Pairings: Alpha!Robby x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jack x Omega!Reader
When your shitty ex alphahole boyfriend tracks you down across the country, Jack and Robby take it upon themselves to take care of you. And him.
Warnings for this series: Robby and Jack may be a little darker than you're used to, it comes with the omegaverse territory in this one. Obviously, omegaverse dynamics. Normal Pitt canon stuff. Medical inaccuracies. discussions of abuse, assault, etc. No smut. At least there's none in the outline. I lied. There's totally smut. I'm not sure it's good smut but eh. I'm sure there's more but that's most of it.
omegaverse where omegas on the cusp of their heats tend to get... bitey. inflamed gums, sore jaws; nothing that can't be fixed by biting down, hard, into their partner's muscle (preferably their trapezius, but most omegas'll make do with an inner forearm or pectoral if need be) and squeezing. it's an evolutionary quirk, and not every omega feels the urge — the breakdown's about 85/15, 'bout the same percentage as people who taste cilantro instead of soap. but it's something that wasn't really... made public, when jack was coming up through the ranks. robby, too; it was just something that you did at home, did privately and kept the lid on as best you could in public.
he and robby hail from an era before teething toys were de rigueur in the privacy of one's own home, much less the workplace. jack feels every year of his age each time he spots mel placing sutures with the pendant of her chewy necklace in her mouth, or dennis gnawing absently at the silicone band of his ID bracelet while charting with the other hand.
jack's reminded how different the world they live in now is every time he spots the small scars on robby's knuckles, all old and long-healed, or the raw cuticles and the teeth grinding and the chewed-bloody lip whenever his cycle starts to ramp up — not at all uncommon in an omega of his age.
nobody'd think less of robby if he started using oral stims — on the contrary, jack's got it on good authority (dana's, specifically) that robby's ducklings think he's progressive as fuck for not blinking twice at designation accomodations in the ED — but every time jack's brought it up in the past, robby just gives him the same half-smile that scrunches up his eyes and asks jack, "why would I want any one of those toys when I could be sinking my teeth in right here?" as he slides his fingers under the neckline of jack's shirt to pet over the bite marks scarred into the skin there.
Summary: The move across town was supposed to be simple. Settle in with an old friend so they could split the rent, forget about her asshole alpha ex, and focus on her work and the new puppy she'd adopted. The last thing Willow wanted to do was get caught up with another cocky alpha. Then, from what Parker had been telling her, Jack Abbot had a tendency to upend even the most solid plans.
AN: Happy gifting day, @i-mushi. I was thrilled to be paired with someone who also loves omegaverse fic for @the-pitt-gift-exchange. This gift will be delivered in three short installments because unfortunately my brain has not been cooperating the past month or so when it comes to writing more than a few words. Part one and two will be SFW. Part three will be NSFW. This is not my strongest starting chapter, but things will improve soon. Sorry.
“I just—this was so out of the blue and I don’t want to intrude.”
“We’ve been friends for years. There is no way you could intrude,” Parker insisted. “Especially bringing that cutie along. You know I don’t just let anyone crash here. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. Besides, we work opposite hours. We’ll barely ever see each other at the house. And I can handle daytime doggy care.”
That had been the main upside, right alongside getting some space from her ex.
The recent policy change from her former landlord—on top of the cost of rent having almost doubled in the last six months—had been the last straw. She made a commitment when she took in an animal, her profession aside. She couldn’t bring herself to rehome the ten-week-old German Shepherd, no matter how many shoes and purse straps he had tried to destroy in the two weeks she’d had him.
“Last box to bring up,” their helping hand, John, said from the stairwell.
“And just in time for us to run. Thanks, Shen.”
“Thanks,” Willow echoed. “Hope your shift isn’t too crazy.”
Parker swiped her bag off the counter, making it halfway down the stairs before turning back. “Oh, we’re actually across from a cat owner, so just be mindful of that. Abbot said Duchess is a darter.”
“Duchess?”
She shrugged. “His niece’s idea. Smart-ass teenager and he still gives her whatever she wants.” Something told Willow that her roommate had had the pleasure of watching the mentioned teen grow into that behavior—and possibly encouraged it.
“Alright. I’ll keep Zeus on his leash anyways.”
~~~~~
Just as Parker suggested, there was little to no overlap when they saw each other, and didn’t get a look at the mentioned neighbor until almost a week after move-in day. “We’re supposed to be leaving now, Kaylee. It’s a school night and your mom wants you back for dinner.”
Willow paused a few steps below their shared landing, trying not to be too obvious when she assessed the man currently blocking her door. He was handsome, certainly. Built in a way that told her he spent at least some of his time outside the hospital working to keep himself in shape.
“Coming,” a softer voice floated out. “I’m coming. Bye, Duchess.”
“Damn cat,” the man grumbled, crossing his arms as he turned. “Ah. I’m in your way, aren’t I? My new neighbor, I assume?”
“Willow.”
“Willow,” he repeated.
And damn her promise to put any thoughts of cocky alphas from her mind—and Parker’s dozen’s of ED stories told her Jack Abbot fit that mold perfectly—but she already felt herself slipping, just hearing her name roll off his tongue. As if she had any business even looking at a man so much older than her. Then, she’d always found some appeal in someone more experienced.
His mouth curled up when he took note of the scrubs she was dying to change out of. It had been… a day. “Ellis failed to mention you work at the hospital too. Which department?”
She didn’t get the chance to correct his assumption, a curly-haired teen rushing out to join them. “Okay. Ready, Uncle Jack.”
“Truck’s unlocked. Get a move on.” He descended a step, closing the distance between them. Even pressed against opposite railings, the stairwell only allowed so much room. His scent washed over her, strong, but not unplesantly so. She’d even go as far as to say soothing to the nerves she couldn’t fully explain. “It’s nice to meet you, Willow. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”
~~~~~
Jack
Jack Abbot wasn’t a nosy man, generally speaking. Curious about a rare or risky procedure, eager to study cases, always willing to pick up a new technique, sure. But he didn’t care about the hot gossip at nurses station and rarely put anything north of a ten in the night shift betting pools. That’s why this sudden curiosity with his neighbor was getting under his skin.
Asking Ellis wasn’t an option. She’d see right through him and mock him for months. Probably have a few choice words about him eying a woman far too young for him—not to mention the other alpha’s fierce protective streak. If they had truly been friends for years… well, Jack knew just how attached Parker could grow behind the “tough resident” act.
Still, if he kept his tone casual enough…
He glanced over to where his favorite resident sat charting. “So. Finally ran into your new roommate.”
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Supernatural
Ship: SamJack
Additional Tags: Alpha Jack Kline, Omega Sam Winchester, Neck Kissing, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Wordcount: 100
Summary:
Jack presents.
Jack presents in the middle of the night, something Sam’s made aware of by the shock of a stranger in his bed. It takes him too much time and panic to register that the Alpha he’s smelling is Jack, long enough for him to pull back and whisper, “Am I doing something wrong?”
Jack’s voice is strained and soft, and Sam can still feel the warmth his mouth left at his neck.
Sam shouldn’t let him, but he’s weak, whispers back, “No, it’s alright, Jack,” and lets him close until Jack can mouth affectionately at Sam’s skin, scenting and suckling.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: they love you and then they eat you
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43832901
Ships: Jack/Sam, Cas/Sam
Rating: explicit
Tags: a/b/o dynamics, normal life AU, omega!sam, alpha!jack, top!jack, bottom!sam, first time, pseudo-incest, dubious consent, body horror
Characters: Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Word Count: 5 k
Summary: Something is changing in Jack. Sam helps (doesn’t help).
Tags: Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Alpha Jack Kline, Alpha/Alpha, Omega Sam Winchester (mentioned), Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Knotting, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Jack Kline, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Dean Winchester, Jealous Dean Winchester, First Time, First Kiss, Banter, Arguing, Violence, the violence is fairly mild it’s mainly just the set-up for the sex, Wall Sex, Age Difference, Barebacking, Mentioned Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Mentioned Jack Kline/Sam Winchester, Come as Lube, Porn, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Heart-to-Heart, Manhandling, Claiming, Mating Bites, Loss of Control, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, POV Jack Kline
Summary: Jack is drawn to unmated omega Sam. His asshole alpha brother Dean is having none of it.
(A.k.a "Knot the omega you are looking for")
“What the fuck is this?" Dean snapped, throwing a bouquet of wildflowers at Jack as he stormed into the man-cave.
Jack caught it but his bowl of Reese’s Puffs cereal spilled and tumbled to the floor. He scowled at Dean and placed the flowers on the arm of the La-Z-Boy recliner. "Don’t tell me you don’t know what flowers are.”
Dean rolled his eyes. "Why were they in Sam's room?"
"Because I gave them to Sam. Why were you in his room?"
"Putting his laundry in there. That's not the point. I'm pretty fucking tired of you constantly putting moves on him."
Jack raised an eyebrow before turning his attention back to the TV. "Sam's an unmated omega.”
"And you just conveniently didn't notice my scent marking?"
"Is that supposed to mean something to me? Your scent is inescapable, Dean. It’s everywhere.”
Dean snarled and grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and heaved him up out of the chair. "You’re too smart to be so fucking stupid. I meant on Sam."
Jack's breath hitched at Dean's fury but he raised his chin, stomping out any hint of weakness. "No, I didn’t notice."
"Well you should, Jack. Because it’s my knot that gets him through his heats. So I'm gonna tell you straight up: fuck off," Dean said.
Jack swallowed a groan and tried to extricate himself from Dean’s grasp. "No. Your agreement is out of convenience, not love. Maybe Sam wants to explore his options."
Dean forced Jack backward and slammed Jack against the brick wall by the open door. Sam could come back from the supply run any second and -
“Get off me," Jack panted and shoved Dean’s chest, hard.
The push sent Dean off balance but he didn't let go of Jack. He thrust Jack back into the wall and pinned him there. "I don't care what you think you have going on with my brother. He's not available."
Jack’s insides turned into liquid. "How do you know? Have you asked him what he wants?"
"Sam is mine. My brother, my omega, mine." There was a pounding in Jack’s blood, a click in his head. Dean’s lips were rosy; fuckable. Maddeningly distracting. Really, Dean’s whole face screamed omega at first blush but Dean had been quick to put those thoughts to bed.
"He’s never stated that. Can you blame me for trying? Sam's so pretty." Jack sounded needy and mindless rather than confident and in control.
"I don't blame you. I'm just telling you enough is enough.”
Jack quit trying to escape. It was fruitless. Dean was bigger and stronger and he just couldn’t. "Did you really think that if you ordered me to stop I’d obey?"
"Maybe I should put you in your place then."
Jack jolted, dick straining. Disgusting. Shameful. And so hot. His eyes wandered to the Foosball table, the unfinished bar, Dean’s toys, his whole domain. He was just another thing in Dean’s den to be used as Dean saw fit. "If you're trying to scare me it’s not going to work.”
Dean snickered. "Thought so. You dirty boy. Moaning and whining like a bitch in heat while I touch you."
Jack was dripping inside his pants. It didn't even matter that Dean was laughing at him, his dick, his knot, knew what it wanted. "You’re not my type,” Jack lied because he wasn’t ready to inflate Dean’s overblown ego just yet.
"Your type seems to be oversized omegas but we're going to fix that, aren't we?" Dean maneuvered Jack so he was facing the wall. “You want me to fuck you, Jack? Claim you?"
"Dean," Jack keened, canting his hips. His mind was stuck on claim claim claim. Such a derogatory word to use when playing with another alpha.
Dean dragged his teeth over the nape of Jack's neck. A threat, a tease. So unfair. "Bet you wish you could get wet for me." He snaked an arm around Jack's body, found his cock. Squeezed it. "I should keep you both.”
Jack groaned, rocking against Dean’s hand. Dean’s hand was fire, it was a brand. "You don't even like me."
"Who said I don't like you?"
"You did with your attitude. All the glaring and baring of teeth," Jack rasped and looked over his shoulder so he could gaze into Dean’s piercing eyes.
"Yeah, well. Maybe if you didn't choose to sniff around Sam... “ Dean pushed Jack's shirt up and over his head and threw it on the floor.
Jack drifted away from the wall, facing Dean to give him better access. "It was like that before I 'sniffed around Sam.'"
"Whatever." Dean started on Jack's pants. Once Jack was naked, Dean roughly grabbed Jack’s chin and consumed him with a heated kiss. His free hand stroked Jack. Slow. Torturous.
Until it wasn’t.
Dean let out a growl that shook Jack down to his bones, his innermost parts. He manhandled Jack back into position, nose facing the wall like he was a naughty child in time-out. And then Dean was sinking to his knees.
“What are you - oh!” Jack’s body threatened to collapse when Dean pulled his cheeks apart and buried his face between them, forcing his tongue into Jack’s hole. A place he’d never let anyone. A place that was only Jack’s.
Dean was deadset on barreling through any boundary Jack had ever had without bothering to ask him if it was okay. And Jack couldn’t even be mad, no one had ever made him feel this wanted, this desirable.
“Two little omegas,” Dean purred against hot flesh. His tongue was slippery-wet, fucking in and out, making Jack’s toes curl. Too much, not enough. “All for me.”
“Not an omega.”
“You will be when I’m finished with you.”
Jack wanted to laugh at the sheer idiocy of Dean’s statement. The certainty. Dean was letting his inner alpha run wild and dominate every part of their interaction and it showed. “You’re delusional.”
“Nah. I just know a knot-slut when I smell one,” Dean said and went right back to destroying Jack with that wicked tongue. Dean’s hand found Jack’s cock again and pumped him expertly as he ate Jack out. “Come on, baby. Give up the goods, make a mess in my hand. You know I need it, we need it,” Dean said, using his alpha voice.
Jack’s window of opportunity, his chance to fight tooth and nail, was long gone - not that it ever would’ve ended differently. Dean was too strong and Jack didn’t really want to get away, even if it meant the humiliation of being taken and claimed rather than being the one doing the claiming.
Dean wanted him, a turn of events he wouldn’t have expected a few short weeks ago. Actually, he wouldn’t have thought it possible twelve hours ago -
“Jack,” Dean said, nipping Jack’s ass cheek. Jack came with a soft whine into Dean’s hand, his sloppy, tongue-fucked hole clenching greedily.
“Oh, baby. You can do better than that,” Dean purred. Dean waited a few beats before pressing two come-slick fingers into Jack.
“I don’t understand.”
“Gotta scream for me, Jack. Gotta beg me real sweet.”
“Dean, no,” Jack said, his voice wavering as he fucked himself on Dean’s hand.
“Nuh-uh, try again. Dean, yes.” Dean added another finger and Jack was afraid he’d break, that he was being pushed beyond his limit, beyond what his body could take. His hole felt so small with Dean inside him, how on earth was an alpha cock supposed to fit?
“Can’t -”
“Yeah, you can, baby. And you will. And you want it.” When Dean started to withdraw his fingers Jack tried to turn and see - but Dean was prepared for that. “No moving. Not yet.”
Jack huffed and settled. “You’re really starting to get on my nerves, Dean.”
“Welcome to the club,” Dean said, his giant hands using Jack for support as he returned to his feet. He only removed his hands long enough to rid himself of his clothes, tossing them into a messy pile, and then he was back to crowding Jack against the wall. And oh, Dean’s cock burned even hotter than his hands. He humped between Jack’s cheeks, making his home near Jack’s hole. Ready to claim it properly any second. “That’s how you make me feel all the time.”
“So, I was right! You can’t stand me,” Jack said, trying to avoid the sting, trying to ignore the ache and embarrassment. He’d been told more than once he was too sensitive for his own good. His hurt was confirmation, proof the criticisms were correct.
Dean kissed the nape of Jack’s neck, dragged his lips along it. Jack’s body was a treacherous thing because he arched into the contact like the slut Dean had proven him to be. “It’s complicated. C’mon Jack, don’t act like you don’t get it. Sometimes love can be hateful. We hurt people we love more than we hurt people we couldn’t give a damn about.”
“Shut up, Dean.”
“Aw, baby. I have what you need,” Dean crooned and began pressing his cock into Jack’s ass.
The impossible stretch made Jack’s eyes water. “I can’t,” Jack choked out. He squirmed as Dean sank deeper and Jack’s inner alpha screamed at Jack to fight. To push Dean away. Out. “You have to -”
“Relax.” Dean soothed his big, callused hand over Jack’s lower back. “You’ll work yourself into a panic if you don’t.”
“No, Dean, you don’t understand. We were wrong to try. Alphas aren’t made to fit a knot,” Jack said, his last words breaking and twisting into a moan.
“Feels right to me. Looks awesome, too.” Dean grabbed the meat of Jack’s ass. Spread Jack’s cheeks as he continued to glide in, punching the air out of him with each thrust. Jack could only ride the waves of discomfort in hopes he came out the other side relatively unscathed. “Your hole is doing the work it needs to do. I’ve got you.”
“Okay, Dean,” Jack groaned. Nodded. He ached more than anything but Dean believed Jack could handle Dean’s cock - so Jack could trust him.
“I wanna take you hard,” Dean panted, licking a hot stripe along Jack’s neck.
“You really wanna mess me up, don’t you?”
Dean laughed and shoved in brutally, cock pulsing with the need to knot. “Only in the best ways.”
“Please shut up.” The pace was quick. Bruising. There was a choking relief at being fucked.
“Oh, I got a ‘please’ this time? Gotta mark this on my calendar, write it down in my diary. ‘I dicked Jack so good he said please. Can’t wait to do it again.’”
“You really are an asshole,” Jack said, face flaming from humiliation as Dean cackled like a lunatic. Dean was teasing Jack and it wasn’t nice - but he’d said something very important, too. Something Jack needed clarification on. “Do you wanna fuck me again, though?”
Dean hummed. Kissed the lobe of his ear. Breathed into it. “Hell yeah.”
Jack whined and yelped as Dean’s next shove hit just right. “Dean, you’re killing me.”
“Better start working on your stamina, kid, because I have no interest in going easy on you. Ever,” Dean promised as he plunged deep into Jack.
Jack came unexpectedly with a sob, lost as Dean fucked him through the aftershocks. “Dean - please. Please can we -” his voice cut off, moaning as Dean pulled out of him. His ruined hole clenched on nothing. An eager, hungry thing.
“C’mon,” Dean ordered, tugging Jack away from the wall and over to the recliner. Dean sat first, patting his lap expectantly. “Sit on me, baby.”
Jack didn’t need to be told twice. His legs were desperate for a break. He scrambled onto Dean’s cock as fast as his body would let him, moaning as he sank down, taking everything. His puffy, abused hole so happy to be filled with Dean’s giant cock. “You have to come, too, don’t leave me alone,” Jack finally rasped, rolling his hips.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you in a minute,” Dean purred. Squeezing the globes of Jack’s ass.
When Dean’s knot started to inflate it was bigger than anything Jack had imagined, it filled up every empty space and then some, and Jack thought he’d scream or stop breathing altogether when Dean’s knot almost popped out and he dragged Jack closer to him, making sure his knot and come stayed in. “Told you. I’m too small,” Jack said faintly as more of Dean’s come shot inside.
“I disagree,” Dean said in his smug alpha tone then bit down on Jack’s neck, leaving a raw, tender wound. A claiming mark. “Mine.”
“Dean. I didn’t say you could do that.” There was a not-so-secret part of him that liked it, that just needed to be forced. Playing with Dean made him feel insane.
“You didn’t have to.” Jack smacked Dean’s chest and he caught Jack’s wrist in his tight grip.
“Need more training, huh? Maybe when my knot goes down I should tie your feisty little ass up in my room, keep you near me always.”
Jack bared his teeth. “Dean, you can tease me all you want, it doesn’t change anything. I’m an alpha. Not an omega. I’m going to keep wanting what I want.”
“You still want Sam.” Relief trickled into Jack. It wasn’t a question. Maybe they were getting somewhere, maybe there was hope this could end without too much drama or tears. “I get it. Anyone with half a brain does.” Dean faltered, fell silent again. Jack tried to give Dean room to think, tried to wait. For a few seconds, anyway. He wracked his brain for a solution. Couldn’t leave Dean alone. Coax it out of him. Jack tossed his head, gazed at Dean through his lashes, and milked Dean’s knot. Come on, Dean. You can do it. And then - success. Dean’s eyes softened and he let go of Jack’s wrist. “You got under my skin in a way others didn’t. Hasn’t done great things for me. I know Sammy loves me. But I could just stick with him the rest of my life and be happy - I don’t think the same could be said about him. So, yeah, maybe I was feeling a little, uh, threatened by you or whatever.”
For a heartbeat, Dean looked so damned sad. Little boy lost. It was gone in a blink but Jack had seen it. Dean’s insecurities, his fears, laid bare for Jack. “You know he doesn’t need to choose, right? If Sam needs more than just you… he could have it all? We could share?” Jack placed a hand on Dean’s cheek. “I won’t try to replace you, Dean.”
Dean hummed. His gaze roamed over Jack, making Jack’s heart jump. “Maybe you could have a supervised session. If you can earn it. I want you all to myself right now, though.” Dean didn’t give Jack a chance to pout, pulling him into another life-changing kiss.
“If you want me all to yourself, fucking me with the door wide open was a bad idea. What if Sam sees?” Jack croaked when the kiss broke. Dean tweaked Jack’s nipples, growling playfully. Even if Jack wasn’t full of Dean’s knot, he had a feeling Dean wouldn’t bother locking them away somewhere safe and private.
Maybe that was a good thing.
Jack let himself melt into Dean and drifted off on his knot.
