Here’s a sloppy hucklerabbot/hucklepope thing I’m thinking of
“Jack- fuck- what’re you doing right now?” Robby sounded like he was on deaths doorstep, voice straining, breathing heavily, struggling. Jack stopped in his tracks where he’d been walking the track in the park near his house.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Jack asked, already stating for his car. Robby was supposed to be at home this week with Dennis, the younger alpha was going to be in rut and Robby was officially his bonded partner. Jack listened to Robby whine as he climbed into his front seat.
“It’s too much. I don’t wanna disappoint him but fuck Jack it’s too much. Can you get him off me for an hour? Two hours? He’s an animal, I don’t know how he’s still- ough fuck” Robby moaned, phone slipping from his hand as Dennis climbed back onto him, the alpha nosing at his scent glands.
Jack shook his head with a smile as he sat at the parks stop sign, listening to Dennis’s growling through his phones speaker.
“Daddy, your hole is so loose. You’re so wet, I’m gonna knot you up again~ gonna look so pretty full of my puppies” Dennis’s voice was singsong and light, drunk and high on every good chemical alphas could achieve. Robby soon groaned, deep and guttral.
“Jack, either get here soon or send someone to take him because I can’t take much more. He’s a lot more- easy baby!- Jack come on.” Robby begged, voice going airy as Dennis slid into him, starting a deep slow pace.
Jack hummed and listened as Robby groaned, occasionally calling out for the younger. Jack thought about it. Two old betas weren’t exactly… prime rut partners for a virile alpha who wanted to push around a little. Dennis was still young, still a little bully in his rut.
“I know someone I can call. Goes to my ptsd support group, and I know he just went into heat.” Jack said, smiling as he pictured Robby’s relieved face. He’d grab a pizza on his way over.
Once he picked up Andrew from his apartment.
Robby was limping to the door when Jack got there. They knew it was a fragile thing to introduce an alpha in the early to heightened stages of rut to an omega in the height of his own heat.
But Jack brought Andrew “Just call him Pope. Andrew is for people who he lets call him that.” To stand a good distance from the bedroom door. The omega was dressed in a pair of shorts, a slick pad doing little to keep the wetness from darkening the fabric. He was flaring his nose, smelling the alpha in the house.
Robby was nervous. Pope was bigger than Dennis, buff and taller. But Dennis wasn’t weak. And he could hold his own. So Robby opened the bedroom door.
Dennis stood naked as the day he was born, panting as his eyes locked onto the omega’s. For a moment the tension was smothering, Jack standing close enough to grab onto Andrew, Robby ready to throw the door closed again.
“Dennis.”
“Andrew”
The older betas said as they moved a breath closed to each of them. Dennis smiled, fangs hidden by his dark bite guard in his mouth but undeniably offering. Andrew only answered in a growl, chin rising in a matching offer.
Dennis took off back into the bedroom with a laugh as Andrew’s feet slipped against the floor as he chased after him. Robby closed the door as the bed creaked with their combined weight.
Robby soaked in the tub, Jack sat on the closed toilet next to the tub, pizza box on the sink next to him. They chatted about Dennis’s symptoms, how Robby didn’t think he’d recover for weeks. They could hear the others in the bedroom, thumping against the walls. And the floor. Loud moaning, and once obviously Dennis’s voice crying out “Fuck me harder!”
The older two took a nap together in the guest room, comfortably resting together. Robby with an ice pack under his bottom, Jack with his leg propped up beside the bed. They’d have plenty of work to get done when the alpha and omega got done.
AN: anyway it’s just like a rough idea of something I’ve been thinking of















