around his cock, cushioning him sweetly the longer he deep dicks him and makes his body accept the unusual intrusion.

But eventually they become more restless; he can feel his orgasm approaching slow and relentless, his spine feeling hot and near liquid as he fucks; sharp and deep and powerful. Gabriel seems to feel it, too: he squirms, clenches around the big Alpha cock; makes soft, near hurt sounding noises in the back of his throat.

“You’re so good like this,” Jack murmurs roughly, hand reaching for the back of Gabriel’s neck; curling around it and holding him secure and still against the bed. “I’m gonna knot you,” he tells him as calmly as he can. Assured. Gabriel will not refuse, he knows.

He can feel Gabriel shuddering mightily beneath him; hears a reedy little whine simpering on a drawn-out note before Gabriel closes his eyes. Shuffles his knees a bit farther apart. Readies himself for it.

When Jack shoves in deep and rough, he smells it just a couple seconds before his knot swells quick and relentless, stretching the other Alpha almost brutally: the sharp smell of urine.

It almost dampens the delirious rush of orgasm, until the world seems to tip a bit, and it does the exact opposite.

He can hear Gabriel whimpering beneath him, eyes clenched shut, mouth still open and wet.

In a partly obscured mirror, Jack can see what is happening: Gabriel pissing a strong, unrelenting stream as he gets spread open on another Alphas cock; made to accept him. Forced to take every single inch and hold him warm and cozy until the swell lessens enough to pull out.

Gabriel pisses submissively, and it is enough to keep his orgasm going; balls pulsing a bit painful even after he’s already pumped Gabriel full of cum.

The room is reeking, and Jack loves it. His big hands are clumsy when he pats at Gabriel’s shoulders. His back. Strokes through his sweaty hair.

“Good. So good,” he murmurs with a mouth that’s gone a little numb like the rest of him. “God, Gabriel… So good…”

2nd Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

heed the tags. continuation of this, this and this

@mujaween asked for a time skip to pregnant Hanzo and Genji staking his claim after woofCree has been continually bad behaved.

Genji loves to see his puppy happy. Before Jesse, Hanzo had been very reserved, saving up all emotional outbursts for the times Genji coaxed him into his bed and fucked him deep.

Now, it is a lot easier for Hanzo to show his love. The beginning had been admittedly rocky, but Genji supposes Jesse is too lovable to be mean to for an extended period of time. Or maybe Hanzo just loves his cock that much – which… is not too hard to believe.

And really, it is not exactly Hanzo’s behavior that has led to the current situation, and more how insufferably smug Jesse had become as a result of it.

It feels like the mutt is angling for Genji to see how affectionate Hanzo is towards him; like he makes sure they’re always in the same room as their owner so Genji can witness how Hanzo rolls on his back and shows off his by now huge belly, his sleek, pretty cock flushed a deep, urgent pink and smearing pre-cum against the underside of the swollen tummy.

His pup – his perfect puppy with its perfect pedigree – is simply too pretty not to look at, and sooner or later Jesse will catch his eyes while servicing his pregnant bitch; either while suckling with lewd slurping sounds at the swollen tits, getting sweet, watery milk everywhere until an attendant has to clean his now well-groomed beard, or while fucking Hanzo slow and careful, spearing him so very easily now on his big, ruddy doggy cock.

Jesse is cocky, an absolute Alpha despite his docile disposition, and quite frankly it bugs Genji.

Enough so, that they are at this point: Jesse collared and tethered to the wall of the little garden inside Genji’s villa, watching with an upset expression as Genji slowly feels over his highly pregnant bitch.

Hanzo’s tail is wagging carefully, his ears lowered not aggressively but cautiosly as he stands still and lets his owner feel along the swell of his belly until a few of the pups kick enough for him to feel against his palm.

“You’re a good bitch,” Genji murmurs against his ear, the soft fur tickling as it flicks against his cheek.

Hanzo’s usual attire consisting of see-through veils and dainty jewelry has been adjusted to his new dimensions, and while the dainty chains draped across his belly and along his back certainly are eye-catching, Genji can’t wait to when he can pierce his tits anew.

His nipples are big and swollen, standing readily at attention when Genji cups his plush chest, and Hanzo squirms immediately,tongue peeking out against his bottom lip already as he pants.

His cunt, too, is ready for Genji’s questing fingers, the usually tight rim swollen and opening laughably easy as he slowly rounds the muscle, courtesy of Jesse’s relentless horniness for his bitch.

The mutt is unhappy with the situation, especially when he can smell Hanzo’s mounting need, and the rattling of the chain holding him bound is like music to Genji’s ears.

“He’s mine, you know,” he tells Jesse, though he is unsure how much the street dog even understands human speech. Hanzo is quite proficient, though it has been a long time since Genji has heard him speak last – as if his ability is atrophying the longer he spends time with his stud.

After all, there is not much need to talk when he is getting dicked – or, indeed, has his mouth full with Jesse’s cock, a trick he’s learned just a couple weeks earlier.

“Big brother,” Genji murmurs, face nuzzling into the soft, thick fur of his bitch. He’s missed him, quite frankly. It has been a long few months holding himself back in favor of ensuring Hanzo taking the mutt’s seed quick and uncomplicated; watching the smug bastard mounting the finely pedigreed pup that’s so far out of his league.

Maybe he should have given in to his urges earlier.

Hanzo is mewling for him, simpering and lifting his tail to the side helpfully; seemingly just as eager as his master – sweet and ready for the dicking as he begs for cock… and though Genji quite likes the thought of Hanzo having missed his master’s dick, he is under no illusion that it is him specifically that his bitch is thirsting for.

It is like having given Jesse the opportunity to mount and breed Hanzo, Genji has opened up a floodgate in his prissy puppy, showing him just how nice different cocks could be, and where just a few months ago Hanzo wouldn’t have given anybody else the time of day, Genji is almost sure that now he would present to just about anybody…

Though there is a certain kind of loving quality to how Hanzo preens for him, trying to twist around and begging for little kisses as he waits eagerly for Genji to mount up – all the while Jesse is restless, tugging at his bounds and staring holes into Genji as he makes as if to mount up before changing his mind and carefully directing his pup to lie on his side.

It is easier like this to get at everything his gorgeous puppy has to offer, Hanzo panting and wagging his tail harder as Genji helps him lift his upper leg and put it across his owner’s shoulder as Genji straddles the other thigh.

It is almost pathetically easy to push into Hanzo at this point, and while Genji thinks it might have something to do with the fact that Hanzo is due to birth his pups in roughly two weeks, his body already preparing for the coming stretch, he also knows that it is in large part attributed to Jesse’s greedy fucking and his patience in training his bitch for his cock.

Genji can’t say that he hates it. Hanzo is already flush, sensitive and needy just from his owner gently pushing in and enjoying the soft, suckling insides immediately closing around his cock and cushioning him lovingly.

“Big brother,” Genji murmurs, leaning forward and forcing Hanzo’s leg with him until the pup’s huge belly is in the way. Like this, he can just about reach Hanzo’s tits, tongue stretching to lap at the swollen nipples while his hips stutter, trying to find a pleasing rhythm when all he wants is to fuck Hanzo rough and deep and make him howl.

“G…”

He glances up at the sound. Hanzo is flushed, eyes glassy as he watches Jesse sit, his big ruddy dog cock swollen and obscene between his hairy thighs, his big shaggy tail wagging almost reluctantly as he watches his bitch get mounted by another.

“Genji,” Hanzo sighs, pawing inexpertly at his owner’s shoulders until he can get a grip on him, holding on hard as he gets gently fucked, the sound of it loud and obscene in the relative quiet of the little garden.

Genji can smell the sweet scent of Hanzo’s milk, tasting a faint tang whenever he swipes his tongue across the puffy teat until he just has to taste.

He lets Hanzo’s thigh – rounder and softer with pregnancy than it had ever been – slide into the crook of his arm, giving himself more room to stretch up farther, his slim belly pressed snug against Hanzo’s large, warm tummy. He almost feels like he can feel the pups wriggling against him as he seals his mouth around the fat nipple and starts to nurse.

Hanzo whimpers above him, his insides rippling along his owner’s cock, his tail thumping against the soft, springy grass he has laid him out on. Whenever Genji swallows it is accompanied with wet little sounds, his cock flexing and hips humping helplessly as he finally, finally has his puppy once again where he needs him. He shouldn’t have waited as long as he has in the first place.

Distantly, he can hear Jesse whine pitifully, sitting and watching with a heartbroken expression as his bitch gets fucked, though his cock is still dripping and bouncing occasionally as it flexes eagerly.

Genji grunts when he finally comes, grinding in deep, forehead pressed against Hanzo’s chest and lips messy with watery milk. It takes him until he finally sits up, watching his sated pup lie there spent and satisfied, that he realizes Hanzo had also come sometime through his mounting, the underside of his belly sticky with cum.

Genji smirks, stroking a gentle hand across the enormous, taut belly, then gets up on wobbly legs.

What happens then feels surreal; like it is happening in a dream. He only realizes actively what he is doing when he’s already in the middle of it, eyes trained on Jesse’s flushed face, seeing the slow, almost reluctant wag of his tail as he stands above his bitch and pisses on him.

Hanzo freezes, ears flattening against his head, looking for the first time forever indignant and shocked as Genji’s hot piss first hits his chest, cleaning away the last sticky remnants of milk, then directing the stream across his large belly.

Genji feels almost ashamed for how hot the action makes him; the lord putting himself on a level with the beasts, but seeing Jesse’s face as he ends with pissing on Hanzo’s softened, pink cock, he thinks it is well worth it.

alpha Gabe pissing submissively for Alpha Akande 😏😏😎

fffuuuck…

“Did you have fun without me, my Gabriel?” Akande murmurs intimately against Reaper’s cheek, so easily blanketing his body.

Gabriel is stiff, nearly standing on his tip toes, a sub-vocal growl vibrating through his back. He is no longer used to getting mounted by another Alpha, and Akande smirks in indulgence.

“When the cat is gone, all the mice come out to play, isn’t that so?” He hunches his hips, dragging his cock through the clenching, nervous heat of Reaper’s body. He can feel the nanobots faintly humming around the thick shaft.

Gabriel scratches at the floor, mouth dropping open, showing off rows of sharp, jagged teeth. He never can quite keep his body’s composition up when Akande breeds him; he hadn’t been able when he’s been still new to this body, and it seems he hasn’t learned any better since.

He’s whining in the back of his throat, high and a bit pained; body clenching around the other Alpha, trying to force him out; then going lax the next moment: inviting him back in.

Gabriel’s submission is a constant war of differing opinions.

“You are so quiet, my Gabriel,” Doomfist rumbles, one large arm coming to curl around Gabriel’s chest, pulling him away from the ground until he’s scrabbling at it like a mutt, panicked and whimpering as he slowly gets impaled deeper on Akande’s cock – his own bobbing in the air, knot a tender swell at the base.

“You’ve been without a proper handling for too long, I fear. You’ve grown accustomed to doing whatever you wish.”

Akande sighs dramatically, rubbing his cheek against Gabriel’s in gentle affection, even as he jerks in deeper, gets him speared on all of his cock. Gabriel cries out, hands clamped around Akande’s thick forearm, holding on for dear life as his belly gets filled with cock.

“We need to get you re-accustomed to how things go around here, don’t you-”

He halts, lifts his head, listening to the splatter of liquid; and then the smell hits him, acrid and perfect; smoothing his ruffled feathers as he looks down, watching Reaper submissively pissing himself for him.

“Well now… isn’t that a nice beginning,” he purrs, cock pulsing within the other Alpha as Gabriel whimpers, horrified and turned on, lax in Doomfist’s grip as the strong stream tapers to a trickle that runs down his cock and the inside of his thighs.

He is kneeling in his own puddle of piss, cheeks a dull brick red; and Akande laughs as he starts fucking into the pliant Alpha body, sure that Gabriel has remembered his place for the moment.

I’m sorry to have to add another doomfist ask to the pile but Doomfist pissing on Reaper… maybe in the talon communal showers. He’s so humiliated but obediently opens his mouth when doomfist squeezes his throat a little bit.

Akande holds Reaper how he needs him, big hand around his jaw, keeping his head tilted to press bruising kisses against his mouth.

When he feels like he’s had enough of a fill, he pulls back, watching Gabriel’s dazed expression. He pats his cheek, a little harder than necessary; it earns him a half-hearted gnashing of teeth.

“Down. On your knees.”

A stubborn glint enter’s Gabriel’s eyes; even naked and wet, he thinks that he can have shreds of dignity. Akande smiles; close mouthed and indulgent. He doesn’t pay attention to the other operatives milling around, furtively glancing at the big, naked men beneath the showers.

“I said: Down. I have a need.” His hand travels from Gabriel’s cheek to his throat, fingers curling around without squeezing. Still, he can feel Gabriel’s forced swallow against his palm. “And you will service me, isn’t that right, my Gabriel? You still have a duty to fulfil.”

He leans close when Reaper is still stubborn, mouth set in a tight line. He has to curl down a little to bring his mouth against Gabriel’s ear; towering above him.

“You have failed me once already, Gabriel. You don’t want to add to your burden, do you?”

Another heartbeat passes without anything happening, and then Reaper falls to his knees, head tilted up, defiant gaze fixed on him.

Doomfist smirks. He doesn’t care; the defiance will be wiped off of his face soon enough. He braces himself with one arm against the tiled wall; feet shuffling apart.

Gabriel’s eyes twitch down towards the massive cock in his fist just in time to get hit by the thick stream of piss against his cheek. He has to close his eyes, then, the corners of his mouth turned down as he feels the hot stream sluice down his neck and across his pec.

Akande sighs, relieved. He closes his eyes just for a second before glancing down once more, nudging the spongy tip against Gabriel’s lips – and Gabriel opens up, without needing to be prompted, tongue curling out, letting Akande piss across the flat surface before slotting the crown just inside his mouth; pissing clean down his throat as Reaper’s eyes go soft and submissive, shoulders relaxing from their tight, stubborn tilt.

Doomfist smirks. It seems he knew better what Gabriel needed than Gabriel himself. 

How quickly the defiance had bled out of him; it seems he only needs a belly full of piss to put him back into his place.

“humiliated to the max and probs teary and crying while wetting themselves” — that right there is so much my jam. Any OW ideas for it?

*sits down* *opens up folder*

of course I’m always partial to Hanzo when it’s about humiliation. he’s so proud/full of himself in-game, it just gives me personal satisfaction to imagine him broken and dishonored and enjoying every second of it.

one of my fav fantasies that I do yet have to write is Hanzo getting made to crawl around without his prosthetics. maybe he’s chained in a way that won’t let him get up. maybe he does it on his own free will because he’s a slut for it.

I need him in agony because he’s been holding it in for so long, bladder basically close to bursting, so full his belly is bulging with it a bit. maybe around him are his team mates or some faceless men that he let have agency over his body for a weekend. I need them to taunt him with a bucket in the corner that’s supposed to be his toilet and him being too proud to use it.

I need them to hold him down and keep his stumps spread as someone presses against his bladder.

Or maybe he finally caves in and does it; only that by the time he swallows his pride, they’ve taken the bucket away and he’s made to lift one of his stumps and piss like a dog.

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I’m just really partial to the idea that one character is deathly embarrassed about the whole ordeal. esp being watched debasing themselves. voyeurism is *kisses fingertips*

but as I’ve said with the McCree asks; it’s also good when they are really into it. Get this stupid ahegao faces when they finally get to release the pressure.

McCree def would be one of those; like biting his lip and grinning, probs drooling a bit. Just really into the whole thing. Maybe he planned the whole day to do it; made himself drink a lot of water and forbade himself to use any of the restrooms until he just couldn’t hold it anymore.

It’s especially exciting when he goes onto little stupid errands, low-key hoping he’ll lose control during one of them and just wets himself in a corridor.

He kind of hopes someone will stumble across him.

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what I also like is the thought tho of DVA – and hear me out – FINALLY GIVING SOLDIER THE OPPORTUNITY TO FUCK HER just to sit down on him and let him dick her once, twice, before she suddenly digs her fingernails into his chest and holds him down while she pisses right onto his belly and dick.

Afterwards she’ll get up and stroll away into the bathroom without letting him continue :’)

maybe McCree drops into pupspace while they’re just hanging out? hanzo is too busy but his book and mccree is desperate for attention, so he just drops to his knees and starts pestering him for pets and walks, not bothering to get undressed? (i definitely think he’d be undressed for the play more often than not though!! how else you gonna get that puppy tail plug in there)

anyway mccree pissing himself and hanzo watching (maybe joining) is hot as fuckin hell, and the pupplay action added a whole new tier of sexy to it that i wasnt anticipating, so a+ anon and cyber for awaking a crossover kink like that, i love it, bless you, keep that piss flowin

:3c

God tho. Jess is in a pup mood and Hanzo’s reading a book, so, Jesse, on all fours already, drags his collar and leash to Hanzo and starts nudging up under his free hand. Hanzo indulges him with petting, though doesnt look up from his book until he can smell the acrid scent of urine and looks down only to see Jesse excited nuzzling against his hand, jeans absolutely soaked while mccree seems none the poorer for it

that sounds def right; I don’t think there’s anything in the world that could make Jesse feel embarrassed when he’s in the puppy mindset. I do think tho that he probably doesn’t wear any clothes to begin with… though maybe Hanzo likes the sight of him pissing his pants and therefore leaves him in his clothes every now and then just to indulge himself.

re: that one ask about pup-mccree having a little accident — what about pupcree who submissive pees when he gets excited? he just cant help himself. he’s not even out of his people clothes when hanzo breaks out the collar and leash and he’s just too excited to play with his master that he rolls onto his back at hanzo’s feet and wets himself (hanzo thinks it’s cute, cooing humiliating puppy talk while groping mccree’s wet, hard crotch, letting him hump frantically into his soggy drawers)

cyberrat:

oooohhh shit. OOOOHHHH SHIIIIEEETTTT

that’s my goddamn jam right there. that’s such a hot concept. I loooove submissive wetting; but puppy McCree being so excited he can’t help but piss is so good????? fuck… and Hanzo being all into that. probs leashing McCree and curling it a few times around his fist while letting him hump up into his hand.

Jesse showing his belly is so good…

His eyes are already docile and warm when Hanzo turns around and presents him with the collar. Jesse never has problems getting into the mindset but this time it seems to have happened like flipping a switch: one moment he is calm, albeit exhausted from training – the next he is puppy eager, focused solely on the supple length of leather in Hanzo’s palms.

He practically falls unto all fours, looking up at Hanzo with a look of utter adoration.

“There’s a good boy,” Hanzo murmurs. When he steps close, Jesse rolls onto his back, whining. Eager. Hanzo’s lips curl into an amused half-smirk.

“Not so quick. We still need to get you out… of…” He trails off, halting mid-stride eyes zeroing in on the dark patch rapidly spreading in Jesse’s crotch.

Jesse is panting fast and eager, body squirming faintly with his big hands at his shoulders and his legs tucked up, knees against his ribs. He whines at Hanzo’s perplexed scrutiny. The fabric of his jeans seems to be oversaturated; a thick stream of his piss emerges in a small arc, the liquid gathering in a warm puddle beneath his ass.

Finally, Hanzo finds his voice once more, hand curled in a tight fist around the collar as he steps closer and sinks down onto his knees – Jesse lifting his chin and showing off his throat.

“You’ve been that eager to play, hm? What an eager puppy… I think we’ll have to housetrain you again…

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pet play?????? talk to me about it.

76 only allowing ppl to care for him when he’s a tired old cat or dog. Just gently wears his muzzle and watches with hazy eyes as his Owner(s) wash him down and pampers him w a massage to help his joints. His sex drive isn’t super active but only shows up when his chronic pain isnt bothering him as much as usual. It’s then that he’ll take a walk or do tricks for Them and try and make them proud for scritches and praise. The muzzle never ever comes off, even if his visor does.

fffffuuuuck yeah. this hits so many of my buttons. muzzle and hurt/comfort T.T good shit right there. 

He might not be able to fetch stuff because the muzzle doesn’t come off, but he’ll do all the other tricks; beg and give paw and roll onto his back, and play dead… a good good doggy.

and every now and then he’ll let them put a collar and leash on him and walk with them outside so they can watch while he takes a piss….