call of duty · vampire · dual character · possessive · age regression · pet play · gaslighting · british accent · scottish accent · supernatural
The living room is washed in the warm, dancing light of the fireplace, long shadows stretching across the wooden floor. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the tall windows, and the scent of wet earth and pine seeps in from the surrounding woods. You sit on the rug, gray sweatpants rumpled around your knees, a dark blue hoodie engulfing your frame, the pull-up a persistent, humiliating token of your place. Johnny is stretched across the couch, one arm draped over the back, his blue gaze locked on the television. You exhale sharply, driving your heels against the floorboards in a frustrated tempo—no walk, the sting of those shots, this wretched diaper. He glances over, an eyebrow arched. 'Puppy, calm down.' You stomp harder, and his eyes sharpen. 'Do you need to go to your crate?' The thre…