Jack puffed out his chest, showing off his bronzed skin, painted over with dark purple marks that followed the lines of his musculature. His dark claws returned to Rhys’ shoulders, sliding around to the back of his garment collar, playing with the fabric before his fingers combed up through Rhys’ hair. Jack snickered to himself as he jostled the perfect locks out of their fixed coif, earning himself a light frown.
“Don’t give me that face, babe, you’re gonna be a lot messier than that after I’m through with you.”
Jack’s warm, smoky mouth quickly found Rhys,’ claiming those perfect pink lips with his own thin, dark ones. His tongue quickly probed into the young priest’s mouth, the tip of it licking around and twining with Rhys’ as he pressed their bodies closer together. Rhys moaned against him, his thighs softly parting against his chair as Jack towered over him, the demon’s bulk absolutely overwhelming the poor priest’s slim physique.
The demon’s tail fluttered up Rhys’ legs, settling heavily over his thighs as the tip of the appendage pressed up against the priest’s tightly clothed cock. He gasped, member jumping in his pants at the sudden flick of Jack’s tail. The demon’s eyes glimmered, blue and green glowing dim in the light of the candles, their light now forming a scattered corona about Rhys’ ruffled locks.
Jack’s claws dropped from Rhys’ head back down to his collar, fiddling with the buttons on the young man’s clothes as he pressed his tail more firmly up against Rhys’ crotch. He growled as his long nails interfered with unbuttoning Rhys’ robes, ultimately just ripping the front open with an affronted chuff.
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BL Summer Bingo 2017: Barefoot, Blowing Bubbles, Hammocks
The backyard smelled of freshly cut grass and the marigolds Rhys had planted last year, now flourishing in bright yellows and oranges sunbursts around the grounds.
The omega sipped on his piña colada—virgin, he thought as he patted his round stomach—from where he was nestled comfortably in the fancy hammock that Jack had bought for him in anticipation for the summer months. Though it was less like a hammock and more of a suspended little alcove bed, thoroughly stuffed with pillows and light braided blankets to keep him comfortable.
Jack was at work, and would be for at least a couple of hours, unless he decided to cut some of his meetings early to come home and tend to Rhys. The omega was trying really hard to get Jack to stop doing that though, because Rhys was totally capable of taking care of himself and this baby had a good couple of months ahead of them before they would even think about coming.
Not that even Rhys’ best convincing could sway Jack. If he got the barest prickling of alpha worry, no matter how irrational, he would end up tearing up his daily schedule and come racing home. Rhys has almost had to stop giving him updates on the baby kicking or texting him selfies of himself or his belly out of fear of derailing the fast-track Hyperion was rocketing on.
So he’d left his phone sitting on the breakfast table and come outside to lounge in the hammock, watching Cyrus play with the little plastic bottle of bubble solution and a blue plastic bubble wand. He hopped about the bright green grass in bare feet, giggling as he tried to blow bubbles even bigger than the ones he had just blown. A smile flickered over Rhys’ face as he drained his piña colada, setting the empty glass on the ground as he rested a hand on his swollen stomach, listening to the sound of his son’s laughter drifting on the gentle breeze.
He had nearly dozed off, soothed by the movements in his stomach and the steady sway of the hammock when Cyrus came running over to his side, waking him up with soft pats against his bare arm.
“Mama?” Cyrus asked, waiting until Rhys’ eyelids fluttered open, his smile picking up at the corners as he saw his sweet little son rocking on his heels next to his hammock.
“Mmm…yeah, sweetie? Something you wanna show mama?” Rhys asked as he sat up a little bit on the lump of pillows, placing both hands on his stomach as he peered curiously at his son.
“Yeah! Look what I can do!” Cyrus chirped as he dunked the wand into the bottle, spilling a little bit of foam over the edge as he lifted it up to his lips. Rhys watched as his son started blowing a large, trembling rainbow bubble. The omega’s eyes widened as Cyrus continued to make the bubble larger and larger until it finally popped off from his wand, floating off into the soft breeze.
“See, mama! See! Look how big it is! It’s almost as big as you are!” Cyrus jumped up and down, nearly spilling more of the bubble solution down his teal T-shirt as he pointed at the bubble. Rhys stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving his belly a pointed rub.
“Cyrus! I’m not…I’m not that big. I mean. Not nearly as big as your bubble!” Rhys followed Cyrus’ hand to point after the bubble as well, watching as it drifted higher and higher, eventually touching the branches on the overhanging tree and popping in a messy splash.
“Oh no!” Cyrus exclaimed, slapping his palm to his face. “Does that mean mama is gonna pop too?”
“Pfft, no, don’t worry buddy,” Rhys purred as he opened his arms, turning his body in the hammock as best as he could to wrap his arms around Cyrus in an affectionate hug. He nuzzled against Cyrus’ hair picking up on the scent of freshly up-turned grass and soap and he kisses his head.
“Mama’s not gonna pop…at least, not like the bubble.”
“Oh. Okay!” Cyrus screwed up his bottle of bubbles and set it down onto the grass, before letting his mother cuddle him a little more.
“Can…Can I come into the hammock? Please mama please?” Cyrus practically hopped up and down. Rhys chuckled, scooting over to make room for his son as Cyrus crawled up into the hammock, happily snuggling up against the omega’s rounded form as Rhys wrapped comforting arms around him. He kept him close as the two of them dozed off under the warm sun, coaxed to rest by the gentle lapping of the breeze.
Jack found them curled together on the hammock just as the sun was beginning to darken, quickly ushering his mate and son inside after a momentary freakout over the goosebumps breaking out over Rhys’ hand. The omega merely shook his head with a smile as he looked at the 9 missed calls on his phone, before graciously accepting the heavy blanket his alpha draped around him.
Just some self indulgence. Sorry
ok i think for comic con im gonna wear tps jack on thursday, fiona on friday, bl2 jack on saturday, and then either atlas rhys or something casual for sunday!
Tbh the thing I’m looking the most forward to this year for comic con aside from cosplaying and new tokidoki stuff is the bad cartoons panel
BL Summer Bingo 2017: Fireworks
Rhys still can’t believe it.
If it wasn’t for the heavy scent of cologne and cigar smoke hanging over him and the slight throbbing in his rear, he might be convinced that it’s a dream. He certainly fee;s hazy, like he is floating around in the clouds of rumpled yellow sheets, grounded only by the broad, slightly rough hand rubbing down his bare back.
“You all right there, pumpkin?” Comes the voice that sends shivers trembling down his spine, that had seduced him into bed hours before—not that it had been hard, considering the voice belongs to Handsome Jack himself.
“Mmmhmm.”
Rhys tilts his chin up, a goofy, pleasured smile crawling across his face as he rests his cheek against Jack’s warm chest. The amount of hair covering the CEO’s body had been a surprise, as well as the silvery lines of scarring over his tan chest that are presumably airbrushed out of professional shoots. Rhys has seen plenty of magazine ads and posters where Jack has been shirtless or nude and perfectly smooth and flawless all over.
He likes this a lot better.
“You know…” Jack starts, his voice rumbling in his chest, humming against Rhys’ ear, as his hand rises to rub the young man’s shoulder, “I’ve been watching you for awhile.”
Rhys snorts softly, before raising his eyes to meet Jack’s unusually soft ones.
“You…you’re kidding….really?”
“Yep,” Jack whispers, rubbing along the lines of Rhys’ thick tattoos, tracing them with lazy fingers, “you’re pretty damn eye-catching, kitten.”
The young man shivers at the thought of Handsome Jack watching him. He’d figured this a fluke, a stroke of incredible luck that has landed him in his idol’s bed, but the fact that Jack had planned this, had sought him out makes Rhys’ heart thump so fast he feels his breathing catch in his throat.
Jack, I—“ Rhys gasps softly as blue light suddenly glows over their entwined forms, alighting on his swirling tattoos. The young man lifts his head softly to glance out of the massive, floor to ceiling window that swallows one wall of Jack’s bedroom. He watches, lips parted in awe as small, multicolored bursts of sparkling light flash into view before the swirling backdrop of space. Fear and confusion flutters around in Rhys’ chest for a brief moment, before Jack’s warm arms wrap tighter about Rhys’ waist, the older man’s chin resting atop his head.
“Mmm…right on time.”
Rhys watches as the colorful lights explode into various shapes and patterns, some cascading into a fountain of shimmering white, others even bursting golden into the Hyperion logo, and one particularly ambition one unfurling into a caricature of Jack’s own mask.
“I…are…are those…fireworks…?” Rhys blinks, lips parted in shock as the bedroom is illuminated with softly bursting color.
“Yep. Pretty impressive, huh?”
“I…It’s just….it’s impossible…” Rhys’ brain fizzles as he tries to wrap his head around the mechanics of the whole thing.
“Is that so?” Rhys’ insides tingle as Jack’s fingers run over his skin, skirting the soft muscles in his belly.
“A few hours ago, would you have ever thought you’d be sleeping with Handsome Jack? That was impossible too, kitten.”
Rhys watches the fireworks explode and burn in the vacuum of space, defiant yet undeniably splendid as they cast their light over his and Jack’s bodies. Rhys’ shock slowly melts into a soft smile, enjoying the magnificent sight coupled with the warm weight of his lover behind him, beneath him, everywhere at once.
He slowly falls asleep, lulled with the fact that the impossible could easily be trusted to Jack.
I’ve had the idea for this prompt for awhile….not sure I pulled it off as well as I wanted, but oh well, it’s the last day for the bingo so I gotta do it
when you care about/like certain people but you also feel like youll be less stressed and anxious if you unfollow/mute
BL Summer Bingo 2017: Barefoot, Blowing Bubbles, Hammocks
The backyard smelled of freshly cut grass and the marigolds Rhys had planted last year, now flourishing in bright yellows and oranges sunbursts around the grounds.
The omega sipped on his piña colada—virgin, he thought as he patted his round stomach—from where he was nestled comfortably in the fancy hammock that Jack had bought for him in anticipation for the summer months. Though it was less like a hammock and more of a suspended little alcove bed, thoroughly stuffed with pillows and light braided blankets to keep him comfortable.
Jack was at work, and would be for at least a couple of hours, unless he decided to cut some of his meetings early to come home and tend to Rhys. The omega was trying really hard to get Jack to stop doing that though, because Rhys was totally capable of taking care of himself and this baby had a good couple of months ahead of them before they would even think about coming.
Not that even Rhys’ best convincing could sway Jack. If he got the barest prickling of alpha worry, no matter how irrational, he would end up tearing up his daily schedule and come racing home. Rhys has almost had to stop giving him updates on the baby kicking or texting him selfies of himself or his belly out of fear of derailing the fast-track Hyperion was rocketing on.
So he’d left his phone sitting on the breakfast table and come outside to lounge in the hammock, watching Cyrus play with the little plastic bottle of bubble solution and a blue plastic bubble wand. He hopped about the bright green grass in bare feet, giggling as he tried to blow bubbles even bigger than the ones he had just blown. A smile flickered over Rhys’ face as he drained his piña colada, setting the empty glass on the ground as he rested a hand on his swollen stomach, listening to the sound of his son’s laughter drifting on the gentle breeze.
He had nearly dozed off, soothed by the movements in his stomach and the steady sway of the hammock when Cyrus came running over to his side, waking him up with soft pats against his bare arm.
“Mama?” Cyrus asked, waiting until Rhys’ eyelids fluttered open, his smile picking up at the corners as he saw his sweet little son rocking on his heels next to his hammock.
“Mmm…yeah, sweetie? Something you wanna show mama?” Rhys asked as he sat up a little bit on the lump of pillows, placing both hands on his stomach as he peered curiously at his son.
“Yeah! Look what I can do!” Cyrus chirped as he dunked the wand into the bottle, spilling a little bit of foam over the edge as he lifted it up to his lips. Rhys watched as his son started blowing a large, trembling rainbow bubble. The omega’s eyes widened as Cyrus continued to make the bubble larger and larger until it finally popped off from his wand, floating off into the soft breeze.
“See, mama! See! Look how big it is! It’s almost as big as you are!” Cyrus jumped up and down, nearly spilling more of the bubble solution down his teal T-shirt as he pointed at the bubble. Rhys stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving his belly a pointed rub.
“Cyrus! I’m not…I’m not that big. I mean. Not nearly as big as your bubble!” Rhys followed Cyrus’ hand to point after the bubble as well, watching as it drifted higher and higher, eventually touching the branches on the overhanging tree and popping in a messy splash.
“Oh no!” Cyrus exclaimed, slapping his palm to his face. “Does that mean mama is gonna pop too?”
“Pfft, no, don’t worry buddy,” Rhys purred as he opened his arms, turning his body in the hammock as best as he could to wrap his arms around Cyrus in an affectionate hug. He nuzzled against Cyrus’ hair picking up on the scent of freshly up-turned grass and soap and he kisses his head.
“Mama’s not gonna pop…at least, not like the bubble.”
“Oh. Okay!” Cyrus screwed up his bottle of bubbles and set it down onto the grass, before letting his mother cuddle him a little more.
“Can…Can I come into the hammock? Please mama please?” Cyrus practically hopped up and down. Rhys chuckled, scooting over to make room for his son as Cyrus crawled up into the hammock, happily snuggling up against the omega’s rounded form as Rhys wrapped comforting arms around him. He kept him close as the two of them dozed off under the warm sun, coaxed to rest by the gentle lapping of the breeze.
Jack found them curled together on the hammock just as the sun was beginning to darken, quickly ushering his mate and son inside after a momentary freakout over the goosebumps breaking out over Rhys’ hand. The omega merely shook his head with a smile as he looked at the 9 missed calls on his phone, before graciously accepting the heavy blanket his alpha draped around him.
Just some self indulgence. Sorry
sometimes i worry people just reblog my stuff out of pity or habit and not because it….was actually good
kind of wanna do the bl big bang thing but long form writing is hard for me and i dont want it to end up being a poorly paced meandering mess that people would be embarrassed to have their art linked to
i enjoy writing but…..sometimes it feels pointless
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