Bite worse than my bark

Indie Fandomless Werewolf OC Adaptable to most fandoms Mature content 18+ advised. Est. Oct. 16, 2015 Written by Jax Blog Under Construction

[howlingandfighting-blog]

open to Blackhaven RP members

“What the hell you starin’ at?”

“Y’know what, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

[alyceelimdean-blog]

“I would, if I had a camera. I could use something to jack off to later.”

[howlingandfighting-blog]

“Wow. Really? Don’t you got any sort of filter on your mouth?”

[howlingandfighting-blog]

-rolls back onto this blog like yeah-

I’ve got seven drafts, I’m going to get those all done, but since it’s been so long since I’ve been around I understand if you don’t want to continue.

But yes, hi, I’ve returned to my lovely werewolf bb

[howlingandfighting-blog]

open to Blackhaven RP members

“What the hell you starin’ at?”

“Y’know what, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

[christiankanedaily]

Ho ho…. whoa.

Santa could come jingle my bells anytime

[howlingandfighting-blog]

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[blueeyedcuddles]

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Oh yeah, Lucas definitely liked the assertiveness the beta (his beta, he kept reminding himself) was displaying. He could already tell that kitty really liked to be pet, to receive affection and pleasure, and he was more than eager to give Joss all that and more. 

And to think, this all started because of his own need during rut, but now he was more focused on Joss and experiencing him. When the feline climbed right on top of him, that was all right with Lucas, and his hands immediately moved to grip him and tug him closer.

“Now... well, now I’m plannin’ on makin’ you feel downright amazin’,” came Lucas’ reply, a playful growl full of promises of pleasure. Reaching up his hand, he cupped Joss’ face before tugging him down to catch his lips in a fierce kiss. Meanwhile, his other hand gingerly and quickly snaked between them until he had his hand wrapped around both their cocks. He rocked his hips up, stroking them both while his tongue darted out to lick along and part Joss’ lips.

[howlingandfighting-blog]

                                          “My baby’s                                                already got                                                    all of my love”

[ginniepotter]

#precious cinnamon roll #too good for this world #too pure

[howlingandfighting-blog]

@killedherscreamingwhelp:

@howlingandfighting

“I want to buy a dog.”

“’Fraid you’ll have to find your way to a pet store then, sir. Better yet, a humane shelter where they adopt out domestic dogs. These wild canines ain’t for sale.” Lucas said, looking at the mountain of a man who’d come onto his property. Most people would be intimidated by his size, and there was no doubt that Lucas was one of them. Still, he was more cautious than fearful, which was evident in how casually he spoke. “‘Course, we always take donations to help support in their care and feeding. I’ll even let you take a picture with one.”

[blueeyedcuddles]

Lucas loved the sound of his name purred by the beta? Joss loved being given reasons to purr it–or moan it. If Lucas was very good (or very bad, depending on your point of view), there might even be some screaming of the alpha’s name. For now: Joscelyn greatly appreciated the foreplay. He’d been with alphas before who would simply tear his clothes off–quite literally, if they were in rut–and go to pound town, if you pardon the crassness.

But this…

Lucas was a very good alpha. The cat had been right to trust this wolf, this man, back when a job and a more permanent residence were offered. Some might have thought him crazy, even without knowing Joss was a cat and Lucas was a wolf. But right now? Right now, with his heart rate picking up from the scent of the canine’s arousal, from how Lucas’ hands and mouth and teeth combined pleasure and a bit of roughness, with their lower bodies grinding together instinctively…Joss would have to say he would have been crazy to walk away.

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[howlingandfighting-blog]

Lucas had never been a selfish lover, not like most of the alpha’s that he’d known in his time. Oh the drive was there, no doubt, but that just wasn’t his personality. There was no way he liked to take something without giving back in return. He loved pleasure, and he loved giving as much as receiving. 

Speaking of receiving, Lucas hadn’t quite expected Joss to take so much initiative himself, but then again maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. Joss might’ve been the more passive one, but he wasn’t bashful or hesitant about what he wanted when he wanted it, just like the feline he was, and Lucas really liked that about him. He liked a hell of a lot of things about him, really, which was why this was happening.

And damn was it happening, and it was making it difficult for him to keep stroking Joss’ length, but he only faltered a moment and increased the speed and length of each stroke. The attention Joss paid to Lucas’ hardened cock, and the teasing fingers along his aching knot nearly made him whimper. He hid the growling whine with a throaty chuckle at Joss’ words, though, and bit playfully at his nipple, pulling away to speak in a husky, needy voice. 

“If that’s what you want, I can certainly oblige, but first we gotta get t’th’ bed...” he growled out his words, then began to pull back from Joss and slide his hand out of the beta’s pants. Smirking lazily, eyes blown with lust, Lucas backed up towards the bed as his hands busied themselves with shedding his pants and boxers the rest of the way, kicking them off before sitting back on his bed, sprawling out naked and waiting for Joss to join him. A confident smirk and an outstretched hand beckoned the beta over. “C’mere.”

[run-run-rabbit-run-deactivated2]

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[toywithteats]

Jeyne was a mess, carrying nothing but a backpack-stolen from her husband, from his emo days in high school- and clad in jeans and a sweatshirt too big for her- it stank like Theon but it kept her warm in the three days since she had left, just walked away with barely anything. 

Yes. “No.” she said, shifting her backpack back onto her shoulders. “I’ll keep walking, sir. I’m sorry to have intruded on your property.” god, she didn’t want to walk anymore, she wanted to sleep, she could sleep for days. 

[howlingandfighting-blog]

Lucas could recognize someone on the run. Wasn’t really that hard of a thing, especially since he’d done it for a good part of his life, and then helped young people on the run when he got older. Frowning slightly, he shook his head and let out a sigh, raising his brows at the girl and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You can be sorry all ya want, darlin’, but you ain’t goin’ anywhere. Not without some good food in your belly an’ maybe a good night’s sleep. Now, I just put a big ol’ chicken and broccoli cassarol in the oven, and I know I won’t be able to eat it all on my own. After that, I can give you a ride to the motel and get you a room, and you can be on your way, whatever your runnin’ from or to.”

[doriangaymer]

So, for those that know and those that don’t, I have lupus; at least, that’s the current diagnosis.  I haven’t been able to work in a week.  It’s looking more and more like I will finally have to go on disability.  This is a huge blow to my mental state and financial future.  

So, to help keep me occupied, and to help with a little cash flow, I’m looking at opening up commissions for knitted works.

Now, I can knit some pretty nifty things, but the only ones I have a price for at the moment are hats.

Fandom hats like this:

And Pride hats like this:

I can work with you for different materials for those that have sensory issues and allergies (Or whom live in hotter or colder climates).

These kinds of hats are $20 + shipping worldwide.

I can also do:

Cowls, baby blankets, throws, scarves, shawls, etc.  If you wanted something hand-knitted, for cosplay, we can definitely work something out.

Larger projects will be Material + Shipping + 10%-25% depending on the nature and size of the project.

[chevreamour-blog]

Shipping Meme

[winewoven-deactivated20160315]

Send ❤︎ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses.

Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

[asklooker]

When you owe about twenty different replies but your muse is only willing to focus on one or two threads

[puppyeyeswinchester-archive]

“That’s alright,” Sam replied, following Lucas to the garage. “I like wolves, they’re pretty awesome. What got you into working with them?”

[howlingandfighting-blog]

“Guess you could say I found a... a bit of a kindred spirit with ‘em. It started with the lil’ fox I got, Shiloh, who I nursed back to health. Had to get a permit to keep him on property. After that, I started takin’ in other canines that needed help. Right now there’s the wolves, the fox, an’ a couple o’ coyotes.” Lucas said with a smile, opening up the garage and leading Sam to his truck. “We’re just one big family.”

[toywithteats]

@howlingandfighting

“I’m sorry for sneaking into your dog’s house… Please don’t call the police.”

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“I ain’t callin’ no one, lil’ darlin’…” Lucas said, raising his brows a bit as he helped the young woman to her feet. “You’re just lucky you wandered into Shiloh’s pen. He’s a shy lil’ fox, hardly harm a flea if he could avoid it. The wolf pack might’ve decided you were a tasty snack if you found your way in there. You runnin’ from somethin’?”

[lazarusholmes]

“Never enough safe places in the world,” Lazarus agreed happily, running a hand through his long hair, carding his fingers through it, and brushing it out of his face. “Thank y’, I’m glad y’enjoyin’ yourself.”

[howlingandfighting-blog]

Lucas definitely noticed that the bartender shared the same style of hair he did, and had to admit that it was a good look on the man. When he realized he was sort of just staring with the menu still in hand, though, he flicked his eyes down at it with a slightly sheepish grin. “I, uh, I guess I should place an order, right? Um, gimme a house beer with a shot of whiskey, an’ a hamburger all the way, rare as you can make it.”