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alchemistc · 1 month ago

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Harry twirls a lock of dark curls between his fingers. Tips his chin against Tommy's head and stares up at the ceiling. He considers not asking, this time.

The sex is good, and Tommy's funny, and if he closes his eyes he could imagine there could be something - Tommy twitches and shifts his hand lower like he might be gearing up for another round, and it breaks the fantasy. That's new.

"Tell me about him," Harry says, and Tommy's eyes tip up to glare at Harry.

"Making an assumption, there," Tommy warns, but Harry just raises an eyebrow. Six years of this and Harry knows better than to expect Tommy would show up at his door for any reason other than to get his mind off of something - someone else.

"So we're both asses," Harry intones. He needs to call the super, see what they'll do about the water stain on his ceiling. "Tell me about him."

Tommy sighs. Twists, drifts away to the second pillow, and Harry's done this enough times not to mourn the loss, exactly. It's not like he's ever told Tommy -

"He's too young. Impulsive. New."

Harry fails to hold in his snort. "Okay."

Tommy at 34 had been a fucking hurricane. Newly out, no holds barred, he'd jumped right into the deep end and let the storm whirl him around. They'd been friends, for the first six months, Harry a watchful presence while Tommy made it his mission to be more than the guy in the dark corner getting a risky blowie fifteen minutes before last call. To be out - not loud, that wasn't Tommy's style - but to at least be himself.

He'd lasted two months in a real, actual relationship before he'd shown up at Harry's door with a six pack and a box of condoms.

"He looks at me and sees this - cool suave guy -" Harry shifts, nearly interrupts because that guy is exactly what Tommy projects, even if he doesn't mean to. Fucking Scorpios. "- and I was falling for him."

Yeah. Harry can extrapolate from that. Tommy fell ass over tea kettle and then got spooked.

"He's just so fucking open with himself. No brainworm goes untouched, and he can't hide his emotions for shit, and he's so goddamn stubborn and so goddamn ready to bulldoze through every hurdle ahead without looking back at the damage, and..." Tommy trails off. One hand shifts down to hitch the duvet up over his hips, and Harry adds the duvet cover to his list of laundry. "I gave him too many chances to slow down on his own."

"What, did the kid ask you to marry him or something?"

"He's the Himbo," Tommy retorts, and it takes Harry a moment to make the connection. He whistles through his teeth just to watch the scowl fall into place on Tommy's face. "And the connection freaked him out so much he asked me to move in. To his bachelor pad loft." Harry waits. "It has two balconies, Harry. Two."

"...he knows you have a mortgage, right?"

Tommy shoves at his shoulder. "It doesn't matter. We're just - the timing wasn't right."

"Did you want it to be?"

That's always the thing he ends up hung up on, in Harry's experience. Tommy's scared out of his mind to be the right person at the wrong time. Always has been. There's probably some mommy or daddy issues hidden in there somewhere he hasn't explored. Tommy's eyes drift up to the water stain. "Don't these apartments all have the same layout?"

This is the shove-off. This is his hint not to push. "Yes, and I really don't want to ask how the upstairs neighbor flooded their bedroom. Back to the guy." He's never been one for acknowledging unspoken cues.

"Buck," Tommy says, and the name sounds harsh in his mouth.

"Buck," Harry repeats, and pictures Tommy's usual type - tall, light-eyed, more smiles than common sense. There was always something distinctive, too - freckles, a scar, weird shaped ears.

"I miss him."

It doesn't hurt the way it had those first few years, when Harry was convinced that eventually Tommy would see him as more than a friend to blow off steam with. Still. There's a twinge there, beneath his rib cage.

"So stop missing him. That's an option, isn't it?"

And Tommy does that thing - that frustrating, enchanting thing, where his whole body seems to hold the emotion flickering across his face. "I walked out on him. I dug the damn knife in just to make sure he wouldn't try to convince me to stay."

"Would you have? Stayed?"

Tommy's quiet. The sweat has cooled on his skin, and the lights coming in through his window dance across the skin of his shoulder, his chest, that stupid thick neck of his.

The phone he left on the bedside table is dark, but that doesn't stop Tommy's gaze flicking to it.

"Cards on the table, Tommy?" Harry sucks in a breath. Blows it out through his nose. "Once upon a time, I convinced myself you were it for me. That I'd be satisfied with what you gave me, and I wouldn't ask for more. I cut you out of my life for eight months when I realized how fucking dumb that was."

Tommy frowns. Harry hadn't really ever expected him to notice.

"I've seen you through shitty relationships, and one sided ones. I've heard all the bullshit you and Greg put each other through. I've been there for every fucking heartache."

And he'd offered up his body like it was absolution for always being fucking thrilled when a relationship ended.

"You called me Evan," Harry murmurs, and Tommy's eyes go wide. That's never fucking happened before. This thing wouldn't have lasted nearly as long if he'd ever heard another man's name in his bed before. "You should shower. Go home. Take a day or two, if you need it. But I know for a fact you wait this shit out, justify coming to me with time and space from whatever guy has you strung out. I know it's been a minute already, and I know you've never sounded so unsure about cutting someone loose."

Tommy's gaze flicks to him.

"Whatever it is that's got you so scared of this guy, figure it the fuck out. Because it sounds to me like you fell fast and hard and hit a fucking wall before you ever thought to tap the brakes. That's not fair to you or him. Call him. Text him. Show up at his door with a bouquet or an industrial size bottle of lube and figure your shit out. Together."

Tommy stares at him for a long, long time in silence.

"Them's the brakes, huh?"

Harry hates that he knows exactly what Tommy means. Still, he clarifies. "This is your forever guy." Six years of watching him flail and learn and grow and hurt and love and fuck. He knows a thing or two about Tommy and his flights of romance. Knows this lonely man has never sounded quite so lonely before. "You don't need me, anymore."

He's quiet as his eyes drift back up to the stain. "I'm not his forever guy." Harry can't actually refute that, considering he's never met the guy. But he knows Tommy. Knows exactly how captivating he can be. Knows Tommy's a sucker for that starry-eyed look that so often has meant not love, as Tommy reads it, but idolization. "What if I'm not his forever guy?"

Harry digs toes into the spot in the duvet where Tommy's knees should be. He shifts Tommy about half a millimeter. "He has a nickname you don't call him except when you're punishing yourself. He dated Abby and that shared history didn't scare him off. You'd never let yourself fall for a guy that wasn't throwing clear signs that it was serious. I'd put my odds on him doing something weird and wholesome every time he thinks about you until his entire two balcony loft is filled with trinkets or treats and he still can't get you off his mind."

Harry's never seen Tommy's face do that before. Not in the throes of a honeymoon phase and not in the worst of a bad breakup. It's some awful mixture between unbridled hope and abject despair.

Harry thinks it's probably fair to hate him a little, for that face. He's earned the right.

"If he kicks you to the curb, I'll take you to one of those expensive wine tastings you pretend to hate, and I'll let you drink all my samples too." It's not an idle promise. Tommy may pretend to hate it but Harry fucking loves wine tastings. "If he doesn't..." Harry shoots him a fond look, "...knowing your type I'm not invited to the wedding anyway, so I guess then I'd been seeing you around."

Something shadows his gaze for a moment, but he's quick to hide it, to smack Harry on the chest like they've just had a good game, to shift out of bed and into his briefs before Harry can blink. He doesn't love Tommy. Not the way he'd have liked to, years and years ago. Still, when Tommy shoots him the dorkiest finger guns known to man and scoops up the rest of his clothes to take to the bathroom with him, Harry still wonders what it's like to have him enough to love him fully.

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The name catches him off guard every time he hears it. 'Evan' isn't hard to filter - Evan had been a popular enough name to immediately write it off but Buck wasn't white noise of a name

Buck was a character in a movie, an old grizzled war vet, a dog. The name Buck wasn't popular enough not to hear it every time it was so much as whispered in his direction.

The coffee shop isn't crowded, but it's not dead either. When the girl at the counter calls out an order for Buck, sliding three cups down the counter, Harry can't help but look up.

A tall broad shouldered hulk of a man smiles a dimpled smile at the barista, and Harry watches him palm two cups and grab the third one in one practiced move. He's cute, Harry thinks. Maybe his grandpa ordered, Harry thinks, a little harder, and then caves, following his path through the three-tops littering the lobby.

Harry catches sight of him without being noticed. He's grinning, one of those rare earnest ones that make his ears rise and his face crinkle like a Shar Pei, hand spread out over something lying open on the table. The little girl on the seat to his right is a surprise, but Harry hasn't spoken to Tommy in two years. Maybe he's had enough time to get his mind around the idea that he's nothing like his father. The girl responds to something Tommy says by palming at as much of his face as she can reach and turning to the man now approaching their table.

"Uncle Buck!" he catches, another firm tug at the part of his brain that's been stuck on this for too long. The man barely gets all three drinks on the table before the girl is launching herself up into his arms, and it's too late for Harry to turn away without notice. Tommy's gaze shifts across the room and lands right on him.

He looks like he might wave Harry over, and Harry would rather die than know whether Tommy would introduce him as an old friend, or by name like Buck should know it. He tips a smile Tommy's way. Raises a brow at the man - Buck - and gets lips being sucked behind teeth in response, and then a slow, subtle head tilt.

Good. Good for him. Harry's never wanted anything for Tommy but to see him incandescently happy.

Witnessing it from a distance is better.

Buck twirls his - niece? - flops her back down on the bench seat next to Tommy and bends to say something that includes a pinky promise. He's got a wine-dark stain just above his brow, and Harry can't quite hide the tip of his smile.

Harry's name rings in his ears as he picks up his drink, and he's halfway to the door, feeling proud of himself for not turning back, when he hears the chorus of three laughs erupting from the corner where he'd taken his last good look.

He'd seen the ring on insta, a week and a half ago. Just an uncaptioned picture of two bands balanced one over the other on a rock, a killer sunset sky blurry behind them. No tags. 102 likes and counting.

Harry pushes through the doors and only glances through the window to watch Tommy tip his head back in laughter for a second, before he's cleared the coffee shop and rounded the corner back to his office.

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dark-and-kawaii · 2 months ago

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Your Breeding

Summary: You’re their pretty little whore, their perfect cum dumpster. But to Kieran, both you and Rolan are the perfect toys to break~

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Pairing: Rolan x F!Tav/Read x Kieran

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Content: NSFW - Petnames - Breeding - Multiple Creampies - Bred Till Your Nice & Full - Stuffed - Tail Fucking - Cum Licking - FMM - Begging - Making Rolan A Sobbing Mess

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Notes: A gift for @reverieblondie who can’t get enough of these two tieflings xoxo

You felt how his cock pulsed- your gummy walls hot as strings of cum shot deep into you, no doubt seeping into your very fertile womb. Rolan rutted, his thick cock throbbing- gushing, as all of his seed seeped into your welcoming hole, not pulling out, not caring about protection at all. And all you could do was wrap your sweat drenched legs around him as your very own orgasm wracked your body, your cunt milking the tiefling for every drop he has to offer.

You were a quivering, panting, and drooling mess when he finally decided to pull out of you. A trail of white left in his wake, his cum clinging to your reddened abused pussy lips.

“I- hells… please I- I can’t take much more…” You groaned, your legs dropping from his warm body, too exhausted to hold them up any longer. Lying on your back like the good whore you were for them, you tried to catch your breath. Your pussy still tingling from the abuse it just received- still clamping down around nothing, begging to be filled and punished once more…

As you moved your arm up to cover your face, you felt like you were burning despite all the sweat that clung to your skin, and your cunt felt as though it was filled with liquid fire…

“Looks like our pretty little bunny hasn’t had her fill yet.” Kieran said.

“I… Kieran…” You shivered as Rolan’s cum slipped from your fucked out hole and drooled down your ass, “m’need a break, i- i feel so full-“

Kieran only chuckled and ran a hand up your sweaty thigh, dipping a finger into your cum filled hole, “I think you can handle one more, little bunny. Right Rolan? Think our girl needs another good pounding to keep her nice and warm for the rest of the night?” His digit came out coated in Rolan’s sticky white cum, and without ever breaking eye contact with you, he brought it up to his lips, making a show of licking it clean.

Rolan’s face flushed as he watched Kieran lick his creamy seed off his fingers- his cock twitching in excitement, not even beginning to soften after his last release. His eyes roamed over your exhausted form, his gaze landing on your puffy cunt, glistening in his seed and your own juices, “Do… Do you want us to stop, my dear?”

You bit your lip as the cutest little pink blush spreads across your cheeks and chest, a stark contrast to the dark marks and bruises that littered your skin. Your thighs twitched as you spread your legs further apart, and you reached a hand up to Kieran.

Kieran took the hand that was offered to him and intertwined your fingers together, kissing your knuckles while his tail wrapped around Rolan’s cock. He looked at the wizard and smirked, watching him groan and bite his own lip, his cock already leaking with precum and throbbing, ready to go again.

Your eyes locked onto the tiefling who held your hand, “I… I don’t want to stop…” You turned your head, and looked to Rolan, “Pl-please keep using me” With your free hand, you reached down, spreading your puffy folds, giving the two tieflings a nice view of your cum filled pussy. You needed them- needed Kieran, needed Rolan- wanted them to use you. To fuck you, fill you, breed you, for Kieran to treat you like the dirty little cum slut you were- For Rolan to hold you after and whisper loving words in your ear…

Rolan swallowed hard and looked back at Kieran, a question in his eyes.

“Awh, does the good little wizard need permission to keep fucking our cum bucket? How precious are you-“

Rolan sneered slightly, “don’t call her tha-“

Kieran’s tail squeezed around the base of Rolan's cock and tugged, forcing him closer to the two of you. He chuckled as Rolan whimpered and bucked his hips, trying desperately to get some friction…

Grabbing Rolan by the horns, Kieran dragged him so that their lips were mere centimeters apart. Kieran was so close, Rolan could feel his hot breath ghost over his mouth as his cock throbbed- those fiery eyes peering into Rolan’s yellow ones, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give that pretty little cock of yours the attention it deserves while I fuck a child into our little bunny.”

Tossing Rolan’s head to the side, he stood, looming over you like a dark god, as if he were ready to worship his most faithful follower, ready to take the sacrament, and give his offering.

Dragging you towards him, Kieran spread your legs further with his knees, his tail still wrapped around Rolan's cock. He grabbed your hands, and pinned them above your head with his, intertwining your fingers together, leaving you open and vulnerable to his every desire… He was going to have you scream his name, have you beg for him to fill you so full that you forget about Rolan.

He was a force of nature, a wildfire in a dry forest.

And he was about to ravage you.

Pulling Rolan in closer to get a good view, the tip on his tail flicked across the other tiefling's swollen head, smearing precum across it, making Rolan grip the sheets, moaning.

Kieran’s fat cock was so close now to your willing cunt- his precun trailing from his own swollen head to the entrance of your gaping hole- brushing his cock up and down your gooey slit before pushing in painfully slow… Letting you feel every ridge and bump as he stretched you even further, making room for him to pound you senseless. Your slick and Rolan's cum made it easy for his cock to slide inside- the excess dripping down your ass.

He was so much bigger than Rolan though- longer, thicker, and much more ridged, but Kieran took it slow, letting you feel each and every vein as it scraped along your overstimulated walls, each ridge catching on your tight entrance. The tip of his tail still teasing the other tiefling's weeping cock, the wizard's eyes focused solely on Kieran's thick member penetrating your pussy, watching as it was stretched and molded into the shape of the bastard’s cock.

With a gasp you gripped either side of Kieran’s chest, your body forgetting how tired it was. He was so hot- like a brand- branding your insides, filling you, stretching you, “K-Kieran~!”

And with a triumphant smirk, the cocky bastard thrust himself completely inside, bottoming out in one smooth motion. As Kieran thrust himself into you, the sea of cum inside you squelched and gushed out of your cunt around his cock that reached further than Rolan’s.

There was no room for Rolan’s cum… Continuing to bottom out inside you, Rolan’s load flooded over your pussy lips like an overfilled cup. Kieran began pumping the remains of his competition out of your saturated pussy in broad, filling strokes… He was taking you for himself, “Say what I wanna hear you say, be a good girl for me~”

The room filled with the filthy sound of his balls slapping against your ass- the squelching of his cock being buried in your sloppy hole, the sound of the mattress creaking and the bed slamming against the wall.

“Ngh!~ Kieran-“

Kieran slammed your hips down on his cock, hitting your cervix, forcing more of Rolan’s cum out of you, and making you wail. The wizard's cock pulsed and twitched as he watched, biting his lip and squeezing the sheets- the sight of you getting fucked like this turning him on even more… he hated it, but hells… his cock loved it.

Kieran smirked- his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red as he slammed into you again, “You know what I like, doll~ don’t play dumb, now~ let me hear you sing- beg for my cum- beg for my kids, whore~”

Your eyes rolled back as the ridges of his cock dragged along your walls, his thrusts hitting something so deep inside you, “N’f-fuck me with y-your filthy fiendish cock- r-ruin me~”

His head tilts back, those sharp canines on display as he moans. You're doing such a good job, “And~ what else does our cute bunny want~?”

Your eyes meet his, his stare hungry, his grin wicked… Peering over his shoulder, your eyes meet with Rolan, his yellow eyes blown wide and glazed over… He looks so helpless- so turned on by the sight of his lover getting railed by someone else, “M’sorry Rolan… I- I-“

You felt warm fingers graze over your cheek, titling your face back to Kieran, “I wanna hear what my favorite girl wants~”

“F-fuck a hellspawn into m-my womb- make hah~ make me a mother-“

Kieran laughed, it was dark, and filled with a sick satisfaction- slamming into you again, forcing another glob of cum out, his hellish eyes finding Rolan's- “How could I possibly say no when she begs so nicely?”

A sharp intake of breath caught your attention.

Rolan collapsed next to you, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles a pale red. Sweat beaded along his brow, and his face was flushed as he panted. His chest heaving, his eyes trained on the point where Kieran and you were joined- watching as the other tiefling thrust in and out of you, watching as his seed gushes out around Kieran’s cock...

He bit his lip and moaned at the touch of Kieran's tail. The appendage stroking his length with long, quick, strokes- coiling and uncoiling around his swollen cock- a string of precum hanging from the tip.

“Enjoying the show, Rolan?” Kieran asked, his clawed hand petting Rolan’s cheek like some good pup.

Rolan didn’t say a thing, instead his tail wrapped around Kieran's, squeezing tightly, as if he was holding onto the other tiefling's arm- his hips thrusting up, meeting Kieran's tail with each pump.

Kieran hummed, his gaze still focused on the other man, watching as he came undone by the sight of his lover and him, a smug smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, his tail stroking the wizard's cock faster- twisting around it tighter and tighter till it darkened in color, until the head of Rolan’s cock looked like it would burst~

As much as he loved the sight of Rolan losing his mind, he brought his attention back to you. His favorite plaything, his beautiful doll.

He held you down with his weight, his toned muscles working along your slick chest as he fucked you faster and harder. Every thrust pushing you further into the bed, inch by inch, until your body was pinned to the cum soaked mattress.

His thrusts became uneven, his breathing ragged, and his face twisted with a snarl, his teeth bared and his horns scraping along your collarbone as he bit down- biting down hard as he buried himself into you. Spilling himself- drowning your white stained walls with his thick, sticky cum…

Rolan's eyes went wide, his tail squeezing tightly around Kieran's…Watching as his seed shoot deep inside, watching as it mixed with his cum already there- filling your pussy, your womb… “magresham,” he groaned- his hips thrusting up one more time into Kieran’s makeshift cock sleeve… Ropes of his hot spunk splattered his stomach and sheets, coating Kieran's tail. His body going limp- the tail that held Kieran's falling away, but Kieran’s refused to let go of him, refusing to stop pumping him until Rolan was a sobbing, writhing, mess.

You screamed, the pressure becoming too much for you. Cum dribbled out of you- squirting out around his cock, the sheets now ruined beyond saving, and your body convulsed with pleasure as you came- milking the tiefling's cock with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Feeling how the bastard’s cum pools against your pulsing cervix… Welcoming his seed just as it did for Rolan’s…

Kieran's tongue slid over the teeth marks on your collar bone- tasting the iron and salt of your blood. He groaned at the taste, licking his lips and grinding his hips against yours, his tail still stroking Rolan’s softening cock.

You moaned softly, your cunt sensitive to every ridge and bump. Your vision slowly cleared, and your gaze fell on the tiefling who was enjoying the sweet taste of your wound, tiredly, they fell to the other who was a panting and sobbing mess, your ears filled with the sounds of the wet, squelching noises of a tail on a spent cock.

Kieran sighed as he finally pulled his tail from Rolan's cock, “you two are too easy~”

A soft mewl escaped your lips as Kieran slipped his now softened member out of your overstuffed pussy. A river of cum and seed flooding out of you and dripped onto the ruined sheets- the sticky mess seeping into the already stained mattress.

Rolan, though exhausted, brushed some hair from your face, his expression filled with worry, “Are- are you okay?”

You smiled softly, the look on his face making your heart flutter, “mhmm~”

He sighed, and rested his head next to yours, his eyes closing.

Kieran stood and stretched, the sound of his joints cracking loud enough to wake the dead, or in this case, the exhausted wizard and the thoroughly fucked bunny.

With a small frown, you reached a hand out to him, not wanting him to leave, even though he had already taken what he wanted.

Kieran arched his brow and smirked, “Don't tell me you still have more in ya?”

Your cheeks flushed a deep pink, and you shook your head, your hand reaching for his still, “pl-please don't go… Stay with me~”

With a chuckle, he took your hand and leaned down, capturing your lips with his. It was sweet, gentle- the kiss was different from any kiss he had ever given you. The tiefling pulled away, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, a rare genuine smile on his face... “Is that what my girl wants?”

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