#rhack mpreg

[fish-in-the-aquarium]

Tagged by: @phenikas thank you for the opportunity to demonstrate my poor English🎉🎉🎉

Last song: The honest answer is Britney Spears - Ooh Ooh Baby (this is such a good stuff for work??) but I'd be more delighted if my answer was Canine - Sweet Sway (good music for work too!! a very religious song for me actually /j)

Currently watching: Dark (2017)

Three ships:

for now:

rhack... I'm so horrified by the radical positions in Jack discourse ("he's just a Normal Guy(tm) in the pre-sequel" vs "he deserved to all suffer and die") so the idea of a very corrupt person actually encounters someone (I mean... Jack just can't escape the knowledge that Rhys is real) AND FINALLY UNDERSTAND SOMEYHING??? Wait, I need to wipe the sweat off my forehead

Rhysothy. I don’t know how it happens in your lands but in mine all (💀💀💀) good relationships work only because the traumas complete each other (in a good way). MORE THAN THAT! I see their overcoming trauma so beautiful and realistic… give me time, I'll draw my vision of them.

uhh... I want it to be cassarric (yeah, da:i) and I can finish a comic based on them, hah

Favorite color: base sad ginger palett: terracotta, brick, rust, dirty yellow and black

Currently consuming: discounts on yarn

First ship: the big one? whouffaldi

Relationship status: in the most wonderful relationship of my life

Last movie: I rewatched Der junge Karl Marx (2017)... Still the a stunningly enjoyable romcom and it's still everything that socialist realism wanted to be but failed cos it forgot what a living person was.

Currently working on: fuuuck I have so many ideas but time… I has almost completed the prompts! The second part of my rhack comic, of course (mb I'll make a third part, cos there was gold in reposts). And a couple of rhysothy arts In general I’m currently rewriting one terrible book (an evil that I can fight) in my native language. But... I have a document where I write a video for English-speakers about the book (spoiler: the author of the book was so outraged by one fanfic that she wrote her own homophobic mpreg). Hopefully someday I'll finish it.

I also almost finished a cardigan for my partner! (under the spoiler)

Tagging: I'm quite shy? anyone who would like to do this! (and @kindlynx)

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for the abo prompts?: rhys and jack have been trying for a baby for a while. nothing seems to be working until one morning jack wakes up with his scent different and sweeter, and as it turns out, rhys is prolly a little too into the pregnant jack smell.

✨💞 Done and posted over on AO3 💞✨

Feel free to send any more prompt ideas 💘

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Jack lets his head hang like dead weight, trying to enjoy the feeling of Rhys' knot swollen inside him. His body is aching, only the sweet bliss of endorphins from his alpha knot relieves the pain. They've been having sex every available moment, it's only just starting to become tiresome and more of a chore than a pleasure. Jack always feels content afterwards, when Rhys is practically ready to pass out, and they just stay together, quiet, enjoying the release of their bonded pheromones wrapping around them both like a blanket. 

It's more enjoyable for Jack when he's laying on his back, of course, but they've tried that dozens of times, they wanted to test other positions. Admittedly, appreciating how thick Rhys' knot is works best when he's sat up straight, riding him. 

He rests his hands on Rhys shoulders, watching the younger man's chest slowly rise and fall with each steady breath. He doesn't even notice the touch of Rhys' flesh hand against his hip - not until there's an accompanied voice to match.

"Jack," his voice is barely even a whisper. It's wrecked from exhaustion, cracking under the weight of itself, but still manages to be  quintessentially Rhys' at its core. Jack lifts his eyes to look at the younger man. His heart flutters when he sees him smiling. "How you feeling?" 

There's a sorrowful silence for a mere second, before Jack exhales the heaviness cluttering his chest. "I'm fine, kiddo. How's your dick feeling?" He does his best to act normal, but the withering corners of his smile are more of a give away than he realises. Rhys extends a hand to stroke his cheek - the cold metal is surprisingly soothing against Jack's bare cheek, nice against the rough edges of his scar.

"It'll happen, Jack. These things just take time for some people."

Rhys' optimism is warming. It does surprisingly help Jack feel less broken, but it can't work miracles. They've been trying for months to get pregnant, but to no luck. They've seen doctors, fertility specialists, voodoo witches, and hippie love gurus claiming to know the secrets to a bountiful fertile bond, but nothing. There's nothing wrong with either of them, they're both perfectly fertile, everything is in working order, it's just a lack of lady luck, so to speak. Jack doesn't want to admit it, but having no success is beginning to weigh in his self worth more than he appreciates. He's never been a lovey dovey, family oriented, domestic omega, but something about starting a family with Rhys feels unexplainably right. He'd say it's destiny, but that's too cheesy for his liking.

Why couldn't they make a baby then? It seemed like child's play, any moron with a knot and an above average IQ could make it happen, but inexplicably Rhys and Jack couldn't. They'd synced their ruts and heats, they'd used fertility enhancements, they tried every old wives tale as far back as they went, but it seemed like fate had other plans. After a while, the frustration began to infuriate Jack. He wanted this so bad - to give Rhys the family he deserves. It's the one thing he can't threaten or bargain his way into getting! His status as an omega hasn't bothered him since he was a teenager, but now he can't help but resent himself. 

He's lucky to be bonded with the most level-headed, docile alpha known to man. Jack could easily put down any knucklehead that pushed him too much, it didn't matter if they were an alpha or not, but having someone with patience and understanding certainly helped Jack's blood pressure. Sure, stereotypes about alphas and omegas weren't inherently true - Jack and Rhys were proof of that - but Jack couldn't deny when his hormones and pheromones for their heaviest and clouded his judgement, he certainly appreciated the loving embrace of an alpha that adored him no matter what.

After a while, Rhys' knot begins to go down, and Jack, with about as much grace as an oversized gorilla, pops off his lap and flops down beside him on the bed. His eyes shut the second his back meets the mattress. A hand rests against his flat stomach, playing with the coarse hairs covering his skin. Jack peers down to see Rhys watching him, content to do so forever.

"I should probably elevate my hips or some shit, right?" Jack teases, lifting said area and holding himself in position with his hands propped against the small of his back. "Keeps the baby goo inside or whatever."

Rhys grimaces, shaking his head. "Don't call it 'baby goo', that's disgusting."

"True though."

"It's cum - just call it cum!"

Jack laughs. He lets the lower half of his body fall back down, bouncing slightly against the springs. Rhys goes back to mindlessly playing with his belly hair, twirling it, sweeping it one way, enjoying how it feels. Jack tries to ignore the pestering voices crawling out of their hiding holes, telling him he's worthless, that all his accomplishments have been for nothing if he can't have a baby with Rhys. They tell him he deserves this, for all the bad he's done, for being a dictator, for being so selfish most of his adult life.

Rhys can see the wheels turning in Jack's head. The older man thinks he's subtle, but he's as easy to read as a kid's book. He rolls on to his front and crawls up to rest on Jack's chest, pouting playfully, walking his fingers up his biceps. Jack smiles softly.

"It'll happen." He says quietly, but it does little to reassure Jack. Rather, it makes him frown.

"What if it doesn't, huh? Will you be okay without a brat to take care off?"

"You're really convincing me you want this to begin with when you call it a brat." He laughs, but Jack rolls his eyes and turns away. It's harder on him, Rhys knows - it's always the way with omegas, but when your partner is hell-bent on denying old fashioned stereotypes associated with his status, it likely will result in deep seated repression, only to finally show itself in abrupt murderous rampages. Getting Jack to admit he even wanted kids to begin with had been a tedious trial, and it hurts him to know he opened a wound he can't heal.

Rhys takes Jack's face in both his hands and kisses him tenderly, drawing out the passion so it sinks in deep with Jack. He loves him more than words could ever begin to convey, even on his worst days, and he hates to know he can't immediately make things better with the flip of a switch. 

"It," he kisses him again, "will," and again, "happen. I know it will." Rhys says on the end of a heavy breath, kissing him one more time for longer. Jack moans softly, his hand looping round to hold Rhys' waist.

"Will you be okay if it doesn't?" Jack sounds so fragile, maybe even a little scared. Rhys looks at him shocked before kissing his forehead.

"If we've still got each other, that's all that matters, okay?"

Jack accepts it for now, just so he can settle in for the night and get some sleep. It won't keep him happy forever. The inevitable self loathing will come back, stronger, but all he can do is keep going. He doesn't think Rhys is lying either - he probably will be okay with just Jack if they never have kids, but it's still scary to imagine a world where Jack's better half leaves him because he was some kind of detective omega. He puts his arms around Rhys and does his best to think of good things. Against all his instincts, he even says a soft prayer to himself, hoping for good news.

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A few weeks go by with no change. They still fuck like rabbits and research any new fertility treatments available, but it's boring routine at that point. Eventually Jack suggests they think realistically about giving up, which Rhys fights him on and insists they just need to stay positive, but the older man gets serious fast. It's easy to assume Jack's just being his usual aggressive self, dominating the conversation, belittling Rhys to feel like a tough guy, but the truth is he can't handle feeling like a failure much longer. Waking up, taking tests, seeing no change, it's starting to seriously break his heart. 

One morning however, when Rhys had to spend an all nighter at the office, Jack wakes up with what feels like a groggy hangover. Everything is just slightly discombobulated, his limbs feeling heavier than usual, and his eyes take a lot longer to adjust before he can confidently sit up without getting dizzy. He's not sure why he feels so peculiar - he hasn't been drunk in God knows how many months - but he's too tired to really ponder it. He rubs his eyes tirelessly with the balls of his palm, followed by stretching his arms out wide above his head until he hears a distinct crack from his back. 

He thinks about getting himself breakfast, but the comforting heat of his bed is too intoxicating. He wants to snuggle down again, bury himself under his duvet and sleep away his day without a care in the world. Thankfully, just as his stomach begins to rumble, he hears the front door echo, and Rhys' tired voice call up to him. 

"Before you collapse in bed, do me a favour and make some French toast, will ya, pumpkin?" Jack yells out. He grins victoriously when he hears Rhys groan in response. The sound of cutlery clinking together is like music to Jack's ears. 

When Rhys looks shattered when he walks into the bedroom with Jack's food. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, along with his shirt untucked and left scruffy after popping a few buttons, and his eyes struggle to keep themselves open. When the plate is in Jack's hands, he haphazardly clambers out of his suit pants and collapses with a thud into the bed beside Jack, face first in the pillows.

Jack eats his toast, staring at Rhys, amused by the sight of his wonderful alpha disheveled. It takes a few minutes before Rhys moves again, lazily sitting up and running a hand through his hair. The only sound between them is Jack's crunching.

Then Rhys frowns. He turns sharply to face the older man, staring at him quizzically. When Jack catches him he pauses mid bite.

"Wha-?" He mumbles past the toast in his mouth before taking a bite and swallowing. Rhys flares his nostrils and sniffs the air loudly, to Jack's dismay. "What's the deal, cupcake? You're being a freakin' weirdo!"

"Something smells good…" Is all Rhys can say before he's feverishly sniffing the air again. Jack rolls his eyes.

"I'm eating French toast, it's probably that."

Rhys shakes his head. "No, this is different...it's kind of sweet."

"French toast can be sweet--"

"It's not French toast, Jack!" Rhys snatches the plate from his hands to put in the bedside table. Without warning he grabs Jack possessively and sticks his nose flat against the crook of Jack's neck, scenting along their bonding point. It causes the older man to shudder, a sudden spike of heat rushing through his veins and lighting every muscle he has aflame. Rhys inhales deeply up and down his neck repeatedly. It's really sweet - almost sickenly so, but not so much Rhys would want to pull away. It's like a familiar smell, homely, that makes him want more and more so he can unlock a treasured secret. He inhales more, as if even possible.

Jack starts to feel wavy. Rhys' own alpha pheromones begin to fill the air, possessing Jack, gently rocking him into a tranquil trance. He's fully aware of what's happening, but his body is lighter than he remembers it being. It's a safe feeling, an uncontrollable peace that happens when Rhys is blissfully possessive. He moves his arm to touch Rhys' face, wanting to stroke his cheek and maybe try persuade him into a kiss if he's coherent enough to do so. He gets as far as Rhys shoulder before the younger man takes his hand in his own.

Then Rhys licks Jack's sensitive skin, and moans like he's experienced food for the first time after being starved. He licks again, then nips him softly, stopping when Jack starts purring a little too sensually. It takes a lot to pull himself away, but when he does he immediately knows the answers to all his questions. He takes Jack's face in his hands and kisses him excitedly, knocking Jack out of his state.

"You're pregnant!" Rhys cheerfully yells, bombarding Jack with congratulatory kisses. The older man mumbles in confusion, eventually able to detain Rhys from his wild excitement to actually understand what's happening. He stares at Rhys, his eyes wide like dinner bowls.

"Run that by me again, kitten?" He asks urgently, and Rhys obliges, taking his hands in his own.

"Your smell, Jack, it's different! It's us, it's a mix, and it's the most amazing smell I've ever smelled in my entire life!"

Jack is still visibly confused though, baffled by the frantic happiness his partner displays. He lets the words sink in for a moment, then moves to get out of bed, pacing the spot. He thinks about the impossibility, how it's a cruel prank, or a trick, or maybe even a dream. Is there a smell? The French toast still smells pretty good, he doesn't want to say it's him in case it's just his own gluttony tricking him.

Then Rhys pounces out of bed and nuzzles into his neck again, sniffing in short bursts before inhaling deeply again. Jack's legs go tingly, and he has to catch himself against the wall before he falls in a slump. He can feel Rhys' cock tenting his boxers, pushing up against him eagerly. 

"Kid, slow your roll," Jack manages to get out, pushing Rhys off him so he can see his face, still lit up like a Christmas tree. "I'm still catching up. What's that nose of yours trying to tell me?"

Rhys composes himself best he can. He takes Jack's hands in his own and pulls them to his chest. His heart is beating like a jackhammer, fearing it might burst any second. Jack can't fault him, his is about the same if Rhys is really about to confirm what he thinks he is.

"It worked, Jack. You're pregnant."

The words carry such weight to them, Jack's embarrassed to say he actually tears up. It's a surprise to Rhys, he hadn't expected the older man to shed a tear for just about anything, but there he is, waterfalls falling down his cheeks despite his best efforts to stop. Jack frowns despite them, says it's Rhys' fault for inducing some omega hormone in him, but it doesn't ruin the moment. Rhys pulls him in for a long, loving hug and squeezes tight. He takes joy in nuzzling his nose into his neck again, scenting what he's now sure is their offspring, snug and protected inside Jack. It's the sweetest smell he'll ever know, he's sure. 

They book a doctor's appointment to make sure it's all true, and sure enough it's confirmed. Jack gets a scan and they see their pea sized baby on a blurry black and white monitor. It's almost surreal, Jack's convinced he's still dreaming hours after the appointment. It doesn't fully register until he's back home standing in the kitchen, and Rhys has his arms wrapped around his middle. His hands are placed gently over where their child will grow. It makes both their hearts flutter to think about.

When Jack feels an airy fuzziness coming over himself again, he groans, trying to knock Rhys off. "Stop scenting me, for God's sake, or I won't be able to stand the next 9 freakin' months!"

Rhys chuckles. He kisses their bonding spot softly and leans over his shoulder slightly. "It's a really good smell though, Jack."

"Well what do you expect, it's me you're talking about. I produce only the best."

"Yeah," Rhys spins Jack around so they're facing one another and holds him in his arms. He can't help the huge, dopey grin lifting the entirety of his face. "You really do."

[chubbybubby]

Snippet: Jack's very pregnant and heavy and Rhys tries helping best he can

[persephoneggsy]

based on that “text your partner ‘i want a baby’ and screenshot the results” meme

basically an insight into what else i ship besides rhack 

[thethespacecoyote]

Some cute drabble for Thanksgiving. Pregnant Rhys trying to steal bits of food while Jack works hard making dinner. Enjoy!

Jack wiped the sweat off of his forehead and looked up at the sound of the fridge closing shut, just in time to catch a glimpse of Rhys just as the omega furtively ducked away.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Jack hissed, eyes falling to double check none of the food in the various pans cluttering the stove were at risk of burning, before following after his mate. Footsteps thumped against the floor as Rhys quickly waddled away, making a beeline for the living room.

“Nothing, nothing! Go back to cooking!” The omega called back over his shoulder, walking a little faster. Thankfully, with Rhys saddled by his heavy belly it wasn’t too hard for Jack to catch up to him. He placed as gentle a hand as he could on Rhys shoulder, stopping him and turning him around.

Jack put his other hand on his hips and frowned, looking down at the pumpkin pie Rhys held balanced atop his stomach.

“Caught you red-handed, sweetheart…you think you could get past me?”

Rhys stuck out his lower lip, eyes sparkling with its customary pout whenever Jack caught him up to no good. The alpha had been on his toes all day, catching Rhys trying to sneak a spoonful of potatoes or a bit of skin off the cooking turkey. But a whole pie? Rhys was getting bold.

“But I’m super hungry,” Rhys groaned, “and people aren’t getting here for another hour, and you probably won’t be done for another two. I can’t last that long. I’ll starve.”

Jack sighed, patting Rhys’ shoulder as he carefully took the pie from his mate, feeling a twinge of guilt when the omega’s face genuinely fell.

Crap. He was weak. Even as focused on making a perfect Thanksgiving as he was.

“You know I can’t let you have a whole pie, babe. But…”

Jack gently grasped Rhys’ wrist, leading the omega over to the couch and helping him sit down, before kissing the top of his head.

“Let’s see if I can whip something up to tide you over until dinner.”

Jack’s cooking skills were already firing on all canisters, but he managed to scrape up some leftover pie crust and mix up some filling still clinging to the bottom of the can. Before long, he had a nice—if a little thrown together—pumpkin turnover ready and plated.

Rhys’ eyes positively lit up at the sight and smell, and with one more little kiss Jack left him happily munching, waiting for their guests to arrive, and continued on dinner only a couple minutes behind his cooking schedule.

It’d been well worth it to make his pregnant mate happy.

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rhack, accident

This ended up being not my usual subject matter, but I hope you like it. :)

Rhack, a/b/o

“Blood tests are pretty reliable - unlike that patch, I guess.” Rhys grips the counter to stop his hands from shaking as Jack looks over the results, seeming to get stuck on the red boldface at the bottom of the page.

Jack crumples the results in his fist and steps in close, yanking up Rhys’ shirt, but his hand is gentle when it rests against Rhys’ soft, rounded belly.

“Pregnant,” Jack says quietly, triumphantly against Rhys’ lips, and as Rhys sags Jack grins.

“Told you my dick was mighty - ow,” he says as Rhys smacks him, but he gathers Rhys close when he starts shaking again, and if he notices that Rhys’ eyes are wet as the nerves melt into relief he doesn’t say anything.

(5 Sentence Meme)

[candycornskull]

He's so pregnant and he's so happy♥️

[fernva]

tumblr you make me see some weird shit but i draw the fucking line at rhack mpreg

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Jack VS His Chair.

Summary: Jack is 6 months pregnant, and it seems his office just isn't suitable for him anymore. His luxurious chair doesn't give him the support his aching sore back needs.

💝 Link for AO3 💝

Note: Feel free to send me other prompts for omega!Jack here on Tumblr!

Jack isn’t known for his patience on the best of days, but when carrying around a 3 pound developing baby (give or take) on his hips, influencing his mood and needs 24/7, it’s safe to say his patience is nonexistent. He can still do his job perfectly well, but there’s just more obstacles now. More nuisances that catch his attention, distract his focus, and cause him to act out. 

Meetings are slow today, which should be a good thing, but all it means is Jack gets to spend more time sitting behind his desk, filtering between finance reports, and marketing contracts, and submissions for new weapons that can utilize the latest strain of Slag to its best ability. On most days that’s not too bad - a little boring, but all in all, harmless - but since entering his third trimester, he hates sitting at his desk. 

Jack generally can’t sit anywhere for too long, less he faces the wrath of his backache getting unbearable. Sometimes the agony moves through his bones and cramps his limbs, or his chest, or his neck. It’s like his back commands the troops to torture his muscles. In most cases the only cure is a back massage, courtesy of his lover's fingers, but that's not an option currently. Rhys is at Atlas for a few hours, busy schmoozing some benefactors willing to fund his latest string of cryo sniper rifles. This means Jack has to begrudgingly power through the pain. 

3 more months, give or take. That's how long he has left of suffering before the demon spawn draining his life will be in his arms. In theory, 3 months isn't a very long amount of time, but time moves so painstakingly slow when pregnant. He tries to remind himself the reward at the end is worth the pain, but then one of his hellish symptoms kicks in with a wrath. 

His keyboard rattles as he types feverishly, until a strong, searing pain shoots up his spine. He sucks in sharply and holds his breath, freezing. The pain burns at his vertebrae, almost like it's being squeezed by hands caught on fire, determined to make his bones crack. He exhales heavily and leans back in his lavish office chair. He rests a hand on top of his round belly.

"Give daddy a break, will you, princess?" He tries to bargain with his unborn child, but there's no change in his state. The pain doesn't subside, and neither does his irritation. He rubs down his belly, sighing, looking down at his bloated midsection in disappointment. "You know your life is in my hands, right? You really shouldn't be pissing me off."

Silence.

Not that he'd expected a verbal response. He groans under his breath, hiking himself up and leaning over the desk. He pushes a button on his phone and waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk.

"This is Rhys Strongfork, CEO of Atlas corporation, how can I help you?"

He sounds so self righteous and smug, Jack can't help but snicker. "Hay, kitten, how's my favourite rival doing?" He leans back in his seat again. He places a hand on the small of his back and pushes his palm deep into his flesh, hoping to subside the pain. It's miniscule, may as well be nothing.

He hears a light cluttering as Rhys fusses over nick-nacks on his desk. "I should be the one checking in on you. How's our little girl?"

Jack rolls his eyes and sighs. "She's fine. I'm peachy too, thanks for asking."

"I was about to ask how you were too, don't get jealous."

Jack hates the smug, amused tone in his voice. "You could at least ask about me first, since I'm the one lugging around the brat." He rubs the underside of his belly. As usual, a strip of skin peaks free from the confines of his stretched sweater. Rhys has bought him a plethora of clothes to fit his ever growing form, but Jack still insists on wearing his faithful Hyperion sweater. The material is beyond stretched out now, it's working tirelessly to keep him modest, but it can't work miracles. A 6 month pregnant omega bump is too powerful for its cotton.

He hears further rustling on Rhys' end of the phone. He digs the heel of his palm into the side of his belly and holds his breath. A dull pain ricochets from his back round to his abdomen. He manages to distribute the pain and ease the intensity, but little can be done about his back.

"You know I've got baby brain, Jack. Nothing but babies - baby, baby, baby-- it's a curse!"

"Yeah, well you better force me back to front and center. I'm the one doing the hard work, not her."

Rhys laughs softly. "How are you, Jack?" He asks sincerely, though amused. Jack is happy to know no matter what, he's still the one happily in charge of their relationship. Though social standards try to determine the alpha is in charge, especially when their omega is pregnant preparing to deliver, Jack and Rhys don't at all abide by those rules. They never have, and Jack most certainly never will. If Rhys were like other alphas, hot headed and stubborn, determined to dominate him like a foolish brute, Jack would have never agreed to having his baby. He'd been strict about the dynamics of their relationship, and determined to make sure his status as an omega was respected. Jack didn't have shame in his title - in fact, he wore it with pride.

He absentmindedly rubs his belly and exhales as the pain in his back momentarily subsides. "I'm alright, pumpkin. Craving something greasy."

"You sound wound up."

Jack snickers. "Do I? Probably being surrounded by knuckleheads." He laughs again, but the movement makes his back seizes up again, making him yelp embarrassingly. He clutches at the point of pain, and grinds his teeth as it shoots up through his spine like electricity following a circuit. He curses under his breath when he hears Rhys' distressed worries calling for him over the line. "Still here, don't worry."

"Are you okay?! What was that noise?!"

"That noise was me!" With great difficulty, Jack pushes himself out of his luxurious golden chair, arching his back and pushing into the point of discomfort with both his hands before taking one away to cup the base of his belly. Moving is starting to become more difficult by himself, much to his displeasure. Some days he needs Rhys to physically hoist him out of bed. He glares at his chair and begins walking around his desk in circles. "I'm fine though, don't fret."

"Jack, you're 6 months pregnant. All I do is worry." Rhys is moving around more now, changing scenes by the sounds of things as wind brushes by and external chatter fills the void. "I'm coming to see you."

"What?! Oh geez, that's not necessary--"

"When you're carrying around our baby, it's always necessary."

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose. He hates being fussed over, and that's all that happens these days. "No, really, it's not! It's just my damn back playing up!" He hears what he assumes to be Rhys stopping in his tracks. "The baby is fine and dandy though, kicking my bladder and making me the size of a whale. It's the office chair, makes me feel like someones ripping out my spine. I should start bringing a pillow from home."

"Why not buy a more comfortable chair? Don't they sell maternity chairs for working omegas?" Rhys' question is innocent enough, but it makes Jack irritated nevertheless. It's like admitting he's weak, that the chair has bested him. He doesn't realise he's growling until Rhys starts laughing. "It's probably more comfortable than the one you have anyway. Remember when we tried to have sex in it after the office party last year? I almost broke my leg."

Jack chuckles. "That's because you're too freakin' long! Those string beans you call legs weren't made for tight spaces." Jack looks down at the sphere supporting his hips, kneading his brows as he thinks. "Those omega special chairs are a scam though, it's to make possessive alphas like you spend your hard earned money and stroke your ego!"

"The reviews look pretty good to me."

"I don't give a rat's ass what the reviews are like." Jack yells back. He moves to sit back at his desk, but as if the cushions are made of spikes, he immediately yells out in pain and grips the wood of the desk for dear life. He curses so loud an echo reverberates around the office. He tries to power through, scooting forward, only to bump his belly off the desk edge and hurt himself that way. "Jesus fucking Christ, I'm going to airlock whoever made this desk just for inconveniencing me!"

Suddenly there's a knock at his office door. He frowns, looking at it before pressing a button to open the door. Rhys walks in with a smug smile, hanging up the comm he had with Jack. 

"What, how did--"

"I took a fast travel. Come on, I'm taking you chair shopping."

Jack grumbles in annoyance, but after a tender back massage and belly rub, he gives in with little fight.

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I do still take prompts and ideas for Omega/pregnant Jack, I'm just a little slow and getting to them! I have some other fandoms I've been eyeing lately too but I'm anxious to publicly talk about it yet, but Rhack is still big on the brain!

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Oops I didn’t realise I had anon turned off! I’ve got it on now though so if anyone wants to send me some ABO Rhack with omega Jack, I’m open to prompts!! Send them here!

Here’s an example of something I filled the other day: Jack VS His Chair.

I do and will write for other fandoms eventually but for now I’m sticking to ABO Rhack! 

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Rhys totally talks to Jack's baby bump when he's tired enough because Jack gets really whiney when the attention isn't directly in him but if he's sleepy he just pouts quietly and Rhys can just smother him in kisses

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 28: Taking Care of Rhys

“I…” Rhys’ voice cracked. “I’m so sorry Jack! I… I don’t know what’s happening, I don’t know why I couldn’t hold it three more feet!”

No partner. No partner. Rhys was single. He was single and he’d wet himself. Jack grinned.

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When Rhys has a humiliating accident, Jack jumps at the chance to take care of this really cute, very pregnant omega.

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The pregnant omega had been working for Jack for months now and Jack had strangled every person who had given Rhys a critical eye. He had become very protective of Rhys and not just because of their endotype dynamic, but because the man was Rhys. He was one of the best PAs Jack had ever had and he was gorgeous as hell and the cutest thing Jack had ever seen.

They worked perfect together, finishing each other’s sentences, sometimes not even needing words. He’d flirted ruthlessly with him up until he’d been told the omega was pregnant. Then Jack had realized Rhys was taken, and of course he was, who wouldn’t have wanted that man?

Rhys stretched and made a small urgent noise as he stood, seven months pregnant. He scooted away from his desk, shot a sheepish smile to Jack and headed for the bathroom.

Jack forced himself back to work before he watched Rhys like a creeper. He would not eye a taken person.

“What!?” Rhys gasped suddenly.

As Jack stood to help him immediately, he saw the problem. There was a large puddle around Rhys’ feet, soaking his suit pants. The omega looked down in shock.

“Woah, cupcake, your water break? Do you need me to call your partner?”

“What?” His wide eyes frowned at Jack. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a partner? This was from a one night stand…” he groaned. “It’s still going! I knew I had to pee, but I didn’t think…”

“Pee?” Jack looked at the puddle that was getting larger.

“I…” Rhys’ voice cracked. “I’m so sorry Jack! I… I don’t know what’s happening, I don’t know why I couldn’t hold it three more feet!”

No partner. No partner. Rhys was single. He was single and he’d wet himself. Jack grinned.

Rhys covered his mouth, choking down a sob. “I… I can’t believe I just did this… I’ll- I’ll clean this up immediately!”

“No, you won’t,” Jack ordered, his voice harsh and making the omega jump. He went around his desk and to the man, taking his hand. “We’re going to get you cleaned up. I can have someone whose job it is to deal with that.”

“Are you mad?” Rhys whispered.

It broke Jack from his thoughts and he could have kicked himself. “Of course not, it’s just piss, Rhys, there’s been grosser things on this floor.” He smiled, pulling Rhys away from the puddle, other hand at his waist. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I’m gonna trail this!” Tears began to fall down his cheeks.

“Hey,” Jack said softly. He couldn’t resist and pulled the omega into a light kiss. “I don’t care about the mess, Rhysie. Let me take care of you. Is that okay?”

His wet eyes were large. “I didn’t realize…” He smiled. “Yeah… Okay…”

Grinning, Jack lead him to his private elevator. “I thought you were taken,” Jack said. “Otherwise I would have said something sooner. Much sooner. ”

“Oh…” Rhys sniffled. “I just thought… Cause I got pregnant…” His words died.

“Woah, kitten, not even close.” Jack brought Rhys’s hand close and kissed it. “I’ve loved you pregnant.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Jack smirked.

They reached the penthouse and Jack brought him inside, ignoring the concern Rhys had for dragging his mess further. He lead Rhys to his master bathroom through his room. He began a bath and turned to Rhys, stripping the omega of his clothes.

“Ugh, this is humiliating,” Rhys huffed.

“You can do this, if you’d like? I personally am enjoying it.”

“You are?”

Jack kissed him again, this time full force, letting him know just how much Jack was digging this.

Rhys giggled. “You’re a freak.”

“Guilty.”

He threw the jacket and tie to the side and started undoing his shirt, unbuttoning only what was necessary to get the shirt over Rhys’ head and onto the floor. When he peeled away the undershirt, he hummed.

“Damn, you are pretty.” He leaned down and kissed Rhys’ stomach.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Rhys smiled. It disappeared as Jack went to undo the rest of his clothes. “Wait! I can-”

Jack kissed him, silencing him as he touched the soiled clothes. He pulled the rest off, leaving Rhys naked. “Go and hop in.”

“Are you going to join me?”

Jack’s brows rose. “Do you want me to?”

Rhys smirked. “You did say you’d take care of me.”

“Who’s the freak now?”

“You.” Rhys winked as he stepped into the large tub.

The alpha grinned.

[thethespacecoyote]

just some xmas mpreg fluff cause idk, i can’t write anything else rn

“If you don’t grab me a blanket, I’m breaking up with you.”

Jack cast a suspicious eye over the mounds of fleece already covering Rhys’ body, wrapped around him like a festive tornado.

“No offense, pumpkin, but I’m not sure there’s many more blankets left in the house to give,” he snorted, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and sinking further back into his armchair. Rhys narrowed his eyes, shifting slightly underneath the piles of blankets.

“But I’m cold. Your son is cold.” Jack couldn’t see Rhys’ belly underneath all that fleece, but the fabric moved as he rubbed it to make his point. The alpha huffed a little through his nose, used to the fickle whims of his mate, but so relaxed himself he tried convincing Rhys he had more than enough warmth wrapped around him.

“How can he be cold? He’s surrounded by layers of blankets…not to mention layers of you…” Jack tried to argue, only for Rhys to stick out his lip and knit his eyebrows together. Going for the vulnerable look, the one he knew would best prey on Jack’s instincts. The alpha crossed his arms.

“I just…” Rhys fussed, drawing his legs up onto the cushion, underneath the fabric lump. “I got all these from the hall closet, and we don’t use them too often, and I thought it’d be fine but.”

“Ah.” Jack nodded. “You…they don’t smell right.”

“…Yeah.” Rhys mumbled, rubbing the hem of one red and white striped blanket. “You know, there’s the one on the bed, the satiny yellow one you like to cuddle with—“

“I don’t cuddle,” Jack growled, even as he finally pushed himself up and out of his woefully comfortable armchair. He shivered as he walked down the hallway away from the warmth of the living room, snagging the blanket from the crumple on his side of the bed before returning to his mate.

Rhys brightened considerably at the sight of the blanket, hands reaching out to grab at the hem and tug it around his face and neck. Jack watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, thin fabric fluttering with his breath.

Despite himself, Jack decided to forgo his armchair to sidle up next to his omega on the couch, leaning up against the wrapped bundle of and planting a kiss high on Rhys’ cheek.

“Don’t tell me you’d rather have that ratty old thing than the real deal…” Jack pressed his hands around the blankets before slipping them into the openings until he found Rhys’ body beneath all the layers of warmth. He managed to press a palm against the omega’s belly as he snuggled in closer. Rhys lifted his nose from the blanket, leaving it draped about his neck as he nuzzled against his alpha.

“Why choose, when I can have both?” He smirked, before thanking Jack with a small kiss just at the corner of his lips.

[thethespacecoyote]

I just wanted to write a thing where mob Jack saves pregnant detective Rhys from a burning building, thats all this is

Jack was about ready to go home.

He hadn’t even bothered to dress up in his usual duds for this job, merely slinging one of his blazers on over a shirt. After all, a little evidence-burning wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. Even if said “evidence” was an entire warehouse down at the harbor.

Whatever. Jack had the dockworkers union paid off anyway. No one would suspect a thing until the cops came to investigate the smoking, burnt-out ruin.

Jack watched idly as his men moved in and out of the warehouse’s entrance, laying explosives and salvaging anything of value left inside before they blew the whole thing sky-high. The damp, night air kissed his skin, making him crave a cigar to warm himself up, but he hadn’t brought any with him. This was supposed to be a quick job. Torch the warehouse and anything left inside so Jack could curl up in bed for the rest of the night.

It’d been a little harder to get proper sleep lately, and Jack had always slept decently enough for someone with countless murders on his conscience. Didn’t help that the new detectives nipping at his heels were a hell of a lot less fun than their forebear. Jack pursed his lips at the memory of the last time he’d seen his sorely-missed Detective Somerset, who’d just had to go and get himself knocked up and thus ruin Jack’s fun by taking leave of his job. Jeez. Total buzzkill. Jack was really gonna let him have it as soon as he came back.

If he came back.

Jack hissed into the night air, feeling a little antsy. He watched as one of his underlings moved the last crate of explosives in through the door, before turning to his guard. Wilhelm grunted in response and cocked his eyebrow.

“Gonna take a walk. Keep an eye on these doofuses and make sure they don’t blow themselves up, huh?” Jack opened his jacket to show off the golden handle of a pistol shoved into his coat pocket when Wilhelm looked at him skeptically.

“I don’t need a frikkin’ babysitter, I can handle myself for a couple minutes,” Jack growled as he turned on his heels away from his guard and the rest of his scrambling men, walking down one side of the warehouse. He kept a respectable distance from the walls, just in case someone screwed up and detonated the explosives a little too early. Considering Jack only really trusted himself to do anything right, it seemed a valid concern.

He stuck his hands in his pants pockets, slouching into his stride as he walked through the misty night, the streetlights above him foggy and casting less light than they might usually. He tried to keep his mind clear of any unpleasant or annoying thoughts, idling casting his gaze about the deserted docks in front of him. There wasn’t much in this particularly spot apart from the warehouses, and the only noises he could make out were the distant sound of sirens and the hum of the freeways.

Jack was about ready to turn around and walk back to properly wrap this night up, when something near the end of the warehouse glinted in the faded moonlight. Jack stopped, recognizing the gleam of a car fender, then the short length of a grey-blue hood. He slid his hand into his jacket, fingering the handle of his gun as he started to approach once more. As he grew closer, got a better look at the car it became more and more familiar, sending a prickle of apprehension into his gut.

It was definitely Detective Somerse—Rhys’ car. Jack knew the license plate well, from pictures his men had snagged of the omega’s personal life. But Rhys wasn’t inside. In fact, as Jack looked around, he couldn’t see him anywhere. What the hell? Had something happened to him?

Jack peered through the dim window, eyes landing upon a sheaf of papers clipped onto a manila envelope. Was Rhys on a job?

No. That couldn’t be. Rhys was supposed to be on maternity leave. Jack hadn’t seen him out in the field in weeks now, for good reason. He was supposed to be away, tucked in his home nice and safe and getting chubby on ice cream pickles.

Jack’s heart plummeted as he turned away from the car, a sick suspicion rising up from his stomach as he raced back down the length of the warehouse back to where his men were gathered. He waved his arms and shouted, trying to grab their attention.

“Hey, assholes, wait! Don’t set it off yet, don’t—“

Jack couldn’t get any more words out as the building besides him suddenly detonated. The sounds of shredded metal and shattering ground blasted into his ears, nearly knocking him off of his feet. He stumbled forward, his stomach twisting itself in half as he watched flames explode out through the windows, littering the ground with shards of glass. Jack’s heart leapt up from the pit of his stomach into his throat, choking him as he watched the warehouse go up in flames.

“Damn it…damn it!” Jack snarled, deaf to the shouts of his men as they raced towards him. He wasn’t about to give up now, not when Rhys could still be inside that frikkin’ place. If Jack didn’t go and check if he was still alive, he would never forgive himself.

Jack stripped his blazer off his body as he raced into the warehouse’s side entrance, the heat emanating from the burning walls already too much to bear with the additional layer. He wrenched open the door and stumbled his way inside, coughing at the smoke that billowed out.

“Rhys!” He called, his voice scratching against his throat. The interior smelled awful, of burning raw materials and blast residue. He prayed that he was crazy, that maybe Rhys had never entered the warehouse at all—or that if he had, he’d been far enough away from the blast as to not render Jack’s rescue futile from the start.

The alpha dodged some broken glass and rounded a pile of wooden crates knocked askew in the explosion, only to find a pallet stacked high with reinforced concrete slabs standing in his way. Some pieces had already fell and cracked onto the floor, covering it in scattered rubble. Flames licked around on the other side, quickly eating at the structure holding them in place—yet even the smoke pouring in from all around couldn’t mask the figure lying limp and prone on the floor besides the stack.

“Shit, Rhys,” Jack scrambled forward, voice muffled by the hand clamped over his mouth. His leather shoes squeaked as he skidded to his knees besides the body, knocking away the bits of debris laying over the detective’s legs. For a moment Jack’s eyes swam too much to see whether he was breathing, but a press of fingers beneath Rhys’ jaw thankfully confirmed a fluttering pulse. Moments later the detective’s eyelids twitched, revealing bleary eyes that looked up at Jack without full understanding.

“Wh…what happened…” Rhys moaned before a rough cough cut across his words. His stomach, noticeably rounded beneath his uniform, shook with each gasp. Jack’s heart clenched with worry—smoke and blunt-force wounds weren’t exactly good for unborn pups—as he stripped off his shirt and pressed the balled material loosely over Rhys’ mouth and nose.

“Easy…easy cupcake, just breathe, I’m getting you out of here, ‘kay?” Jack assured as he slid his hands underneath Rhys’ legs and back, supporting him the best he could while remaining mindful of his belly and any potential injuries. Jack’s muscles strained as he heaved, swaying to his feet with Rhys cradled in his arms. The omega moaned into the shirt as he tried his best to hold it to his face. Jack turned his head and coughed, his lungs starting to hurt now from the heat and oily smoke as he rushed back towards the entrance, desperate to get back out into the cool night air.

“Boss!” Wilhelm grunted as Jack shouldered his way back out of the warehouse, his hands grabbing onto Jack’s shoulders and pulling him away just as a second, earth-shattering explosion burst behind him. Rhys cried out and flinched in the alpha’s arms as the building’s door nearly blew off its hinges, sending debris and busted glass scattering out over the ground.

“H-holy shit,” Jack gasped, casting a look behind him at the burning warehouse, before returning his attention to the omega in his arms. Rhys curled into Jack’s chest, cheek pressed up against one tattooed pec as he took deep breaths of the damp air. He held Jack’s shirt balled up in his hand like a teddy bear, something for his trembling fingers to cling onto.

“Rhys? Rhysie, you okay?” Jack crouched, laying the omega carefully down on the ground while keeping his back supported. Without thinking, Jack rested his hand atop the omega’s stomach, cupping the ample swell beneath his clothes.

“I…I think so…” Rhys gasped, his hand too coming to touch his belly, not bothering to push away Jack’s palm. “The…the baby…”

Jack ground his teeth together, his neck prickling with instinct. God. Rhys and his pup could’ve died in there. If Jack hadn’t been in just the right place at just the right time, the kid would’ve been frikkin’ toast. The thought made him want to cling on to Rhys and never let go, even if he was supposed to be on leave. Even if they sat clear on two opposite sides of the law.  

But he decided instead to do the next best thing. He looked up at Wilhelm who hovered above them, awaiting a command.

“Bring the car. We’re going back to my place. With him.” Jack slid his arm back underneath Rhys’ legs, managing to pull him up into his arms again even with the adrenaline starting to drain from his body. He could hear sirens off in the distance, steadily growing louder as the flames consuming the warehouse licked higher.

Jack moved in the direction of the car as Wilhelm raced on ahead to start it. He really wanted nothing less than to tangle with the cops tonight—especially as the only one he really cared about needed his help.

Whether Rhys wanted it or not.

[thethespacecoyote]

Labor day prompts? You got it! Rhys is pregnant, but Hyperion's a busy company, so he keeps going to work anyway, as Jack's PA. Ends up going into labor during a very long, very, very important business meeting, but tries to hide it for as long as possible for the sake of their company.

im sorry if this has mispellings but i wrote it while drunk (apparently that was the only way i was gonna write anything today)

Jack hadn’t expected much from the day’s meeting.

Rhys’ due date was still a couple weeks out, and though Jack would prefer he stay off his feet all things considered, he still let Rhys give the presentation, on the promise he’d spend the rest of the day letting Jack pamper him. Naturally Rhys had agreed, eyes already alight, presumably thanks to everything he knew he could make Jack do.

Still, Jack kept an eye on his mate as Rhys stood up to start the presentation, jacking his port into the podium at the front of the meeting table and projecting the slides against the largest wall in the room. He watched Rhys support his bulk against the the stand, supporting his belly with one hand as he directed the meeting’s attention towards the information regarding the preliminary evidence pertaining to the latest eridium mine uncovered in Pandora’s western hemisphere. Rhys had taken a personal interest in this project, his first major discovery since signing on as Jack’s personal assistant. Jack knew Rhys had been eager to prove himself competent despite the fact that he was pregnant and about to birth Jack’s child. He wanted to be more than just the omega rearing the next Hyperion heir.

Jack already knew the information on the mine, having rehearsed this presentation at Rhys’ behest numerous times in the days before the meeting, but he paid attention anyway, admittedly getting lose more in the appearance of his omega than what he was actually saying. God, Rhys looked pretty. Following a couple hiccups of nausea and exhaustion early on, pregnancy had treated Rhys like a frikkin’ prince. His hair looked more lush, his skin softer and more vibrant, his libido heightened to ludicrous new heights. Rhys had been an absolute treasure of an omega beforehand, but carrying Jack’s kid had somehow made the CEO realize exactly how lucky he was to have him as his mate.

He nodded along dreamily to Rhys’ words, admiring how eloquent the omega had become since he’d first been hired as Jack’s PA. He remember the first time Rhys had come into this office, ostensibly for punishment, as Jack had been informed that the kid had been funneling funds into his personal account. He’d barely been able to get a couple words out in between panic at his impending death and awe at Handsome Jack’s presence, and yet the impressive way he’d covered up his tracks—as well as his sweet appearance and delectable smell—had spared him, garnered him a position at Jack’s side. And as far as Jack was concerned, that decision had paid off for the both of them.

When Rhys finally finished his presentation, Jack clapped his hands together sharply, leading an approving applause from the board members. Yet when the omega stepped away from the podium his face suddenly crumbled in pain, a whine fleeing from his lips where confident speech had sprung just a couple moments earlier.

Jack leapt up in an instant, striding the length of the table to his omega’s side. Rhys’ cheeks puffed out with effort as he cradled the side of his stomach, face suddenly growing red and sweaty as his knees wobbled. He braced himself up against the podium until Jack reached his side, hand bracing against the small of Rhys’ back as the other went to support his belly. Jack’s eyebrows shot up in alarm at the ripple of muscle tightening under his palm.

“Kitten? What the hell, what’s going on?”

A short laugh popped from between Rhys’ lips as he tilted his head up, meeting Jack’s eyes with a pained, slightly sheepish glance.

“So uh, funny story, I’ve sorta been having contractions since this morning…”

Jack felt like the air’d been punched out of him.

“What? You’re—the baby—you’re gonna—“

“Ooh—“ Rhys moaned, fingers pressing into his stomach, the fabric of his dress shirt crinkling. “I was trying to hold out, it wasn’t too bad but nngh, might need to go to the hospital now.”

“Y-yeah, uh, I’m thinking we needed to go to the hospital six hours ago,” Jack grunted, his heart and hands numb as he tried to maneuver Rhys into his arms. Shaken as he was by the sudden news that his omega had been in labor, somehow without him knowing, for hours, he still found enough strength to loop his arms underneath Rhys’ body and hoist the omega up into his arms. Rhys rubbed his face against Jack’s shirt with a tight whine, curling up around his round belly as Jack turned to look out over the rest of the shocked assembly.

“Safe to say the rest of the meeting is cancelled, huh?” Jack commanded before he swept out of the meeting room, all thoughts fixed intimately on the state of his omega and soon-to-be pup as he raced as fast as he could off in the direction of their doctor’s office.