god i will probably write this for october but i want some kind of horror themed prompt where rhys is somehow trapped in an isolated place with something/someone hunting him, like either a creature or some freaky violent enemy and rhys has to fend them off while panicking and getting hurt, he manages to hold his own but still can’t escape, and then at the last possible second jack comes to save him
and then the comfort :3
tomorrows labor day so uhhh if you have mpreg prompts lay them on me
i will probably only pick one or two to do tho sorry, i just have so much to write on my plate 😦
Has anyone had experience self-publishing with PublishDrive?
Artists really like giving prompto meaty tits and perky nipples huh
i wrote a prompt for ffxv yesterday but i want something like it with rhack now
omega rhys being given to king jack as a present from the realm of atlas to curry the favor of hyperion royalty. rhys was trained to be obedient and told that hyperion alphas are horrible and violent and to expect the worst. and while jack thinks rhys is hot he’s not gonna touch him yet because atlas expects him to act like some uncouth brute and he doesn’t want to play into their hands. he may be a horny bastard but he has some pride, and anyway it’d be more rewarding for his boundless charm and good looks to attract rhys to him independent of atlas’ intentions.
and rhys is confused because. wasn’t the king of hyperion supposed to be the worst of the worst? but jack isn’t doing anything to him or treating him like the object he was trained to be. he doesn’t mind per se but atlas conditioned him to believe this was his only purpose and now he just….doesn’t know what to do. jack does nice things for him but doesn’t want to be rewarded by sex? he lets rhys eat first at meals, sit in a chair, have his own bed, everything contrary to what the atlas ambassadors trained him to expect. almost like he’s courting him but rhys isn’t a royal omega or anything, so why?
eventually rhys opens up and enjoys his freedom and jack’s castle, all the while developing a crush on the king
rhys wakes up once with jacks jacket draped over his shoulders after he fell asleep at his desk and thought it was really sweet. when he sees jack has done the same a coupe weeks later he wants to return the gesture but then remembers he doesnt wear a jacket and instead has a stupid leather vest
i just want….rhack cuddles
ive been working on this frikkin rhack wedding fic since january….will i ever finish it….
I enjoy pumpkin and pumpkin spice flavored things but the latte we have at work is gross…it’s like drinking a candle
1k commission for @jksmwla ! They wanted some Rhack fluff so I went with a modern AU summertime situation. Enjoy!
“Jack,” Rhys whined, his sweaty cheek pressed up against the screen of his phone, “it’s too hot.”
His boyfriend’s voice crackled through the line, his amused laughter only serving to grate on Rhys’ nerves.
“Babe, I know. I read your text messages and I already called my guys to come fix the AC.”
“Yeah, but they aren’t coming fast enough.” Rhys knew he was being bratty, that even contractors on Jack’s hefty dime were still bound to the laws and physics and couldn’t instantly zap in and fix things, but he was sweating through his favorite tank top and pissed. He’d have to stick it in the laundry before he even thought of wearing it again.
“Easy, Rhysie, easy,” Jack still sounded amused, though his even tone told that he’d started taking Rhys’ suffering a little more seriously. “Don’t freak out, just drink some water, have some ice cream, chill out by the pool—whatever—until they come. Trust me, it’ll be fixed in a jiffy.”
“…Okay,” Rhys mumbled after a moment, a little chastised. He peeled the phone away from his cheek, keeping it close enough to still hear. “I trust you.”
“There’s a good boy. Love you!” Jack’s cheery goodbye had Rhys feeling just a bit more upset. Considering his boyfriend was holed up in the office with the AC on full blast, he couldn’t possibly understand Rhys’ pain. How much he was suffering alone in this stuffy, overheated house.
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