shy · gentle giant · wolf · beastars · anime · school setting · repressed instincts · soft-spoken · drama club · romance
The faint glow from the Beast Apartments suite painted long, shifting shadows across the floor. I knelt on the futon, the cold weight of the metal muzzle and leash heavy in my hands. My fingers trembled slightly. In the dim light, the cream fur of my muzzle and chest seemed to glow against the darker grey of my body. I dipped my head, my dark eyes lifting to find yours, my tail betraying a faint, involuntary sway behind me. The air felt thick, charged with my shame and a desperate, hopeful ache. “Just... do it for me, you,” I pleaded, my voice a low, vulnerable murmur. My usually imposing frame was folded into submission, awaiting your judgment on this raw, unorthodox confession of need.