#the dildos are definitely from rhys

[gothicbabydollz]

Okay so I can’t fall back asleep because I’m thinking about poly!ic and what it would be like being their toy

They’d probably have a schedule that you adhere to each night your with a different member and they give you a night to rest but you always end up with at least one of them. And mated couples probably get you two nights in a row, since they have to share with each other and not just the other ic members.

I see Rhys giving soft dom energy but if you misbehave he can switch into hard dom mode in a second. Feyre is definitely a switch, but prefers to dominate you. She likes when you call her mommy. Rhys eats you out while feyre sits on your face. Or you’ll be on your stomach with your face buried between feyres legs while Rhys fucks you from behind. Feyre likes riding your thigh while you suck rhys’s cock. You’re there for their pleasure.

Amren. Mistress, goddess, love of my life. Mean women are so hot. She’s big into impact play. She has flogs, paddles, whips. She likes to give you to the other members covered in bruises. She has an assortment of straps of varying lengths and styles. She has this one gag that has a dildo attached to it so that she can tie you up and ride your face. And when varian visits? She ties you both up, rides him until he cums in her, then sits on your face and tells you to be a good little slut and clean her up. She also likes watching you fuck each other and tells you that whoever cums first gets the honor of being her bitch for the night, the other gets spanked. You’re always on your knees for her because she is your goddess and you better fucking worship her.

Mommy. I mean Mor. I see her being gentle but firm. She says sweet things but some how it ends up feeling degrading (idk if that makes sense Like. She’ll have you near tears due to over stimulation, saying “oh look at my good girl you’re doing such a good job for me taking it so well pretty girl” but her tone sounds teasing?) she is on top. Always. She’ll fuck you nice and hard with a thick and long strap, have you kneel between her legs and eat her out while playing with your hair, or you two will be rubbing your clits together. Also we know Mor looks amazing in red and it’s probably her favorite color. So red kiss marks all over your body? Especially on your tits. Oh and her skin is super soft js.

Cassian and nesta. I fantasize about these two the most. Mean with amazing tits nesta and “hold onto the headboard” cassian?? Fuck me. When you first start sleeping with the IC I see these two being really gentle with you. And then one day you come to them after being with Mor and you have red lipstick on the side of your neck from where you and Mor had a quickie before she sent you to these two and now nesta is jealous. So she pulls you into this searing kiss that turns you into a puddle because she’s never kissed you like that before and next thing you know your leaning against the wall completely nude with a leg over nestas shoulder and her mouth on you and it feels so good but before you can cum she stops, stands up and walks away so your just standing there like ??? And you go to their room and she’s riding cassian. Once she finishes (and doesn’t let cassian cum) she orders him to spank you. After he does and your so sensitive from it, she lays back into the pillows and grips your hair tightly as she guides you to eat her out. Then cassian comes up behind you and fucks you so hard you can barely handle it.

Then Azriel. Silent killer, ever so patient, definitely has a sex dungeon Azriel. He’d let everyone have their fun with you, waiting for his turn. When he finally has you, he would spend an hour fingering you, two hours eating you out, and then he would fuck you over and over until he was satisfied. My man might not have to resort to poetry but that’s because he is the king of dirty talk. He’ll be over you, his giant cock pounding away in your little cunt, his wings spread out behind him, the tightest grip on your wrists with one hand, a firm grip on your throat to remind you who you belong to, and his mouth beside your ear so you can perfectly hear every grunt and moan that leaves the shadow singer as he says the filthiest things you have ever heard.

Azriel is also the king of aftercare. As soon as your breathing is no longer ragged, he Carrie’s you to the bathroom and gets you in a warm bath. He lets you rest while he goes in and changes the sheets. Then he comes back and cleans you up before drying you off and tucking you into bed where you curl up into his side and he tells you how proud he is of you.

Like don’t get me wrong the others are all fantastic with after at but Az is just the best. Anyway, I think about being the IC’s sex toy more than I probably should.

-♓️

oh my god. literally every word is perfection. this is so accurate

#♓️ ❥ #poly!innercircle #poly!ic

[mermaidsirennikita]

Can you rank all the daddy heroes from HRs that you’ve read? (across multiple authors like Kleypas, MacLean, Heath etc) Thanks!

Honestly I don't know if I could rank all of them because that's probably... waaaaay too many, lol. But I could give you some standouts off my ~daddy vibes GR shelf!

Dominic le Sabre, Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell--A very daddy hero, super dominant and knowing and aggressive. Also, notably a daddy in that he very much is focused on becoming a father due to his desire for an heir. Like. He's SUPER focused on getting his wife pregnant. And if she's cursed to be barren unless she comes during sex? A sacrifice he is willing to make!!!

Duncan Maxwell, Forbidden by Elizabeth Lowell--Actually a sub-villain of the previous book, he then goes on to get conked on the head, end up as an amnesiac in the Disputed Lands in his own book, and find love with a girl who feels pain when she touches anyone but himmmmmm. A daddy in that he has a mustache, which is mentioned fairly frequently, but also in that he's like..... Reeeeeal aggressive about some shit Certain People keep from him while he's in amnesia mode. And he goes FUCKING INSANE when Certain Things are revealed. Much like Dominic, he also has some like. Light "little girl" moments with his heroine.

Griffin York, Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare--There are multiple reasons why I call Griffin a daddy, but the main reason I will discuss here is that time he bends the heroine over his desk and makes her recite his courtesy titles as he fucks her. What a move. He's also a bit of a reformed Dare hero, shown as this boorish rake type in a previous book, and I feel like being a bit rode hard and put away wet is a part of the Daddy Appeal.

Henry, Duke of Clayborn, Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean--Just uh.... trust me on this one. Clayborn is the stern daddy, which means that he gets super fucking annoyed when the heroine makes him hard by breathing his air. Also? Enjoys getting his face ridden. Good for him.

Julian Haywood, The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham--Julian is a literal dom daddy, restrains and dildos and apples he makes the heroine masturbate with and all. He seems uptight on the outside, but he's actually just a freak who's been lusting after his best friend's little sister for years. A stick up his ass daddy (and he'd probably be into that too under the right circumstances idk).

Alexander Moncrieffe, What I Did for A Duke by Julie Anne Long--An iconic daddy. Gets cucked by the annoying asshole who fucks his fiancee. Decides to fuck that annoying guy's virginal little sister (who is definitely like... half his age; I think he's around 40 and she's 20). Does a lot of seduction, but ends up getting seduced, like a Foolish Daddy. There's a fabulous scene in this book where people have to recognize the heroine blindfolded by like, touching her face, and things are Learned.

James Blackmore, After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long--Another age gap daddy, a 42 year old man who has like, an adult son, who falls for the 25 year old Inappropriate Opera Singer he's teaching Italian to (as dukes do). HE WILL SIT HERE CONSUMED WITH LUST FOR THE REST OF THE EVENING.

Ransom Seymour, Waking Up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath--This guy responds to a "I want a baby" text with "no" then "wait tho don't ask another guy I'll do it" and I think that says enough.

Rhys Winterborne, Marrying Winterborne by Lisa Kleypas--Remember when Helen was all "I'M RUNNING AWAY TO SPARE YOU HARDSHIP" and he basically laughed in her face and told her it would take him (not) FIVE FUCKING MINUTES to find her??? I think that says it all.

Leo Hathaway, Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas--An unexpected daddy! Like oh he seemed like a fun guy but then he did some Weird Shit, what a surprise!

Asa Makepeace, Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt--Gave the heroine a masturbation lesson by masturbating in front of her and like. Was entirely casual about it. I think he's a daddy.

Maximus Batten, Duke of Midnight by Elizabeth Hoyt--A truly insane daddy, but a daddy nonetheless. All he wants to do is keep her in a hunting lodge and hunt and cook for her while he fills her up with his semen I think that's reasonable.

Mickey O'Connor, Scandalous Desires by Elizabeth Hoyt--Look it may take him a while to actually parent his kid but he's literally a father and he also does the old "hold your skirts while I eat you out in this public arena" move, which I think says a lot.

Dorian Blackwell, The Highwayman by Kerrigan Byrne--A rare virgin daddy! I will not be taking questions or comments at this time. Read the book. You'll get it.

Carlton Morley, Seducing A Stranger by Kerrigan Byrne--HE SHOOTS HE SCORES DADDY. A man who will fuck the heroine in a garden without asking her name, be like "that was weirdly out of character for me, but we all have our larks" and then be like [heavy sigh] when he has to arrest her for murder a few months later and finds out she's carrying his child. This guy.

Derek Craven, Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas--The daddy of all daddies. A daddy of industry. A daddy who can't say his feelings but WILL fuck a woman who looks just like you in order to feel something, anything, after banishing you from his life for your own good. A daddy who has a breastfeeding thing? It's good, we love it.

Cassius Ramsay, All Scot and Bothered by Kerrigan Byrne--A daddy who loves a girl with some meat on her bones and WON'T BE SHAMED FOR IT. A daddy who wants something he can hold on to while he fucks the heroine within an inch of her life.

Michael, Marquess of Bourne, A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean--A emotionally stunted daddy of the highest order. Will pleasure the heroine within an inch of her life and then be like "that was to prove a point. Does not realize that he has in fact played himself until, like, the end of the book.

#romance novel blogging #anyway these are some of the ones that grabbed my eye #daddy is a state of mind. daddy is subjective. if i would call him daddy? he is daddy #but by all means attend your own church of daddy

[ratabrasileira]

When Nesta finds a box in the House of Wind full of dildos and sex toys

#acotar #nesta archeron #nesta #bat boys #the dildos are definitely from rhys #rhysand #cassian #azriel

[at-the-exd-of-everythixg]

][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Sal][ A || B || C || D || E || F || G || J || K || L || N || O || P || S || V || X || Y || Z

@blind-mutant

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He's so mean but affectionate bumps against you and constant teasing. Sal gives you a personalised nickname and he's like that one cat that runs and slams your room door open. He likes giving the occasional piece of jewelry that he steals and definitely a lot of kisses and dragging someone into his own touches and comfort. He likes things at his own pace.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Oh yeah, he has a soft spot for bouquets because they're the Big Thing of romance. Sal hides it because he knows that its dumb and cheesy to like bouquets but if Rhys got him one? Bashful stuttering and name calling but he absolutely gives them water and tries to keep them alive for a long time while brushing his fingers against them. He obviously loves purple flowers but Sal admittedly likes roses because they are the Romance Icon.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Y es. It's the number one way Rhys can get normal affection out of Sal (Rhys: the bigger the treat, the longer I can love him because it takes him longer to get through it). Thoguh it's so hard to pick a specific??? Sal just...loves chocolate. He's that guy who says that his favourite is whatever he's eaten less than five minutes ago.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Probably going out to somewhere that's busy and drinking, something that can easily be passed off as a get between for friends more than a date. So definitely going out to a fair or clubbing rather than a dinner between him and Rhys. Though, Sal wouldn't argue against having take out and watching a movie in the dark. He definitely likes being with someone who can joke about and tease him.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Depsite what he says, Sal does enjoy hugs. He likes the warmth and the way he feels...closed in but in a good way. It's nothing like being pinned down and forcefully reminded that he's weak beyond his powers. Hugs are nice and Sal can relax into them and just be safe for a moment. His hugs are warm and Sal tends to grab on and spend a few moments burying his face into your neck to enjoy the moments of quiet.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Sal's flirting is rather smooth when he wants to be and a lot of the time it's rather sexual. Over time with someone, he knows exactly what buttons to push so that really helps in getting what he wants out of them. Rhys is easy to flirt with because Sal knows that he loves it when he's being mean.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Sal isn't all that good at gift giving, mostly because he doesn't have the exact idea on what people could want. Mostly because his first reaction is jewelry or his body. Sal also doesn't have the best reactions if someone doesn't like his gifts since it's just a sign that "oh the don't want my stuff??? They don't want me" mentality.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

For sure, Sal cannot stand the idea of sharing anyone because it's only a matter of time before they release they're better off without him or they want him to leave so they can have something special. He's desperate for wanting to be kept or stay around and this rears its head in very ugly manners.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Sal likes to pride himself on his kisses because he likes showing off to his partner and that he can show them a good time. He likes taking advantage of what his partner enjoys. Plus he has a very hot mouth so that's always fun to make out with.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his owls because they're his and Sal loves everyone at his work for being the fun friends he never had. He especially loves Bex for being the one to give him his job and to be so...loving. He loves her in the way Sal hasn't loved someone in a very long time.

Sal still loves his family depsite everything. He wants to go back one day and see whether his father made a grave for his sister (oh the woes of not being told that your sister lived). He misses his dad more than Sal would ever like to admit.

And admittedly, Sal still loves Cecil in a way. She groomed him and raped him, but it still doesn't wipe away memories of her giving him outfits and teaching him dancing. Everything gets blurry when he thinks back on her and what exactly he felt, but Sal figures that there's no point, not when Rhys is there.

Rhys is...he's a lot. Sal finds himself eager to see him and looks forward to anything Rhys has to say. He enjoys the warmth of leaning against Rhys and feeling hands stroke his hair and rub his back and the kisses on his back and neck. He loves the hot angry sex and has a growing fondness for the giggly softer sex that they have so rarely but Sal finds himself aching more for. He has more fantasies of kissing Rhys and being held now and that's absolutely horrifying.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Sal is, as you know, very dominating and charge taking. He knows that he wants the power and can't trust anyone else with it so its much better to have Rhys on his back and moaning from Sal's actions and Sal's entire being. He likes sex as a power playing game that he'll win or die trying or as something to play and punish Rhys for. He likes having attention on himself and Sal enjoys making Rhys feel real good and to make him not want anyone else.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

If you're looking for someone to talk shit? Then Sal has an excellent array of insults and jabs. However, he isn't so nearly eloquent in discussing his feelings or telling Rhys stuff. It causes Sal a little frustration that he'll never really say anything that's as meaningful or good sounding as Rhys does.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He wants someone who's pretty because Sal is shallow but also because if they're pretty, it means that they understand the effort he puts into his appearance and will probably put in just as much effort. Though Sal ruins that by constantly looking for people who tend to be dangerous and bad for him. He needs his other braincell so he can have someone to bounce and perform terrible ideas with.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not exactly? Sal wasn't really allowed to interact with many kids because Giles was afraid that he'd give away Perigee so he was always kept close by. Doesn't mean that Sal didn't pay attention to the kids around him and form a small crush on a girl dropped her ball and asked for Sal to pass it back one time. She did it every time he came and it was Sal's favourite part of visiting the human town until Giles caught on and made Sal move to the other side of him and started passing the ball back instead.

The girl stopped doing it eventually and stopped looking at Sal when she noticed that his skin started gaining pitch black pigments among the bone white.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Annoyed by it. It's a holiday where he has to work longer hours because of the lonely souls there and it's a time where he's gotta set up three different dates because his scams want to take him out that night. Also, he does not look good in red lingerie (in Sal's own opinion) and he always needs to take the next day of to sleep over the extra use of his power and any possible injuries.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

He does use them and often they tend to be something to annoy someone or something to show his affection of them. Sal is fifty/fifty about his own pet names depending on how offensive they may be. All nicknames regarding his height earn Sal's ire but Starshine? He's gotten soft for it, much to his own chargin.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

If possessive counts as protective? Then yes. Sal gets anxious if he thinks Rhys might be in danger or doing dangerous shit so this leads to overly aggressive displays of affection and Sal attempting to bully Rhys into staying safe and doing whatever dangerous thing himself. Yeah, he's soft, but he can also explode into a red hot alien Rhys!! No he isn't crying, shut your face and hide in his bed to put that mouth to some good use and practice on a dildo u stupid moonass!!

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Sal likes bragging that he's slept with hundreds but really it's only around twenty or so. It's a lot harder to find people who would let a 4'9 pretty boy fuck them and Sal has a harder time with women after Cecil. Add the alien shit??? And that's how most of his late nights are with people who ask him to "probe" them and proving themselves enough for him to take them to his home planet. He always feels a little empty after these nights so of course Rhys has become his favourite man ever.

#ask #the living stardust (sal) #blind-mutant #headcanon

[bookofmirth]

acotar characters rated by BDE

throne of glass version

Feyre: in acotar she’s 7/10, and the rest of the books she’s more like a 10/10. She knows her strengths and her limitations and so she’s always growing and becoming better at handling her newfound BDE.

Lucien: doesn’t have BDE, he has other lesser-known but still-potent varieties of Energy, known as Big FireDick Energy (BFDE, definitely a 10/10) and Big Sass Energy (BSE, probably an 8/10 when he’s using his powers for good e.g. to bother Tamlin).

Rhys: infinity/10 - He cannot be measured in any capacity, whether we’re talking about sass, power, wingspan, or BDE.

Ianthe:  -2/10, thinks she’s a 10/10. Look, the girl barely has magic in a magical land and has to force people to sleep with her. idk what else to say.

Jurian: depends on if we’re talking about corporeal Jurian or eyeball Jurian, but basically he’s like a 6/10 because he can kick some butt, but he also got defeated by Amarantha. Also seducing and then murdering her sister was not a good look.

Elain: ew don’t talk about dicks around Elain ok, she’s offended. She’ll totally talk about it if you get a couple of glasses of wine in her though, while giggling, and then she’ll whip out her favorite dildo.

Nesta: she can’t handle her feelings because she’s a 15/10 and she doesn’t know what to do with all that BDE.

Cassian: 9/10, and this is on many levels. He will kick ass, and he will care hard, he just won’t be good at talking about it. He also invented BLE (Big Loyalty Energy).

Azriel: 8/10 but is really good at acting like he has more or less, depending on the circumstances. Can’t be 10/10 if his rage really makes him lose control like That One Time.

Mor: She has as much BDE as she wants to have at any given moment. Probably she has invented new types of BDE, like BFE (Big Fashion Energy) and BGE (Big Gay Energy).

Tamlin: Thinks he’s a 10/10, alternates between an 8/10 when he’s acting like a grown ass man, and a 1/10 when he’s being whiny that people don’t care about his feelings.

Amarantha: unfortunately for everyone, she was like a 9/10.

Bryaxis: Baby/10 so precious, such a good killer and lover of books and starlight

Eris: no

Helion: 8/10. He can’t be maxed out because he just kinda left Lucien’s mom to be with all those a-holes in the Autumn Court. But for Lucien’s sake, I hope his BDE comes from being kind.

Suriel: 6/10 baby Suriel seems scary and knows a lot of stuff, but ultimately seemed to get themselves in danger a lot.

#acotar #acomaf #sarah j maas #feyre #rhysand #just all the characters #Reginald who lives in whales ho u’re doing well! #this is what I'm doing #instead of grading #I should be grading

[thethespacecoyote]

Dumb idea for a prompt but abo modern au Jack comes up behind Rhys in a long line at maybe a grocery store or department store and Jack uses the opportunity to be an obnoxious flirt

I made this into a thing where Rhys is shopping after a heat and feels gross, but Jack hits on him anyway :D Modern ABO AU where Hyperion is just a normal company :0

The day immediately following Rhys’ heats was always the worst.

Sure, the inevitable pre-heat panic that set in no matter how many times Rhys has done this was always a bit of a hassle, but preoccupying himself with meal-planning and supply shopping managed to distract him from his anxiety until he was comfortably holed up in his room with plenty of blankets and toys and emergency snacks on hand. The actual heat itself was usually pleasant enough—Vaughn took care of most of the day-to-day chores and checked in on him periodically, and his suppressors prevented the dizzying and potentially dangerous fevers he used to experience.

But even his top-of-the-line medications couldn’t do anything to soften the inevitable post-heat drop.

Rhys had groaned audibly when he’d woken up this morning to find that the mindless need clenched in his belly had finally abated, leaving him with feeling weak and tired and starving. His room had been a mess, far from the usual immaculate state he liked to keep it in. Half of the blankets that had been periodically piled on top of his bed and twisted around his body during his heat had spilled onto the floor, and several of his pillows were still damp with either drying sweat or slick or saliva. He’d kicked a dildo out of bed as he’d swung his legs over the side, trying to re-balance his center of gravity as he’d looked for some clothes to throw on.

Jeans were too tight around the butt and crotch, so he opted for a pair of navy sweatpants that had been tossed onto the floor. He shivered, still cold from the sudden change in body temperature, so he grabbed the old Hyperion sweatshirt he’d gotten from the intern program and zipped it up around his trembling frame. He cuddled into the soft, well-worn neck of the sweatshirt, fairly content to burrow back into his bed and nap the rest of the day away when his stomach snarled at him.

He rubbed his face with a sigh, before hobbling out towards the kitchen.

However, Rhys was mortified to find his ice cream shelf in the freezer completely empty. His jaw fell open, but he aggressively sniffed back the annoyed tears threatening to build up in his eyes. Oh no, no, he wasn’t going to be one of those omegas who cried after their heats, no matter how much he might want to due to the lack of ice cream.

He peered around the house, hoping he could find Vaughn and whine enough to get his best friend to go out and get ice cream himself, but a message on his ECHO quickly told him Vaughn had long left for work, apparently confident that Rhys’ heat had resolved. Rhys pouted, groaning lowly to himself as he looked towards the door. He really, really didn’t want to go out in this state.

But….but ice cream, the hungry little id in his brain needled at him. Rhys frowned down at his stomach as it growled again.

“Traitor…” The omega whined as he shuffled off in search of his shoes.

As Rhys waddled through the ice cream aisle with a series of plastic slaps, he made a mental note to himself to buy some god-damn flats next time he went on a shopping spree. The bright yellow flip-flops glared accusingly back up at him, a constant reminder of how sloppy and thrown together he really looked.

His hair was a mess, presumably. He hadn’t even bothered to take a look in the mirror before he had left, knowing that it was a limp, tangled mess that couldn’t be salvaged without a shower. He rubbed the heel of his palm against his eye, cringing at the feeling of gunk clinging to his lid. He was a total mess, an eyesore compared to the young professionals and soccer moms flitting through the grocery store grabbing lunch or buying groceries. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to focus on which type of ice cream he wanted and not the bizarre looks he was probably receiving for his disheveled appearance.

His fuzzy brain spent five minutes trying to decide between Mocha Almond Fudge and Strawberry Swirl Cheesecake blast before he finally dumped both into his basket, hobbling towards the check out counter. The line was long, much to his dismay, so he tried to drift off into daydreaming about eating his ice cream, when a sudden nudge to his side jolted him out of his reverie.

“Hey.”

Rhys blinked dumbly, turning around to look at the man behind him.

His nose, even stuffed up as it was, could instantly tell that he was an alpha. And a pretty handsome one at that—all broad in the chest and shoulders, with bronzed skin and a charming smile and eager, twinkling eyes. He was definitely Rhys’ type, if he were at a bar or browsing dating profiles, but he was at a supermarket and post-heat and honestly embarrassed about his current appearance. He averted his eyes, subconsciosly tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“Hey, uh, sorry, did you need something?” Rhys gestured vaguely to the rows of impulse candy and other items flanking the cashier lanes.

“Oh, I suppose you could say that, cutie,” the strange alpha grinned, showing off a pair of long, attractive canines. A confused, awkward smile flitted on Rhys’ lips.

Cutie? He had on old, unwashed sweatpants, greasy hair, flip-flops…was this guy blind?

“What ya got there, huh?” The alpha peered into Rhys basket. “Ooh, ice cream. Looking for something sweet, kiddo? Good, ‘cause I’m pretty sweet on you.”

Rhys stared back, flummoxed. The line moved ahead without him for a moment before he managed to stumble forward, not sure how to respond. Pre-heat, he wasn’t surprised when alphas tried to flirt with him, their judgement impaired by pheromones driving them to shack up with an omega for a week’s time. But post-heat—post-heat, unless there was a bond or intimacy present driving an alpha to care for him, there should be no reason for one to try to get with him. Especially when he looked like hell shoved into a bag and kicked off a cliff.

“You…really…” Rhys couldn’t stop the disbelieving tone from invading his voice as he replied to the strange alpha, “is this like…a dare from your buddies or something?”

“Buddies? You think I’m putting you on, sugar?” The alpha placed a hand to his chest in mock-offense. “Please. I’m a gentleman.”

Rhys chuckled softly, a little blush crawling over his cheeks as he unloaded the tubs of ice cream onto the conveyor belt.

“You know…if I knew I was going to meet a handsome alpha at the store, I would have dressed better…” He sighed as he tugged his sweatshirt around him, suddenly self conscious. But the alpha raised his eyebrows, looking at Rhys like he was crazy.

“Crap, if this if you not trying, then I’m pretty sure if I ever see you all dolled up my knot would fall off,” he smirked as he dumped a bottle of expensive wine, a box of condoms, and three huge bags of pretzels onto the counter. A happy smile flickered on Rhys’ lips as he paid the cashier, stuffing the pints into his backpack.

“Really…I mean, I clean up pretty well, if I don’t say so myself,” Rhys quipped, rubbing his arm as the alpha paid for his own items, shrugging them into a reusable bag.

“Oh yeah? Well, that’s something I’d like to see. If you’d be up for it, sweetheart.” A business card flicked slickly into the alpha’s hand, quickly passing to Rhys’ eager fingers.

“Go home, eat some ice cream, take a shower….then call me if you need me. Could use some help finishing this wine, yanno.” He winked, firing a finger gun at Rhys before disappearing through the supermarket entrance. Rhys remained, stunned, as he stared at the name engraved onto the business card.

Jack Lawrence, Hyperion CEO.

#spacetext #long post #rhack #omegaverse #fluff #fanfic #i liked writing this lol #Anonymous