Guessing game, Breed ;)

just for you, hun, the fic i probably wont ever post lol

His heart hammered in his chest as he popped one of the little pink pills in his mouth, swallowing it. He paused for a moment, waiting. He didn’t feel immediately ill, or go blind, or anything like that. Rhys checked himself in the living room mirror, sticking out his tongue, examining his eyes, but there didn’t seem to be anything abnormal. But as the clock ticked on, Rhys became increasingly aggravated with how it seemed like nothing was happening.

In his frustration, the omega poured a palmful of pills into his hand and shoved them into his mouth. And this time, there was an instantaneous change when the pills hit his stomach. He became aware of a sudden ball of warm deep inside of him, bubbling within his core. Rhys raised his eyebrows, his heart beating a little bit faster as he placed his hands on his stomach. He felt a fluttery, aroused feeling inside of him, like what happened when Jack fucked him deep and hard, with intent to breed.

POV

The Jack advice columns in Hyperion Weekly were always Rhys’ favorites, for obvious reasons.

Emulating Jack in every walk of life could only end in success, so naturally he loved hearing–reading, whatever–words straight from his hero’s mouth. Rhys’ had switched toothpastes and bought a different type of hair gel and had started drinking his coffee black based solely on the often rambling, always boisterous opinions Jack gave in these columns.

Rhys was looking forward to this issue’s column in particular, though–the past one had promised that Jack would give advice on topics of a more romantic nature, and Rhys was pumped to see what he could take from his hero to spice up his current relationship. After all, Vasquez was pretty all right in bed, but there was just something missing. He blamed it mostly on alpha sexual tendencies–Rhys had learned, over the years of being sexually active, that alpha’s tended to focus on going directly from point A to point B without dwelling on much aside from their own knot.

Rhys peeled open the crisp, brand-new issue, the smell of fresh ink making his nostrils twitch as he flipped past articles he might end up skimming later and landed directly on the advice column page. He practically pressed his nose into the magazine as he read, feeling heat prickle in his cheeks as he took in Jack’s lurid, almost grotesque way of describing his unique brand of lovemaking. Rhys wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to step on ripe peaches with his bare feet, nor was he really interested in seeing Vasquez wearing a cowboy hat and tattered jean shorts, but once Jack got to the topic of erotic asphyxiation Rhys swore he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

POV

Cyrus was terrified.

He had been scared ever since he’d woken up this morning with Mr. Vasquez knocking on his door and ordering him into the stuffy pants and itchy shirt that Cyrus hated. But he did it because he didn’t want to be yelled at again, and managed to be brave and not cry when they ended up walking towards a familiar office. Cyrus had felt his heart leap in his chest as they entered, wondering if Mr. Handsome had gotten his letter.

But now things were even scarier. Mr. Handsome was angry, really angry with Mr. Vasquez, and his mom looked scared and about to cry, which made Cyrus cry too, especially when Mr. Handsome screamed and jumped over his desk at Mr. Vasquez, who pushed him to the floor. The impact hurt his wrist and his knees and he started crying even harder, the smells of blood and angry alphas making him tremble. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be back home, his real home. Cyrus flinched and cried out a little when he felt somebody grab him, his little claws slashing out in fear until his face was smothered up against a familiar, comforting scent. His eyes widened, little body instantly burrowing into Rhys’ chest as the omega grabbed him close, hiding his face from the violent scene happening before him.

1 and 6 for the Fic-Writer meme?

I already answered them but, I’ll tell you I have a soft spot for a lot of the sweet mpreg/child fics I wrote this year. I really liked developing Cyrus and Jaxen and their relationships with their parents.

Here’s another line of dialogue I like, from Remedy:

“Jack, I…um…” Tim fussed, squirming awkwardly as Jack lifted his mouth from where it had been buried in Rhys’ neck.

“What’s the hold up, pumpkin? You need some help with that?” Jack levered himself up from Rhys, sitting back against his heels.

“No!” Tim protested, glaring at his crotch. “It’s just…it’s too big, Jack.”

“What’s too big?” Tim bit his lip, embarrassed that Jack was going to make him say it.

“The condom, Jack, the condom is too big.”

Without any pretense Jack reached forward and touched his dick, Tim shivering involuntarily as the alpha tugged at the elastic at the end of the condom.

“Huh. Guess it is. Well, we’re not really in a position to pop out and grab some….guess it’ll have to do.”

“But!” Tim protested, Jack’s eyes flicking back up to him. “I’m not…I’m not sure if it’s smart.” Jack pressed a thoughtful finger to his lips, still fiddling with the rubber.

“Mmm. Okay, how about…if you knock him up, then I’ll slit your throat and airlock your corpse. Sound good?” Jack smirked and clapped Tim on the back.

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1. What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?

I really enjoyed writing The Path, I felt like it was a solid concept and idea that I had a clear visual for in my brain and I feel like it came across really well. Aside from that, I loved writing a lot of my Fancy Omegaverse fics too! Also that one waxplay kinktober fill I consider to be one of my most well-executed NSFW ideas, imho.

3. Which of your fics was most different from what you usually write?

I feel like Cupcakes is, just because I’ve had a stuffing kink for years but I never ever ever wrote it because I was embarrassed? And I had never written anything for it before that fic, so it was definitely different.

The Path was more in line of stuff I wrote in the past, but didn’t really write a lot of this year, so maybe that counts too?

6: What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?

I like this moment from Drag Your Teeth:

“You see, collar’s all pressing up against that cute little spot of yours, baby. Hooked right up to your nervous system. Injects a lovely little cocktail, lets see—serotonin, cortisol, oxytocin—whenever you get into that fight or flight instinct.” Jack kissed at his chin, snapping the collar back against Rhys’ throat. “Which seems to happen a lot with you, sweetheart.”

Rhys tipped his head back, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. “I like it. I’m not sure how useful it’d be in a firefight, though. Getting all wet and stupid every time I shoot anyone.” Rhys shivered as Jack’s broad hand ran over his thighs, fingers coming to cup the soaking leather around the omega’s crotch.

“Mmm. Good thing I’d be there to protect you if anything like that ever happened. Kill some bandits so you can jerk it off in peace.” Jack’s kisses were languid as they wended down Rhys’ throat, teeth biting into the cord of the omega’s collar.

Rhys moaned as it was tugged, material pressing tighter against his bonding site. “Ah….how sweet of you…”