thinking abt getting muzzled. not because im too mean, or my bite is really bad, but because im too friendly
getting muzzled because any chance i can get to lick, suck, and drool over someones cock or pussy, im going to take it until theyre shaking and trying to shove me off
getting muzzled because i like the taste of slick and cum too much, because i wont stop shoving the smaller pups down and tongue fucking their holes until they cant cum anymore
seeing someone look at my muzzle and hear that its because im too friendly, only to watch me grin from ear to ear knowing damn well im gonna find a way out of the muzzle and suck them off
started thinking about (healthily) possessive!freelancer and i had to write this down (definitely not bc i would be this kinda possessive with gavin too—). this takes place after they got together but not long after.
cw: just a hint of spice (its gavin what did we expect)
gavin was used to people staring at him. it’s in his nature: his demonic designation meant that he drew people into his orbit even if they didn’t realize it. so he was used to staring, to glances at him as he walked by, to flustered giggling and people swooning over him.
since he and freelancer had made it official (and gods, the feelings that rose up in him at the memory of that night could power the entirety of D.A.M.N.’s campus), he’d also gotten used to people to staring at them on his arm. they weren’t fully used to the attention, if the curls of flustered embarrassment that arose anytime people stared at them for long enough were anything to go off of. they were okay with it, they had assured him more than enough times, just not used to it. which was a shame, because they deserved to feel confident like that more often.
but one night, the two of them had been at a small party. gavin wasn’t even sure which of them had been invited, but they decided to not waste a warm friday night and go check out the scene. gavin had been wearing one of his classic party outfits, a tight black tank top and jeans that left so little to the imagination, while freelancer had thrown on a baggy fit that still made them look extremely hot (if the fresh hickeys on their neck still blooming on their skin were anything to go off of).
freelancer had stayed pretty close to gavin for most of the night, holding his hand and pressing against his side. he didn’t mind it, of course, they were always welcomed to be pressed against him as close as they wanted. people had been staring at him since they entered, wisps and curls of interest and first-sight lust floating into the air around him.
as they were standing by a couch and some chairs, watching the crowd, someone approached gavin. they were cute, but they seemed confident in a way that suggested arrogance, and they seemed to ignore freelancer entirely as they flirted with the incubus, asking him for his name and if he wanted to dance with them.
but, instead of gavin answering with a polite ‘no’, he felt freelancer let go of his hand in favor of wrapping their arm around his waist, pulling him closer to them. their face betrayed nothing, but gavin could feel their indignation as they smoothly told the stranger that gavin was already saving them the first dance of the night. the stranger tried to talk gavin into dancing with them instead, but he played into freelancer’s apparent possessiveness and let one of his hands trail up their back before holding onto the back of their neck before once again denying the stranger’s offer.
they huffed and walked away, but freelancer didn’t let go just yet. they were starting to feel embarrassed, borderline ashamed of the way they had pulled gavin into them, but the incubus let his hand move from their neck to winding into their hair, whispering in their ear how he appreciated their protection, and how they were going to be rewarded for it when they got back to their apartment.
freelancer had flushed at that, but made no effort to let go of gavin. he quickly maneuvered them so that freelancer was sitting on the couch, while gavin was seated sideways in their lap, hand still in their hair and lips pressing against their ear.
they stayed like that until gavin suggested they danced, and the two spent the rest of the night dancing and sweating together, before they went home and got sweaty in a different way altogether.
"you cannot fuck objects" ofc u can u silly! u can be as creative as u want ♡ c'mon, rub ur dick on ur pc, i know u want to. maybe jerk urself off in front of the camera. show ur precious plush ur man boobs. they love u, why won't u love them back??
The recent wave of being loud and proud about being queer is amazing but alterhumans really gotta be careful about carrying that attitude over. There really are not enough of us in this world to protect each other. Making more people aware of us makes them more able to identify us which puts everyone in more danger. The tips we used to subtly display therianthropy in my youth are now useless because our signals have been displayed all over mainstream social media. I feel so scared for all these kids who pressured to ‘come out’ as a kin or plural, and those who participate in the community in ways they think are low-key until their mother comes across a revealing tiktok.
Keeping your privacy is not lying or cowardly, it is keeping yourself safe. If you’re alterhuman and dependent on people you don’t 100% know will accept that— don’t let them know. Being therian does not require gear, being plural does not require alters to outwardly present as different people. You lived however much of your life did without creating proof of your differences, you can wait out the rest until you’re free. The difference between alterhumanity and queerness is with queer folks (though most of this is still relevant) you’re (still temporarily) losing out on a huge part of life by hiding it. There are few benefits to gain by telling your family/school that can’t be gained by using a less risky label (furry, cosplayer, just really into ___). I’m not saying keep everything a secret from everyone forever, just weigh the risks and know that withholding information about your identity that could harm you isn’t the same as being dishonest. Stay safe!
"cute cat comic is actually gory and scary :O so fucked up." isn't a very interesting way to analyze stories... especially since a lot of animal xenofiction is just like that. i'm more curious what did you think about so called "themes" and "characters" and "art direction" but maybe im the weird one...
