Tag: spacetext

I’m realizing more and more I don’t really find rl actors that attractive haha

There are so many fictional characters I have a crush on but apparently I’m less interested in real people at least on a superficial level

god i wanna write

atlas!rhys in rival CEOs AU getting pregnant with jacks kid and keeping it extremely under wraps, spending most of his time in his office and not telling anyone aside from like his secretary and maybe vaughn/yvette

but of course jack doesnt like that there’s suddenly radio silence from his favorite omega, and so he shows up at atlas and demands to see him

and rhys panics in his office because he doesn’t want jack to know and jacks gonna smell it, so just before jack manages to burst into his office he bites his wrist and draws blood to hope the smell will mask his own

when jack walks in he’s just like…..???? but unfortunately for rhys the blood also kind of turns the alpha on…

“You kinda….caught us at an interestin’ time, didn’t ya?” Shit-Breath jerked his thumb towards Rhys. “You see, we caught some HPD scum snoopin’ around. Now, I ‘member the headlines. Didn’t this slut bust your balls over runnin’ Eridium outta that Hyperion club?”

Jack’s eyes drifted back to where Rhys lay on the floor. He looked at him sidelong, squinting slightly. Rhys swallowed roughly. Why hadn’t Jack said anything? Usually the alpha was all about striking up a hearty banter with Rhys, whether the he liked it or not. But Jack only stared at him. Rhys felt his stomach turn, disturbed.

“So we was just about to try him out…have some fun…but it’d be rude not to offer first dibs to a guest, right?” Shit-Breath said to the rest of his gang, who mumbled in agreement. One Eye’s hands lifted from groping Rhys’ chest to merely settle on his shoulders, and Ripped Jeans pushed up in a slight crouch, leaving room for Jack.

But the mob boss stood in place, looking not towards any of the Psychos, but still fixed right at Rhys. As the omega watched, Jack’s eyes roved from his bound legs to his slashed pants, then up to his opened shirt and finally, to Rhys’ bruised, begging face. Thought works behind that piercing gaze, and for a moment Rhys’ heart stilled, frozen by the man he’d gone toe-to-toe with for the better part of his career.

“You know,” Rhys hissed and narrowed his eyes at the mob boss, offered drink still untouched on the bar. “I’m pretty sure I could fill your rap sheet entirely with bad pick-up lines. You’re a real menace.”

“Aww, no need to put up such a fight, sugar.” The corner of Jack’s mouth rose with his suggestive eyebrow as he leaned forward, chin in hand. “It’ll be more fun if you play along…but I’m not worried. I’ll get my hands on you one way or another.”

Rhys’ heartbeat quickened under Jack’s focused gaze, the memory floating to the surface. Every time Jack had openly lusted after him. Joked about how badly he wanted to touch him. Deliberately pushed Rhys’ buttons and relished in his reaction. 

And the Psychos were serving him up to Jack on a silver platter. 

No. No. He wouldn’t. The Jack he’d tangled with could be cruel, selfish, violent, but he didn’t—there was no way—

Panic welled back up in Rhys’ throat, choking him. He didn’t know if he could breath so long as Jack kept looking at him.  

more of the detective rhys kidnapping fic. it’s coming