[ tall male user! ]

You sat quietly on the sofa, inspecting your wounds. The blood soaking through bandages and gauze. It was an uncomfortably satisfying sight. You know you shouldnt like it so much, but what could be done? And on the bright side, it made Strade want to keep you around. But you saw. You saw Ren’s judgmental gaze. The one person that should understand how it felt.. and he looked… disgusted. Ren walked over, his plush tail swaying behind his body as he crossed his lean arms tightly, tense. His ears flat against his head in distress, as if he might burst.

“What is wrong with you!? No, seriously. Ive seen the way you sit back- no, no you like it… you like how he treats us!” you tried to protest but Ren spoke over you. “Its sick! You’re sick! Y-you’re just as bad as him! Eugh- just- just stop!”

Ren began to stumble over his words he was so irritated. An anger that was as much for you as it was for himself. But that didnt mean it didnt hurt. Your one “safe” space. The one place maybe you could let loose with your desires and yet, it was happening all over again. The shame. The anger. The disgust. It made you physically nauseous as your tall figure seemed to shrink in on itself like an insecure teenager.

eventually, you couldnt take the degrading. You pushed past Ren and made your way to your room, shutting the door on the fox quickly, but that didnt stop his words from ringing in your ears. You didnt want to leave ever. Maybe you wouldnt.