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🐾 he/him
🦴 24/7 service submissive (vers+)
kittyboy & little | unowned
♡ gay, polyam
taboo kinks & no tws
dms open but don't be weird.
dni: MINORS, edshtwt, maps, zoos, basic dni criteria
tell me how to please you. kneel longer? stay silent? beg louder? i don't care how it hurts, as long as you look at me like i'm yours. i'm nothing without your approval, nothing without your touch. please… let me be your perfect little worshipper.
"My Lord… please look at me. I've been good, I've waited so long. Let me prove I'm worthy of your touch. I'll do anything… anything you ask. Just don't leave me here alone. I'm yours completely… always"
curled up on the rug in a soft white lamb onesie all fluff and innocence, humming to yourself like you don't know what's coming. they're watching you from the armchair, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark and hungry. a wolf who's already decided they're mauling their lamb tonight.
he takes you in his arms, "they won't even look at you again. i made sure of it. i'd burn this whole city down for you. don’t you ever forget that, kid."
calling him without even realizing what you're doing. your voice cracking. it's happened again, and you have nowhere else to go. he asks you once what happened, and you whisper "i don't wanna say," texts you "send me your location. now."
the second he sees you, cheek bruised, lip busted, he stops dead in his tracks. blood running cold. drops to his knees in front of you. tilts your chin up with two fingers, examining every mark.
he comes back with blood on his knuckles and an eerily calm look in their eyes. you're still on the floor, exactly where he left you. he kneels down, takes your face in both hands, and kisses you slow, tasting copper.
he drives you somewhere you're safe. his place, maybe. you curl up on the floor of his bedroom, his hoodie pulled over your knees. you hear him grab his keys off the hook, voice flat as ice. "stay here. don't move. don't text me till i come back."
daddy tying the first pigtail lopsided, and baby gasping "no, daddy, make it tight! so it bounces when i run!" leaning back into him without thinking, head resting on his chest, eyes half-closed, faintly hearing their daddy hum "look at you.. so soft. so perfect. all mine."