CANINE LUST

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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Did a request for a toned werewolf lady in drawpile. This is the result. This and the possum, which was done a week or two ago, are the first digital things I’ve managed to do in, like, two or three months…

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creak … creak. gods damned chair. the office part living quarters not designed with larger bodies in mind. at least he could stand up if need be, just not enjoy the furnishings as an intended resident would have. whatever, he’d suffer through worse lodgings on longer journeys. clothes hugged his torso and lowers, baring sleeves as they would merely get in his way as the beast settled, a bit leaning toward the other in light of his size.

’ you don’t have a man comparable strength wise. ’ something he could say with utmost confidence. unless the redhead had another lycan like sailor among the ranks. ’ i don’t get cold easy, and good luck finding a man who can see through most of the dark. ’ a pause, jaws clicking twice as the tail behind the creature swept slowly, then settled. surely he could list a few other bonuses, being mainly a prowess for close encounters. the claws weren’t for show only.

tepid huff, the wolf laying eyes on her before giving another word; ’ and well, the other things i’d say if ya were by yourself in a bar. ’ he sprinkled the last one on, nearly dismissively as if trying to pass it by the captain however having much more to such a riske topic.

The bounty hunter brought a hand to her mouth to cover a small smile that was beginning to unfurl as she watched the canine squirm around to get comfortable. Still, she couldn’t do anything about the twinkle of amusement that was glistening in her bright eyes. She would have to find an upgrade in the furniture on board, wouldn’t she?

Miss Fortune nodded along as her companion spoke, twirling around a lock of her wavy, scarlet hair. “That is true,” she mused quietly, looking over him to size him up. “You’re a pretty big fella. Your excellent eye sight will absolutely be important to us in any night raids or defense. Mm..” 

She raised an eyebrow yet again, this time in an inquisitive, almost incredulous, manner at his remark. Was he flirting with her? The pirate had to huff softly and laugh, tossing her hair behind a shoulder as she did. He was a little charming, and definitely cute. “Huh. Do tell. I’m curious. Just what would you find the courage to say?”

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' pretty big? ' a return in commentary as the woman began to press him for more. something of a jest as the wolf knew well he was a sizable being. not to mention the coy casting of her hair, the captain giving him too a bit of something eye catching beyond the usual. a slight lean forward, as if to meet her gaze with a hushed chortle,

' well to put it in context; there's a good bit a human man couldn't do that's just part of who i am. ' claw tapped the armrest, clearly too small for his body. surely the connotation wouldn't evade the redhead; warwick was bigger than a normal man - in every regard. ears perked still, giving the beautiful captain brief pause as the wolfman offered another, albeit husher tone with his words,

' and this would be the part where i'd ask - would you like to find out just what you've been missing? ' voice bared the hint of a growl, the ghost of something beastial as if to signal the undertones if only a bit more. truly the woman wasn't keen on discovering more about the beast . . . that is, if she didn't want himself to discover more of her in the process.

and warwick? he'd gladly see more of this beautifully shaped woman.

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easy enough, follow up on the beautious captain as she led onwards to her dormitory. passing other men, whom weren’t up to much seeing how the ship was docked and most were off within the port city easing the time between excursions. perhaps few taking note of the large canine creature that trailed the redhead as she presented the cabin located behind the main mast. no doubt enjoying that sway of her gait, lovely hips in form fitted leather.

the doorway proved a little obstacle, finding himself within her private quarters. the seat beyond her desk, which likely sported maps and charts of the seas, also was a tad snug. no matter, he’d make use. ‘nice place. ’ he mentioned, the chair creaking a bit before he adjusted accordingly.

eyes set on her. her body as well, hard for him to merely ignore easily the most alluring woman in all of bildgewater. not to get caught eyefucking, he sat up as busy tail rested,

’ if ya got questions, here and now’s the best time, captain. since ya know - not much like me. ’

Her ship was beautiful, one of her pride and joys. It was large enough, and especially distinctive from afar. People would always know when Miss Fortune and company were in town as the image of her ship dawned upon the horizon before docking at the ports. Her cabin was spacious (for a ship, anyway); it was like a small room in an inn and had essentially everything she needed, even a smaller backroom with a desk and all of her important documents.

She couldn’t help but to watch in amusement as her newest companion almost struggled to get situated. While her cabin was forgiving in terms of space, the threshold was a bit low for the large he-wolf, and the chair was extremely snug. A large man likely would have been able to be seated comfortably, but the beast was much larger than even some of her men.

Taking another seat for herself, she crossed her legs and folded her arms beneath her bust. “So! Tell me about your ‘finer’ services. I want to know everything you’ll be bringing to the table. A girl’s gotta know how to wager her assets down the line, y’know! I need to know just how valuable you’ll be to me.”

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creak . . . creak. gods damned chair. the office part living quarters not designed with larger bodies in mind. at least he could stand up if need be, just not enjoy the furnishings as an intended resident would have. whatever, he'd suffer through worse lodgings on longer journeys. clothes hugged his torso and lowers, baring sleeves as they would merely get in his way as the beast settled, a bit leaning toward the other in light of his size.

' you don't have a man comparable strength wise. ' something he could say with utmost confidence. unless the redhead had another lycan like sailor among the ranks. ' i don't get cold easy, and good luck finding a man who can see through most of the dark. ' a pause, jaws clicking twice as the tail behind the creature swept slowly, then settled. surely he could list a few other bonuses, being mainly a prowess for close encounters. the claws weren't for show only.

tepid huff, the wolf laying eyes on her before giving another word; ' and well, the other things i'd say if ya were by yourself in a bar. ' he sprinkled the last one on, nearly dismissively as if trying to pass it by the captain however having much more to such a riske topic.

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the syren had her own rep. since she foundered the deadpool, and well, sarah fortune being her captain meant few could say they never heard of her. unless they were outside of bildgewater, then well … it was fitting. not to mention the absolute dame she was - despite tales of her ruthlessness on the high seas, the image of a well endowed redhead meant few could ever look away when she made an entrance. probably what suckered him in, the big dog.

gaze left her behind, when she began to turn and address him. the quarters were easy for a man to fit, but proved a tad difficult given his size. squeezing out he let the captian pass, a soft rumble in his throat before cracking his large neck, ‘ bout that, say we discuss the finer points of my service to you. ’ the zaunite began, eyes doing well not to ogle the woman,

‘ i got no issue with following orders and the like. but i’d just like a bit of assurance, if that’s alright. ’ hopefully not talking out in the open, as the redhead mentioned her quarters were topside. ‘ what say you, captain? ’

The captain raised an eyebrow in her growing curiosity at the mention of his services. There was an interesting implication to his tone, and she had to admit that she was curious to know what he could do for her and her crew. She pressed a hand to her hip and shifted her weight to her other leg.

“Oh?” she finally said, with a questioning tone to her voice. “Finer points?” Pressing her plump lips together, she eyed the ladder back to the deck and shrugged. “Alrighty, then! Let us get going, then. We can discuss things in more detail in my quarters. I’ve got a bit of an office space in there for business related matters. It’ll give me a good chance to get to know my newest crew member, too.”

Miss Fortune had a charismatic and very characteristic sway in her step that brought attention to her hips. It was sassy and spunky, fitting to her temperament. “C’mon up! Warwick, was it? Let’s get down to business.”

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easy enough, follow up on the beautious captain as she led onwards to her dormitory. passing other men, whom weren't up to much seeing how the ship was docked and most were off within the port city easing the time between excursions. perhaps few taking note of the large canine creature that trailed the redhead as she presented the cabin located behind the main mast. no doubt enjoying that sway of her gait, lovely hips in form fitted leather.

the doorway proved a little obstacle, finding himself within her private quarters. the seat beyond her desk, which likely sported maps and charts of the seas, also was a tad snug. no matter, he'd make use. 'nice place. ' he mentioned, the chair creaking a bit before he adjusted accordingly.

eyes set on her. her body as well, hard for him to merely ignore easily the most alluring woman in all of bildgewater. not to get caught eyefucking, he sat up as busy tail rested,

' if ya got questions, here and now's the best time, captain. since ya know - not much like me. '

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miryokus‌:

Miss Fortune was a busy and powerful woman who commanded an enormous ship, whose crew were as loyal to her as she was to them. They had seen many things together on their journeys, and endured many more. Still, sometimes people were lost, whether it was to the threads of fate or because they valued their families at home. She didn’t mind that; in fact, she respected it and would wish them well, but it always left her short on men.

She still often spent her time in bars and saloons with her men, and doing so made for opportune moments to post any “help wanted” signs, or look for good men in search of honest work. Thankfully, she was able to recruit a rather interesting one, but she wouldn’t say no to his labor.

“Let me show you to the crew’s quarters,” Miss Fortune said. “It’s below deck, but if you need something, if I’m not on the main deck, I’m in the captain’s quarters. Make yourself at home! Joining me on my ship makes you one of us now, and I look out for my own!”

the syren had her own rep. since she foundered the deadpool, and well, sarah fortune being her captain meant few could say they never heard of her. unless they were outside of bildgewater, then well . . . it was fitting. not to mention the absolute dame she was - despite tales of her ruthlessness on the high seas, the image of a well endowed redhead meant few could ever look away when she made an entrance. probably what suckered him in, the big dog.

gaze left her behind, when she began to turn and address him. the quarters were easy for a man to fit, but proved a tad difficult given his size. squeezing out he let the captian pass, a soft rumble in his throat before cracking his large neck, ‘ bout that, say we discuss the finer points of my service to you. ’ the zaunite began, eyes doing well not to ogle the woman,

‘ i got no issue with following orders and the like. but i’d just like a bit of assurance, if that’s alright. ’ hopefully not talking out in the open, as the redhead mentioned her quarters were topside. ‘ what say you, captain? ’

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harborside hospitality. @miryokus.

he'd been holed up in a pub. one for too damn long - his last contract long expired and a seaworthy canine then had to stay ashore while awaiting another. always need for strong sailors, and what more could you want from a near seven foot tall lycan of a behemoth?

quite more, a redheaded captain would concour.

hips clad in leather held the attention of any hot blooded man; when her other heavy assets were not visible from his angle at least. their conversation before brief, but direct. meaningful to even the dimmest of menfolk - and to her boon the canine wasn't a thick skulled beast. an opportunity had showed it's glorious, shapely backsided self and he was not content with letting it go so easily,

the boarding ramp creaked with his heavy steps, following fortune onto her prized vessel as he trailed her, strung like a kite as he remained close to his beautiful host.

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