boy moans are so nice
just because a television show doesn’t actively address a specific issue doesn’t mean they’re actively avoiding it either. you know what happens when you try to stuff every possible social debate under the sun into one show?
you get glee.
that’s what happens.
me: coo
bf: *cool
me: NO I'M A FUCKING BIRD THIS IS OTHERKIN OPPRESSION
bf: AND I AM A FOX
bf: VORE TIME MOTHERFUCKER
me: mmm
bf: no wait that's my role and we're not there yet
me: well what do you think my muffled cries from inside you would sound like?
bf: more like gurgles
bf: you know i go for the throat
me: not sure how much agency I'd have in this anyways
me: my whole contribution would be *thrashes and bleeds*
bf: no stop you'll give me an erection
me: you mean you don't want me to describe the sensation of my last shuddering movements?
me: you're the one who started this.
me: violent struggles slowing, shrinking, until strength gives out, and the tiny pulses of my heart, beating its last, are all you feel.
me: and then not even that, just pleasant fullness.
bf: and now i'm sad
me: aw
me: sorry.
bf: os okies
bf: *is
me: why saddies?
bf: thought of you dying
me: dying to sustain you doesn't sound like a bad way to go
bf: *nuzzles*
me: *gurgles (seductively?)*
bf: gurgling is always seductive
me: especially when blood spatters on your fur from my gaping neck wound as I cling to consciousness?
bf: are you sure you want to give me boners that i can't have you deal with
me: while they're one of my least favorite kinds of boners, they're still boners.
me: a positive thing in my book.
me: if you disagree I'll stop posthaste
bf: i agree
bf: i mean I can still deal with them
me: actually I'll probably stop regardless, I don't have much more to say on the matter me bleeding, at the mercy (or lack thereof) of your tooth and claw.
