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"Don't apologize. It sounds like it would help you to unburden yourself, talking about your father. I'm as handy a sounding board as any, and I have my own experiences on the subject." Chuckling, he holds out his hand to the other male. "I'm Locke, by the by." "I can well understand how irritating disappointed fathers can be," Locke says with a shake of his head from the next table over. Giving the other a rueful smile, he continues, "before I left, I found that interacting with my father was easiest if it involves an activity that wasn't a meal. Like going hunting, a walk, or traveling to an event together. The last one was the best, really. It meant that for the duration of a carriage ride, I was a captive audience, but it also meant there was an end point to the conversation and a handy escape once we got to the event."

"For every thing that is good in this world, please stop." Dominic growled into his phone. He didn't have the best relationship with his father. It wasn't as if the Miles family didn't love each other but things have been strained between them. There was a legacy that came with being a Miles. You were to be a strong, Alpha witch. Nothing more. Nothing less. It was what was expected of the Miles family for generations going all the way back to when New Haven was Willowshire. That was until Dominic's father had his sons. Dominic's older brother turned out fine. In fact, for a while, he was the perfect son in a "perfect" family. Then Dominic was born. The first Omega born in generations. To say that his father was disappointed was an understatement and that followed him for well into his current years. There had been some attempts of redemption but Dominic often was not receptive. Especially right now.

"Look, I don't have time to meet you for lunch. With everything going on, I can't deal with you right now. " It was harsh and Dominic knew that being in public, someone could feel the energy pouring from him. "I'll talk to you later. Just stay safe." He hung up and looked next to him. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Fathers, you know. You love them and you hate him." He sighed. "You don't want to hear about all of this. I'm sorry.

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All posts prior to this point are for a previous character. Please disregard as they are not part of this blog's current continuity.

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Clive, who had been relishing how much control he was exerting over the rapidly awakening guard, gasps when the familiar thumb deftly swiped along his exposed glans.  It was so much easier to maintain control when you could ignore your own hard cock.  

Listening to what Zion managed to get out, Clive added a third finger to the man’s ass.  Far less gentle now, those fingers seemed to have a singular purpose.  Gape that hole enough that maybe the man’s pup wouldn’t wake up when her daddy got penetrated.  Although, to be fair, the girl said that her daddy was always much more pleasant when “he was properly seen to.”  

The way those claws were at his own tits, the way those fingers were working his cock head, and not for nothing, the way that ass was milking his fingers were all ensuring that Zion was going to be “seen to” within an inch of his life tonight.  

Clive manuvered the pair so that the wiry omega was effectively straddling his lap.  Spreading those thick cheeks, he felt the head of his cock catch on the gaped rim of Zion’s hole.  All the while, Clive has gone from teasing sucks to more hard-edged gnawing and pulling of the man’s nipple.  While fully ready for Zion to set the pace, he lowered the other man, pushing down until the head of his cock breached him.  

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he took the words right out from this mouth, lead with using his pup against him—- not exactly what he wants to be thinking about while the other was tongue deep inside of him. the blade flicked a little, drawing only a minute about of blood, a pinprick. but he was right in that regard, not that he’d ever even think about killing the alpha who he’d suddenly found himself in his bed, at least hopefully never. zion gasped at the way the finger traced over that sensitive spot between the globes of him.

and he found himself opening his mouth to speak, to try and will words from his mouth in the form of oh, you think that huh? but it was lost somewhere when a deep groan rumbled from his chest at the feel of the fingers pushing inside of him. completely cheating. the blade at clive’s throat faltered and his arm fell away onto the bed. his other had found one of the alphas pectorals and dug claws in. “you’re unfair.”

  “Hmm… I still think you missed me,” Clive grinned as the bad fell aside, and only grunted when his pec was clawed at. Sinking those digits in deeper, the alpha drags them back and forth against Zion’s prostate. Moving up onto the bed, he drapes himself over the man’s legs, inadvertently laying his hot and throbbing fat cock against his lover’s leg. Lowering his face to hover over a nipple, he grins. ��I know I missed you,”

Without another word, he engulfs Zion’s nipple and sucks at it teasingly.  With his free hand, he roughly grips the man by the neck and forces him up.  Looking at Zion through his lashes, he begins to chew on that nipple.  All the while, his thick digits alternate between spreading the omega open and rubbing against his lover’s prostate.  He says, briefly, while switching to the man’s other nipple and repeating his efforts, “I missed every sound you make when it’s dark and you’re with me.”

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“You know if I had my choice, you’d be along with me for every trip,” Clive answers the bard truthfully.  While the alpha thoroughly enjoyed his job, the highlight was always either in the cities he traveled to or the homecoming in Athos.  While he didn’t mind the roads themselves, he was certain that the miles passed faster, and the scenery was more find when you traveled with a skilled bard.  Avery just happened to be a favorite of his.  

“I did bring you the mandolin strings, but those were properly requisitioned as a needed item for Athos.”  Supplies for various things were always added to a manifest of things that the villagers might need.  What Clive specialized in were gifts.  The mandolin strings weren’t in a paper bag, but rather, wrapped up in fine linen paper.  When unrolled, the paper showed the laborious notes of three songs that Clive had heard while in a different city.  “I know it’s not the same as hearing them yourself, but, the words are either very pretty, bawdy, or funny.  Also, the bard played the little lap whatchamacallit.  So, you could do your own arrangement thing with the mandolin.  Yeah?”

@bard-avery​ -- sorry for taking so dang long!!!

Souvenir

Clive had been gone a long time on the latest trade mission. The typical trip didn’t take this long, but special supplies had been needed, and that meant traveling much further than usual. On their return, rather than spend the night camping out again, he had pushed for them to keep going. Now, arriving in Athos, he was exhausted.

After caring for the horses and securing the wagon, he grabbed a small parcel from one of the many bags and begins the last part of his trek. Then he finds the wolf he’s looking for. Just the sight of the other gives him his second (or 10th) wind of the day. Usually quick with a smoldering smirk or a friendly grin, the best Clive can give the man is smile that becomes a yawn. “C’mere… got you something…”

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Smut Starter - 3, for Aeron & Clive :)

Have a smut starter, @ofwolfandmuses, for Aeron, based on this n.sfw gif! (x)

Was there anything quite so arousing as seeing someone slurp your cock with pleasure and delight. As though the activity itself was bringing them pleasure; maybe as much as they were giving to you? The way that Aeron was working his shaft with those soft lips was a testament to the lumberjack's skill, but the noises that Aeron was making made clear that this wasn't an obligation.

"Yesss... Aeron... you give such a nice, messy blow job... " Clive says in an enthusiastic whisper. Looking around, he feels certain that any of the other lumberjacks might stumble upon them. Which wouldn't be terrible; at least they weren't hooking up near the pups. But it might be shocking to the other person, and Clive wasn't really in the mood to share right now. "keep going... oh that, right that... oh fuck, that's so nice..."

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76 - Zakar & Clive (Zakar the one with Clive's cock in his mouth :) )

For Zakar (@ofwolfandmuses), based on this (x) hot af n.sfw gif.

"Holy shit... that's my whole, fat cock down your throat, fuck, Zakar..." It wasn't the first time that Zakar had deepthroated him. Yet, every time that Zakar pulled that trick it always blew Clive away. Few wolves could do it as flawlessly and effortlessly as the alpha did it. Clive had to wonder, was it really fucking Zakar's peachy arse that relaxed him enough to take the alpha's cock, or was it blowjobs like this that did it? Given the pleasure that radiated from his cock that was still buried in the alpha's throat, he was pretty confident it was the man's mouth that did it.

"you have to be amazing at everything, doncha, buddy... don't you stop and answer, either... please, just keep going..."

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78 from Akil

For @franciswithasmile (Akil), a smut started based on this (x) n.sfw gif

"this is crazy," Clive grunts as he stares at the incredible view the disused guard tower offers. Gripping Akil's pec in one hand, he keeps on plowing the alpha against the low wall that saved them from a long drop to the ground. A newer, bigger tower was set further out, so it was unlikely anyone would stumble upon them here. There was also something to be said for the romantic soul within his breast about fucking another alpha at daybreak.  Particularly one as gorgeous as Akil.

"how...did you...convince me... to do... this...again?" Clive teases as his thick cock repeatedly beats a staccato rhythm against Akil's prostate. Looking down, he watches as his first load is backing out of the other male. "goddamn, that's so beautiful..."

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11 (gemofaomega)

For @gemofaomega, based on this (x) n.sfw gif:

Clive grinned to himself as he sat against the trunk of tree.  A tree that was shaking hard, like it was in the middle of a gale.  In truth, the morning was clear and sunny, but Gem was riding him like tomorrow might never come.  Clive wasn’t quite ready to cum, himself, but his lover felt like he was about to cream.  Again.

“You’re so sexy when you ride me... look at you... taking charge of your own pleasure...i see you...don’t stop, don’t hold back...use me, Gem...get off on me...” Clive half orders, half growls into the other male’s ear before he pulls him into another bruising kiss.

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Dennis wants 23

For @dennislumbersrp, based on this n.sfw gif (x)

Clive growls as he saws his girthy length in and out of Dennis' fine ass. The thought crossed his mind that "fine" wasn't enough praise. Exceptional. Majestic. Exquisite. The mere sight of his lover's hindquarters was enough to stir Clive's ardor. But tonight, when he came upon the romantic moonlit picnic in the glade, Clive was driven mad with lust.

"This is what you needed, isn't it, Dennis?" Clive growls as he pumps hard and rough at the omega's hole. Gazing down at that thick, muscular body, fingers raking through the furry pecs, down those abs to that sexy pouch. When he came to the glade, he saw Dennis on all fours, trying to straighten out the picnic blanket. While wearing one of those silky city 'underclothes' that framed and highlighted Dennis's bewitching ass. "I'm not there yet, but if you don't want me to knot you, I'll have to pull out before I'm done..."

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obviously 7 cause of those cowboy boots

Smut Starter for @pawsofzion, based on this n.sfw gif (x)

The night was too hot to sleep. Everyone seemed to be in a difficult mood. Every cabin seemed to be filled with people who were one cough away from losing their collective shit. Naturally, this would be the night that Zion needed to get fucked hard and deep by Clive. Yet, the alpha was always willing to deep-dick the omega.

"Fuck, you look so sexy," Clive growled against Zion's lips as he lifted and lowered the male on his aching, fat prick. He was seated, bare-assed on the bed of a convoy wagon, with Zion in nothing but his latest gift from Clive; high-quality boots. Finally, he lays back on the bed, and leaves the fucking up to Zion. He wants to see those boots planted on either side of his hips, watching this sexy beast fuck himself on his cock. "Work your hole like the hungry boy you are..."

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“uh, yeah.  what’s up?” Clive asks as he enters carrying a crate of supplies for Jensen.  This was the second time in as many months that he had come upon Jensen and the wolf had been relaxed.  If this kept up, Clive was going to have to tell the other traders to knock if off on saying the alpha healer was a grumpy curmudgeon.  For his part, Jensen reminded him of his grandfather.  An alpha who didn’t suffer fools lightly, but the man had tremendous patience with all things mechanical or engineering related.  

“You okay?”

sighing, jensen reached over to pick up the dropped knife. without any warning, the alpha felt a little knock in the base of his spine. a growl released from the base of his throat as the pain shot up, feeling as if somebody was pinging mallets on every single disk all the way up the base of his skull. pride had snapped him up, knife in his hand and he leaned onto a near by table. 

taking in a deep breathe, the alpha leaned his hip onto the table and curled his head to rest on a post. he sniffed the air and caught a whiff of a wolf coming near. he opened his eyes and turned his head to get a look at who was approaching him. 

“do you have a moment?” he asked them. “i need a favor.” 

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Pick a number and I’ll write us a smut starter based on it.  If it’s an an@l sex gif, I’m going to assume that your wolf will be bott0ming.  

m/m smut gif starters. Vol. 3

Send me a number, and I’ll write up a starter based on the gif. None of these gifs were made by me and were collected from other parts.

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Taken from (x) for @healingjay

there was no shame as the alpha walked naked around his den. the pups were off playing and they’d seen their father strutting about the place before. just as he was reaching the comfort of his nest, his alpha flared. another alpha approached his home, the place where his family lied in comfort. he couldn’t help but snarl in response to the hallow threat.

his brain had worked out who it was. he’d been a knife in the trademen’s backs ever since he could remember-- demanding certain things and calling for rare items. often the most expensive of things. he stood at the foot of his opened door after realizing who it was.

“yes, do you have the jars i had requested?” he asked as he grabbed a hold of a large tunic to put on.

After pulling short straw with the other traders in the convoy, Clive carefully carried the remaining jars towards the cabin that Jensen shared with his family.  Clive already knew the Venois alpha was not going to give one whit about all the care they had taken.  Nor that they had bought half as many more jars, just in case of misadventure.    But maybe the traders were wrong.  Maybe Jensen wouldn’t even notice that they were short 2 jars.  

Walking in and seeing a naked alpha with his hackles up was always an abrupt re-introduction to life in Athos.  It always made Clive feel like he had failed a social cue by not immediately stripping off the human clothes upon arrival in Athos.  With an inward sigh and outward smile, he nods and holds out the crate.  “Yup, here they are.  Had a bit of trouble crossing the river, but most of them are there.  Anything else you wanted?”

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Taken from (x) for @blazingxwolves

Henrik will have admit that Clive was handsome. He had not gotten a chance to know the male yet but he wanted to. Henrik often hang out more with the omegas. There were not many alphas that he hang out with outside of his brother and Levi due to some many reasons but Clive seems like a nice person so why not. "Thank you so much, it's beautiful that very kind of you. I don't know how many people would give someone they don't know all that too well a gift," he spoke with a bright smile on his face showing he really liked it.

"How was your travels. Looks like you could use some rest or something," he said with a kind smile. Normally Henrik would be cock but at the moment he was being decent.

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“I like to make sure everyone gets something a little special now and then.  Our main focus is always getting the supplies that Athos needs the most, of course.  But, when I have some extra coin and when I find something that might make someone happy to have, I try my best to bring it home.  Sometimes, that doesn’t work so well, though.  I’ve offended some people.”  Clive smiles, happy that Henrik liked the gift.  

“So, what’s been happening around the town while we’ve been away?  Anything exciting?  Find a handsome wolf to fool around with?”  Clive winks and bumps Henrik’s shoulder in a friendly way.  “I’m teasing.  How’s your brother doing?”

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Taken from (x), for @dennislumbersrp​

He admired the people that went out to trade. He couldn’t have done it. Not with the type of omega he was. And he didn’t really speak up often. There were some special things he wanted. Two in particular.

One was more heat related but he could find it in the woods if he asked often enough. The second was a puphood memory. And it was a little selfish sure, but he wasn’t selfish very often.

He was sitting by a little fire that had been made in the town square. It was chilly now. Enough that he had to wear clothes. He could smell the winter chill on the air. The frost.

Some really liked it but he was such a summer wolf that it could be difficult.

“Clive?” Dennis asked and then he jumped up, knocking over the chair he’d been sitting in without a second thought. “Clive, you’ve returned! You were gone so long-” he said and without a second thought- he lunged and wrapped the other in a hug. Not even realizing there was a package in Clive’s hand right away.

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Clive knew where he’d find Dennis as soon as the trade convoy arrived.  As he walked up to he fire in the town square and called out to the male.  He knew he shouldn’t be so flattered that someone was so happy to see him, knew that Dennis probably was happy to see most returning wolves.  Dennis was just that sweet kind of wolf, but, oh, that hug was wonderful.  The way that Dennis smiled was intoxicating, and it was difficult to pull away and gesture to the gift he was carrying.  

“I got you something,” Clive began when he could.  He was so smooth with most omegas, but this omega... well.  Everyone had their weakness, right?  Everyone had that one person.  He was starting to think that person was Dennis.  “I remember you talking about this one night. How you wished you could find something like what you had as a pup.  I don’t know if it’s right, but I hope so.”

Clive extends the heartswood game board and the sack of colored glass beads that acted as game pieces.  He scruffs a hand through his hair, and shuffles his feet.  “I was thinking, you could teach me how to play, and we could spend some time together.  If you’d like.”