Have you ever noticed that Rhys’ stupid clip on tie never comes loose and is always neatly tucked into his pants? Here’s your answer you never did need.
*edit: taken from under read more cuz it was pissing me off
Tags: Trans Rhys, Rape/Non-Con, Gun Play, Object Insertion, Improper Use Of A Firearm
Summary: Rhys knelt on the scalding hot dirt floor below them, Vaughn nowhere in sight and Vasquez towering above him – a gun trained on his face as he craned his neck up to glare at his douche bag of a former co-worker, not saying a word to the older man even with the litany of insults that sat on his tongue.
He was thankful that Vaughn wasn’t there to see what Vasquez was probably going to do to him – he didn’t want to have to deal with the shame of his best friend seeing… whatever his weird punishment turned out to be. Jack wasn’t anywhere in sight either and that worried him terribly. He was sure that his only out would be if Jack decided to actually help him instead of doing what he usually did and mock him from the sidelines. The odds of that happening were incredibly dim, though.
omg I literally got into a comic con registration session on one computer moments before the other said fri/sat badges were sold out
but I got thurs-sunday badges for me and my dad!! I’m so happy and glad to be relieved of this stress hahah, I was really worried because it was down to the wire and I thought the waiting room on one of my computers was not refreshing BUT thats the one that got me in!!
Very happy, I’m so excited I get to go to the 50th anniversary con ❤
Jack thought it was pretty bold of his current hookup to go to a Halloween party pregnant.
He figured most omegas would wanna avoid gatherings full of raucous, drunken alphas and betas while carrying a bun in the oven, but this Rhys had a little more spunk than the usual omegas Jack tried to hook up with. And a cybernetic arm that could probably swing a mean hook if anyone got a little too handsy.
…Well, anyone other than Jack. Rhys seemed pretty okay with letting Jack get all up in his business.
After some light conversation—which quickly progressed to heavy flirting on the behalf of both parties—Jack brought Rhys away from the main floor of the party and into one of the little rooms far enough away from the action that no one would bother them. With the door closed Jack could properly get down to business, his hands groping the omega’s hips as he brought their lips together, groaning as he finally tasted Rhys’ sweet mewling.
Sweet really was apt, too, considering Rhys’ costume. That’d been the first thing to catch Jack’s eye—in a sea of generic vampires, werewolves, and masquerade masks, the waffle cone printed pants and ice cream scoop dress shirt definitely stood out. Helped too that the omega was a beauty and exuded delightful pregnancy hormones from all the way across the dance floor. Jack had flocked to him like a magnet, and now his hands and mouth could properly indulge in this unexpected treat.
“Mmm….turn around, sugar,” Jack asked when he pulled away, even as his hands started to rotate Rhys towards the wall without waiting, “I wanna properly taste you. All over.”
“Y…Yes sir…” Rhys purred as he went willingly with the motion of Jack’s hands, pressing his palm against the wall as he leaned up against it, keeping his hips back to spare room for his belly. Jack’s fingers drifted to Rhys’ waistband, pulling at the stretchy material as he shimmied them down to his knees. Jack grinned at the sight of Rhys’ rear, perfectly plush and rounded and just begging to be plundered.
“God, baby, you smell so damn good,” Jack groaned as he sunk to his knees, leaving him face to face with Rhys’ cheeks, which he quickly parted to get where he really wanted. He could smell and feel the warmth radiating from Rhys’ slick hole, the scent making him salivate. He pulled the omega’s cheeks apart, admiring Rhys’ hole for a brief moment before pressing his mouth up against it.
Jack felt the shudder that wrung through Rhys’ body, filling him with pride and need as he pressed the flat of his tongue up against the omega’s hole, tasting him proper for the first time and god did he taste amazing.
Rhys shifted his hips back, rutting up against Jack’s mouth as if to urge him deeper. Not one to deny such a precious, pregnant omega, Jack began to probe his tongue against Rhys’ slick hole before forcing the tip inside.
Wonderfully, the moan that rung out of Rhys’ was just as delicious as his taste. Jack shivered, already convinced this was going to end up a great night after all.
Jack liked the responsiveness of Rhys’ new ears. They were much better than the felt headband they’d been using beforehand, which sufficed enough at the time but lacked that something special to take their roleplay to the next level.
It connected to Rhys’ port through a slim silver cable, syncing with the cybernetic implants that helped process his emotions and motor function.
They weren’t exactly realistic in their look—made up of sleek chrome forms but lighted on the inside by flickering blue LEDs—but Jack didn’t mind. He liked how they would twitch when Rhys felt curious or lay back against his head when he was offended. And of course whenever Jack touched them they would flick and flutter against his hand, responding in kind as Rhys leaned into his palm with a smile and a satisfied purr.
Every time Jack came home to see Rhys had stripped down to his boxers and plugged the ears in, he felt comforted and relaxed, more than willing to let his little kitten explore his body and do whatever his instincts told him to.
Today Jack pulled off his jacket tossed it onto the arm of the couch before plopping down on a cushion, a tell-tale chime ringing out from the hallway as Rhys bounded out into the living room and made a bee-line right for the CEO sitting on the couch.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore, eyes, sweetheart?” Jack reached out to stroke Rhys’ ears as soon as he got close enough to hop atop the couch. Rhys rubbed his face against Jack’s chest, a happy purr warbling in his throat as Jack pet his head and scratched his artificial ears.
The young man lifted his head after a moment, nuzzling from Jack’s chest all the way up to his jaw. Jack tilted his chin back, giving Rhys access as he opened his mouth and pressed it affectionately up against his skin.
Rhys’ tongue felt a lot better than a real cat’s probably would—nice and soft and wet, lapping all over Jack’s cheeks and lips in sloppy kisses before dipping his head to lick along his neck and collarbone.
Rhys rested his hands atop Jack’s shoulders as he licked all over the man’s face, earning snickers from the older man as he tickled his skin. Soft, happy little mewls trilled in between each lap, Rhys utterly eager to please as he seated himself in Jack’s lap and enjoyed the broad hands rubbing his ears and stroking down his spine.
“This is the kind of welcome I’m talking about…” Jack crooned as he continued to pet his kitten, already thinking where he really wanted Rhys to lick next.
jacktrap is from this fic again and also a good excuse to draw jack but without having to draw an actual face. or it could just be a really aggressive claptrap if you want i guess
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