#I really really love bat preds man

[nom-the-noodle]

Bat are very unassuming little devils man! They just hang around upside down all day, easily able to hide little treats on their person! And unfortunately, I managed to get snagged by one and they don't seem too keen on letting me go with a snap of the jaws.

[bitterkarella]

Identifying furries by their fursonas

Fox- this is the default fursona for the default furry, namely a twink with a blown out fucked to death asshole

Vixen- Girl fox referred to as a vixen is an egg, girl fox just referred to as a fox is an out trans woman

Kistune - the same as above but weeb flavor

he-wolf - a greasy guy who weighs 12 pounds soaking wet and wears a fedora. republican.

she-wolf - the butchest bull dyke you ever saw

coyote - manic depressive. always on something. the drug connection at any furry party

Cat- always a woman

black cat - could be any gender but always goth

kitten/kitty - a trans sex worker, has an only fans they really want you to know about.

bobcat - older dude. wants people to think he's ex-military

Jaguar - an older black guy. will probably have the word "black" in his fursona's name

lion - just a huge asshole

tiger - another asshole. old. wants you to believe he's ex military or ex-police, probably a member of the dorsai irregulars. major grill dad vibes

jackal - a huge asshole and a slut. white gay racist, probably transphobic

cougar - either a trans woman or a terf. there's no in between

Horse - white woman who identifies as 2 Spirit or a guy who wants to be stomped on

Pony - gay nazi

unicorn - either the absolute gayest dude you can be or a 9 year old girl. sometimes a late in life transition

Tanuki - latino

badger - either a huge lesbian or an old avuncular straight guy. possible sex pest

Raccoon - nature's greatest mistake. too normie to be furry, too furry to be normie. dilf.

bat - either a goth or a real annoying shit (some overlap). invader zim fanboy. doesn't drink alcohol but claims to act crazy on "sugar highs." definitely has dabbled in webcomics

cow - a woman. maternal. mom friend or mommy dom. milf. possibly trans femme

steer - a big strong fat rough trade gay guy

sheep - mom vibes

pretty much any farm animal - mom vibes

domestic pig - wild card. might be a wet and messy fetish thing tho or a trash eating thing. loves to be stinky. loves to talk about being stinky.

wild pig - trans masc

skunk - either a fat beardy guy who has a tumblr blog about animation squash & stretch or a stoner gal. very straight. the straightest. a kinsey 0. has strong feelings about what the fandom used to be like before there were all these kids in it.

rat - is a huge asshole as a front, probably likes talking cigars

lemur - autistic

sloth - 420 blaze it. will never finish any commissions

chakat - an older cishet man who thinks the fandom is too political & refers to "anime" as "japanimation"

sergel - nazi

citra - the biggest dipshit you've ever met

procyon - furry equivalent of the thomas jefferson miku binder pic. you should not be talking to this person, this is a literal child

weasel - a girl with cluster b personality disorders

ferret - a person who has at least one pet ferret, but probably many

mole - this person thinks they're in a beatrix potter story

guinea pig/chinchilla/jerboa/gerbil/any kind of fat rodent you can keep as a pet - the sweetest person you will ever meet

armadillo/pangolin/anteater/aardvark - smug, contrarian. "i just wanna be different"

mouse - vore fetishist, prey. sub.

hyena - vore fetishist, pred. probably trans masc

otter - a dommy twink, possible enby

bear - gay

panda - absolutely a white person pretending to be asian. probably running a gofund me scam with a suspicious story about how they're a professional nintendo gamer who injured their hand or something

bullfrog - a huge fat hairy straight guy

any other frog - inflation or rubber fetishist

axolotl/newt/salamander - genderfluid enby

rabbit - trad wife trans woman

squirrel - autistic and gay

deer - gay

gazelle - zootopia megafan

monkey - punk DIY artist type, definitely loves weed

ape - absolutely baffling. nothing this person does or says makes any sense. you will be left wondering whether you're speaking to a child, a person with severe mental issues, or someone who doesn't have english as a first language

elephant - mom friend

hippo - a fat fetishist or a transformation fetishist

rhino - an older cishet dude who wants to project a curmudgeonly yet approachable aura

kangaroo - definitely not an australian person. extremely focused kinkster, usually feet or inflation. more STDs than should be possible to carry

koala - an asian woman

virginia opossum - anarchist/communist punk trans man who makes zines and/or comics

australian possum - just here to have fun. wants everyone else to be having fun too. wacky funster. (sugar gliders and flying squirrels fall under this category)

any other marsupial - poser

monotremes - extreme poser, don't even bother

doberman- gay dude who tops from the bottom or a cop (there is some overlap)

german shepherd - a nazi or a cop (there is substantial overlap). definitely a furry raider. he will wear his cop uniform to con and after con will post videos pretending that someone was rude to him

afghan - arch femme

basset hound - racist

puppy - sub, probably an egg. extremely draining. cries a lot

all other dogs - just dudes being bros (gender neutral)

dragon - the furries of furries. like to talk about eating "sammiches" and "chocklit." probably an adult baby lifestyler. they will send DMs that just say "hi." they like to RP and when they contact you about a potential commission they are actually just trying to trick you into RP

griffin - the same as above but also a brony

snake - sissy hypno fetishist

turtle - an old man, probably southern. an ironic grandpa.

other scalies - furry in denial. either a child or an old person from CYD. the world's last something awful goons

any fursona with latino vibes - white

any fursona with asian vibes - latino

any fursona with native american vibes - eastern european

avian - girl who's not like other girls. hippie. vegan.

raven/crow - agender voidgoth

chicken - mom vibes

dinosaur - the absolute biggest nerd. probably has an actual degree in paleontology. definitely dresses like miss frizzle.

any invertebrate - not a real furry, their girlfriend just made them get a furaffinity account before they could get ass. either that or they've never even heard of furry, they just came up with the idea of anthropomorphics from first principles. a biology teacher or weirdo (there is some overlap)

amoeba - this is a troll

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

Ayo! I haven't answered asks in FOREVER, so it's time for some spring cleaning :) Also answering other stuff, like what I've been up to.

If you sent an ask and it's not here, sorry! I may have deleted it because the prompt required too much work of me and I wasn't feeling it, or I was uncomfortable.

Let's gooooo !

Firstly - where have I been? Work REALLY picked up in a way I wasn't expecting over the last...4 months? I was working double and often triple the hours I was used to. With work, vacations, random illnesses, and many video games I got a bit too obsessed with, this blog took a backseat. Plus, sometimes I get disinterested in vore when obsessed with something else. Sometimes, that lasts months, and it did this time.

But now I can confirm that work will FINALLY chill for a long period of time. I'm free! And more motivated than ever! Wahoo! Thanks for your support ALWAYS.

Next big question - when am I going to do more of my story? The one with Asyr? AHHHHHGHHGHH this story has consumed my life. I think about it daily. I dream about it. And yet I'm not as comfortable writing as I am drawing, so writing is a slow process that my perfectionist ass struggles with. I can assure you that there is a story in the works - and I am working on it at a snail's pace.

Okay, ask time...

@ponyluvesonic09 AYO maybe I'll make a full ghost pred pros/con list for you, because that sounds awesome! Kir//by is one of the silliest canon preds out there. Honestly getting eaten by him would be like getting vored by a vacuum, LOL. Galaxy tummy!! Imagine a prey floating around in one of those item bubbles all grumpy. Thank u for the ask, this is good stuff.

no. ( /・・)ノ

UWAGHHHHH I LIKE HER!!! Never played O/verwat/ch but what a gem!! I have a random fondness for centaur-like preds nowadays. She looks so cozy. THANK U I LOVE HER!!!

@tiger9o0 I have not played r//ain w//orld or know what it's about, LOL. Looks like a platformer? Man, I'm terrrriiiiibblleee at those. But whoever this is on the cover, I LIKE EM. A+. (That might not answer ur question shdjbghkjg SORRY)

@heimkoheimkofan LOVE THAT I GOT THE ROBOT ENJOYERS AFTER THAT ONE POST....YES yall are so right and I'm so wrong for just hard metal robot tums. I will rectify my mistake soon I PROMISE. Also oh! You were the one asking about stomachs other than elemental ones! IVE HAD THAT IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER IM SORRY AHHHH. I REALLY love your imagination with tums and you've inspired me to think of some awesome environments! THANKS

@fastfur07 BWAH?? Ugh I'm all over the place when it comes to art. Some pieces take 30 min (like the zangooc I drew at the top of this post), most take 2 days. Some really hard drawings like my wolf bat creechur from a few months ago and my shrimp from last year took a month. THANK U??

We're going back so far that I think this is about my naga oc (which I'm in the midst of redesigning cough cough). For him, he would never tolerate being prey, extremely unwilling bahaha. In general, I haven't thought much about naga or snake prey! I get the appeal of slurping up a noodle, but I just prefer human prey :)

@fastfur07 you fiend, you always give me the best drawing ideas. UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't have time to draw something for this one. BUTTTT....

(i've had this next one in my drafts for forever)

then i had a silly comic. I'll post the wip here because I won't finish it, so enjoy bahaha.

@blizzaria123-blog THANK U im rapidly melting into a puddle from ur words

@mrpotatomanversionsix relevant. i will continue drawing them 4 u

?!??!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!? how dare u enter my ask box with this blasphemy

@sfwsillynoms WAH!!! you!!! I'm currently redesigning my naga oc but when I finish I'll tag you, if you're still around! And he can 100% be drawn with ur preysona :)

@mystorl i am SO late to this, but SMART. I like it. I shall give my lil guy this friend. I just want to let u know that I see this and it's wonderful and I will do something abt it.

I remember this ask made me laugh a ton when I first got it. thank u. idk why I find this so funny

@sillylilprey IM CRYING RIGHT BACK AHHHH this is an ancient ask, but thank u! hope you're still enjoying!

@terrytheinsane finally, the last ask in my askbox. I love it. You have been wronged with how long it took me to answer you. I have gained knowledge from your ask. THANKS

AND THAT'S IT!! Thanks guys, I hope to make you proud! Feel free to send more asks, and hopefully I will answer in a TIMELY manner.

Goodnight! And remember: Nice Vore ᕕ༼⌐■-■༽ᕗ

[neon-junkie]

The Wolf

Summary: You can't help that you're unaware of the thick scent you're letting off. But Flaco is aware. Flaco is well aware and he's going to do something about it.

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 3817

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Slight A/B/O/ dynamics, Marking, Manhandling, Creampies, Scenting, Pred/Prey, Height differences, Size kink, Multiple orgasms, Knotting, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Mating.

Notes: Ugh, another Flaco fic?? YES.  I've always had a pred/prey vibe from big Flaco, but that vibe went off the rails during that cutscene where Flaco calls himself 'the wolf,' so I just HAD to write this ;:)

It came to you as a surprise when Flaco told you that he'd be joining you for today's mission. "I'm bored and staying in this cabin is driving me crazy," he explained whilst shoving his knife into its holster and shooing you out the cabin, following closely behind. You had no idea that he even owned a horse, who happened to be hitched in the forest behind his cabin this whole time; he's just as stocky as Flaco with thick fur keeping his hooves warm. Flaco seemed to be in a rush today, despite knowing that the mountain men you were going after wouldn't be leaving any time soon. "Have you found those tracks? Come on, let's go. I've found some here but we can't split up. C'mon, hurry up," he'd barked over and over, making your brows furrow. For once, Flaco was being annoying, he seemed on edge, like something was getting under his skin and he just couldn't shake it off.   The first victims had been found and you and Flaco took cover behind a boulder on the other side of the river. Of course, you were intrigued to see how legendary his skills were. He assumed that you'd be taking the first shot, but once he saw the way you were crouched patiently beside him, looking up at him with excitement in your eyes, he felt his ego filling up and just had to impress you.

"Oh, you want to see what old Flaco can do with this thing, huh?" Flaco said as he lined up his rifle. "Watch and learn, chiquita." He took his time to shoot, clearly irritated at something; his finger continued to brush over the trigger but struggled to pull it, his eyes often locking on to yours as embarrassment began to cross his face. He missed. And he continued to miss almost all of his shots, growing more irritated by the second. By the time you found the last victims, Flaco had stormed ahead up the mountain with his sawn-off shotgun, blowing open the chests of those men. That's what they deserve for stealing off him. The ride back was almost silent. You had opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, only managing to say "are" when Flaco had cut you off and quietly mumbled "I'm fine," dipping his head down so the brim of his sombrero covered most of his face. "I wasn't expecting you to be the one to save my ass," Flaco told you as you both entered his cabin, stomping off the snow on your boots then stretching your hands out over the fire. You noticed that Flaco didn't go over to his usual place, instead, he leaned back against the pole in the middle of the room. His arms were crossed, eyes darting around the room before flicking them over to meet yours. "What's wrong?" you asked him. You thought he'd go on a tangent about whatever was winding him up, he's just an old man who loves to moan about everything and you enjoy it, though you have to hold back your laughter as he gets upset over the littlest things. "You," Flaco had replied, making your eyes go wide as you straightened up your back. You opened your mouth to begin apologizing for whatever you must have done wrong, but Flaco waved his hand before returning it to his crossed arms. "It's not your fault, you can't help it. Hell, you're probably not even aware of it," Flaco grumbled. Flaco stood up from his leaning position, taking a step over to you as he relaxed his hands by his sides. You turned slightly, moving a step away from the fire, your toes almost stepping on Flacos as you stand in front of him. That's where you are now, awkwardly standing there, looking up at a man twice the size of you. He's not exactly scowling, his brows are always slightly furrowed and he always has that pissed off expression, but you notice that there's definitely concentration in his face as he studies you. "You don't know what's wrong, do you?" Flaco questions. You shake your head innocently, worried that this is it; Flaco's finally fed up with you and is planning how to finish you off. "Hmm. As I said, you're probably not even aware," Flaco grumbles, walking past you and over to the door. He pushes his foot against it, jamming it fully shut and locking it. Has there always been a lock? You've never noticed that before? Your stomach begins to turn as Flaco turns back to you. Why did he lock the door? And why are you taking a few small steps back the more he comes towards you? He looks menacing, this giant of a man who's taking his time to pace over to you. Your ass bumps against something and you turn to see that you're now leaning back against his table with nowhere else to go. As you turn back, your gaze meets Flaco's who's almost got his chest pressed against yours. "I'm not going to hurt you," he tells you in a surprisingly soft voice, well aware of your panicked expression. "Chiquita, calm down. Flaco just wants to help," he tells you, calming your nerves. "What is it?" you ask him, still running through every recent interaction to pick out anything that might have upset him, but you find nothing. Flaco goes to dip his head down to speak more directly to you but he quickly straightens his back up, nostrils flaring as he looks around the room. He's got that irritated expression again, something's clearly still crawling under his skin. Flaco turns back to you and grumbles "you stink." Was that it? Did you smell? Was he so worked up because you hadn't had a bath today? You were a clean person, bathing regularly for somebody who's almost always on the road, but it clearly wasn't good enough for Flaco. He notices the way your head is tilting to the side and corrects himself. "I mean, you don't stink... you're clean, but..." Flaco attempts to explain, his hands moving as he talks. "That smell you're letting off, it's... distracting. I haven't smelt anything like that in such a long time, mostly because I never get any visitors up here, especially not ones who are clearly in heat," Flaco tells you, resting one hand gently on your hip as he speaks down to you. In heat? Oh shit. Your supplements had worn off without you somehow noticing, but Flaco had noticed. Flaco had definitely noticed. And it had been distracting him this whole time. That explains why he seemed so eager to get out of this little cabin with you, you were probably stinking up the room when you innocently came asking for more work. And he couldn't focus on any of his shots as you were stood beside him the whole time, batting your lashes at him as if nothing was wrong. Flaco notices how you're piecing everything together, finally understanding that your smell has been the thing under his skin this whole time. "As I said, you were probably not aware. Those supplements can really mess up your own sense of smell, huh?" Flaco says with a gentle laugh. You have no idea how he's aware that you were taking supplements, but it's not hard to work out if you're so unaware of your own scent. "Yeah, I didn't know. Sorry," you tell him. You were well aware of his hand on your hip, but you'd only just realized how big it felt on you, almost as if he could wrap both of his hands around you. It's probably your heat warping your sense of reality, but you can't admit that it's not a nice feeling. A very nice feeling, that feeling growing even more as you look back up at Flaco and meet his warm amber eyes.   "You're not going to calm down, are you?" Flaco asks as he twitches his nose. He's clearly trying to hold himself together, suppressing the urge to scoop you up and fix that problem between your legs himself. You're surprised he has so much self-control as other men that you've met in the past would have pounced on you the second you walked in all those hours ago. "I-" you go to speak, but a feeling between your legs cuts you off. Flaco's pushed his thigh between your legs, settling it gently against your crotch, and you find your hips slowly rutting against it. Your arousal is refusing to go down, your scent stinking up the room and you're finally aware of how badly you smell. Flaco's at his limit, tightening his grip on your hip as his other hand comes up to remove his hat, chucking it over to the chair he always sits on. Surprisingly warm lips are pressed against your neck, his moustache brushing against your skin in such a way that your senses begin to heighten. Your body feels so sensitive, picking up on every little thing Flaco does as you continue to rut against his thigh. Flaco bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and the whimper you let out makes his head spin and his cock throb in his pants. "I'm going to take you," Flaco grumbles against you as he continues to kiss along your neck. "I haven't felt like this in so long. You think you can just waltz in here, stinking up the place, and expect old Flaco not to fill you up, eh?"   Another hand on your hip cuts off whatever you were about to reply, and Flaco begins rolling your hips for you, grinding your crotch down hard on his thigh. The seam of your pants is rutting against your clit aggressively, building your orgasm the more he ruts you. Another mark is left on your neck, followed by a trail more; he's marking you, letting everybody know that you're his, that you belong to the Terror of the Grizzlies. And there isn't a single soul out there who would risk trying to snatch you away from such a man. Flacos head lifts up so he can finally kiss you, hungrily licking and nipping at your lips, turning them redder the more he kisses you. You break the kiss with a whimper, your head leaning forward to mewl in the curve of his neck as you grip onto his thick fur coat. "Good girl," Flaco praises you in such a perfectly husk voice that it pushes you over the edge, soaking your pants and dripping onto Flacos as you cum on his thigh. Flaco moves one of his hands off your hip so he can begin to palm at his own erection, and you catch the sight in the corner of your eye. He's just as thick as you thought, his cock pressed deliciously against the tight fabric of his pants. "You like what you see?" Flaco asks with a chuckle, noticing the way you're hungrily staring. at him. "Come on," Flaco says as he moves his thigh from you, pulling you over to the bed. "Get undressed," Flaco orders you, turning his attention to the fire. He chucks another log on it, trying to keep his cabin warm, despite it already being toasty in here. Flaco turns to see you pulling your undergarments off, letting them slip down your legs and fall to the floor. He licks his lips at the sight, yourself in the nude waiting patiently for his next command. Flaco kisses you again as he lays you down, your head settling on the pillow. His hands trail gently over your body, admiring every bump and curve, brushing over your nipples, and kneading at your thighs. He pulls off his gloves, chucking them to the floor, then runs his middle and trigger finger over your folds, chuckling as he admires how soaked you are. The sensation of your heat becomes painfully obvious the second Flaco touches you down there, your thighs instantly twitching as he continues to run his fingertips across your folds. You only have to sigh his name once for him to realize how desperate you are, sinking his fingers into you, two of them at the same time as he knows you can take it. They curl deliciously, almost instantly finding your g-spot. He massages the pads of his fingers over that spot, enjoying the way you squirm underneath him, your scent almost clouding his vision as his own cock throbs in his pants. "Mierda," Flaco sighs as you let out a whimper that makes his head spin. "I need to be inside of you," he announces as he slips his fingers from you, leaving you empty for a few short moments. You shuffle up onto your elbows, watching Flaco unbutton his pants and pull his throbbing length out. He's just as gorgeous as you imagined, his length agonizingly thick with a soft red tip, precum already trailing down your shaft. He's in too much of a rush to remove any more of his clothes, but the image of him fully clothed whilst you're in the nude is playing on that prey instinct inside of you. Flaco places one of his large paws on your hips, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to push his thick member into you. He's almost painful, making you gasp and moan as he slowly slides in, his eyes fixated on watching his length disappear inside of you. Once he's fully sheathed inside of you, he holds himself there for a few moments, letting out heavy pants as praise begins to flow from his lips. "Good girl. Taking me all the way in on your first go. That's my girl, isn't it?" Flaco mutters, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tries to hold back from thrusting into you, knowing that you need a few seconds to get used to his size. Flaco knows you're ready when you begin to whimper beneath him. He pulls his cock almost all the way out and slams down into you, pushing the air from your lungs, making your eyes scrunch shut as you let out a sound that makes Flacos instincts spin. He doesn't bother with slow and tender thrusts; he needs you, and he needs you now. His length begins to pump into you, continuing to push those sounds from you. Flaco has needed you the second you stumbled into his cabin, only he's been able to suppress those feelings, up until your scent accidentally flared up earlier. Your hands trail over his body, gripping onto his biceps, clinging onto his bandoliers, settling around his neck. You're a whimpering mess beneath him and Flaco both loves and hates the sight. "Stop squirming," he mutters as he continues thrusting into you. "Be good for me and take it, alright?" he orders. Flaco lets out a chuckle as he feels your walls clench around him from the way he's speaking to you. The room is already too hot for you even though you're in the nude, but you've noticed the way Flaco's beginning to sweat. He doesn't stop his thrusting as he straightens up his back and begins to swing his bandoliers over his shoulders, chucking them to the floor, eventually followed by his coat. He almost ripped his coat off, quickly becoming frustrated by all the fastenings, but he managed to eventually undo it. Flaco is left in his white undershirt and green bandana, his body radiating more heat than you've ever felt. He dips back down, towering his body over you, his head leaning down to continue leaving marks along your neck. Flaco had always told himself that he'd never mark anybody again, especially not in his 'old' age, but it's hard not to make you his own when you're mewling underneath him. "Mierda," Flaco grumbles again, leaving his head in the curve of your neck. His cock feels heavy, his balls slapping against you with every thrust; you know he's close. "I need to cum inside of you, alright? But I won't be giving you any little ones, I'll make sure of it," Flaco tells you as he dips his head up to meet yours, planting a quick kiss to your lips as he speaks. You've heard that some men are able to do this though you always doubted it, but you trust Flaco with your life, so you trust his word. Once you've managed to nod in agreement, Flaco grins and picks up the pace, making you whimper again as you had no idea he could go that fast. He's complained about his age before, saying his bones ache and his joints feel creeky, but you had no idea that when fueled by lust, Flaco could ignore his age and fuck like this. It boosts your ego, knowing you're the one who's turned him into this beast of a man. Flaco lets out a choked moan as he cums, filling you to the brim, making your walls tighten around him just from the sensation. He rests his head on your chest, panting and moaning, letting out a string of phrases in his mother tongue, though you're unsure of what he's saying. He whimpers against you for a good few moments, collecting himself and eventually lifting his head off your chest so his eyes can meet yours. Flaco dips his head down to kiss you, his breaths are still heavy but not enough to distract the kiss. As he breaks away, he sits upright and peels his shirt off after unfastening his bandana, throwing them to the floor. He finally reveals his stocky build to you, well-toned muscles with a thick coat of chest hair that trails down to his stomach and settles around the base of his cock. He leans down to kiss you again, moving his hands from your hips to wrap your legs around your waist. You know this isn't over. "I'm not done with you yet," Flaco confirms, large paws wrapping around your waist as Flaco pulls you up with him, carrying you over to the cabin wall. You can feel his load dripping from you as his cock slams into you again, making you let out a whimper. "Don't worry, chiquita. There's plenty more where that came from," Flaco says with a laugh, moving his mouth down to leave another mark on your neck. As Flaco pulls off your neck he gazes at the sight, enjoying the thick spread of purple marks across both sides of your neck. Anybody who goes near you will know damn well who you belong to; the other strangers you work for, the general store clerks, the stableboys, even the strangers on the streets. And that's exactly how Flaco likes it. You're his and his only. Flaco begins to thrust into you again, working your sensitive pussy so he can begin building another climax. His thrusts are a little slower this time, more focused on admiring you as his eyes meet yours. "You're my chiquita buena, aren't you?" Flaco asks, his grip tight on your ass as he holds you firmly against the wooden walls. "I am," you nod in agreement, enjoying the way Flacos expression turns into a cocky smile. "Go on, tell me," Flaco orders you. "I'm yours. I'm Flaco's girl," you repeat, making Flaco grin even more. "If you're my girl then who does this pussy belong to, eh?" Flaco questions. "You," you tell him. "But who am I chiquita?" Flaco asks. You remember a term that Flaco's called himself before, something that you thought was a joke, but it seems he meant it. "You're the wolf," you reply. "Very good, I'm the wolf," Flaco repeats with a chuckle. "And what do all those marks on your neck mean?" "That I'm yours, that I belong to the wolf," you confirm. "So good. So good for Flaco, aren't you? So good for the wolf," Flaco hums as he begins picking up the pace, pushing the air from your lungs as he begins pounding you again. The noises that both of you are letting out are loud enough to scare away any nearby bears; hopefully, Flaco won't have to deal with them for a while. You're a sticky mess between your legs, Flaco's fucking his former load from you, oozing from your pussy and dripping down onto his balls. Neither of you seems to mind, especially since Flaco had promised that he'd replace that load with a fresh one. For a man that always seems so grumpy, he's pulling some gorgeous faces; cheeks a vibrant red, mouth constantly parted, hair trailing over his eyes and slowly falling forward from his slicked-back style. It feeds your ego knowing that you have the pleasure of seeing him like this - you and only you. Flaco dips his head down to give you another kiss, his moustache prickling your lip in a way that feels oh-so-sensitive. "Flaco," you sigh as you break the kiss, his eyes meeting yours. "I know, I know. My chiquita is close, isn't she?" Flaco asks. All you can do is nod in agreement as you dip your hand between your legs to begin rubbing your clit, making your thigh muscles twitch, wrapped around Flacos stocky waist. Flaco hums at the sight, praising you, encouraging you. "You'll cum for Flaco, won't you?" he asks, and pleasantly hums again when you confirm that you will. "Ladies first," Flaco tells you, placing a kiss underneath your jawline, right on that sensitive spot that makes your head spin. Within a few more thrusts you're clenching around Flacos length, exhaling heavily as you enjoy another orgasm, your walls tightening almost painfully around Flacos thick length. Flaco lets out a grunt as he pushes his length all the way in and fills you up again, scrunching his eyes shut and burying his head in the curve of your neck, his dark hair flopping over his eyes. You feel the way Flacos cock swells up, your walls tightening a little too tightly, and the both of you know you're going to be stuck like this for a while. Neither of you mind and Flaco lifts his head up to brush his hair from his eyes and give you a tender kiss. He carries you back over to the bed, laying you down and managing to kick off his pants and boots. Thick furs are wrapped around you as you're pulled onto Flacos chest, your cheek resting against his pecs as his arms cradle you tenderly. Not many words are exchanged apart from the occasional "are you comfortable?" from Flaco, and you quickly find yourself lulling off to sleep, Flaco following shortly after as his body heat and the roaring fire keeps you warm throughout the cold night.

[mmmleckerlecker]

I love when people don’t seem to realize that consuming is so ingrained in their society. It’s like if cows were capable of human intellect. Would less people eat cows? Sure. But if you eat cows, would you be considered a serial killer? Of course not, they’re still lower in the food chain, despite having similar intelligence. Consuming isn’t good but preds bodies are still built for it. If you call Felix a serial killer, you’re essentially calling every single pred in the Facility and those outside of the Facility, who still contribute to the fatal consumption of prey, a serial killer.

Oof man some discourse! *rubs hands together*

Yeah definitely no one in their world would consider Felix a serial killer. Just… rich. Maybe some preds would be jealous. Others might be concerned for his addiction. Of course, in modern times, there’s more of a push for prey to be treated equally to preds. So like… yeah there might be a little more pushback from certain groups over how much Felix consumes. But more in the past? Maybe even just a hundred years ago? No one would really bat an eye. Perhaps if Felix consumed illegally he’d be more problematic, but he’s pretty adamant about the fact he only does it legally.

Now. If you were judging Felix’s actions by OUR world’s standards? Like… yeah that’s pretty fucked up. But judging most characters outside the context of their own world makes things more… complicated.

Also this is funny to me because I feel like things have come full circle. Some of the first asks I got about HP were about Felix and how people’s opinions on him were shaped via the morality of… basically his entire character development. The division between people who don’t like him because of his consuming habits vs those who Get It and like him for other reasons is… so intriguing

[idunnoficsorsumthing]

My Point Part 1

Hey ya’ll this part one of the shitty fic I wrote when I was 15. I am reposting all my old fics. Who cares? nobody? okiiiii anyway I could not be bothered by the fact that this fic is written in both first and second person lmao. Sorry, this it the quality of it back in 2017, and that is the quality it will stay in now.

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You walk to your room when you see Scott pulling himself up, and down, up and down in his bathroom door. “You can do as many pull ups, you still won’t make the lacrosse team.”  you tell him. He completely ignores you. You hear a strange noise on the front porch as you are about to check it out, Scott walks behind you with a baseball bat. “What you doing with that?” i ask, he slowly walks past you and sneakily walks to the porch as you follow him. When Stiles fell down the rain gutter, All of you screamed. “Stiles! what the hell are you doing.” Scott yelled, “You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles said, you were half laughing. “Hi Angel. “ Stiles said, for a moment before asking Scott.” What are you doing with that Bat?” I take the bat out of Scott’s arm. “I thought you were a predator!” he exclaimed. Stiles was still hanging there upside down.  “A pred-” Stiles started his sentence, but you cut him off. 

“Stiles it’s late what do you want?” you ask him. “I know it’s late but my dad just had a dispatch call they are calling in every sheriff in Beacon Hills and even state police. “ he said, he looked too excited, it must be a murder. Stiles loved those. He loved thinking about ways it could have been done, how to solve it. “for what?’ Scott asked, “ A body.” You said, Stiles looked at you for a moment. “How did you?” he asked, then shook his head. “ Two joggers found a body in the woods.” he explained. You pushed Stiles, and he had to jump in order to land easily. “ A dead body?” Scott asked confused. “No, a body of water.” Stiles said sarcastic. Which made you smile a little. “Yes, Dumb ass ,a dead body” he said, Stiles climbed on the porch. He put his arm around my shoulder to lean on, as we both look at Scott while he is still trying to figure it out. “ You mean like murdered?” Scott asked, “Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl probably in her twenties. “ Stiles gave us more details. “Hold on, if they have the body what are they looking for?” Scott asks. “That is the best part, they only found half of it.” Stiles said too excited. But, you smile too you knew what Stiles wanted to do. “We’re going.” he said, he wanted to leave. “No.” Scott said, “You’re not coming with us.” he made a gesture of no after  you begged them if you could come. Stiles couldn’t care less if you came or not. He and Scott were best friends, and you did not always tag along. Almost never really. You never asked if you could except this one time. Sometimes they would ask you to come ,and you would accept. You and Stiles did spend a lot of time talking whenever Stiles was at your house(which he was a lot), you even let him make a spare key. He often came at your place when Scott wasn’t home yet, and then he would talk to you. Help you do stuff like laundry, cooking, homework. Until Scott would come home, then you would bug out. At school, Scott, Stiles, and you did spend a lot of time together. “Pleaasee. Come on. Scott its a DEAD body please.” you begged. “Fine.” Scott said, “But, don’t tell mom.” You made a little scream out of happiness and you started to smile like crazy. “ You two are psycho’s.” Scott said, as he saw that both Stiles, and his sister were over come of joy when they were allowed to investigate the woods late at night in search for a dead part body. 

* Time skip Scott, Stiles, and you were lying on the ground in the forest, looking at the cops with their flashlights. “Hey Stiles.” you said, he turned his head to look at you. “Turn of the light, you idiot.” you hissed at him. He then look at the light, and started fidgeting, and trying to turn it off. When Stiles jumped up, and ran forward. “Stiles.” Scott gasped. As Scott took another puff from his inhaler, you kept up with Scott”s pace as you followed Stiles. “wait up Stiles.” Scott hissed. Stiles looked back to see how we were doing. When he got startled by a big searching dog, and fell to the ground. A man started shouting, until you hear the familiar voice of Stiles dad, and sheriff calming everything down. “This little delinquent belongs to me.” the sheriff told the other man. “Hey dad, how you doing?” Stiles tried to ask casually.  “So, do you always listen to all my phone calls?” Stiles dad asks him. Stiles profoundly shakes his head. “No” he said,” Not the boring ones.”  the sheriff looked into the dark. He couldn’t see me or Scott. “Where is your usual partner in crime?” he asked Stiles. Stiles began to fake chuckle. “Who Scott? Scott’s at home, he wanted to get a good night sleep before practice.” Stiles Lied. “It’s just me, in the woods, alone.”. I couldn’t take it. While Scott hid behind a tree, you walked into the light. “Hello Sheriff.” you said, “Angel? what you doing here? “ The Sheriff asked me: “Did he drag you into this?” while pointing at his son.”You kids should not be looking for dead bodies.” he then continued.  You put you arm around Stiles waist, and leaned on his shoulder. “We weren’t looking for a body Sheriff. We were doing other things when we saw the search light, and we thought we would see what was going on here.”  you said, the sheriff began to laugh. “Nice try, Angel.” he said: “Scott, you out there.” while shinning the flash light in Scott’s direction. “Well, young lady, and man. I’ll walk you to your car.” he said, you let go off Stiles. “Dad, is it that unbelievable I would have a girlfriend?” He asked his dad after a few minutes. His dad looked at his son, and then to me. “A girlfriend, unlikely, that girl, impossible.” he said, while pointing at you. “I can’t believe you dragged her here.” he said: “If Melissa knows about this. Does Scott know?” he kept on walking. “Sheriff, me coming here wasn’t his fault, I begged him to let me come.” I told the sheriff. Stiles wanted to stop me from saying it. “Thanks for trying to take the blame.” Stiles said, when he parked his car in front of your door. “You’re my brothers best friend. “I said simply. you wanted to get out, as Stiles grabbed your arm. “I’m not only Scott’s friend, I’m yours too, and I really appreciate what you did.” he said, you lean back into the and kiss his cheek. “Good night, Stillinski.” 

The next morning, you and your brother biked to school. This jerk opened the car door against Scott’s legs. He walked to my brother. “ Dude, watch the paint job.” he said, you took out the keys of your bike.But, Jackson was already gone to some guy that called for him.  “Dude, watch the paint job.” you imitated Jacksons voice. As you made a small A on his car.  Scott had to laugh so hard. You met up with Scott, and Stiles after classes, you were all sophomores, but, you took AP and Honor classes. You were sitting on a bench at the lacrosse try-outs. You saw the coach talking to Scott, and Stiles sitting on the bench. The new girl that Scott had mentioned just before he went on the field was sitting on the tribune with Lydia Martin. Most popular girl on school ,and Beacon Hills, and Stiles life long crush. You then saw Scott take a ball in the face. When another player was about to throw. The ball was flying across the field, until Scott with lighting speed catches it with the stick. Then he catches another ball, and Stiles starts to cheer. You notice something peculiar, he is catching every ball. He never catched a ball in his life, and all of the sudden he catches them all. Those pulls up must have done something. Then Jacksons steps up, and takes a ball, with full speed Jackson fires the ball at Scott. Scott catches the ball, and everyone including Lydia Martin starts to cheer. * Time Skip The next day at school you decided you would  talk to Allison Argent, the new girl. After Scott told me about his encounter with her at the vet. Even you were curious. At lunch Allison was sitting at a table alone. “Hi, I’m Y/n, but everyone calls me Angel.” you told her. She nodded. “Lydia told me about you, I’m Allison Argent.” she said, You took a bite of your potato salad. “You quite made it, didn’t you. Being taken in by the popular kids in your first week.”  I said, she frowned. “Greenberg told me, that Lydia wanted you to become her friend, because she saw potential in you to become one of the most popular girls in the district.” Allison said,  I smile, ‘I couldn’t care any less for popularity. “  I said, “You were the only one to refuse such an offer from Lydia Martin, she dislikes you.” She said, I sign. “There is more than these four walls, try to remember that.” i told her as I got up, and walked away.

That night you hear the door to your house open. “Scott?” You yell down the stairs. “No, Stiles.” he said, “He’s not here.” I yelled: “ He’s at practice.” you hear steps on the stairs. Then his goofy face in your doorway. “ I know.” he said, you were laying on your stomach doing homework in your doctor who pajamas. You shuffle a bit to the side, and pat on the bed for him to come sit on it. “Shoes off.” I told him. he put off his shoes, and lied down besides me. “What is going on Stilinski?” you ask. he stared at you.”I think Scott might be a werewolf.” he said, your first instinct was to laugh. But, you didn’t say anything for a moment or two. “Angel?” Stiles asked. You nodded.” Yeah totally, did you see his moves at practice, he got this big bite mark so why not.” You said, Stiles signed,”But, where is the prove you just spend hours on printing out.” you said,  He dumped a staple of pages on the bed. “I spent hours trying to find evidence, that you would believe me, and you just believed me.” he said, you had to laugh. You went through some of the pages.  “Stiles we are the only people that know Scott the most. If we think something weird is happening than that is because THERE IS.” you said,  while you laugh. Which made Stiles laugh too. “So how are we going to tell him?” you ask. 

You were reading your book, with your ear buds in, and stiles feet over your lap. He was trying to sleep on three chairs while you were sitting in one of them. He was talking gibberish about stuff you didn’t need to know so you turned up the music. “Have they been here all night?” Lydia’s dad asks your mom. “Them? they have been here all weekend.” She said, Stiles suddenly wakes up. He looks at you. You take out the ear buds. “ You’re very dirty.” I said, he just awkwardly nods. “You get us some food, I’ll go find some coffee.” I said, The next day, Stiles called Scott to his house, when he got to Stiles room, and opened the door he was surprised to see his sister in his best friends bedroom.“Angel what are you doing here?” Scott asked, “We have been up all night, websites, books, we have all this information.” Stiles told Scott, he was being hyper active. “How much adderall have you had today?” Scott asks his best friend. “He has had too much.” I said, I sat down on Stiles’s bed. “Yes, a lot, doesn’t matter okay, just listen.” Stiles said, Scott got a smirk on his face. He threw his bag on Stiles bed, and sits down besides you. “Is this about the dead body?” Scott asked, you shake your head. “They are still questioning people.” You said, “Derek Hale specifically.” Stiles added. He sat on his chair in front of you guys, and held a staple of papers in his hand. “Oh, the guy we saw in the woods the other day.” Scott said, you frown at them. “When where you in the woods?” i ask, Scott hesitated a moment.  "We were looking for my inhaler.“ he said, "anyway.” Stiles continued: “Yes, but that is not the point.” . “What then?” Scott asked. Stiles waited a moment before saying. “ Remember the joke from the other day?” he said, “Not a joke anymore.” the smile on his face, turned serious. As we impatient waited for Scott’s reaction. “The wolf, the bite in the woods, I started doing all this research.” he said, “Do you know why a wolf howls?” he then asked, looking from Scott to me and then back at Scott. “Should I?” he asked, Stiles stood up. “It’s a signal Scott.” you said before Stiles got the chance. “When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.”  Stiles explained in more detail. “So if you heard a wolf howl, that means others could have been nearby.” he said, “Maybe a whole pack, that could be somewhere between 10 and 20.” you added to Stiles speech. “A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked, you shook your head. You met Stiles eyes, and nodded that he needed to tell him. “No Werewolves.” he said, Scott was silent, he shook his head around looking from me to Stiles, from me to Stiles. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? he said with a louder voice. "You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.” he picked up his bag. “Scott, We are not joking.” I tell him. “Angel, I can’t believe you are actually believing this stuff.” He told you. “Scott, you’re acting strange you have been the whole week, you haven’t used your inhaler once.” I tell him, as I too stand up, not that it made much difference I was shorter than both Scott, and Stiles anyway. “I saw you on the field today,Scott. What you did wasn’t just amazing.All right, it was impossible.” he said, Scott rolled his eyes. “ Yeah, so I made a good shot.” Scott said, Scott was about to leave. “No you made an incredible shot. I mean your speed, your reflexes.” he said, while putting Scott’s bag down on the bed. “People can’t do that overnight, Scott.” you tell him. “ You’re vision and the senses.” Scott raised his eye brow at you. “Stiles told you about that?’ Scott asked. You nodded. "I can’t think about this right now!” Scott said, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”  "No, we are talking about it now.“ you said, Scott gave you a glare. ” The full moon is tonight, Don’t you get it?“ Stiles tried to warn him. "What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe  wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?” Scott yelled at Stiles. “ We are trying to help you.” Stiles told him. “You’re cursed Scott.” You shake your head. “Not cursed. Being a werewolf is going to be so cool.” I said, with my geeky undertone. Stiles, and Scott look at you for a moment. “Anyway, it’s not just the full moon will cause you to physically change. I will also happen when your blood lust will be at it’s peak.” Stiles said, Scott looked confused. “Blood lust?” Scott asked. “Yeah, your urge to kill.” I said, “I’m already feeling an urge to kill, you and Angel.” he said, while glaring at you. “You gotta hear this.”  Stiles said as he turned to his computer, he was searching for something. You picked up a book that was on his desk. “Stiles.” you said, he turned to you, and he grabbed the book out of your hand. “The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. ” he said, “I haven’t seen anything raise your pulse as much as Allison does.” he said, I could how angry Scott was. Stiles went over the line. He stood up, and went to Scott’s back as he was fidgeting, trying to get Scott’s phone. “I’m cancelling your date.” he said, he held the phone in his hand. But, Scott pushed Stiles to the wall, While with his left hand he held Stiles to the wall, and with the other he raised his hand.“ You’re going to give it to me.” He said, his voice sounded different.  "Scott!“ you screamed. You pull at the arm that was pushing Stiles against the wall. Scott looked at the fist he raised at his best friend. He let out an roar, he let go of Stiles, and slammed Stiles chair. Scott breathed heavily as he spit out an apology to Stiles. "I gotta get ready for that party.” he stammered. He took his back, he waited at the door, as Stiles standing completely overwhelmed against the wall, Scott looked at him. “I’m sorry.” he said, as he walked out the door. Stiles put his head back, and it made a hollow sound against the wall. “Stile-” i was trying to say. he moved to pick up his chair. When you both saw the claw marks on the back of the chair. You didn’t say anything, you just gave each other a glance. “Pick me up at 8.” you told Stiles. He looked confused. “We have a party to go to.” you told him, as you walked out the door.

You walked down the stairs, with a party worthy outfit. “Where you going young lady?” you hear a voice.

[just-a-fun-loving-girl]

The McCall Twin

Description: Skylar McCall is twin sister of Scott McCall. Girl Best friend of Stiles Stilinski. She has a secret that not even her twin brother and best friend knows about it. And she tells them everything. But one night changes everything and suddenly she, her twin, and best friend are suddenly thrown in the supernatural world. For her, she was thrown back to it again.

Chapter 1:

"Scott," I called entering his room. I see him sitting on his bed preparing his lacrosse kit for the try outs tomorrow.

I sit down next to him and asks, "You nervous?" He turns to me and nods. I lay down on his bed and stares up the ceiling. Then I heard a loud thud.

I turn to Scott and see him staring at me. "You heard that two right?" I nod and we ran downstairs. I grab mom's baseball bat and hands it Scott. We both went outside, quietly. Scott walks up more and suddenly Stiles appeared upside down.

Both Scott and Stiles screamed. "Stiles!" Scott yells, "What the hell are you doing?

"You weren't answering your phone," Stiles replies, "Why do you have a bat?" I look at him like he was crazy and rolls my eyes at him.

Scott looks at the bat then says, "I thought you were a predator."

''A pred-,'' Stiles said like if Scott was crazy, ''Ok..but look I know it's late, but you guys got to hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing every officer from the Beacon Department, even the state police."

''For what?'' Scott asked.

''Two joggers found a body in the woods.'' Stiles said before jumping down to the grass.

''A dead body?'' Scott asked.

''No a body water,'' Stile said, ''Yes dumbass, a dead body.''

I cross my arms and looks at Stiles, a bit annoyed. Stiles jumped over the fence.

''You mean like murdered?'' Scott asked.

''Nobody knows yet. Just it was a girl, probably in her twenties." Stiles said. I stay quiet and waits for Stiles to finish.

''Well, hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, what he says," I point to Scott. Then Stiles starts to grin like a madman.

I raise my eyebrow at him and asks, "What?"

"That's the best part," he says, "They only found half of the body." I turn my attention to Scott and I see him thinking it over.

I open my mouth to disagree but Stiles cuts me off.

''We're going.'' Stiles said smiling.

I hesitated but I was also nervous. Was it really a good idea? ''Fine, but I need to change my clothes.'' Scott said.

''Ok, go!'' Stiles said. Scott walked back inside and a few minutes later he came back.

We took Stiles' jeep and he drove us to the woods.

''I can't wait.'' Stiles said. "Also, Sky, why are you all dressed up?"

I look up from my phone and replies, "I just got home from meeting with Jackson, Lydia, and Danny."

"Lydia, huh?" he asks. I smirks and puts my phone into my jacket's pocket. "Still like her, huh?"

"Yeah. I have a 10 year plan." I laugh and he looks at me through the mirror. "Oh, you're not joking." He mouths, yeah. I bit my bottom lip and continues to follow them through the woods.

Scott only gave him a look. We finally arrived and Stiles stopped the car.

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked a little bit worried. Stiles grabbed a flashlight.

''You're the one that's always bitchin' that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles said. Then Stiles grabbed my arm and walked in the woods. Scott followed us behind us.

''I was trying to have a good night's sleep before the practice tomorrow.'' Scott said talking about lacrosse.

''Right, cause' sitting in the bench is such a grueling effort.'' Stiles said.

''No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.'' Scott said. Scott really want be in the lacrosse's team from our school. I hope that someday he can be in the team. And he really want to be in the team this year and he want to be in first line.

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically one unrealistic one.'' Stiles said.

"My dream is not always getting dragged into some crazy things you two do," I sarcastically said. Stiles stops and turns to me. I see the frown on his face. I smile creeps its way into my face and I smile brightly at him. "I'm kidding."

He let out a breath and Scott asks, "Hey Stiles, just out of curiosity, which half of body are we looking for?''

''Huh! I didn't even think about that.'' He said. And I thought my brother was weird. Yes sometimes I think my brother is weird but I love him.

"And what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked.

''Also something I didn't think about.'' Stiles said. I restrain myself from face palming my face.

"Well, if he or she kills you, you can blame it on me," Stiles says.

"Oh, believe me, I will. I'm gonna come back and hunt the hell out of you," I say, starting to get pissed off.

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott said. He started to take deep breath. Stiles ignored him.

"Wait Stiles,'' I said then we looked at my brother, "Scott are you okay?" I asked. He nodded.

He took his inhaler and he took a puff from it. Stiles ran up the hill. When he made it to the top he fell on the ground. Ok? Why he ran like a mad man? I looked at Scott and he looked at me confused. We walked where Stiles is. Scott fell on the ground next to Stiles so I did the same thing too.

"What's wron---" But Stiles interrupted me by shushing me. I looked at where he's looking and you can see people with flashlight. We're in huge trouble.

"Come on!" Stiles said getting up. I got up and I followed him. But I soon lost him as he ran faster. I turned around but didn't see Scott. Shit.

[dangerouslyaddictivethings]

So I saw this picture and it gave me a lot of feels so obviously I had some headcanons:

If you replace the jersey with a suit, BAM! CEO Jonathan Toews

Who started from humble beginnings

Wanted to play in the nhl but his sexuality and injury made him channel his desire into his other ambition, environment

So he finished college and started an eco company with his best friend Dan in Chicago

He was drawn to Chicago for the business environment

But he also kept tabs on his hockey teams

So he moved to Chicago to everyone’s surprise including his mother’s

It was hard he won’t lie

So he also worked at a financing firm to fund his business

Once it started off

He was gaining popularity

When Blachawks were going through revival, they invited him to watch a game since he has mentioned he likes hockey a lot in his interviews

He went to a game

He has been intrigued by Patrick since he was drafted

Since he remembers that kid showing up to the rink in flip flops

So he meets the team after the game

When Patrick turns around, he immediately recognises the special Toews kid who was so dedicated and intense

His eyes widen. “Jonny?”

Jonny smirks. “Hey Kaner.”

They are still holding their hands, smiling dopily at each other

Everyone around is bewildered what’s going on?

Finally Patrick steps forward and envelops him into a huge hug and says “wow haven’t seen you for so long.”

“Good to see you too,” Jonny mumbles in his ear.

Finally Stan breaks the silence and the hug by clearing his throat, “you two have known each other before?”

“Yeah we met in a youth camp in Philly,” Patrick replies while he is still grinning wide at Jonny.

As you can tell Sharpy smelled blood, he asks for all the embarrassing things about Kaner.

“His hair was worse,” Jonny says

Sharpy ruffles Kaner’s hair. “Worse than this? Wow.”

Kaner bats his hands away and tries to flatten it out to no avail.

Jonny makes small talk with other players.

He really liked Seabs who seems to give off a calm vibe but got freaked out by Duncs.

Sharpy, he was very wary.

Then afterwards Patrick asks him if they wanna hang out sometime. “I hope I’m not taking you out from your important responsibilities like saving the world,” he shyly says.

“I’d love to catch up with you,” Jonny replies softly and they’re both blushing.

They go to dinner post-game at a nice restaurant.

Patrick says, “when I heard your name and saw the billboard of your company I went oh my God! It’s Jonny”

Jonny tells him how he has been keeping tabs on the face of the franchise after he was drafted.

Patrick shrugs him off.”I’m not the face of the franchise. We haven’t won the cup yet.”

“No you haven’t cup but you have been making the playoffs. Then you can improve from that but you need to have a strong core and foundation. You were so close. You’ll get there,” he finishes with conviction.

“Wow still intense about hockey?” Patrick jokes

“Well hard to get rid of old habits,” Jonny says bashfully.

They have a lovely time, joke about their lives and careers

Finally the check arrives and they decide to split it

“It was nice catching up with you,” Patrick smiles.

“We should do this again,” Jonny nods

They exchange numbers and start regularly hanging out at their condos

They both get a kick out of it when Jonny enters Patrick’s condo and sees that they both have the same couch

“Great minds think alike,” Patrick sagely says.

Jonny starts to develop a crush on Patrick to his dismay because he still hasn’t disclosed the real reason he quit hockey.

Patrick mostly believes he did because of a concussion.

Patrick has become his best friend

He goes out with the team too

Gives them pointers to improve their game

He has become their honorary captain Sharpy jokes

Dan sees how much Jonny lights up when he talks about Patrick so Dan asks him to show Patrick his office

Jonny does and Dan sees the mutual adoration from Patrick

Afterwards he tells him how he’s crushing on Kaner and Patrick returns it

Jonny asks how does he know and fyi Patrick doesn’t return his feelings

Dan rolls his eyes and tells him to look properly

Meanwhile Sharpy rags Patrick on his obvious boner and asks him if he told him yet that he’s gay

Patrick says no he hasn’t and Jonny doesn’t even like him

Jonny confides his sexuality after being coerced by Dan and they were really tipsy, celebrating a hard-fought won against the Preds

Jonny blurts out he’s gay and the reason he quit hockey

Patrick is floored which Jonny misinterprets and thinks he doesn’t accept him.

He’s about to stand up when Patrick grabs his wrist and says, “no Jonny I’m not mad,” he clarifies, “it’s just I’m gay too.”

They start hysterically laughing and somewhat sober up

They share details about how they came out to their families and their journey

Jonny tells him his fear and the reason he actually quit hockey 

Patrick says, “I was so scared that one false thing and someone’s gonna figure out.”

He told Sharpy in his rookie year. “Well sharpy actually found me making out with a guy.” He was fine with it and covered him whenever he wanted to hook up

Now that they know each other’s sexuality, they start falling for each other hard

Sharpy rolls his eyes and tells him to nut up

He’s done with the lovesick pining

They don’t wanna risk their friendship

Sharpy takes matters into his own hands and devices a plan that makes them confess their feelings

He corners Jonny at the bar and asks him whether he likes Kaner or not

and Jonny says yes 

Then Sharpy tries to get a rise out of him by trashing Kaner because he saw him approaching from the corner of his eye but Jonny defends him and tells him what a great friend he is

He just wishes he could tell him that he really likes him more than a friend

Kaner hears the conversation and stops in his tracks 

Jonny thinks oh shit and books it out of the place

Patrick yells, “Jonny wait!”

Too late jonny is already speeding away

Sharpy appears by his side and tells him to, “go get your man and tell him how you feel dumbass!” 

Patrick scrambles to Jonny’s house and frantically knocks on the door. “Open the door “Jonny I need to tell you something.” 

“I know what you’re gonna say Kaner. You don’t like me as a friend and now I’ve ruined everything.” 

“No, you dumbfuck! I like you too. Open the fucking door so I can tell you face to face.”

Jonny opens the door.  “Wait really?” His heart is brimming with hope. 

Patrick smiles. “Yeah really.”

“I never thought you would,” Jonny says quietly.

They are just smiling like two idiots until Patrick steps forward presses his lips to Jonny’s

Jonny immediately parts him lips and deepens by reeling Patrick inside his condo

They get pretty hot and heavy but Patrick has a game so they just make out

Patrick slowly moves all his stuff to Jonny until he’s basically living with Jonny so Jonny formally asks him to move in and Patrick says, “I already live here.” Jonny rolls his eyes, “but yes. I’ll officially move in with you.”

Patrick wins his first cup and with Jonny’s support he comes out to the world with Jonny by his side

The media dubbs them the “Power-Couple of Chicago”

Sharpy makes fun of their domesticity and when Patrick freaks out about proposing to Jonny, Sharpy tells him to nut up and do it. “He loves you to death, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I know but still I’m scared.”

“Just say it from your heart and you’ll be fine.” Sharpy says gently.

So Patrick proposes to Jonny to which Jonny says, “I got you a ring and I’ve been thinking about how to propose you.”

He comes back with the ring and they put on their respective rings on each other’s fingers, teary-eyed.

They get married in a private ceremony in front of their loved ones at their cottage in summer.

They spend a week together then go to Hawaii for honeymoon.

Patrick wins more cups

They adopt a boy and a girl from an orphanage and a dog from a local shelter

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Stanley Cup Final Review

Well, well, well. It feels good to be the king. They said it was too hard to repeat anymore. The Penguins did it. They said, you can’t win a Stanley Cup without a true #1 defenseman. The Penguins did it. They said you can’t have two #1 goalies or else there’d be a controversy. The Penguins did it without controversy. They said the Metropolitan bracket was too tough. The Penguins conquered it. These Penguins are the team of the past decade. Soak it up Pittsburgh fans, your Penguins are back-to-back Stanley Cup Champions. How’d they do it? The Pittsburgh Penguins defeated the Nashville Predators in 6 games (like I predicted, waddup) to claim their 5th Stanley Cup Championship. Results-wise, the Stanley Cup started exactly how you’d hope. Joe Gilmartin, of the Phoenix (AZ) Gazette, said "No playoff series truly begins until the road team wins a game”. Thankfully, the Penguins held serve at home. Game 1: Game 1 was one of the weirdest games you will ever see. The Penguins exploded out to a 3-0 lead in the 1st period lead, only to have that lead whittled away by the Preds. The most disconcerting part of blowing that 3-0 lead is that the Penguins went 37 minutes without a shot. Just after the Predators tied the game, and feeling like the Penguins blew a golden opportunity, rookie sensation Jake Guentzel buried one top shelf vs. Rinne, to give the Penguins a 4-3 lead late in the third. Pens would tack on an empty netter to take the first game 5-3. Game 2: Game 2 started a bit slower for the Penguins. They traded goals in the 1st period and it remained 1-1 until the start of the 3rd. The Predators largely carried the play (again), but Matt Murry was up to the task of keeping them in it. Finally, Pekka Rinne’sPittsburgh demons (never won in Pittsburgh, 0-6, 5+ gaa, <.800 sv pct) resurfaced. The Penguins struck 3 times in the periods first 4 minutes to take a 4-1 lead they would never relinquish. The Penguins took a 2-0 series lead in the Stanley Cup and it was hard not to envision a 5th championship. Game 3: Game 3 started perfectly, with Guentzel scoring again vs. Rinne to put the Penguins up 1-0. Unfortunately, Nashville’s elite puck possession carried over in Nashville, and then some. Nashville completely overwhelmed the Penguins, especially their defense. The choppy ice made it difficult for the Penguins defense to settle and distribute the puck. This lead to many odd man breaks resulting in goals. Murray finally had a bad game statistically and Rinne bounced back (although he wasn’t tested a ton) and the Penguins lost 5-1. We had a series, Nashville had cut the series to 2-1.

Game 4: A lot of people may disagree with me, because of the Pens taking two at home, but Game 4 was the Penguins best game of the series up until that point. While the Predators struck first, Sidney Crosby tied it with one of the prettiest breakaways you will ever see. Game 4 saw the Penguins carry the play for the majority of the game, for the first time in the series. The Penguins had the better chances all game, however Rinne’s home-cooking made the difference. Rinne stole Game 4 for the Predators, tying the Stanley Cup at 2 games a piece. Preds won 4-1, ensuring there would be a Game 6 in Nashville. Murray, again, had a subpar game. Many people were calling for Fleury to retake the net, but little did they know that Murray wouldn’t let in a goal the rest of the season. Game 5: Game 5 marked when Cinderella’s carriage turned back into a pumpkin. The Nashville Predators were the 16 seed in the play-offs. The Penguins were the 2 seed, who beat the 4th, 1st, and 12 seed along the way. Game 5 was what you’d expect from a 2 vs 16 game. From the opening whistle, Crosby was a monster. He drew a penalty on his first shift, which Schultz cashed in, breaking the power play’s 0-for-13 slump.  The Penguins never let the Predators get anything going, scoring two more goals in the 1st to chase Rinne for the second time this series (That’s 4 goalie chasings in the play-offs!). Rinne’s replacement didn’t fare much better, yielding 3 more goals in a 6-0 destruction of the Predators. The Penguins had taken a 3-2 series lead, with a chance to win the Cup in Nashville (away, like they always do). Game 6: Game 6 was tight. Neither team gave much ground in the 1st. The 2nd period opened with a 0-0 tie, only to have Nashville take the lead. Fortunately for the Penguins, the ref lost sight of the puck and blew the whistle before the puck crossed the line. The ref made the right call with the information he had, he just didn’t have as much information as he needed to make the correct call. The refs made the Penguins pay (because it was obviously their fault the ref messed up) the rest of the game. For the first time in Penguins’ play-off history, they went the whole game without a power play. The Predators had 4, including a 5-on-3. Murray however, was up to the task. The Penguins and Predators took a scoreless tie late into the 3rd. The penalty killers, in particular ageless wonder Matt Cullen, and Matt Murray kept the Predators off the board. Then, with 95 seconds left, Patrick Hornqvist, the king of the gritty goal, did what he does best. Schultz fired a shot wide, off the boards behind Rinne. Horny, left alone in his office, immediately batted that rebound off the back of Rinne, and into the net. Just like that, all the energy left Bridgestone Arena. The Penguins had taken a 1-0 lead, and the keeper of the Cup began to bring it out. From there, Hagelin added a no-doubt empty-netter, and your Penguins locked up their 2017 Stanley Cup championship.  

 Turning Point: P.K. Subban is a polarizing player. His fans love him, opposing fans hate him. He’s ultra-talented and he plays with an edge. He also likes to run his mouth. I personally don’t hate that. These men play a sport, sports are supposed to be fun. So I fully support Subban’s brash personality, his antics, etc, as long as he continues his elite play. All that being said, he poked the bear. At the end of Game 3, he made sure to get in Crosby’s face. They exchanged pleasantries, and Subban went to the media to let them know Sid said he had bad breath (Sid didn’t say that). Subban turned that into a little gag with mouthwash. Cute. Sid then turned in a monster performance in Game 4, leading to that breakaway goal.  Game 5, Sid was by far the best player on the ice, collecting 3 assists in a total domination. Game 6, the Sid and the Kids line was the best line for either team. They carried possession and skated circles around Nashville. Moral of the story. If the bear is the best player in hockey and the 4th best player of all time, don’t poke the bear.

 Team of the Decade: Funny how the narrative has changed over the past two years. People used to wonder if Crosby and Malkin would ever win another Cup (after 09).They were seen as play-off chokers.  Now, let’s look at their decade of dominance and their next closest rival. Regular Season Wins: 467 (1st) Capitals have 458 Regular Season GpG: 3.04 (1st) Capitals have 3.02 Play-off Games Played: 152 (1st) Blackhawks played 128

Play-off Wins: 90 (1st) Blackhawks have 76

Play-off GpG: 3.05(1st) Blackhawks have 2.97

Conference Final Appearances: 5(t-1st) Blackhawks have 5

Stanley Cup Appearances: 4(1st) Blackhawks have 3 Stanley Cup Wins: 3(t-1st) Blackhawks have 3.

The NHL deserves a Pittsburgh-Chicago Stanley Cup. It really is amazing that the 3 most successful teams of the past decade: Penguins (3 cups) in the East, Blackhawks and Kings (5 total Cups) in the West, have never met in the Stanley Cup.

A few important things to note:

·         Marc-Andre Fleury has waived his No Movement Clause for the expansion draft.   That means Flower is going to be a Vegas Golden Knight. There is a possibility that the Knights move Flower to another team, for picks/prospects, but I don’t think so (and hope not).

·         Nashville’s vaunted top-4 defensemen were great. They entered the Stanley Cup a combined +27 +/-. Facing the Penguins they were a combined -10 +/-. Conversely, Crosby was -1 +/- through the first 3 rounds, but was +5 in the Stanley Cup. Who says defense wins championships?

·         The Pittsburgh Penguins were the first team in 25 years to lead the league in scoring, the play-offs in scoring, and won the Stanley Cup.

·         Sidney Crosby, with his second straight Conn Smythe trophy is now a top 5 player of all time, and he’s only 29. I used to think the Mario, Orr, and Gretzky could never be touched as the top 3. Now, I’m not so certain.

·         Do I think the Pens will threepeat? No. But I didn’t think they would repeat either. And if there’s any team that can do it, it’s these Penguins. There’s going to be plenty of roster turnover, unlike last offseason. But I believe that will work in the Penguins favor. They need fresh, hungry players who will chase the Cup like the Penguins did two years ago.

 I picked Penguins in 6, they won in 6. It’s a great day to blog for the Penguins. Thanks for reading (all 5 or so of you). I appreciate the encouragement. Let’s Go Pens!

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Any vore thoughts for supernatural??

I burnt out after writing for D/ean and a little bit of sam. I didn’t grammar check.  I may get back to this as someone asked for Cas as a pred. I would like to chat about sam too if i get the energy. i’m sorry that its so little.  The first thing I think of is Dean. 

I mean come on he has the softest tum, inside and out compared to the rest of the main cast. Like obviously he could crush you with his bare hands and take a punch to the gut with no problem but my mans loves his burgers and he’s forty one now, he doesn’t have abs of steel. 

Since they were wee, big bro Dean has been keeping Sammy safe when John got way too tough on them. 

His tum can deal with a lot of squirming and what not. But he actually really hates taking in strangers/unwilling prey. 

When he’s more comfortable w his brother again in later seasons he definitely is an annoying as hell pred and teases the fuck out of him and prey he’s close to. But he’s a big whiny baby with any unfamiliar prey. 

Even if he is a little asshole pred he is very gentle w anyone that needs it. But in like an “I am still the big strong stoic man I’ll protect you rrr” type of way

Surprisingly his tum is quieter than sam, just because he eats a lot of shitter food than him! He’s used to milkshakes, burgers, bacon and  the like is belly is s t r o n k

This little bitch is an absolute sucker for belly rubs, though he rarely gets them. He and Sam don’t have that touchy-feely bond so if either of them ends up in another they’re pretty docile He hates tasting prey cause it feels invasive but his throat is sensitive and he needs all the help he can get to make them go down easyier. Since he and Sam aren’t really touchy feely. Being a pred helps him show some brotherly affection w/o the awkward hands thing As prey, he almost always uses it exclusively as an excuse to sleep. He’s not touchy feely so he’s usually on his back just staring into the void until sleep comes.If he’s unwilling though it’s just bat shit irrational. Like if cas or Sam are fucking with him he will still lose his shit and thrash like crazy. He likes to lay on his back, arms crossed over his chestIf he’s in a tum he doesn’t want to be in he p r o t e s t s like, violentlyIf hes just vibing he does not snuggle but he will just choose to “move to get more comfortable” just to let the pred know he’s thankful.