a dark!a/b/o universe where omegas are kept mostly in breeding/selling facilities for alphas.
they don’t even see the light of day — every omega is kept underground.
so how does one get bought, you say?
candles.
goddamn candles.
each facility will get the scent of their omegas to make candles as a ‘selling point’ for each one, in order to keep them as ‘pure’ as possible. the only time these omegas interact with an alpha is when they’ve finally been bought.
a cruel design to send them into heat as soon as they come within the scent field of the alpha who’s just bought them.
so, of course, ghost goes down to these facilities quite frequently to scent the candles, waiting until he finds one that makes his eyes roll back. the workers always know what he’s there for, and point him to the new batches.
new omegas.
it’s been happening for months now, so he was expecting just another trip of subpar scents before going home—
until he smells your scent.
he freezes, reading the description on the candle, before thrusting it into the worker’s hand.
“get ‘em,” he grunts, pawing at his mask that now felt incredibly suffocating and hot on his face and neck.
poor you has no idea what you’re in for.
and yes, simon absolutely lights the candle while he’s pounding into you every which way, both of you deep into your respective ruts/heats🙂↕️
AN: i feel like ghost is one of those alphas who’s so obsessed w you he gets a rash if he’s not in you. send tweet
Just because you’re an omega doesn’t mean you can’t perform at the level of the rest of the 141.
You, and various other omegas, have proven this time and time again. It was a battle to let omegas into the military, but now that you’re here it’s clear you have a lot to offer.
That doesn’t mean things aren’t different, though. Of course, every new person is going to do things slightly differently or need certain accommodations. In the way that some alphas can’t be on the same team because they’ll clash too much, or how rut leave needs to be approved. Same thing for omegas.
For you…whenever you land in a new place, you needed a moment to familiarize yourself, and if you needed to stay for a while…well you’d need a makeshift nest.
All omegas rely on nesting for regulation. Not just for themselves but also their pack. Some rely on it more than others, though.
You’re one such omega…someone who needs a nest. It was something you considered when joining the military, and something you’ve often had to suppress in yourself for the sake of the mission. It got to the point where you needed to get on scent suppressants because you’d be on mission without a nest and distress so much that the enemy could smell you.
That’s how the first mission with the 141 went. Suppressing your needs and distressing because of it, but holding it together for the mission (or trying to).
But of course they noticed. They notice everything. So they broached the topic.
“…you can nest, ‘mega.” Kyle decided to just go for it.
You stopped your pacing in front of the window of the safe house, arms folded across your chest. You turn your head to look at him to find him just…looking at you. Like he was serious. A quick glance at the others tell you no one was making a joke.
“…really?” Your arms unfold, body turning to face them completely. Still looking back and forth between them all, waiting for one of them to tell you they were kidding.
“‘Course you can. We’ll be holed up here for a few more hours. You can use our jackets.” Price verifies, tossing a hand behind him to indicate to where you all threw your jackets down. He turns back to the notebook he’s scribbling in like it’s no big deal.
You eagerly take a step forward before stopping yourself. Is this a test? Is he trying to see if you’re a liability? Omegas obviously calm down in nests and some people are of the opinion it would make them vulnerable in the field…maybe he’s trying to see if you’ll crack?
“You…don’t think it’s unprofessional?”
Price’s brows furrow and his nose scrunches up like he just smelled something bad, “what’re you on about? ‘S natural.”
“Bug, did someone tell ya you couldn’t nest in the field?” Soap leans forward, forearms resting in his knees. He caught on immediately.
“I—“ you’re confused now, “I thought…that was protocol?”
That gets everyone to look at you. It’s silent for a moment before they all start talking at once, overlapping voices talking about how that was not true and omegas need to nest and the scent you’ll release during the nesting will make them all more alert.
“What dumb fuck told you that?” Ghost speaks up.
It shuts everyone up. They want to know too.
“My old captain…” you meekly admit.
They don’t respond again. You see Price’s jaw tick like he’s offended at how your previous captain conducted himself.
“Use the jackets.” Simon shuts down the conversation. “You can relax. We got you.” He leaves no room for argument.
You believe him…that they’d protect you if it came down to it.
So you resume your walk to the pile, feeling a bit confused still about why your two captains were so different. And a bit bad about commandeering everyone’s jackets. It was…intimate…to make a nest from their scents. Especially considering this was your first mission together. But you didn’t exactly have any other material, and you suppose you’ll need to familiarize yourself with them eventually. So you get to work.
Again…there isn’t much to work with, but you end up shoving the jackets together on the rickety sofa along with a pillow you scrounged up and one of the threadbare blankets from a long-abandoned linen closet. It’s…not good but it’s something. And even just the act of putting a nest together is soothing you. And…you do like their scents. 
“Good job, ‘mega.” Comes Simon’s low tone, meant just for you.
You suppress a smile and happy hum. That shouldn’t make you as satisfied as it does—him complimenting your fucked up, makeshift nest that is objectively the worst nest you’ve ever made—but it does.
You relax fast. Calm, happy scent flooding the room, making the rest of the pack team more calm and alert too.
When it’s time to go, they bring you out of your trance gently. Kyle crouching down next to you and whispering your name, giving your shoulder a little shake. You pack up quick, giving everyone’s jackets back. They try to be subtle about how they inhale your scent off of them.
You finish the rest of the mission like normal, but not before Price asks for the name of your old captain.
You’re used to it now, and so are they. Any mission where you’re out on the field for an extended period, you’ll nest with whatever you can get your hands on. More often than not, that involves a lot of their clothes. It’s far better than ignoring your instincts, and you know that they’re capable enough to mean you aren’t a liability. Maybe you can convince one of them to nest with you next time…
Alpha!Nikolai, inviting alpha!John and pack to come to his cabin after a mission. John agreeing, gathering alpha!Simon, omega!Johnny, and beta!Kyle, up and heading out into the Russian countryside.
Who get inside and seated, only to see an omega!reader walk into the kitchen.
"You have an omega?" John asked, surprised the old bastard never mentioned.
Nikolai not looking away from the TV. "Da."
"And... how did you get an omega?" John asked slowly.
"Came home from deployment. They were curled in my bed." Nikolai shrugged.
"And you just... kept them?" Kyle pipped up.
"They're pretty, chose me, and well stabbed me when I tried to make them leave." Nikolai replied.
The room went silent, Simon’s brow lifting, Johnny choking on a laugh, Kyle mouthing stabbed? while John stared like Nikolai had completely lost his mind.
"Right," John muttered, rubbing his face. "And aren’t they a little young for you?"
"They're of age." Nikolai said, as if that was the least debatable thing in the world.
"That’s not..Nikolai, you can’t just keep an omega because they wandered into your house," John tried again, tone edging into command. "Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you home—"
The moment he stepped closer, you bared your teeth, lunged, and sank them right into John’s hand. He jerked back with a shout as you bolted across the room, scrambling into Nikolai’s lap like a territorial wildcat, growling low and mean.
"What the hell?!" John snapped as he looked at the bite mark. The omega having broken skin. "Is that thing even an omega?"
"More like feral animal. Which you may want to check that for rabies. I have gotten it tested yet." Nik said nonchalantly. Then he moved and wrapped an arm around you, his fingers runnung up and down your spine in a soothing motion. "Hush, milaya, you're no going anywhere."
"And i thought Johnny was feral." Simon muttered under his breath.
Being an omega and an enemy combatant, running into alpha!soap in a confined area
He’s got the bulk to knock you flat on your ass after a few grueling minutes that feel like a lifetime. No matter, you’ve done more with less before— his neck is unprotected, so you crane your neck and open your mouth, ready to gore him.
You’ve done it before. No big deal. But you don’t anticipate the groan-turned-chuckle and the growing hard-on pressing against your gut. Your brain freezes for a split second— enough for him to pry a gloved hand between your jaws and his arteries and yank you off. So now he’s only slightly maimed rather than dead. He turns his head to see the blood drip from your mouth before slamming his forehead into yours, your head thunking against the floor. It gives him just enough time to zip tie your wrists and throw you over his shoulder right as he gets a message in his earpiece to head back.
He earns no end of side-eye when he meets with the rest of the 141, his neck noticeably mutilated while his blood is smeared from the tip of your nose to the bottom on your chin, and steadily dripping down to stain the collar of your uniform. Soap looks pleased as punch. You’re visibly bristling and breathing through gritted teeth.
“Ye all laughed, said it’d never happen, but guess who found themselves a pretty little omega? Didn’t even have to buy ‘er a drink,” he announces with a puffed chest. “Got a bonnie little nip ta prove it n’ everythin’.” He’s practically purring like a contented cat while he guides you by your restraints to the back of the jeep. Once they’re sat inside and on the road, Ghost takes a handful of bills from his vest pocket and counts them.
“50 quid says the omega kills him before the staph infection does”
You know how it all works. At least, you think you know how it all works.
"Feel that?" Ghost asks, his cock stretches you out almost painfully, and still you can feel most pressing against your entrance. Your stomach is full of him, your cervix nudged by the head of his fat cock as it finds a home buried deep inside. You shake your head against the pillows with a whine, your hips twitching as his hands pull your ass apart, kneading the soft flesh with rough callused fingers. "Feel that knot pressin' against ya so nicely?" His voice is shot, croaking with how rough it hits your ear. Your eyes roll as your lashes flutter, the heat of his words dripping down your spine liquor thick.
Your cunt throbs, pulses with needy pleasure as it squeezes tight around him. You want to touch, to reach a hand between you and stroke the hardened bud that seems to glow with heat. You want to feel over your stomach, see if he presses against you as heavily as you think, perhaps you could find his hard cock beneath all your softness. The thought sends a shiver through you. Libidinous desire isn't befitting of a princess.
And yet, Ghost circles his hips, grinding his knot against your entrance, and you feel that liquid desire drip from you. Hot and slick. You feel it like a fever drenching your skin, sticky with sweat and yearning.
"Let me in Princess," Ghost murmurs, leaning to press his weight against your back, "Lemme breed this li'le pussy, bet I get it my first try." The curve of his smile as his lips skate over your neck makes a whine bubble in your throat, deep and needy as the punch of his cock. "Can even help the process," he offers, lips parting to tease his teeth against the soft spot where your mating gland lies.
"Please-"
Your whimpered word jerks you awake. Sweat dampens the bed beneath you, the sheets sticking to your skin as your breath shudders through your chest. Fever blazes through your body, the air the tickles your skin is frigid and uncomfortable, and you gather the damp blankets back around you. Your thighs are wet with slick and your core pulses with sick desire. A cramp tightens in your stomach painfully, and you curl into yourself. You want Ghost, but heats aren't the time to be playing the lovesick fool.
CW: Omegaverse AU, 18+ MDNI, smut, breeding kink, knotting, slightest mention of blood, pregnancy, and slight cringe I’m sure lol
Note: Just so yall know this is the first time I’ve written an omegaverse fic in an extremely long time I’m talking 10-12 years but this was inspired by @titus-danforth ‘s February fic fest list. I haven’t touched this genre since I was sold to one direction for my moms drug money and I had to go on tour with them! Hope it’s good tho I wrote it on a whim last night not really re-read so probably grammar and spelling mistakes… ENJOY!
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Being an omega in the ED was not an easy feat. It came with a lot of paper work and keeping your designation low in the “need to know” category for your coworkers. You were a nurse and therefore reported to Dana Evans, which is why she was one of two others that knew. The others being Gloria and HR of course as they needed to be aware of upcoming time off for your heats, as well as monitoring your usage of suppressants and scent blockers. The suppressants were for dulling your senses around Alphas, and the scent blockers were patches that went on top of your scent glands to block detection of designation. While all employees were mandated to use scent blockers, they affected omegas differently. Using too many at a time or for too long can tend to have the opposite effect than their intended purpose especially when paired with suppressants. In the case of overuse it had been known to bring on an omegas heat early, a direct consequence for suppressing a cycle for too long.
Unfortunately it is a consequence you found yourself walking on that very dangerous line. This was due to you picking up an abundance of extra shifts and doubles for the last week due to short staffing crises. The Pitt had been hit with an influx of patients and too few workers to cover. So you had attempted to help pick up the deficit, and the extra overtime paycheck couldn’t hurt either. At least that's what you told everyone who asked why you were staying so busy and working such insane hours. But the real reason that you kept coming in day after day was because a certain attending by the name Dr.Michael Robinovitch was also picking up some extra shifts.
The moment you started working at the Pitt in the ED you were absolutely enamoured by him. From his broad shoulders, his sweet doe brown eyes behind his readers, and the strong Alpha presence that could command attention at every corner without seeming overbearing had done you in. No need to even get started on his scent that you had caught lingering at the end of a grueling day a few times; the warm sandal wood mixed with worn leather, and a seductive undertone of amber had you salivating. However, It wasn't something you were able to catch often or even very strongly as the suppressants dulled your senses considerably, but when you did you bathed in it. The Omega in you was practically purring at every whiff. And your encounters with Robby were never lacking.
At first you thought you were imagining things. Just a hopeful dream that he was paying attention to you, but after a while of working with him you began to notice that every time you were scheduled together, you were always placed on the trauma team. And in addition if a code blue was called or if Robby needed help at the drop of a hat, it was always your name he called first. You also discovered that he was a very hands on man which was puzzling at first because you watched him flinch or shy away from contact with others. Although with you it was mostly in the sense that if you found yourself in his three foot orbit, his hands would somehow find their way onto your body. Never in an too obvious (at least to you) way, or an I need to contact HR way. Instead it was a brush of your fingers when handing off the tablet or a grab at your hips to move you around was always occurring. And while it was an often enough occurrence that it never surprised you, it never failed how every time he touched you it would send warmth coursing through your body. Which then ended with you excusing yourself as you rushed to replenish your scent blockers as your need would bleed through.
Today though, you rarely had a moment to breathe let alone focus on your body and the effects of your over tired brain we’re having. Or even notice how Robby’s proximity was having a very strong impact on how you behaved. All you knew was that the ED was unbearably hot in the middle of a Pittsburgh January. But all in all your shift began about as normally as any other, a little more exhausted than normal but no less ready to begin your day.
Dana however, took one look at you and immediately pulled you to the side, “Look honey, I’m real grateful that you're willing to help us out but this is day six in a row for you and Im worried your overdoing it,” she had her arm around your shoulder as she attempted to keep her voice low enough so that only you two could hear.
It was sweet of her worrying about you but you felt like you had it under control, and a little part of you still craved to prove yourself as a somewhat undercover omega in the ED. So you shrugged off her concern, “Dana I promise I'll be okay, it's nothing that I can't handle, plus I'm not due for my heat for another three weeks. Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I thought it would go wrong.” You kept your voice soft and aloof for reassurance.
It was all a lie though. You knew your heat was actually creeping up later in the week, and you knew you were at the end of your energy rope so to speak, but for some reason the thought of not working while Robby was had felt like a knife settling in your stomach. You weren’t sure when that feeling had truly begun to make itself known within your gut or why you were feeling this way all of a sudden but the last thing you were going to do was tell Dana.
Speaking of which, she seemed to believe you and agreed to let you begin your shift, a decision she may or may not regret in a few hours. Because two seconds into standing at the nurses station she had to clean her glasses and do a double take because she was pretty sure she saw you subconsciously scent Robby's jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair you had just sat in. Nothing too noticeable but you had leaned back in a way that seemed as if you were simply stretching but just before coming to sit back up you angled your head to slightly rub the soft fabric behind you right where your scent gland was covered by the patch. And this wouldn’t be the last time that Dana found herself observing odd behavior from you that should've alerted her to your predicament.
Over the next few hours she notices that you and Robby seemed to almost revolve around each other (more than usual). Except it was less gravitational and more primal. If you were engaged in a conversation with another alpha, or even a beta, while he was around she took notice of how he angled himself slightly in front of your position effectively placing himself between you and the other person. Dana also noticed that while you were normally independent when taking action with your patients and their care, today you seemed to seek out Robby's approval at every chance you could. And while this had confused Dana she was left to her own devices as she contemplated the two of you’s behavior. Because you had barely been aware of your actions and unmitigated bodily responses today. And when you had caught yourself the attempted intervention and cover up was a little too late.
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It was the last few hours of your shift, and if you asked anyone here they would say today was rough, but for you it was a whole different ball game. It started when you caught yourself rubbing against Robby's jacket for the third time in a singular hour, a behavior you had never displayed in your life not once since presenting as an Omega. While you knew it was a normal pre-heat behavior, it was not one you particularly found yourself ever participating in until today. Quickly you began looking around to see if anyone caught your movements. And soon letting out the breath you had held when you noticed it had gone unseen by those around (or so you thought). Hastily jumping up you all but sprinted to check on bay five to distract yourself from falling back into the jacket. Unbeknownst to you a certain Alpha attending had clocked your behavior in seconds, and if there is one thing to know about Michael Robinavitch it would be that he is a well educated doctor. One who is absolutely able to spot an omega in heat just off of their slight behavior displays. Behaviors such as scenting, which is exactly what he caught you doing.
Now as a doctor, and an Alpha, Robby would say he is well versed in the code of conduct he is sworn to work under. Always claiming to respect that oath each time he clocks in. But when he catches his favorite nurse rubbing all over his jacket like a good little omega should for her alpha, he feels the realization of the situation snap in place. The realization that not only were you an omega that hid as a beta this whole time, but when he brought that jacket to his nose Robby realized that you were his omega. And you had been hiding under his nose this whole time. An all consuming emotion he never thought he would feel at his age rushed over him igniting a cacophony of instincts.
Since Robby hit his 50’s he had come to terms with the possibility that he would never find his mate, sure there was still a part of him, the Alpha part, that would always feel that loss. But when you came around he found that he was more than happy to forget about the pain of not finding his omega if that meant he could spend the rest of his life with you near him. Which now that he thinks about it should have set off a warning bell. But now he knew why, now he understood that a part of him recognized you under all the suppressants and scent blockers, and now that he knows, he wasn’t planning on ever letting you go.
For the rest of the shift he would take every opportunity to subconsciously rile you up. On any given day he would normally make an effort, small touches here and there, but now he decided to up his game. An idea that was spurred by what he caught you doing. While he would typically touch your shoulder or hip while still maintaining distance when passing by, Robby decided today he would happen to drag his chest across your back every time he passed you. This was his way of subtly scenting you back. He also decided to test the waters today and lay it heavy with a few pet names he often used with you. Sweetheart, kid, or honey were what he addressed you as today, never once by your name like he would before. What he was doing was working and he could tell, especially as he sensed your temperature rising under his fingertips as the shift dragged on and the slight sheen of sweat that gathered on your brow. Or how even though you were constantly changing your scent blockers, the tell tale waft of your pre-heat, that warm sugary vanilla, was filling his senses even under the strong antiseptic smell of the patch. He was just waiting for the most opportune time to arise for him to make a move.
And while Robby was plotting, you were panicking. All day your mind had been stuck on Robby's warm hands, the little pet names he was calling you, and how his scent all but slapped you in the face. Even though you triple checked you had taken your suppressants this morning and changed your patches multiple times. You knew you should've gone home early under the guise of sickness, but when you mentioned going home to Perlah and Princess you heard a deep baritone voice call your attention, “Oh ho ho, absolutely not sweetheart, you wouldn’t leave an old man like me without one of my best nurses to help would you?” Your mind went blank, and if the counter you were leaning on wasn’t there you would have immediately dropped to your hands and knees in front of everyone.
Realizing you had been silent way too long while staring at him in shock, you managed to splutter out a reply, “I… uhm, no for sure. I w-was just uh, I was just saying ill be okay j-just a stomach bug!” Whatever slyness you thought you had achieved was broken by the high octave your voice reached the longer you spoke.
Quickly you shut your mouth and looked down at the papers in front of you, causing you to miss the sight of him walking closer. That was, until you felt a hand lift your chin and your gaze was once again met by the deepest brown you had ever seen. Suddenly a low “Good girl” was softly thrown out before he breezed past like nothing happened. This interaction ended in you once again running off and changing your blockers for the fourth time, and a change of underwear for good measure as you noticed a small amount of slick gathered at the center.
You had made it to the last half hour before you felt the first cramp rack its way through your body, and it was strong enough to halt you mid step and bend forward just slightly in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Your mind was already beginning to fog over as your heat slammed into you almost full force too early and too quickly. A direct consequence of the overuse of blockers from today and the past week, the very thing you had sworn to Dana that you had under control. Out of the corner of your eye you see Dana start rushing over toward you as your scent was leeching into the ED. However she got exactly four steps before a deep rumbling growl had everyone within five feet of you taking 10 steps back. In response to the sound your temperature rose even higher and you blindly reached out behind you at the same time Robby had come up behind you and immediately scooped you up into his arms.
Noticing everyone's eyes he let out another warning growl before everyone jumped and looked away, he then turned to Dana and grunted out, “Call Abbot im taking her home.” Dana, however, looked almost like she was ready to call Ahmed in to separate the two of you as her main concern was to make sure you were consenting.
But before she could call him over she looked at you and noticed that at the sound of Robby’s voice, Dana could hear your chest begin to let out a slight vibrating purr in response followed by a whine, “Alpha, p-please.” Nodding her head in approval it took him two seconds before he swept you away to take you back to his house.
The ride there was a blur as you were focused on the blinding pain that came in waves as the cramps only got worse. It wasn't until he carried you out of the car that you gained some semblance of self at his touch. Instantly you began nuzzling your nose into his neck breathing his scent in deep. A scent that due to your full blown heat your body had burned through the suppressants and his scent was stronger than ever. You faintly heard him let out a grunt as you licked a stripe up the length of his gland. The sound of a door closing followed and soon after a couple of twists and turns down hallways, you were laid on your back to meet a soft bed.
Warm hands were then felt creeping up your scrub top as your lips kept repeating “Alpha please, Michael please I need you!” Your begging went straight to his groin as he tried to not to let the feel of his oncoming rut scare you, but damn you for calling him by his name.
Because the moment his name left your lips he grunted out a rough ‘Fuck’ and the loud tear of your scrub pants and underwear echoed off the walls. Peeling your lids open you saw him gather up his saliva and spit on his fingers before he allowed himself to begin exploring your cunt. It took him a total of two seconds before he expertly located your clit and began circling the bundle of nerves in well measured movements.
“Fucking hell kid,” his groaned in effort as he tried to start out gentle, “I could smell you all goddamned day, saw you scenting my jacket like a good little omega, drove me fucking crazy”
His fingers lowered arriving at your entrance, he sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your slick dripping down onto the bed below. And before he could stop himself he sank down to his knees. After hitting the floor he surged forward attaching his lips to your clit in replacement of his fingers as he buried two deep within in one swift movement.
“Ugnh fuck YES Alpha!” your voice ripped out of your throat as the feeling of his two fingers filled you, this was in addition to the figure eights he was drawing with his tongue coupled with expertly timed sucks and small bites. Your core was already clenching as your first orgasm rushed closer, but it wasn't until he crooked his fingers up into that soft spot that had your peak shooting through you with no warning.
“That's it ‘Mega, just like that kid,” his voice was rough before he dove right back in, not coming back up until your second orgasm followed closely behind. However, while he wasn’t showing any signs of wanting to slowing down, you needed more, you needed to feel him inside of you. Needed to be filled with him.
Grabbing a handful of his hair you began to tug him up, “I need you, please, need your knot alpha” your voice was breathy as you began reaching at his bottoms.
“Look at you,” he tutted at the sight of your hands desperately trying to get ahold of him, “so desperate for your Alpha to give you what you want hmm?”
After another moment of watching your struggle he decided to help you out leaning back he stood up and tugged off his pants and top, immediately feeling your hands trace his chest as you sat up to touch him.
“Go ahead baby, take what you want,” he whispered as your hand gripped him through his briefs before pulling them down and watching as his length bobs up. The sight of him was enough to break through the haze of your heat as you take in his very impressive length and girth, a little nervous it wouldn’t fit. Sliding off the bed and dropping to your knees you took a moment to appreciate his body, the wide span of his shoulders down to the softness of his tummy and the dark trail of hair that led right to where you wanted. His length was adorned by dark unruly curls and down the underside of his shaft was a very large and prominent vein, this led to the bright red swollen tip beading with arousal.
Leaning forward you lightly hold the heavy weight of his sac in one hand as you grip his shaft with the other, starting with a few kitten licks cleaning up the mess he was making before flattening out your tongue going from base back to tip wetting his length fully.
“Just like that, holy fuck yes!” Robby’s head tilted back as you wrapped your mouth around him, taking as much as you could and using your hand for what you couldn’t. One of his hands came up to the back of your head, not to push just to hold feeling like he needed to be touching some part of you at all times. Meanwhile you were giving it your all, the salty taste of him and the feel of his knot swelling at the base spurred you on. But just as you lightly raked his length with your teeth followed by a flick of your tongue beneath the rim of the head, Robby was immediately pulling you off with a gasp.
“Hold on now don’t want to cum too early,” he quickly pulled you up by your hair just as you had done with him earlier and brought your lips together in a rough kiss, teeth clacking and the taste of each other mingling on your tongues. Robby began guiding you back and lifting you onto the bed once more.
Once your butt hit the mattress you didn’t even need to be directed as instinctually you scooted back and flipped onto your hands and knees lowering your front to the mattress and arching your back in an invitation for him to follow.
“Look at you, such a good Omega presenting without even being told,” his hands came up to trace your curves as he pressed the occasional kiss to your spine as he worked his way up your body.
“Gonna take my knot aren't you,” Robby leans over you and nips the side of your neck right above your gland, “Want your Alpha to fill you up until it takes huh? Gonna get you all full until you’re stuffed and leaking for days”
You were whining in agreement desperate for him to follow through with these promises, wanting nothing more than for him to give you everything. The heat that had gone down with your two previous orgasms was rising once more. Sweat gathered at your brow as you concentrated on trying to stay still while you waited for him to do something, anything. But he caught you by surprise when he asked,
“You know what we are right ‘Mega?” he questioned as he gripped himself tight, and began lining himself up his other hand gripping your hip.
Turning you head to the side so your cheek rested on the bed you looked back at him nodding your head as you whisper, “Mates…were mates,” pausing as you feel him rub his length against you and he let out a shuddering breath at hearing your words, ”I’m all yours Robby”
“That’s right baby, all mine no one else’s,” Slowly he began pushing in, even though you were soaked with slick and positively dripping he was still a very large man. “Fuck I’ve waiting so long for this, for you,” he whispered as if he didn’t mean for that to slip out before refocusing on guiding his length. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you but your heat and the admittance of being mates was pushing his rut to the forefront of his brain.
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart” Robby thrusted in a few more inches before he heard you gasp and whine at the stretch, he paused a moment before continuing,
“Shh, just a little more…” and before you could show your incredulity at the fact he wasn’t fully in, his hips snapped forward once more, burying himself to the base.
Both of you let out a mix of curses, but then you smelt it. Beneath the warm sandalwood, leather, and amber was the scent of his rut building. A hint of spicy cracked pepper was mingling with the heavy warm vanilla of your heat. So you did the most rational thing you could think of, you leaned forward off of him just a little before dropping back down, hard.
This seemed to give you the results you wanted because before you could lean forward again a hand gripped the back of your neck pushing you into the mattress and keeping you still.
“My sweet little omega wants it rough huh? Practically begging me to take what I want is that it?” He cooed down at you before he began snapping his hips at a brutal pace.
“Yes-uh.. P-plea-se” your words were interrupted by each thrust as his hips met your ass, “M-michael harder-r”
His chest rumbled with possession, one hand on your hip and the other still firmly on the back of your neck. He brought his left foot up on the bed beside you for more leverage. With this new angle you could feel his tip bullying your cervix with every thrust, and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass echoed.
“Youre taking me so well baby” using the hand he had on your neck he maneuvered your upper body up so your back was against his chest. You could feel his base swell as his knot forms catching on your cunt as he pulls back and pushes in.
“Want me to fill you up don't you, want me to give you everything I have huh, want me to mark you so everyone knows who you belong to?” you were lost to his words and movements barely able to form a thought, the best that you could do was nod. But Robby, no he wasn’t having any of that. He pulled out just enough so that his developing knot bumped your entrance as he began thrusting shallowly. Never pushing all the way in, which had you attempting to push back onto him fully. Moving his hand once more so that it wrapped around the front of your throat and he guided your chin up and out as he nipped your gland once more effectively stilling you.
“Say Please” he growled, emphasizing his words with a squeeze of his fingers at your throat
“Fuck, please Michael…” letting out a pitched whine at the loss of friction, “ Alpha please make me yours, please!”
The rest of his restraint snapped at the last please, picking up his pace once more and moving the hand at your hip down your front as he began toying with your clit. His brutal pace moving in harmony with the circles at your overstimulated nerves, your cunt began spasming around his cock signaling your incoming orgasm. A final few thrusts were placed before he pushed in for the last time before his knot swelled fully locking him into place. As soon as you felt the first ropes of his cum flood your walls, Robby's teeth sunk into your gland, releasing a flood of endorphins and hormones as you flew head first into your third orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream.
“Fuuucking hell, that's it, take it all kid just like that” he whispered as he released your neck and lathered his tongue across the rivulets of blood dripping from the fresh wound. You were barely able to register your body let alone what he was saying. And you were pliant as he moved both of you to lay on your sides. Hooking your top leg back and over his hips as he began rubbing his hand around the small bulge in your lower stomach.
“Your going to look so good stuffed full of my pups, gonna keep you stuffed and leaking every single day so every one who sees my mark can smell me dripping out of you with every step” his statement was emphasized with the continual spurt of his hot spend that seemed to never end.
Letting out a soft whimper once more you nod blubbering nonsense as your omega was satiated to its fullest, your heat was taken care of by your alpha, you were stuffed full of him, and now you were mated. You were practically vibrating as you began the rumbles of a purr in your chest once more before drifting off to sleep
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It wasn’t long before Robby had you moved into his home and a four carat emerald cut ring sitting pretty on your ring finger. In fact it was exactly 6 weeks that he accomplished this because the first week you lived together Dana and Jack had thrown you an engagement party. One that ended in Dana winking at you while handing over a pregnancy test saying, “I already know but just to be extra positive.”
And of course an hour after you got back home with Robby you took the test and watched as his eyes twinkled with unadulterated joy when you showed him the most positive test you'd ever seen. That shared joy however became pure rage directed straight at Robby when you went to your first ultrasound and found out there were three heartbeats ringing loud and clear. And all he could do was stand there with a dumb smile on his face as his iconic red blush moveing up his neck and onto his cheeks,
captain price, who believes he's found the perfect addition for his trusted pack of alphas on his forced leave.
it isn't his fault, though. he wasn't trying to find an omega for himself nor his men; he certainly doesn't mean to go prowling after you through downtown once he catches a whiff of your enticing saccharine scent unmated and ripe, and so ready to be plucked and shaped into the perfect little mate for himself and his pack.
his wolf is howling and snarling inside his chest, and it's something he hasn't experienced since he was but a youngling fresh out of officer training, still brimming with testosterone and eager to spend his ruts with even more eager omegas back then.
however, price knows that he did actually find the perfect match, when he finally pounces, cornering you in a crowded coffee shop until you're blinking up at him with sparkling doe-eyes, nose twitching as you sniff his scent discreetly, clutching your sweet hibiscus tea between soft hands.
curious yet timid. hand-tame. uncollared.
the alpha in him is as elated by your initial reaction as he's furious about your lack of self-preservation and survival instinct.
"gonna havt'a work on that, princess," he growls into your ear as he mounts you that night, laying his first claim on you; one big paw wrapped around the nape of your neck as he fucks his knot past your sopping entrance.
"can't have ya chat up any other random alpha bloke from now on, ya hear? you're under my protection now, love."
you're whimpering and whining as you nod weakly, pushing your supple hips back to shove his throbbing cock deeper into your quivering channel, desperate to feel him all the way up in your guts or so it seems.
all while the captain's eyes are zeroed in on that taunting, virgin mating gland located on the side of your neck.
his canines itch, his jaw ticks, ready to snap and bite as his mouth fills with saliva that he forces himself to swallow.
claiming you as his mate is inevitable, he just wants his boys to be there when he does.
alpha!jack abbot x omega!fem!reader. a/b/o au and dynamics, references to omega discrimination, scenting, instincts, penetrative sex, fingering, sex at work, power imbalance, brat taming, praise, possessiveness, unprotected sex.
word count: 2.4k
a/n: I dont feel great about this one tbh... i dont think i captured the dynamic quite as well as i'd hoped to. but hopefully ya'll enjoy :')
Jack’s really not sure what your problem is.
You’re stubborn, headstrong, overly ambitious, and oftentimes just shy of rude. All of which are things Jack has come to expect from omegas after years of working with them in such a high-stakes environment— most take on an overly-harsh exterior to counteract the stigma they face. It’s a survival mechanism, a necessary precaution in order to be taken seriously and have any chance of success in a profession that’s dominated by alphas and deals with countless assholes day in and day out.
Jack doesn’t begrudge them. He knows that working in the Pitt— or in emergency medicine, or in any medical setting, for that matter— isn’t easy for omegas. He tries to keep that in mind and act accordingly. He works hard to foster a good work environment for everyone on his crew.
He likes to think he does a halfway decent job. And, seemingly, most of the omegas that have passed through his supervision over the years would agree. Once they see how he runs things they usually start to let their guards down a bit. They stop entering every situation with their teeth bared and hackles raised. They speak their minds with confidence rather than nervous aggression. They accept his teaching without assuming he’s trying to undermine them.
They even start to give in to their instincts a bit, without fear that he’ll think of them as weak or take advantage of their vulnerability. They allow themselves to preen under his praise, submit under his command, and settle under his comfort.
Not you. You’ve been here for 3 months now and he can still feel your eyes tracking him through every room like you’re waiting for him to pounce. You still respond to everything he asks through clenched teeth, like you’re bracing for backlash that never comes. You still roll your eyes at every one of his jokes and question every one of his orders.
Tonight is no different. If Jack took a shot every time you rolled your eyes, scowled, or talked back to him, his name would be up on the patient board.
He should find it infuriating. Part of him— the most basic, primitive part— does. You give him the urge to snap his teeth and growl, make you show him some respect.
The rest of Jack finds you… interesting. Exciting. Jack loves a challenge, and you pose a very fun one. He’s determined to figure you out.
Jack tracks you down after shift change. He finds you in the empty room of the last patient you discharged. You’re hunched over your rolling computer cart, finishing up some charting.
When he walks in you look startled, then cornered, then extremely irritated.
“You know, I came in here for some peace and quiet.”
“Do you have some kind of problem with me?” Jack asks, choosing to ignore your snide greeting. You eye him for a moment, like you’re deciding whether you want to tell the truth or not. He raises a brow and waits.
“You clearly don’t trust me with the patients.” You eventually say, stony. Not true. “You’re always— hovering. Like you’re waiting for me to slip up. But I’m not gonna slip up”
Anxiety and vulnerability roll off you in waves, souring your scent. When Jack smells it he desperately aches to soften. To gather you in his arms and rumble out assurances. I know you won’t, little omega. You do such a good job. You’re so good. It takes everything in him to stifle the urge.
“I’m your attending,” he says calmly, careful to keep his voice even. “It’s kinda my job to keep an eye on you. Y’know, to attend.”
Your eyes narrow. “You’re not my attending.” You grind out the words, and maybe Jack’s reading into it, but you sound… bitter? Jealous? “You and Shen are the attendings. Supervising me isn’t your personal little pet project.”
“You want it to be?”
You look taken aback. Just for a second. Jack can’t help but revel in it– you’re not easy to shake.
“I just want you to fuck off and stop breathing down my neck so I can actually do my job!”
Jack doesn’t respond for a moment. He barely manages to stifle his surprise at the fact that an omega just, essentially, cursed him out and spat in his face. He stares down his nose at you, intentionally allowing the silence to feel thick. Studying you.
He sees you catch on. You straighten up, even puff out your chest a bit, trying to look strong and sure and unbothered.
It’s a good attempt, he’ll give you that. You’d have plenty of alphas fooled.
But Jack catches the way your head tilts back for just an instant like you’re about to bare your throat. Sees the flash of doubt in your eyes, like your instincts are begging you to just give this up already, roll over, and show him your belly. Oh. That’s new. He feels his cock swell.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck off?” He lets his voice drop an octave. You make a choked, barely-there sound that he’d like to call a whimper. Your scent shifts sweeter.
Jack steps towards you, big and slow and imposing, and is surprised again when you don’t back up. Ballsy little thing.
“You know what I think?” His voice is smooth, low, almost a purr. Dripping with alpha condescension.
Jack sees your throat bob as you swallow. You just glare up at him without a word, and he knows it's because you don’t trust your voice not to waver. He smirks.
“I’ll tell you, sweetheart.” He watches you shiver. He’s so close now that he’s almost touching you. “I think you know that I’m good at what I do. I think you respect me. Maybe even like me a little. And all this attitude you give me…” he raises a brow and leans down, letting his breath fan over your face, “Is you trying to overcompensate for the fact that what you really want is to be bent over and put in your place.”
It’s bold, Jack realizes. Might be too much. Could make you turn tail, but he doubts it. You’re braver than that.
He watches you stiffen. There’s a flash of blatant hunger in your eyes— bingo— but it’s quickly snuffed out by stubborn defiance.
“I’m not just some needy ommie who’ll give it up to any alpha with a pulse.” Your voice only wavers a little.
“Oh, I know.” Jack nods. He feels, looks, and smells painfully smug. His voice is like velvet. “But you’ll give it up to me, won’t you?”
That breaks you. You practically collapse in on yourself, all small, and breathe out an involuntary “alpha.”
“There it is.” Jack coos. The praise makes you preen, and you extend your neck, baring your throat for Jack to brush his lips against. You smell fucking delicious. “Sweet little omega. You don’t have to fight it.”
“You’re such a douchebag.” You bite out. Sure, it’s weak and shaky, but it impresses Jack regardless. He has his nose pressed against your gland and you’re still talking back.
“Ooh, you don’t quit.” He rumbles. He pulls back slightly, his big hand coming up to cup the side of your neck. His eyes rake shamelessly down your body, not even trying to hide his desire. He’s sure you can smell it on him anyway. “What’s it gonna take, baby? Do you need my cock inside you to finally start behaving yourself?”
“You tell me, Abbot.” You sneer. “What’s it gonna take, in your professional opinion?”
Jack smiles, challenging and predatory in a way that would make most omegas wither. But not you. Your lip curls up, showing off cute little canines. He can’t help but groan and grind down against your abdomen.
“Fuck, baby.” Jack growls. “So cute when you act all tough.” He grips around your hip with a big hand and backs you up against the hospital bed while the other works hastily at the waistband of your scrubs. Once he has them loosened, he shoves his hand right down the front of your panties.
The second he gets his fingers inside you, you melt. Slick practically pours onto his hand. The strong, heady scent of it is overwhelming. It makes his nostrils flare.
If the way you’re squirming around on the bed and whining incoherently tells him anything, it’s that he’s not gonna need to get his cock involved to make you behave. The realization hits him like a truck, right through to his ego.
“There you go, little omega. You like that?” He taunts.
You nod, finally eager and obedient. It’s like a victory after all the fight you’ve given him. Jack didn’t know that submission from an omega could feel quite this good. It usually comes too easy.
“Yeah. Good girl. I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
“D-Dr. Abbot— alpha— please.”
You sound fucking broken and Jack can’t stand it. His instincts whir— make her happy, make her feel good, fill her up.
“I’ve got you.” He repeats in the low, steady voice he reserves for omegas in distress. He pulls his fingers out of you, and it’s only so he can free his cock from his scrubs, but you whine anyway.
“Fuck— hurry up.”
“Shh. Easy.” Jack murmurs. His free hand reaches up, intending to stroke soothingly across your cheek— but he has to yank it away when you turn your head and nip at his fingers like a kitten. Fucking brat.
“Settle down.” He growls. The tone squeezes you tight, wrings out any fight you have left. You’re left lax on the bed below him– boneless, pliant, willing. Good, his alpha purrs. “That’s better. Just take what I give you.”
Jack slides his hard cock through your slit once, coating it in your slick, before he pushes into you.
You feel like heaven— the hottest, wettest, tightest fucking pussy he’s ever had. And the sound you make when he stretches you. That high pitched, keening moan of pleasure. Jack wants to bottle that sound.
“Good omega.” He purrs, leaning down to press hot kisses along the column of your neck. He’s possessed by the need to ensure you smell like him for days.
You arch into it, exposing your throat further, pushing your hips down on his cock.
“You feel so fucking good. You were made for this.”
You whine at that, and Jack can see your mind wrestling with the sentiment despite the way it makes your pussy gush and your instincts sing.
Jack hushes you. “It’s okay.” He holds you still by your hip and litters more wet, soothing kisses across your jaw. “There’s nothin’ wrong with it, sweet girl. Let yourself enjoy this.”
“Abbot—“ when you say it, Jack can’t stifle his choked laugh— “feels so good.”
“Call me Jack, baby, my fuckin’ dick’s inside you.” He shakes his head before he briefly connects his lips with yours. “Jesus. I woulda done this ages ago if I knew you wanted it this bad.”
His cock sponges over your g-spot and his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust. He can feel you getting close— your pussy’s clenching, you’re whimpering louder, slick is dripping down your thighs and onto the bed below. Your hands grapple desperately at his freckled sides, arms, and shoulders, nails leaving indented crescents in their wake.
“Come on, sweet omega.” Jack purrs in your ear. His hand finds your breast so he can thumb circles on your nipple as further encouragement. He fucks into you relentlessly. “I want you to cum for me. Milk my cock.”
“Jack— Alpha— fuck.” You sound broken as your orgasm washes over you. You shake below him on the table— lips parted, brows furrowed, eyes locked on his. Jack growls.
“There you go, that’s it. You’re so good.” He means it more than he’s ever meant anything. You’re so fucking good. You look good, you smell good, you feel good, you sound good. Jack’s not gonna last much longer. “You’re such a good omega.”
“Yours,” You keen— and fuck, you’re still cumming. “Your omega.”
“Mine.” Jack nods. His hips falter. “My good girl. Doing so well for your alpha.”
Jack lets his teeth ghost over your mating bond, grazing the tender, unbroken skin there.
The whimpery sound you let out sends him over the edge. His hips snap forward one more time and he spills inside you with a long, low groan. It takes everything in him to hold back and not bite you right then.
“Babygirl,” Jack grits out once he can speak, breathless. Your walls are still fluttering around his softening cock. “You’re fucking incredible.”
You don’t say anything. He lifts his head from the crook of your neck. “Hey. Look at me. You okay?”
“Jack…” you murmur. You’re looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars, and he feels like he could start glowing. Still, your scent sours with uncertainty. “Jesus, this is— we shouldn’t have—“
“Why not?”
“This is completely unprofessional—“
Jack scoffs. “Yeah, doll, we’re well past that.”
“This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid!” Your voice is raised. “And you make it very difficult!”
You’re clearly dismayed, and Jack shouldn’t grin, but he does.
“Do I?” Jack leans down to nose against the gland on your neck again. He smells only himself there, mingling with your scent, and goddamn he could get hard again. His tongue darts out to soothe over the area, and you melt. “Do I make it hard for you to conduct yourself?” He lets a mocking lilt bleed into his tone. “Is that why you insist on being such a pain in my ass all the time?”
“Don’t be mean.” You grumble. You're trying, and failing, to maintain your contempt. The words come out far too pleading.
“Attagirl. Now you’re getting it.” Jack coos. He leans down and gives you a kiss. “If you want me to be sweet on you then all you have to do is ask.”
You scowl at him. You still smell anxious, and that won't do at all.
Jack's expression softens. He deepens his scent to match, radiating protective reassurance. "Everything's gonna be okay, doll. I'll make sure of it."
