#alpha!michael robinavitch

[str4wbsstuff]

This thought comes from a combination of your last two posts so I blame the anons who asked…(Jk love you all, keep being freaky and perverse ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧)

Alpha!Robby and alpha!Jack hanging out at Robby’s house. Dennis is his omega and you, being jacks omega are also there yada yada

something something they catch you two touching each other (interpret that how you will) and make you two to fuck in front of em

HEY BUDDY!! I got you.

warnings: omegaverse

its robby who notices you both are missing first, turning to jack and asking about your whereabouts. jack just shrugs saying last he heard you both were in the kitchen making cookies or something.

he nods it off and gets back to watching the game, having no idea you both are in said kitchen only feet away. with your hands down each others pants. see you both really were about to make cookies, you bringing out the pan and preheating the often while dennis went to acquire the premade dough from the fridge. by the time he was turning to hand you the packet he smelt something. nothing bad of course, just something sweet. incredibly so, the aroma hitting him like a truck. confused for a moment he follows his nose until his head is stuck in the crook of your neck. standing behind you and leaning down to inhale. you yourself letting out a surprised giggle the tip of his nose tickling your neck. “whatcha doing denny?” looking at him over your shoulder with a smile you catch a glimpse of..something cross his face.

now you’re confused too, “you’re..you smell nice.” he swallows, mouth filling with saliva. “oh thank you! I’m using this new—“ you’re cut off by his hands on your waist pressing you into the counter. your hands coming up to grip the granite in front of you as he presses his body to yours. “think..um, think you’re goin’ into heat soon.” his voice is breathy and low. the scent is heady, making him feel all kinds of hot. see, omegas can sense an upcoming heat in each other as a survival tactic. so when an omega is about to go into heat the others have time to hoard them away for protection against any unruly alphas that might get them.

so naturally dennis can smell yours, but it’s so sweet he’s never smelt your heat before. and he’s never had any other omegas heat affect him like this. never had it turn him on like this.

“oh..that’s embarrassing..” your tone is low eyelashes fluttering because now dennis smells sweet too, his scent is fresh and it’s having the same effect on you. seems like your early heat is triggering his to go into one as well. his face dips deeper into your neck, and you feel his length already hard up against your ass. at the same time slick begins pooling in your panties. either of you are thinking rationally, the haze of each other clouding your minds. thoughts of your two alphas in the next room over leaving your thoughts. your head tips back, trying to get closer to his neck as well wanting to smell more of him.

before long his hand is snaked around your front and down your shorts, lean fingers rubbing small circles over your sensitive clit as you soak his hand. and yours is bent back down his sweats running your palm over his wet length. you’re intoxicated by each other.

back in the living-room jack smells it first. that overly sweet sugary scent wafts from the kitchen in cotton candy clouds. it hits him and he does a sharp inhale, what alpha doesn’t know the smell of their omega in heat? the scent makes him salivate, the urge to bite coming over him. “what the fuck.” his voice cuts through the comfortable silence. startling robby a bit who turns to ask what that was about until he’s smelling dennis. his smell hitting him swiftly and they’re both staring at each other before standing and following the intertwined smells to the kitchen entrance.

in front of them is an almost humorous sight, dennis has you backed into the counter. you’re face to hands working at each other. lips together in a rather sweet display, despite the fact that you guys are humping at each other.

“well what do we have here?” dennis eyes fly open and he turns at the voice of his partner, much to your dismay, you whine reaching for him…until your eyes open and you’re looking at the two broad men who take up the doorway. hand still haphazardly down the pants of the man in front of you. n his fully out of yours but the sticky sheen on his fingers give him away.

“—robby we-“ “were you two having fun?” dennis swallows stammering out a yes that sounds more like a question than an answer. “what about you?” your name is said and you look at the taller man, wetting your suddenly dry lips. mouth opening and closing, trying to find words is especially hard when you’re leaking and begging to be touched. the presence of two alphas plus a giving omega makes you dizzy. “answer him sweetheart.” its jack’s voice, your jack. eyes flowing to him “..yes just, denny said my heat was comin’ —he was helpin’ don’t be mad.” it’s almost a whine as you beg the grey haired man.

michael takes a long look at you and an even longer one at dennis, his face flushed and chest heaving makes his cock twitch. before he’s turning to jack. “can’t say I’m not upset jack, they didn’t even invite us to watch.” his voice is sarcastic almost a hum “mhm, decided to take things into their own hands this time around” robby sighs and leans against the doorframe turning back to the two of you. your faces are still hazy but tinged with guilt. “don’t stop on our account, keep going. finish.” waving a hand dismissively.

“—what.” dennis stammers, jack pipes in “you heard em’ whitaker, fuck her let’s see if you can satisfy her the way I can. and if she” he then points to robby “can satisfy you the way he does.”

thats how you end up on the kitchen table, shorts hanging off one leg. knees pressed to your chest as dennis feverishly fucks into you. cock thrusting into you desperately, whining about how good you feel, while you’re whining the same thing right back. “can’t..get over how sweet you smell..” he pants out hands gripping the back of your knees. dropping his face into your neck to lick at the sensitive skin there. oh fuck he really wants to bite you, tongue running over his teeth as he tries not to drool. you’re so sweet and warm n your neck is right there. open and exposed to him, your scent is most potent here n it makes him want to cum on the spot.

“watch those fucking teeth whitaker.” turning his head he lets out a low whine but nods biting his lip and instead pressing his face between your breasts. letting out a sigh jack turns to michael “your boy there’s a bit cocky hm?” “same thing goes for your girl, she’s gonna leave scratches all down his back at this rate”

[crazyunsexycool]

Bring Me to Life

Pairing: alpha!rabbot x omega!reader, Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x reader x Jack Abbot, Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Jack Abbot

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

You walked into the emergency department at PTMC with one thought in mind. To get help. You needed to find a way to free yourself from the alpha that had brought you in. That's where you meet them. The Attending alphas that will step up to help you.

Jack Abbot and Michael “Robby”- Robinavitch are mated alphas. They work opposite shifts in the emergency department at PTMC. They thought they have everything they’ve wanted until you walk in on that fateful day. You’re hurt, scared and carrying the weight of something that no one should have to experience. That’s what makes them want to protect you.

With nowhere left to go Jack and Robby open their home to you. Even if it's temporary they give you a safe space to heal. With time, patience and understanding Jack and Robby see how you flourish. How you come back to life.

A/N: Aye!!! guess who's back!!!! I'm on my a/b/o bullshit yet again. I'm very excited to post this fic. taglist open. I plan for this to be a mini series with requests open for more.

[thatfanficstuff]

Ours To Protect - Chapter Six

Pairing: Alpha!Robby x Omega!Reader; Alpha!Jack x Omega!Reader

warnings: mating and marking, omegaverse dynamics so there is biting and knotting and mentions of slick.

Robby put his earbuds away as he stepped through the door. The house was dark except the light spilling from the kitchen. The aroma hit him immediately, seeping into his skin.  He stopped mid-step and just breathed in your rich omega scent mixed with whatever you’d made for dinner. Your scent was off—not bad, just different. He scowled as he puzzled at it then shook it off. His whole life had changed since you moved in and he still hadn’t gotten used to it, hoped he never would.

He grinned at the thought and called out. “I’m home, baby.”

Your voice answered from the kitchen. “You want dinner?”

“Let me clean up and I’ll be right back.” He hurried up the stairs and stripped his scrubs before climbing in the hot shower. He stood under the spray until his head cleared then got out and dressed in record time. When he arrived at the kitchen you were at the stove, plating up the food.

You turned, holding out the plate and Robby’s brain stuttered then rebooted. The right side of your neck bloomed angry red and violet, Jack’s bite right at the center. Something hot and primal punched him straight in the sternum but his concern for you overrode everything else.  “Jesus, Jack,” he muttered and took the plate to set it aside.

You blushed and ducked your head. “Sorry, I should have covered it or—”

He cut you off. “No. That’s not—” He stopped, swallowed. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You looked away, one hand coming up to cup the side of your neck, fingers tracing the edge of the mark. “It looks awful, doesn’t it? But it doesn’t hurt. He was careful. I promise.”

He studied you for a long beat. “You’d tell me if it did?”

“Of course.” You took his hand in yours, your other hand cradled the side of his face. He exhaled and leaned into you. “He didn’t do anything I didn’t want, Michael. He didn’t hurt me.”

He nodded once before stepping away. “Okay.” He licked his lips as he sat at the table and pulled his plate in front of him. He forced himself to focus on the food, otherwise he’d just stare at that mark wishing it was his own. Now he knew why Jack looked so fucking smug at handoff.

You picked at your food unaware of the way Robby kept looking at your neck, then away, then back again. He tried to keep it together, to be a good alpha but the need burned in his veins. He could smell Jack on your skin and it was driving him insane. When you finished eating and started to clear the plates, he reached out and caught your wrist.

“Leave it,” he said.

You froze, eyes wide. Robby slid out of his chair and tugged you gently forward. You let him, feet shuffling until you were chest to chest and looking up at him. He trailed his hands up your sides, fingertips grazing your skin where your shirt had ridden up. He dropped his mouth to your shoulder, kissing a path along your collarbone slow before tracing the bare unmarked skin on the left side of your throat.

You shivered. “Michael…”

He cupped your face, kissed your lips gently at first, then harder. You clung to him for balance, your hands fisted in the fabric at his shoulders. He walked you backward until your hips bumped the counter then lifted you up, crowding between your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling when he sucked a spot just under the left side of your jaw. “You’re going to make both sides match.”

He grinned and nipped at the skin. “That’s the plan, baby.”

He buried his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply letting your scent fill his senses, then he licked a stripe up the side of your neck. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your thighs, spreading them until you locked your ankles behind his hips. Every inch of him felt like it might catch fire. He wanted to claim you, right here, right now, against the goddamned cabinets but he forced himself to stop.

“My room,” he said, voice shredded. He stepped back, hands finding your waist.

You hopped down, but your knees gave and you almost pitched forward. He caught you, one arm steady around your middle and lifted. You laughed as he walked you down the hall and up the stairs.

The bedroom was dark and cool. He set you on the bed, standing over you for a beat just drinking you in. He crawled onto the bed after you, moving slow, caging you in beneath him. He kissed you again, harder, hungry, teeth scraping at your bottom lip until you whimpered.  He trailed his lips down your jaw then behind your ear where his breath made you shiver. He could feel the heat rising off you, could smell your slick, the pheromones almost suffocating.

He tugged your shirt up and you raised your arms, letting him strip it away. He ran his gaze over you, taking in and assessing every mark Jack left on your skin. Possessive bastard. He dropped his head and kissed every bruised bite, every lingering fingerprint.

He sucked at a nipple, letting his beard rasp the skin and you whimpered his name. He worked his way down, peppering kisses over your belly. He hooked his fingers under the band of your shorts and panties and you lifted your hips so he could pull them off in one quick motion.

He knelt between your legs, taking a long moment to just look at you spread open and beautiful. He ran his hands up your thighs, thumbs parting you and said, “Look at you. You’re so perfect.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to you or himself.

You flushed, but you held his gaze. “So are you. Claim me. Make me yours.”

Fuck, fuck. You couldn’t just say things like that and expect him to keep breathing. He buried his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at your slick and you arched off the bed, hands flying to his hair. He worked you slow at first, then faster before slowing down again, teasing you until you were breathless and shaking. When he finally slid two fingers inside of you, hooking them just right, the moan you let out was guttural.

You cried out, hands clutching his arms, nails leaving little crescents in his skin. He loved it. He worked you slow, never rushing, not even you begged for more. “Easy, baby. We have all night.”

He reached for you again, sliding his palms up the insides of your thighs, massaging the muscles until you shuddered. You let him spread you wide and rolled your hips shamelessly against his hand. You whimpered. “Please, Alpha. Need you.”

He yanked off his sweats and boxers, cock heavy and flushed, already leaking for you. He lined himself up and pushed in inch by inch, waiting for you to adjust, feeling you pulse around him. He bottomed out with a groan, hands braced on either side of your head and let his forehead drop to yours. For a second he couldn’t breathe. He held as still as he could, resisting the urge to just pound relentlessly, but you locked your ankles around him and dragged him deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice shook.

You framed his face with your hands, making him look at you. “You’re such a good alpha. So good to me.” The words short-circuited his brain. He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue then drew his hips back and snapped them forward, pulling a desperate cry from you. He set a rhythm, slow but relentless, pubic bone grinding against your clit. Each time he bottomed out, you spasmed around him, your breath coming in broken gasps.

He watched your face, the way your lips parted in shock and pleasure, the way your eyes fluttered and rolled back when he changed the angle. He could have died right there pinned between your thighs and been the happiest man alive. When your hands scrabbled at his back and you started to shake, he slowed to a drag, forcing you to feel every inch, every second.

You broke first, sobbing his name, legs trembling and he fucked you through it, chasing his own release. His knot started to swell, the pressure building at the base of his cock. He pulled out, flipped you on your stomach and slid back in, rutting deep. You leaned on your elbows, ass high in the air.  “Jesus fucking christ.”

He grabbed your hips in both hands and pounded into you, the slap of skin echoing in the room. He bent down and bit down hard on the left side of your neck. The taste of your skin, the tang of your blood, pushed him over the edge. He slammed in, knot popping and came so hard, his vision went shite.

You came again, spasming around him, body milking him of everything he had. When it was over, he collapsed to the side, mouth still latched to your neck. He panted then kissed the bite, tongue soothing the hurt.

“Mine,” he declared. Needing to say it, to affirm that simple truth.

You laughed soft. “Always.”

He stayed inside you until the knot went down then rolled onto his back, pulling you with him. You sprawled over his chest, breath slowing. He stroked the line of your spine lazily and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He frowned in confusion. “For what, baby?”

“For this. For wanting me. For making me feel safe.”

He squeezed you tightly. “You don’t have to thank us, sweetheart. We’re the lucky ones.”

You snorted. “Liar.”

He grinned, expecting your response. But he didn’t care, he had what he wanted.

 The wounds healed fast as mating marks always did. By the end of the week, you were left with only the residual bruising and the permanent scar. The more the marks faded, the more you noticed something else. Jack and Robby may have marked you, but their necks were bare. It gnawed at you, irritation constantly having you on edge. Your alphas noticed, of course they did, but anytime they asked you brushed it off.

You watched them constantly. At dinner, you stared at the column of Robby’s throat, the pulse beating just above the collarbone. When Jack barked instructions at the residents, you followed the line of his jaw to the spot where your teeth could fit perfectly. Sometimes you’d lose the thread of conversation just from the way the light played on their skin. You imagined what it would be like to press your mouth there, to leave a mark that could never be taken back.

You wanted to claim them too even if you knew you shouldn’t. Alphas wanted to claim but not be claimed. That had been drilled into you over and over again. But what if it was wrong. What if like so many other things you thought you knew, youwere wrong.

The need built slow but relentless and by the end of the next week you found yourself reaching for their necks without thinking. Brushing a knuckle over Robby’s carotid. Kissing the curve of Jack’s throat in the middle of an idle conversation. Each time you pulled away quickly, ashamed of wanting too much.

One night, when your schedules aligned once again, you were piled on the couch. You sat in the middle, back against Robby’s side, his arm draped around your chest while your feet were tucked under Jack’s leg. Jack glanced over and smirked. “You’re staring.”

You flushed but didn’t look away. “Sorry.”

Robby hummed behind you. “You ever going to tell us what’s been on your mind, baby?”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “I want to mark you both. Is that weird?”

The effect was immediate. Jack’s posture went from lazy to alert, his jaw tightening while Robby squeezed you, hard.

“God, yes. Why didn’t you say something?” Jack’s voice was half-growl, half-plea.

You shrugged, embarrassed. “Didn’t know if you’d want it.”

Robby tipped your chin up, making you meet his eyes. “Believe me, we want it.”

Jack was already moving, pulling you away from Robby and hauling you into his lap. His grip was firm enough to leave new bruises. He kissed you slow and deep. “You want to start with me or Robby?” he asked, lips at your ear.

“I’m already in your lap, Jackie.”

He grinned. “Good girl.”

He bared the right side of his neck. The scent of him was almost dizzying. You leaned in, breath hitching and put your lips to the spot just under his jaw. You sucked and licked. He gasped and you felt his cock stir under you. You bit down hard. He flinched then steadied, letting you do what you needed. His grip tightened on your hips. Your canines broke the skin and blood welled. You sucked it then lapped it away, making sure your scent was smeared thick over the wound.

Jack made a noise between a groan and a laugh. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said, voice shaking.

Robby pulled you off Jack’s lap and turned you so you straddled his hips and cupped the back of your skull in one big hand. His eyes were dark. “Do it.”

You nuzzled into the left side of his neck, found the gland and sank your teeth in. His whole body went rigid, hands fisting in the fabric of your shirt. You marked him deep and then licked the bite clean.

He shuddered then pulled you in for a kiss. The taste of his own blood on your tongue made him smile.

You spent the rest of the night tangled together in your bed an alpha on each side. You were theirs and they were yours.

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[babyjackdaniels]

[str4wbsstuff]

alpha!dennis smells undeniably warm but fresh, like cinnamon and pine. imagine a cabin in the spring, warm wood against the fresh air that blows through the dense thicket of a forest.

omega!dennis still smells like a warm sunny day, but he smells slightly sweet like a maple tree. or maple syrup, earthy and honeyed.

alpha!michael smells like deep cocoa, like the bitter twang of dark chocolate mixed with coffee. it’s sharp at first, like walking into a coffee shop where they roast the beans too long. but undeniably comforting.

omega!michael smells like oranges and cranberries, citrusy and bright. not especially sweet a bit more on the tart side. there is a deep caramelized sugar undertone though.

alpha!jack smells like mulled wine, spiced and deep. but also the way a bonfire smells. hot and woody sorta. maybe with a bit of cedar wood. comforting and warm like robby, with notes of cherry and almond.

omega!jack smells like apple and mint, refreshing and cool. like eating mint gum then drinking water after. like biting into a fresh crunchy honeycrisp.