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todays kinktobers are gonna be late sorry :C between comic con tickets in the morning, then work, and the fact that I have to go to bed by 10 its just not gonna happen….tomorrow ill have more free time

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 ❤

Kinktober Day 12: Costume, Rimming

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.

Kinktober Day 12: Licking, Pet Play

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.

Kinktober Day 11: Object Insertion

Jack was way too tired to properly fuck Rhys right now.

Too bad Rhys wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Even though Jack had already curled himself up on the couch with a glass in one hand and a nearly-finished bottle of wine in the other, Rhys wouldn’t let up. No, he plopped himself right down on the cushion next to Jack, dressed in a yellow sweater snatched from the laundry basket and that pair of flimsy blue shorts that Rhys knew Jack liked best. But the alpha wasn’t gonna give in. After a long day in the office, he was tired and for once not in a mood to please his omega.

“Babe, c’mon,” Jack moaned as Rhys planted both hands atop his thighs, trying to get into his space. The pout on Rhys’ face was hard to ignore—as was the twitch in Jack’s crotch—but it wasn’t near enough to get Jack to pop up and do what Rhys clearly wanted him to do.

“Jack, don’t tell me you’re tired, I’ve been waiting all day,” Rhys moaned, one hand leaving Jack’s thigh to slide up against his stomach, picking up the hem of his shirt. “You know my heat’s right around the corner.”

“Bullcrap, Rhysie, it’s not for another couple weeks. You’re just being needy,” Jack growled as he poured the rest of the wine into his glass, gripping the neck of the bottle tight as he took a long, gratifying sip. Rhys pouted at him from behind the glass as he shifted closer, scent needling. Jack tried to ignore it and listen more to the throbbing in his body and his need to get nice and tipsy.

“Please? Jack, don’t leave me hanging.” Rhys nearly clawed at Jack’s stomach in his haste, nearly causing him to choke on his wine. Jack gasped, a little trickle of red running down his lips.

“Damn it, pumpkin, you—“ Jack let his glass clatter against the side table as his fingers gripped into Rhys’ collar, yanking him over his lap. “—get over here.”

Rhys landed with his hands on one side of Jack with his knees on the other, laid across his lap like a table. Jack gripped the bottle tightly as he snapped Rhys’ shorts down over his ass with the other. He pressed his palm up against the cleft between his cheeks, feeling the heat and moisture radiating from his hole. Well, Rhys hadn’t lied about being horny.

“Needy little brat…always demanding daddy’s attention…you’ll take what he wants to give you, ‘kay?” Jack grunted as he shook the mouth of the bottle against his palm, licking any remaining drops of wine from off his skin. Once he finished, he pressed his hand to the back of Rhys’ neck as he gripped the fat end of the bottle, pushing the neck between Rhys’ asscheeks.

The omega reacted instantly, crying out even as he pushed back against the foreign object pressing into his hole. Jack only grunted in response as he pushed in deeper. He initially meant it as punishment, to ward Rhys away from bothering him for sex when he clearly wasn’t interested, but as the bottle’s neck sunk deeper and Rhys’ noises grew louder, his dick pulsed and rubbed up against the inside of his fly.

“Daddy…please, more…” Rhys groaned, able to lift his head and look up as Jack’s palm moved from his neck to his shoulder. Jack bit his lip as Rhys ground down against his thighs, spurring him to begin thrusting the now-slicked bottle neck in and out of the omega.

“This is what you deserve…little brat…” Jack growled as he turned the bottle inside of Rhys before shoving in harder, getting the wider flare of the bottle further inside him, the embossed glass designs rubbing against Rhys’ sensitive flesh and getting the omega crying proper from need. Jack pressed his thighs together, warmth tingling in his belly and groin as he tried to get Rhys to orgasm as quickly as possible. But a writhing, begging omega in the lap was hard to ignore.

With one last thrust of the bottle Rhys finally came, jerking all over Jack’s pants and the couch below as his hips moved through his release. He dropped his head as he panted, eventually going all boneless in Jack’s lap, the weight of sweet-smelling omega not helping his own boner.

“…Still tired?” Rhys turned his head to ask with a sleepy smirk, his hand feeling out for Jack’s crotch. The alpha stiffened, narrowing his eyes down at Rhys as he pulled the bottle from Rhys’ ass with a quiet squelch.

“I’m gonna stay right here, pumpkin…” Jack sighed as he leaned back, spreading his legs. “But if you wanna help daddy get off…go to town. We’ll see where things go from there.

“Rhys thankfully got the hint and slid off Jack’s lap to his knees, wincing a bit in lingering memory of the stiff bottle inside him.

Kinktober Day 11: Cross-Dressing

Rhys had told Jack to go ahead to the party without him. When Jack had raised an eyebrow—knowing his boyfriend never turned his nose up at free food and alcohol—Rhys had merely insisted he’d meet up with him later.

Though suspicious, Jack went ahead anyway, wrestled in a nice tuxedo at Rhys’ insistence. However he still felt naked at this fancy shindig without his boyfriend pressed to his side. Lately they’d been nothing less than a pair no matter where they went, and Rhys’ continued absence even with the promise he’d make his appearance later had Jack all antsy.

At least until the ornate doors atop the grand staircase opened up, snapping Jack’s attention to the figure clad in white and gold, silhouetted by the light of the hallway behind him.

Jack’s heart leapt up into his throat as the figure began to descend the staircase, giving him a better look. The dress trailed on the steps like melting gold, shining in the party lights alongside the rhinestones woven into the lace bodice. Feet clad in petite white shoes took delicate strides, revealing legs beneath the hem that Jack knew all too well. Familiarity clawed at his stomach as his eyes snapped to the late arrival’s face, picking out Rhys’ features from beneath the cascading brown hair and the splash of blue and gold makeup bleeding out from the eyes.

“Holy—pumpkin? That you?” Jack gaped as he pushed his way through the stunned crowd just as Rhys reached the last stair. The young man stood, letting the hem of his dress flutter around him. He looked a little exhilarated and slightly nervous, though Jack wasn’t sure why—the entire damn ballroom must be in total awe of how wonderful he looked. Jack took one last step forward, unable to contain the grin spreading across his face as he reached for Rhys’ hand.

“Now this is a surprise,” Jack crooned as he carefully helped Rhys down the last bit of stair, amused as his boyfriend’s heels pushed him just a little bit taller. Jack lifted his hand as he kept eye contact with Rhys, brushing his lips against his silky knuckles. That earned him a chuckle from his boyfriend’s painted-pink lips.

“Well, that was kind of the point.” Rhys tilted his head, the little golden Hs in his ears softly jingling. “Bet you were expecting me to show up in a suit.”

“Mmm. Well, I didn’t know you even had this.” Jack’s other hand came to rest against Rhys’ waist, rubbing his body through the sheer, almost negligible fabric. “Oh, we’re gonna have to get a lot more mileage out of this, cupcake.”

“Just don’t rip it,” Rhys chastised as he let Jack pull him closer, neither man caring that the rest of the room still stared in their direction. “I like this outfit, I don’t want it to get wrecked by act of Jack.”

“Oh I’m sure I can work around it,” Jack purred as his hand slid down to cup the top of Rhys’ ass, smirking at his boyfriend’s shiver as he nibbled his lip. “Later, sweetheart. Lets get you full of food and alcohol first.”

Rhys’ eyes glimmered, allowing Jack to keep his hands wherever he wanted as the CEO lead him over to the refreshment table.

detective rhys gets bad info/is tricked and winds up in the clutches of a rival mob boss who has nefarious plans for him, but jack catches wind of it (as he does) and goes over to “barter” for rhys’ well-being

once rhys is back in his hands (thanks to intimidation or violence lbr) jack just wordlessly takes him back to his mansion and keeps him there for a bit until he’s sure he’ll be safe