#alpha whitaker

“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.

Whitaker who is probably constantly taking scent blockers because he doesn’t want people to be affected by his pheremones.

Only person that knows he’s an Alpha is Santos considering they are roommates.

Robby being an omega and not caring if people know. He’s lived his life and he’s too old to care, besides his pheremones are probably do muted and dull because of his age, who cares?

Dennis cares, dennis smells him all day every day. That hickory, smokey smells with a hint of pine. It makes his brain go numb and his body stiffen up at attention.

Anytime another alpha approaches his brain is on edge. Suspicious of the motive, because he knows how attractive Robby is.

When Season 2 rolls around, Dennis was constantly at the gym until he was big and strong again like when he was a farmboy. He practically preens when Robby compliments him on his muscles.

Eventually Dennis, due to his standing at the hospital, is unable to keep taking blockers so he had to go work without then. Trinity kept trying to convince him that it wouldn’t matter because people only were there to be healed.

As soon as Dennis walked in heads were on a swivel. A nurse asked if he just got laid with some overbearing alpha. He’d pretty sure Donnie made a simular joke but all he could hear was Robby who was staring at him. He pokes his head slightly towards the older man before moving to the board to get a patient.

Robby was reeling. Whitakers pheremones were almost slamming into him everytime he turned around. It made him feel stuff he hasn’t felt since his 20s.

Whitaker smelled like what you’d imagine a farmguy would smell like, an earthy scent that felt like being wrapped between a rainstorm and the dirt.

He found himself seeking whitaker out. His hand usually brushing against his shoulder.

Suffice to say, Robby finding out that whitaker was an alpha was a shocker.

(nsfw under the cut)

Robby hasn’t been topped properly in years. Decades. 

He’s tall, broad, hairy, and generally not what alphas are looking for. He had better luck when he was young (ahem, John Carter 👀), but now it’s only ever betas that show interest in him. 

It’s made his heats a nightmare to deal with for the past 20 or so years. He likes keeping his own space to himself too much to hire a heat alpha, so when he’s single, he deals with it on his own, and those betas he’s dated did the best they could, but it straight up wasn’t in their biology to give him everything he needed. 

Which is why he’s thankful to get to a more menopausal phase of life and be done with the whole thing. So, as annoying as it is to start preheat earlier than expected, he welcomes it because it means he’s closer to being finished for good. 

That is, until a certain subordinate makes his interest obvious. Robby tries to resist, he really does. But Dennis is so kind and handsome, not to mention he had begged to help with Robby’s heat so sweetly.  

CW: talks of insecurities, hints to being infertile, Robby tries to break it off, Dennis fucks him dumb to make up <3 no actual sex in this fic but Dennis is definitely hard as a rock.

Dennis has just gotten off a rare night shift, he had to switch with one of them because they were busy that night. When he gets home he finds Robby laying in bed, staring at the tv in their room.

“Hey Robby.” Dennis smiles softly, “Whatcha watching?” He says as he crawls onto the bed, laying beside the older man.

Robby mumbles something Dennis can’t quite hear. Which already rings alarm bells for him. He looks at his mate suspiciously, “You okay?” He leans closer, trying to get a whiff of his pheremones.

“Mhmm…” Robby looks at him briefly.

Dennis stares at him quietly, “Right…” he mumbles back, raising an eyebrow before turning to watch the show.

“I think we should end the bond.” Robby says a bit quickly, “I just think maybe we rushed into things and you’re a young alpha and I’m-“

“You don’t want to be my mate anymore?” Dennis crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly at the omega who pales slightly.

“I-I just…” Robby shakes his head, his arms crossing slightly, “Yes!” He says a bit weirdly, “I think you’re better off without me.”

“Why would you think that?” Dennis asks curiously, this wasn’t the first time Robby had decided to prematurely end their relationship based on insecurities rather than facts.

“Well you just.. you…” Robby hesitantly shifts away, “You’re a smart kid. You don’t deserve to be shackled to a guy like me.”

“A guy like you?” Dennis crosses his arms, “Robby you’re mine. I thought I’ve made that very clear. I don’t want anyone else.”

“You say that now but what if a younger omega who can actually give you pups comes along? Huh? What then?”

Dennis’ features soften, “Michael… we’ve talked about this. I don’t need kids to be happy with you.”

“But you want kids.”

“Sure, but I don’t need them.” Dennis pulls him closer, “Besides we wouldn’t get to do half the fun things we do if we had mini us’s running around.” He chuckles, his hands sliding over the omegas soft features.

Robby feels his cheeks go warm and he looks away, rubbing his mouth awkwardly, “I-you don’t mean that… it’s-“

“No I do.” Dennis smirks, his hands sliding up the man’s shirt, feeling the warm skin of his omega, “I like how you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, y’know that?” He whisper into Robby’s ear who preens at the compliment but he tries to sink into the pillows. A mix of pride and embarrassment as Dennis pulls his clothes off, “Kid- you’re… you’re-“

“Mm-mm… don’t talk.” Dennis creeps up Robby’s body until their lips are close together, “Let me show you how much I need you.” He smirks at robby before kissing him. His hands sliding through his body hair before cupping the back of his neck right over that claim mark that still makes Robby shudder.

“Dennis…” Robby says breathlessly between kisses, his body felt like it was on fire, the young alpha hovering over him, his cock pressed to Robby’s thigh, he was on cloud nine.