Hardin Fitzgerald

36 year old Omega Werewolf | Ranch hand | Submissive bottom + passionate, loyal, amicable ; - timid, paranoid, needy Kinks: Daddy kink, bondage, biting/marking, impact play (spanking, whipping, flogging, paddling, etc.), edge play, primal play, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, threesomes/foursomes, body worship, orgasm denial/control, sensory deprivation, gags, collaring, pet play. Dating Sven Martel

[hardin-fitzgerald]

Is that THEO JAMES? No, that’s HARDIN FITZGERALD. The 36 year old WEREWOLF OMEGA MALE is a RANCH HAND. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be AMICABLE & PASSIONATE, but beware, they’re also known to be TIMID & PARANOID. Their friends also say that they’re into DADDY KINK, BONDAGE, AND PET PLAY but don’t you dare trying DEGRADATION, SCAT, OR HUMILIATION with them.

BASICS

Name: Hardin James Fitzgerald Nickname(s): Hard Age: 36 Date of Birth: July 22, 1986 Moon Sign: Ghost Moon Place of Birth: Somerset Race / Ethnicity: Caucasian Gender: Male Secondary Gender: Omega Pronouns: He/Him Occupation: Ranch Hand Species: Werewolf Pack: Canis Marital Status: Taken Mate: Sven Martel

APPEARANCE

Height: 6′0″ Weight: 170 pounds Build: Ectomorph Hair Color: Light brown Eye Color: Brown Tattoos: None Piercings: None Distinguishing Features: Nice smile with prominent dimples and athletic body Wolf Form: All white coat, small, skinny, and light on his feet. His ears are pronounced and longer/bigger than other creatures to sense the presence of ghosts in a location He’s very stealthy, agile, and fast.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Amicable, passionate, honest, loyal Negative Traits: Timid, paranoid, damaged, reserved Pet Peeves: Dishonesty and being neglected Hobbies & Interests: Caring for animals, swimming, running, sex, reading mystery novels, writing short stories

NSFW

Kinks: Daddy kink, bondage, biting/marking, impact play (spanking, whipping, flogging, paddling, etc.), edge play, primal play, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, threesomes/foursomes, body worship, orgasm denial/control, sensory deprivation, gags, collaring, pet play. Anti-Kinks: Scat play, degradation, humiliation, watersports, needles, medical play, CBT, & fisting Safeword: Aces Signal: Three taps on the nearest surface Dick Size: 7″ Sexual Alignment: Submissive

BIOGRAPHY

   It took a full thirty-six years and fifty-two days to finally flee his homeland in search of a better life in the land of New Haven. Growing up with an abusive father, Hardin was always made to feel like the inferior son; the one that was nothing more than a mistake. As each day had passed, a shard of his self-worth would flake off and diminish until there was almost nothing left but a shell of a man. Had it not been for his cousin’s encouragement to leave it all behind and start anew, then maybe his father would have fully broken him. 

    Despite his fragile state he was able to take on a job as a ranch hand, still possessing love in his heart for animals and nature. At first he was really reserved and quiet, except in his cousin’s presence. Little by little he is growing out of his shell and branching out to make friends. He craves stability, protection, and a love he never truly felt from his family or past relationships. 

    Hardin was born under July’s Ghost Moon. Others might find him shy or reserved, or even distant, but he comes by it honestly. Once he gets to know someone he warms up. He still may appear aloof due to hearing the constant din from other realms. Since he’s still new in New Haven, he’s trying his best to fit in, find acceptance, and gain some footing on solid ground for once. So far it feels good to be the real him, not looking back on the life he once lived.

[werepackers]

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He thought he saw Fharzai’s face in town earlier that day. He didn’t of course. The stranger wasn’t even a fellow werebear, but the rapid spike in hope followed by the even faster plummet into despair really made the remainder of Burcu’s day melancholic. He really just went through the paces so as to not clue anyone to how he was feeling, but upon nightfall, there was no more holding back. The glow of the moon called out to him and the bear answered, settling on the outskirts of New Haven to sing a requiem in its glow. With his head tilted towards the sky, Burcu’s entire frame trembles from the forcefulness with which he howls. His bawling melodies stretch out into the night as if he believed that volume was the only thing preventing his cubs from hearing. He knew this wasn’t the case but sang anyway, a mournful tune to express his loss and loneliness. Once he finished, he remained to stare silently, waiting for the echoes of his howls to bounce off the moon and return some answer, but all that follows is silence and the unmistakable sound of an observer’s heartbeat. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to disturb you…” Burcu apologized without turning around. He curls up his massive form into a tight ball on the ground, still entranced by the moonlight. “In my day, we would harmonize with nature whenever the night was beautiful. For hours and hours. Now, it always feels like an imposition. Sorry.” Light reflects from his eyes because they brim with tears, but he’s not incredibly trusting and refuses to allow himself to cry in front of another. “If I said I was singing to my cubs, would the sound level be acceptable then?”

[hardin-fitzgerald]

    It was rare for Hardin to seek out company that was other than Sven. That night with a bright moon glowing brightly in the sky, he was out exploring nature when he heard Burcu’s howls. They were pretty hard to miss with his excellent wolf hearing. Even still, all of New Haven probably heard it, acute hearing or not. 

    “You didn’t disturb me. I would have enjoyed your call but it sounded sad,” Hardin replied, wondering what was troubling the other. He wasn’t the best conversationalist. Instead he took a seat next to the male and listened. Sometimes a person just needed an ear to listen. Hardin was good at that.  “Stop apologizing. There’s nothing wrong with a good howl.” He knew that first hand. There were times long ago when he’d cry-howl himself to sleep. Actually most nights in his shitty past. 

“Cubs? How many?” he asked to change the subject to something positive. Hardin longed for pups of his own, yet so far he didn’t have any.

[tremendouspearenemy]

New Haven was a small city, everyone practically knew each other and when he became pregnant it was more than logical that Sven’s partner would hear about it and even know who he was but the same was said otherwise. John knew of Hardin shortly after being with Sven and he was a bit anxious about the whole affair. The last thing he expected was to meet Hardin in this place and collide with him of all people. He was embarrassed though he knew they were bound to bump into each other he had hoped that day would never come.  

“Ah, yes, we’re fine. It was a small bump, don’t worry,” he says looking away and placing a hand over his swollen belly. “Hardin, right? You’re Sven’s partner, his boyfriend? Listen I...” How was he to explain this? How was he to talk about this very awkward situation that probably none of them wanted to face but that eventually they had for the sake of the baby. “I don’t want to cause discord in your relationship, I didn’t know he was with someone until later on, but don’t hate him for it, yes? He’s a good man and I know he will do right by you.” 

[hardin-fitzgerald]

Hardin felt a strange air between them, which of course was natural given the circumstances. John probably didn't expect to run into him, and it was clear he didn't have a rehearsed speech prepared for the occasion. That in itself had him relax somewhat, even if it was still awkward.

He waited for John to finish speaking before answering what he expected to be rhetorical questions. Nevertheless, he didn't mind stating that he was Sven's boyfriend, or the fact that he held no ill will toward either of them. Their relationship was open, except that it wasn't—not exactly. Hardin did trust easily and therefore stayed loyal to Sven. He was, after all, his first boyfriend and first everything. He knew Sven had a liaision or two, but it rarely came up in conversation. It was possible for things to change but at the end of the day it was Hardin in his bed.

"It's okay...really," he held up his palms as if to show peace. Not like he'd take a swing at a pregnant, much older wolf. No, Hardin wouldn't choose violence that day. "He'll be a great father—caring, attentive, nurturing. I have immense faith in him," he revealed, but didn't dive in further. Sven had taken nothing but good care of him since they met. Probably the first person to actually see his worth.

"How far along are you?" he asked since it didn't seem polite to gander a guess.

[allthefights]

[soughthaven]

hardin-fitzgerald​:

    Without a collar it was possible the dog was a stray, though he seemed far too friendly in Hardin’s opinion. Moving his hand underneath the red bandana he made sure to feel for a tag or anything to identify the pup. “Did you tie this on yourself,” he joked, giving his head a gentle pat. He honestly wanted his own dog but now that he lived with Sven instead of by himself, he’d have to ask permission. “I could just take you right home with me,” he commented when the dog rested his head on his lap. What an affectionate big boy. “I’d take you for plenty of walks or jogs…play fetch with you, spoil you with plenty of treats,” he went on, petting the dog further down its back. His hair was so soft it was hard not to touch it. “Warm nights by the fire…” he coaxed as if the dog could actually understand him. Animals were so easy to talk to. It’s no wonder Hardin preferred them to judgy individuals. 

~

As the male continued to talk, Alistair simply rolled onto his side as he listened to what he had to say. Sure, he had certainly thought about remaining a dog before. He wouldn’t need to worry about money or jobs or anything. He would be took care of and it would be bliss. But that would be too easy and unfair for anyone that would try and so, Alistair got up and gave Hardin another lick on the face before deciding it was best to run off before the man got too attached to him. He would simply make his way back to his clothes and quickly change before Hardin would find out and his dreams of having a dog be shattered. He gave a playful bark and then ran off.

[hardin-fitzgerald]

    One minute the dog was enjoying his pets and licking his face, and the next he was running off. “Gee, was it something I said?” Hardin chuckled as he got up and went to see where the dog was going. Maybe he was hungry and looking for food, or maybe he was going back to his owner. Feeling nosy and curious, Hardin took off after the dog and called out, “Here boy! Where did ya go?” It was unlikely that he’d outrun Hardin, but when he turned the corner he didn’t see the furry German Shepard. “Hmmm, that’s strange,” he mused, looking around and trying to recapture his scent. 

[willshift]

@hardin-fitzgerald || CLOSED STARTER || location: The Dry Tap Bar

Will groans as he peels himself off the hardwood floors of his apartment. His head throbbing, no doubt his body punishing him for yesterday activities. He squints at the window, half convinced he'd forgotten his daylight ring before he realized it just came with the package of being hungover. "C'mon, Will."

"We need to get up." He groans, stretching himself across his bed. He manages to get up from his bed and continue on with his morning routine, begrudgingly. All that seems to be worth it once he makes his way downstairs to open the bar. His assistant had been waiting for him and Will was able to tell the minute the scent of him hit his nose. Having not fed since he awoke, Will had a deep hunger inside him that needed to be sated and no hunger over could suppress that need.

He leans back on his chair, licking the red liquid from the corner from his mouth. It didn't do much to clean the mess on his face but did enough for the vampire to savor his recent meal. Will's expression changes from blissful to surprise as he sees a familiar man walk inside his bar.

"Hardin, I apologize you had to see this." Will begins to say, taking one of the napkins on the table and wiping his face clean of the red ketchup. "Had I known you'd show up, I wouldn't have indulged."

"Would you like some fries?" He chuckles lightly, offering one from his plate that once housed a burger as well. "Better get them while they're hot."

[hardin-fitzgerald]

FOUR times Hardin tried to talk himself out of going to The Dry Tap Bar, and four times he had failed. It didn't help that he was naive to other creatures besides those in his pack. While he was reluctant to see Will due to his vampiric nature, he did possess the good sense to be afraid. Should he be afraid? He wasn't sure how trustworthy vampires are, but then he reasoned they couldn't be worse than his so-called family. The external wounds have healed but he'd forever feel the tinge of the internal ones.

Walking into the bar it was easy to find Will. What he hadn't expected was the aftermath of his dinner still lingering on his lips. It didn't disgust him—everyone's got to eat—but it did catch him off guard how relaxed he looked despite it. "Enjoy your feast? Better them than me," he supplied a light laugh, taking a seat across from him. Looking down at the plate of fries and a burger, he did feel his stomach begin to growl. "You eat real food too? Wild!" he plucked a fry and popped it into his mouth. Bar food wasn't his forte, but he didn't want to be rude in front of the owner.

"How is it that you're out in the daytime? Doesn't the sun burn a vampire?" he asked, showing his naivety on the subject. Hardin had a lot to learn about other species.

[hardin-fitzgerald]

FAMILY CONNECTIONS

↳ Henrik - cousin

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS

↳ - Sven Martel - mate ↳ - tba - submissive lover ↳ - tba - friends with benefits            

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS

↳ - tba - best friend ↳ - tba - ride or die ↳ - tba - confidant ↳ - tba - platonic soulmate ↳ - tba - positive influence ↳ - tba - unlikely friends ↳ - tba - former lover to friends ↳ - Alistair Dunbar - new friends

NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS

↳ - tba - rivals ↳ - tba - enemies ↳ - tba - former best friend ↳ - tba - competition ↳ - tba - mutual jealousy ↳ - tba - bad influence

[tremendouspearenemy]

He was two weeks into his pregnancy and had a very noticeable bump, he had to go shopping for pregnant clothing so he wouldn't hurt his baby with tight clothing. John was currently selecting new clothes again but for his baby this time. He was in one of those stores that sold everything, he wasn't even sure what this one was called as he didn't pay attention when he arrived in the taxi but he had free time today and he was excited about his baby so he had spent most of his free time planning things for them, buying items, fixing a room for his baby, and he was even thinking of preparing one of those baby shower parties for Sven's friends to come as he himself didn't have many friends to speak off.

He took a few steps back to get out of the aisle and go somewhere else in the store when he hit someone passing by with his back and turned around with an apologetic look. "I am so sorry, I should've turned around before going out of the aisle. Are you okay?" He asked, a hand over his bump, he was fine really but he felt bad for the other person.

[hardin-fitzgerald]

    Shopping wasn’t Hardin’s forte thanks to growing up with no money to his name. Now that he had some from being a ranch hand, and also money from his generous boyfriend, he was still getting used to picking out things for himself instead of wearing the same old clothes and dirty shoes. That day in particular he was looking for some new sunglasses after accidentally breaking his only pair. He didn’t need any designer brand, just a pair that shielded his eyes from the sun. After searching for a few minutes he backed up to look in the mirror with his selected shades over his eyes, not noticing someone passing at the same time. Oof, a slight collision occurred and an embarrassed Hardin took off the shades and began apologizing. When that said person turned out to be John, a shocked expression moved over his features. There was no mistaking the baby bump that the other cradled, which caused his eyes to briefly flicker to it. Truth be told, Hardin was still trying to process the fact that his boyfriend knocked someone up other than him. It was no secret how much he wanted a family; well, either of them for that matter. 

    “I believe I backed into you...um...are you and the, well—baby ok?” he found himself stuttering due to many factors. He really hadn’t been paying attention to others in the store. When it came to mingling and any kind of social aspect—Hardin was rather awkward. It would take some time before he felt more comfortable around others, thanks to his sheltered upbringing.

[soughthaven]

hardin-fitzgerald​:

hardin-fitzgerald​:

    With many animals running loose around the ranch, Hardin couldn’t be sure who owned the dog, or if he was a stray. Based on his friendly demeanor and build it seemed unlikely he was a random stray. Strays didn’t often allow touch or lick a stranger’s hand, for that matter. He seemed pretty tame now that he was less frightened. Taking a seat on the grass next to the animal, he left out a sigh. His muscles were tired and didn’t mind some rest. “You ok now?” he asked the dog while patting his head, as if he could answer. Slowly he moved his hand down his back and to each side to feel his ribs. Everything felt fine with nothing broken. “Yeah, you’re all right. Just a little scare. You’ve got to be careful around here with all the work being done,” he partly lectured but smiled at the dog. 

Continued from here.

Ali tilted his head to the side as the other sat down beside him and began to feel him over. This guy was either very confident to not be bitten by a random dog or he wanted that. In reality, Ali wouldn’t have done that anyway. Ali nodded as listened to Hardin speak. He really did need to look out more around here. It wasn’t the first time he had nearly got hurt while running around. Ali moved closer to Hardin and rested his head on his lap. He liked the pats that the other had given him.

[hardin-fitzgerald]

    Without a collar it was possible the dog was a stray, though he seemed far too friendly in Hardin’s opinion. Moving his hand underneath the red bandana he made sure to feel for a tag or anything to identify the pup. “Did you tie this on yourself,” he joked, giving his head a gentle pat. He honestly wanted his own dog but now that he lived with Sven instead of by himself, he’d have to ask permission. “I could just take you right home with me,” he commented when the dog rested his head on his lap. What an affectionate big boy. “I’d take you for plenty of walks or jogs...play fetch with you, spoil you with plenty of treats,” he went on, petting the dog further down its back. His hair was so soft it was hard not to touch it. “Warm nights by the fire...” he coaxed as if the dog could actually understand him. Animals were so easy to talk to. It’s no wonder Hardin preferred them to judgy individuals. 

[a-voyd]

Face up, untouched, gazing at the ceiling

Game's up, never bring you down

Face up, our love's craving for some feeling

Game's up, we're nowhere to be found

I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck here in my skin

I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck with you

Tell me it gets easier, tell me it gets easier

Tell me it gets easier, that I'll figure it out

Tell me it gets easier, tell me it gets easier

Oh, tell me it gets easier, that I'll figure it out

[blazingxwolves-deactivated20250]

“I do plan on mating and claiming you one day my handsome Hardin. Filling you with my seed and making you carry my child,” he spoke with a deep seductive and sweet voice has his hands slowly rubbed and explored the male’s body. His cock was twitching so hard and he needed, wanted to feel the male and he wanted to be inside them again. “How does daddies boy feel about that?” he asked as he moved and kissed Hardin passionately. His hands not stopping at all.

    Perhaps Hardin was a little naive when it came to his relationship with Sven, given this was his first actual relationship. He already felt like he belonged to the alpha and that the two of them would soon start a family together. Without even trying he had fallen hard for Sven shortly after meeting him in New Haven. 

    “You wouldn’t have to make me carry your child. I’d do it willingly because I’m yours,” he replied sincerely, nuzzling against his chest hair. Sven’s hands moving over him kept him rooted in the spot. There wasn’t any place he’d rather be then with the man he loved. “I want you and everything that comes with it,” he murmured against his lips before getting entirely swept up in his kisses. 

[mindkeepswandering]

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“When was the last time you slept?” 

“What? Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing…” 

“…What was I doing?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Did you see that? No?” 

“I haven’t slept in almost __ days.” 

“You look absolutely terrible.” 

“I’m so exhausted I don’t feel tired anymore.” 

“I don’t think I can stand up without things spinning.” 

“You need to go to bed.” 

“I can’t sleep.” 

“You aren’t making any sense.” 

“…What?” 

🏨+ Add your own!

    With many animals running loose around the ranch, Hardin couldn’t be sure who owned the dog, or if he was a stray. Based on his friendly demeanor and build it seemed unlikely he was a random stray. Strays didn’t often allow touch or lick a stranger’s hand, for that matter. He seemed pretty tame now that he was less frightened. Taking a seat on the grass next to the animal, he left out a sigh. His muscles were tired and didn’t mind some rest. “You ok now?” he asked the dog while patting his head, as if he could answer. Slowly he moved his hand down his back and to each side to feel his ribs. Everything felt fine with nothing broken. “Yeah, you’re all right. Just a little scare. You’ve got to be careful around here with all the work being done,” he partly lectured but smiled at the dog. 

[hardin-fitzgerald]

Continued from here.

[lasorcier]

This man was new. Ludwig had lived in New Haven for his entire life and thanks to the parties he threw he was familiar with nearly everybody in town. He obviously had good taste if the Voldaren Gallery was where he decided to spend his free time. Ludwig nods, gesturing to the entire gallery with a sweep of his arm. "They're all mine. It's amazing what you can get done when you barely need to sleep." He says, proud and satisfied with his handiwork. When Hardin spoke again Ludwig was already moving around him, taking in every feature of his face. He had the sort of features that poets wrote about. "Oh, I'm getting nothing out of this. Besides practice, that is. Ordinarily I allow my mind to run wild and I put it to paper. I'd love to get into sculpting or painting the people of New Haven." Moving around Hardin he stands in front of him now, arms crossed over his chest. "You can keep it when I'm finished as a memento. It'll be a lovely conversation piece and you can impress people when you tell them you have a Ludwig Voldaren original."

[hardin-fitzgerald]

Perhaps Hardin should have been impressed that the other owned a gallery full of their own artwork or the fact that they possessed real talent. All that was a little hard to formulate in his brain thanks to the way the male sized him up, either as a subject to paint, or merely to eat. His nerves, however, were steady and as the male spoke, he continued to eye the pieces in the gallery. "What's that like, not sleeping?" he asked randomly. Probably not the most intelligible question to ask an artist. 'How do you get your muse?' or 'what inspires you,' probably made for better conversation material. Then again, Hardin was no scholar. He was simple at best. Before coming to New Haven he lived a sheltered life surrounded by only his own species—werewolves. Being around others, like vampires, was a whole new endeavor; though he heard plenty about them.

"Well, practice does make perfect, now doesn't it? I doubt you need much. From what I've seen so far, you're very talented," he said doubting the other needed an ego boost either. Maybe it was Hardin's way of being polite. Sometimes he just said things without thinking them through. "Ludwig Voldaren," he repeated, wondering if it was supposed to ring a bell. Sadly it didn't. "So which is it—sculpting or painting me?" Not that he was saying yes, but simply putting feelers out there.

[tay-swifts]

THEO JAMES arriving at Giorgio Armani show in Milan (January 16, 2023)

[blazingxwolves-deactivated20250]

Before meeting Hardin, Sven was not the soft nor romantic type. In a strange way the male had changed him and he liked it. He loved moments like, taking the other’s scents which always got him excited and in the mood. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he held Hard and chuckled.

“I know, handsome,” he smiled at the kiss of his chest as he slowly played with Hardin’s hair. Hands running through it and his free hands exploring the male’s body. “But, this is nice too. Looking into my handsome boy eyes and just holding him.”

   The feel of Sven’s fingers in his hair sent a shiver down his back. He loved when he was gentle with him, as much as he loved his roughness. The trust he held for the other wolf was tremendous; probably the most he ever allocated to any one person. With Sven he felt safe, cared for, and most importantly—loved. 

    “It really is. I love feeling your hands all over my body, claiming me and owning me. I always need it,” he confessed, meeting Sven’s lovely blue hues. He could see the passion in them that matched his own. Moving up further to reach his lips, Hardin gently grazed them against Sven’s. He loved his taste, craving it too much.