Tag: rhack

“Really? Bandit Blood? Thresher’s Delight? Skag Piss?”

“Those are just names, sugar. Well, maybe not Skag Piss. That’s for the real adventurous out there.”

Rhys made a face.

“You better be joking…I don’t want to think about how many people are walking around here with pee-breath.”

“Well, everyone here’s only here on my permission, so if anyone breaths the wrong way in your direction, tell me and I’ll have ‘em shot.”

“No thank you,” Rhys replied flatly, scanning the rest of the menu, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to figure out which of the bizarre flavors he might actually like.

“How about Cryo Crunch?”

“Unless you wanna freeze yourself from the inside out, no. Not something I’d recommend while you’re growing a person.”

“…I’m guessing Firemelon Spice Sherbet has a similar problem.”

“For you, kitten, that’d be heartburn city.”

“Pandoran Passion sounds pretty safe…”

“Pfft. People down here don’t know the meaning of safe or passionate but…I guess it’s not too bad. Just a blend of a couple fruits from the Highlands.”

“I’m not sure if I trust anything grown on this planet…might just go with Aquatorian Sea Salt Vanilla.”

“Vanilla? Well, if you’re sure,” Jack snickered, earning an annoyed huff from Rhys and a jab towards the cash register. The omega crossed his arms over his stomach as he watched Jack order, ensuring he didn’t try to slip a fast one and get Rhys to try one of those nasty flavors.

Thankfully when the cheery employee handed him the overladen waffle cone, it looked normal. A quick lick confirmed it was indeed vanilla—but no run of the mill ice cream. Rhys’ eyes lit up with pleasure as he smacked his lips, before taking a large bite out of the top of his treat, enjoying the creamy sweetness with a hint of fine salt. He nearly forgot himself and let out a moan, his craving finally satisfied.

Rhys turned back towards Jack, only to find his alpha with a double-scooped cone of his own in hand.

“You got something?”

“Yep. Eden 5 Forbidden Fudge. Wanna try?”

“As long as it’s not secretly bullymong crap or something…” Rhys mumbled, leaning forward with a testing lick. After confirming yes, that was chocolate and not anything else, he went back for seconds.

the self-indulgent Opportunity mpreg fic featuring ice cream discourse

just something small to scratch that itch

Jack liked this kid a lot.

He’d really just wanted someone presentable enough to fuck into while he “field-tested” some of these new Engorge! pills, but this guy—Rhys? He’d managed to stutter his name out as Jack started yanking his pants off—was all that and then some. Long legs, peach-pale skin, tattoos sprawling over the left side of his body like he was a piece of decorated porcelain. Pretty and vulnerable and utterly willing to do anything Jack wanted, his body melting like putty in the CEO’s hands as Jack rocked his cock up and down inside of him. The hand not pressed against Rhys’ belly crawled upwards to grab at his chest, pinching and rolling one pretty little nipple between his fingers.

God, he was cute.

“J-Jack, sir, I don’t…” A moan cut him off mid-sentence as Jack bounced him in lap. “I don’t know if I can—“

“Hush, sugar, don’t wanna make daddy mad, do you? Not when we’re having such a great time together,” he purred into the boy’s ear, features twitching as he felt his cock seize for the third time so far, endless, drug-induced endurance emptying out into his sweet new lay. He pressed his wide palm firmer against Rhys’ belly, feeling his own tremendous release filling him outwards. No doubt, this was the cause of Rhys’ discomfort, but with arousal still raging through his veins Jack wouldn’t even entertain letting the intern go.

He bit Rhys’ neck, leaving a large ring of bright red to match the curious circular tattoo he had there. He could feel Rhys’ whimpering beneath his teeth as he continued to fuck inside of him, soon standing up from his chair and pushing the kid flat onto the desk in front of him.

Rhys’ legs could barely support his own weight as he sagged between Jack and the desk, supported only by the hand grabbing his hip and the palm still cradling his belly. Rhys whined, drool and tears smearing against the lacquered surface as Jack rocked him harder and faster, chasing another orgasm as the drug inflamed his libido to unthinkable heights.

Rhys’ spine curled as a weak keen trickled from his mouth. Jack must have hammered the kid’s prostate again as he felt him clench around him, muscles far more tired than they’d been when Jack had shoved inside of him a couple orgasms back. Rhys’ spent body trembles, ever fiber of muscle overexerted even as his cock valiantly twitched with a drizzle of cum—a drop in a bucket compared to the gush of fluid that squeezed from Jack’s next thrust.

His heart leapt with lewd pride as he felt Rhys’ stomach bow out even further into his hand, rounding out from the force of Jack’s enhanced climax. He could feel the speed of the boy’s breaths in his abdomen, blood fluttering through his body like a hummingbird as it struggled to keep pace with the drugged-out fervor that forced Jack to ceaselessly pound it dry.

By the sixth or seventh orgasm Jack found himself wavering in and out of consciousness, and by the time he felt his arousal finally start to ebb Rhys was a complete mess, gasping and whining and utterly limp against the desk as Jack hilted himself one last time. When he finally, finally stopped thrusting Rhys let out a weak mewl of relief. Jack pulled out, finally moving his hand from the tracks of bright red he’d dug into Rhys’ hips to admire the way his cum dribbled down the boy’s thighs like melted wax.

Jack easily lifted the intern back into his lap when he settled back into his chair, shifting Rhys’ dead weight until his head tilted back against Jack’s shoulder. The CEO tsked at the boy’s bitten lips and swollen cheeks, lifting a finger to brush the tears away from the delicate skin under his eyes.

“Shhh. Don’t cry, sugar. You made daddy feel so good.” He squeezed his other arm around Rhys’ waist, before leaning in and kissing him on the nose. The boy furrowed his brows, lips parting like he was about to say something, but all that came out was a pathetic whine.

Not to worry. If Jack had his way with whoever headed up Rhys’ internship program, then he was gonna be seeing a whole lot more of the kid from now on.

Super bratty Rhys trying to rile Jack up so he can get some? (I’ve been listening to Shut Me Up from MSI too much today.)

just something little! i hope it’s okay!

As far as Jack was concerned, Rhys had been around him enough to understand that he had certain rules.

No bad news or work-related conversations before he had at least a half pot of coffee in him. No shoes in the bed, unless they were pre-approved sexy time shoes that didn’t take a step out of the penthouse. And for god’s sake, Rhys, if you finish the carton of ice cream then throw it away so daddy actually knows when to buy more!

But chief among these, that anyone, even those who weren’t actively sleeping with Handsome Jack should know, was that one should never flirt with anyone else without explicit permission.

Especially not some random manager from Manufacturing who smelled not even half the alpha Jack was and looked like if someone had taken what was once a decently attractive face and shaved off all the edges.

Like. Sure, the guy had caught a computing error that’d saved Jack more than a couple million dollars. But he’d figured a fat bonus and a handshake from the king of Hyperion himself would have been more than enough to show how much Jack appreciated employees with enough brains to keep his stock sky-high.

Rhys didn’t have to go ahead and plant a frikkin kiss on this guy’s cheek.

Jack was up and out of his chair before the other alpha even had a chance to stammer out a response, but whether it was an apology or not didn’t matter by the time the CEO stalked all the way over. Fortunately for his sake, Rhys had already put himself between the two men, his devious little smirk taking a moment to sink in as Jack faltered, his shout dying over the omega’s shoulder.

“…You little brat…” Jack growled as his attention redirected completely onto Rhys, who squirmed pleasantly under his knowing glance. The other alpha took this reprieve to squeak out a sorry before stumbling off towards the door, tripping and losing one shoe before vanishing out of Jack’s office. But all thoughts of vengeance had vanished from the alpha’s mind, replaced only with the thought of ramming his naughty omega raw as he grabbed Rhys’ tight around the waist.

“Not very good at following daddy’s rules, are we?” Jack growled as his fingers squeezed into Rhys’ sides, making the omega snicker and shiver.

“Come on. You know it’s more fun when I don’t.” Rhys slid one leg around to hook behind Jack’s calf. He recognized the drag of the heel against his jeans from nights when Rhys dressed all in that blue lingerie Jack thought complimented him best. The alpha tsk-ed, waving one finger in front of Rhys’ lips, which the omega quickly started to suck.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jack hummed, his lust now grasping up into his throat, “I love it when you’re bad.”

Once his headlights illuminated the imposing gate of his estate’s front entrance, Jack barely managed to keep his fingers steady enough to punch the proper code into the keypad. When Wilhelm’s gruff voice answered over the loudspeaker he took only seconds to spit out “get Nina, emergency” before he floored it through the slowly opening gates and just barely avoiding scraping the paint off the sides of his car. His tires screeched when he finally came to a halt in front of his mansion, not bothering to pull into the garage as he jammed it into park and raced back around to the other side of the car.

The omega looked grey and felt clammy when Jack cradled him back in his arms, but he groaned at the change in position and fluttered his eyelids up at Jack. Blood smeared his lips from where he’d helplessly tried to wet them. His fingers twitched, curling into his own shirt.

The broad, dark-wood doors of Jack’s mansion banged open, the warm light from inside partially blocked by Wilhelm’s bulk.

“Boss? The hell’s going on?” His voice resounded, hoarse at the lateness of the hour but servile as he met Jack halfway, brows raised as he took in the critically injured omega cradled in the other man’s arms. A snarl rebuked Wilhelm’s attempt to take the omega from Jack, a grunt of understanding passing from between his lips as Jack rushed inside of the mansion with his guard trailing behind him.

more of this

The arm looked bad. The whole of the omega looked bad, but the arm had suffered the worst of whatever’d happened to him. Jack couldn’t  make out much aside from blood and bone, like someone had taken a hammer to the kid’s forearm and just kept whacking.

The mindless anger ignited by the first sight of the downed omega just kept building until Jack’s fingers trembled with rage and adrenaline. His alpha brain tore viciously between two base needs, for a moment leaving him paralyzed as he suddenly needed to track down whoever had done thing and rip their knot clean off their body. Thankfully, the weight of the injured omega in his arms helped to ground him, and after a few seconds of uselessly gnashing his teeth and indulging violent fantasies he worked his arms further beneath the injured man, gentling him against his chest in a protective hold.

The omega whimpered at the shift, his voice stretched and broken as his body. Jack stayed still, half cradling him in his arms as he let the omega rest his head against his shoulder.

“Shhh. Kitten. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” There was a patch of hair atop the omega’s head not crusted with blood and gravel. Jack pressed a careful kiss there, hoping it might help him relax as he murmured into his scalp.

“Don’t worry….gonna get you help.”

Calling an ambulance never crossed Jack’s mind. His estate lay far out in the countryside, surrounding on all ends by miles of grounds even he hadn’t fully explored. Barely anyone apart from himself and his staff drove these roads, and even the most experienced driver would probably get lost all the way out here. At the very least, it would take way too long for any emergency personnel to get here. Jack had an on-property doctor. It was just logical.

The less logical part of his brain was loathe to hand off this omega to anyone else, even if they were trying to to save his life.

i am hopefully, going to at least write one fic for this AU. 

rhys wears all the garters, you know it

“…Why are you so frikkin’ complicated?”

Rhys sat in Jack’s lap with his arms around his neck, content to let the older man shove his pants down his ass up until the point where Jack took note of the garters trailing down into where his waistband pooled around his thighs. Rhys grunted and stole a look downwards, before fixing Jack with an annoyed pout as the man stopped taking down his pants just to make fun of him. Couldn’t he just leave the jokes until after they wrestled out their sexual tension?

“Complicated? Pfft. Says the guy with four layers of clothes…” He pinched a bit of the shiny skin at Jack’s chin. “And two faces…”

That earned Rhys a pinch of his own on the ass, though he merely shivered instead of yelping like Jack probably wanted.

“At least I don’t have straps holding my outfit together…” The CEO slipped one finger underneath the garter clipped to the hem of Rhys’ dress shirt, pulling it slightly off the skin. “Seriously. What’s this about?”

“It holds my shirt nice and flat…after I iron it in the morning…” Rhys moaned as Jack slid both hands underneath the twin garters, letting the tight straps hold his palms cupped around his Rhys’ ass. Jack kissed beneath his chin as he started to knead and massage the plump flesh, leaving red pressure marks that quickly sprung back to pink.

“Thinking…maybe you don’t find these as dumb as you say,” Rhys managed as teeth scraped against his throat, knowing well Jack’s interest in keeping him marked. “Maybe you like things….complicated…”

Rhys shivered and clenched down as Jack’s fingers drifted farther, one driving down between his cheeks. His robotic fist grasped against the back of Jack’s collar, panting as his boss probed the outside of his hole. Jack hadn’t gone in dry yet in their trysts together, but he put little past the CEO’s whims.

“Complicated? That’s cute, kitten. I yank you into my lap for a minute and you’re already hard and writhing and begging for dick. You can wear all the fancy crap you want, you’re still the furthest thing from complicated.”

Rhys bit his lip at the insult, about to lay into Jack that he might be horny but that didn’t mean he was stupid, but Jack took that exact moment to rise up from his chair and nearly give Rhys a heart attack before his hands caught around the assistant arching back. Rhys whined and grabbed Jack’s collar tighter as his world suddenly shifted, then up-ended as Jack pushed him down against his desk.  

“High maintenance, maybe…until I go ahead and put you in your place,” Jack crooned, smile curled and cruel with pleasure, the look making Rhys squirm. “You put all this effort in to look perfect…you’re just waiting for me to tear it all off and wreck you.”

Jack rolled Rhys’ pants down to his knees, fully exposing where the band around his thighs dented his blushing flesh.  He flicked the golden buckle, admiring the way the engraved H scintillated in the bright office lights. The black straps framed his groin perfectly, accenting the baby-smooth hairs and tender pink of his cock as it trembled to attention. Rhys blinked, vision woozy with lust.

“Jack…?”

“Changed my mind. You’re keeping your shirt on for this one,” Jack grinned from where he loomed up above him, hands grabbing Rhys’ thighs and shoving his legs so far up he swore his knees might touch the desk’s surface. He felt his hamstrings pull and lungs squeeze as Jack bore heavily down on him, biting his jaw as his still-clothed cock rubbed up against the assistant’s naked ass.

Rhys hated to prove Jack right, but in that moment all he cared to think about was how badly he needed his boss to ruin him.

He just hoped Jack would pull his pants down no further than the knees, lest he discover the garters Rhys used to hold his socks up.

Omegaverse request! (rhack/rhackothy) Rhys noticing all the little extra touches to his person after bonding (or preggers or whatev) like herding him by the small of the back, being extra protective/possessive, and his mate(s) don’t even notice they’re doing it. (:

some fluff, i don’t know how well i filled this prompt tho orz 

Jack had always been handsy.

From the moment they’d started “officially” dated and honestly, even a bit beforehand, he kept close to Rhys. His hands would find Rhys’ hand, or his waist, or his hips and stay there until the omega frowned and shrugged him off or Jack grew bored and wandered off.

Though Rhys acted a tad standoffish thanks to Jack’s persistent touching, a bigger part of him enjoyed the attention. Jack’s hands were big and warm and slightly calloused and felt good against him, especially when Jack decided to hike up his shirt or press his palms against Rhys’ bare legs whenever they’d laid in bed together.

But that had been before he’d gotten pregnant.

Rhys never figured Jack could get more touchy, but with his protective alpha instincts firing on all cylinders, his hands were inescapable.

“Jack,” he hissed, after the alpha rushed to help him out of his chair for what had to be the fifth time this morning. “Please. Enough.”

Jack had no right to adopt that kicked puppy look when Rhys was barely pregnant. Seriously. They’d only known for a few weeks now—Rhys hadn’t even grown out of his old clothes yet. Stretchy waistbands and T-shirts were serving him just fine.

“But…but pumpkin, come on,” Jack whined, hands still fluttering as he trailed after Rhys into the kitchen, where the omega pawed through the contents of the fridge, looking for something to ease his hunger.

“Come on what? I can stand and walk on my own,” Rhys grumbled as he grabbed a half-full tub of guacamole and a bag of sweet potato chips from the pantry. He felt proud that he wasn’t yet craving anything really out there that Jack would make fun of him for.

“Y-Yeah, but…” Jack puffed air through his nose, hands on his hips. He looked so much like a child that’d been denied a treat that Rhys almost laughed. Instead, he shoved a loaded chip into his mouth and crunched pointedly.

“I get it,” he spoke around the food, resting his back against the closed pantry, “you wanna show off like the big strong alpha you are, but you don’t wanna wear out your welcome when I’m barely pregnant.

He patted his belly and shoved two more chips into his mouth, holding it in his cheek like a chipmunk.

“Save it for when I’m big as Elpis and too sore to move, ‘kay?”

“Rhysie, come on, you can’t expect me to keep my hands off of you for that long.” Jack braced his arm up besides the omega’s head. “Please? Just a bit. And I promise, I won’t try to help you up again unless you ask me.”

Either Jack’s earnest pleading or the proximity of his scent finally changed Rhys’ mind, and once he set down his food he finally accepted his alpha’s touch, sliding his arms over Jack’s shoulders as hands settled against his hips with a firm squeeze.

“That’s more like it…” Jack murmured as he tilted his chin down, capturing Rhys’ still-salty lips in a tender kiss.