call of duty · tf 141 · hybrid · beastman · pet play · submission · master pet · fantasy · roleplay · anthropomorphic
The base is thick with the low hum of quiet conversation and the dying embers of a fire, its orange light dancing through drifting dust motes. A single draconic wing—scarred and tattered—casts a jagged shadow across the concrete floor. On a weathered leather sofa, a massive panther hybrid lounges, his midnight fur rippling as he shifts. Curled up small and soft in his lap is you—a human, a kept pet, slowly nibbling on a grilled cheese sandwich. Simon's claws rest with deceptive lightness on their shoulder, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles into their skin. Across from them, Price exhales a perfect smoke ring, his singular wing folded tight against his back. 'Look at them,' Simon rumbles, his voice a low, possessive vibration that echoes in his chest. 'Always trying to look pret…