When she first joined arsenal everyone assumed shed be a rough, tough mean alpha.
Her appearance gave that off and they just figures her quietness was rudeness.
The alpha’s would shove and push at her because shes strong, she can take it.
The omegas kept their distance because they didn’t want some mean alpha touching them. Even katie stayed away because she didn’t want R.
It took beth and cait being particularly rough for things to change.
R having been pushed hard to the floor and she just whimpered eyes watery as she curled into herself.
Beth and Cait immediately felt bad but were so confused because why is this buff nearly 6 foot alpha whimpering from a light shove?
All it took was a “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me” for them to immediately understand
The omegas rushed over and u were hugged better, head in Vivs neck as she rocked u a little.
It was a little awkward with ur big body and her smaller one but she made it work.
After the incident they were a lot gentler with you, only rough housing when it was initiated by you and the omegas let you close to them.
They found your large muscles arms wrapped round them mind numbing.
You may be strong and big but your hold on them was always soft and gentle, though they felt so protected.
Having the omegas in her arms calms Buff!R soooo much.
- ANATOMY -
Shes definitely 8-9 Inches, 1.5-2 inches thick with such a pretty blush tip. Her cock has a thick vien underneath and shes un-cut.
She has one ball that hangs a little lower than the other and they’re full and round.
She keeps well trimmed and has a pretty thick and full happy trail tho she shaves it down.
She def shaves a cute heart or star there sometimes.
Shes POTENT. One or two drops = Pups
- SEX HCs BELLOW -
ALOT of ridding.
R just loves gentle riding, holding the girls hips and guiding them on her cock.
Shes all low groans and soft gasps as she watches her omegas bounce in her big cock loving how she stretches out their pretty pussy’s and how they make a mess on her cock.
She has terrible pull out game, like non existent.
In ruts is when she comes into her own pinning her small omegas and pounding away hard and fast.
Size kink go brrrrrrrrr
She doesn’t really get with the alphas tbh. Its inky in couple settings like with lessi and leah, cait and katie or viv and beth.
Its rare even then someone’s going to fuck her ass.
The first one to do it was Beth.
It took getting R pussy drunk and balls deep in vivi but beth managed it rubbing her hands up and down Rs back and hips placing kisses as Rs mouth latched onto Vivs neck her hips softly thrusting into Vivs pussy ready to give her a biggg load.
The second she felt beth by her ass she froze and her eyes widened but a whimper from viv and her legs locking around her kept R in place.
Beth was gentle when fucking into Rs ass knowing she was her first and she kept teasing to a minimum.
Very soft moment. The only jokes were about how much cum poor vivi was getting, the girl having JUST come off Birth control there was a very high likely R gave her a pup.
Beths constant teases of “Trying to get my wife pregnant huh baby?” And Vivs whines and she rubbed at her own clit cheeks flushed as she begged for more cum.
Ofc beth was also filling R up and kissing her neck and back.
The 3 were very much bonded when at training the next day and EVERYBODY could tell with how viv insisted R carried her or how R seemed to craze Beths attention and approval.
Though R isn’t against some alpha-alpha action shes still Alpha enough to get aggressive and snappy when her alphahood is questioned.
It was another Beth and Viv night when this was really shown.
Beth wanted to test how far R was comfortable going and tied her up making her watch as she fucked viv. It hadn’t been many nights since they all first lay together so if viv was pregnant they wouldn’t have knows, at least anyone but the sire and Viv.
Beth spent the night taunting a caged R telling her who vivs REAL alpha was and who should fuck viv.
These comments passed with glares, annoyed huffs and maybe a growl or two if her tone was particularly patronising but it didn’t really come to head till viv was straddling R and pushing out all the cum into her lap.
A clear disrespect to R and she felt herself growing upset trying to communicate to beth silently too embarrassed in front of viv. But she kept going;
“See Y/N? Whos the true alpha huh? Say it tell me who-“
The second they locked eyes though beth saw the unshed tears, embarrassment and the flicker of uncomfortable shame.
Not wanting to hurt R more she made an excuse.
“Im tired, thats enough. Viv baby why don’t u go get a bath ready for us yeah?
The second Viv was gone R was uncaged and hugged.
The boundaries of what was okay and what was not now known and passed on to the rest of the pack a new sense of understanding formed.
Though R still has only been with beth out of the alphas in that way, the others could now do so without fear of going wrong.
- END NSFW -
The pack are still learning when it comes to buff R.
Theres still times her soft feelings vs her buff hard appearance.
Buff R still sometimes shuts down and hides away from them.
She gets embarrassed they might think she should just alpha up or be weak not this middle ground she has.
But they love her and she loves them so they will all figure it out in time.
Hello hello hello, I am here!! My life is not that insane, I’ve just been obsessed with Hello Kitty Island Adventure and Drag Race, so sorry😭
🔱-anon, omg stopppp (don’t), also I LOVE greek mythology and history so THE ODYSSEY REFERENCE THANK YOU
Author: two more ideas perhaps? Thanks to 🔱 anon I thought of it, but if you’re into or have been into Percy Jackson, then maybe a Demigod Batsib, who Bruce sent away very quickly and like none of them ever visit or see, and she quickly becomes a year round camper or a camper staying with other campers because every time she’s home she’s been attacked by monsters? And then when they finally see something maybe she’s gotten on the news for something (not good of course, it’s the curse of being a demigod) and they go to see her and are like holy shit you’re huge and muscular and scarred and tatted up with a sword wth 😨. Idk food for thought😻
2nd: I genuinely can not remember if I’ve asked you before or not, but have you seen YellowJackets, and if so, YellowJackets Batsib?
Sorry these are always so long when I send them jfc, can you tell I talk too much lmao. Anyways LOVE YOU TONS -🫀
Special mention that this specific reader is Tall and Buff-
I have not watched YellowJackets, but it seems interesting. I'll put it on my watch list!
Now- I have four Percy Jackson books- my first mistake was buying them in my native language, the second is my unabridged hate for first-person POV(it was very impulsive and my dad's money so I don't really feel bad about it), BUUT, I know enough from memes and the musical that I should do relatively okay :)))
The question, however, is- who is the goddess or god who's the other parent? I'd personally go with the war/mischief/misfortune related gods- Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, Eris, or Enyo, depending on what depiction you follow, Ate, Apate, Oizys, Kakia, etc. I'm going the Eris route purely because of the chaos it'll create for both humans and Gods.
I'm also used to writing about Dionysos(the greek god) as Dionysus(the Thracian god), son of Bendis, which the greeks associated with Selene, Hekate and Artemis, so I may slip in that aspect-
You don't remember who your mortal father was, not anymore, or not like you thought you did- maybe glimpses, some Bruce guy- or maybe Alfred? Did it even matter? All of that, and all you remember of him is telling you it's better if you stay away for a while.
A while turned into as long as you lived.
You also remember finding out the truth- well, half of it. Your mother was a goddess. That's all you knew. Dionysos had strict orders to not let you know, for now. A special case, prophecies and legends everyone knew about, prophecies that the higher-ups wanted to see how you'd play out without anyone's interference.
The God couldn't bring himself to tell you even if he could, your mere presence brought a moment of clarity the drunk wasn't used to. "I don't want to prove myself to someone I haven't even seen, let alone to someone who left me here." Dionysos was accustomed to teenage angst, tween rage, and childish hopefulness.
You just accepted it. Took it for what it was- a mortal parent sick of the stuff you unintentionally attracted, and a godly parent who didn't give a fuck, who just wanted to create problems. He drank so much that night, like he had never done before.
And you just started doing your best to help around, to learn everything and anything, so that no one would have another reason to throw you out like some sort of useless toy.
And Dionysus did something he's never done before- took you under his wing. Or so Chiron would say, the god would have a few choice words against it, which he did, whispered as you were passed out on a bed in the medbay. No, he wasn't there because he was worried for you, he had work- around- that particular side of the cabin where you were, and he was just making sure you were still breathing.
No, Chiron, he did not cry when you gave him a happy mother's day card as a joke, fuck you, slandering his name like that. Despite that, he keeps the card in the drawer of his desk.
The peace and quiet didn't hold forever, Percy's arrival seemed to be the reason for it- or maybe you two being in the presence of each other lit the fire. Either way- shit went down. Discord started, and you left with the kids and disappointed in yet another parental figure.
You ended with the kids in Central City, in the middle of the Justice League fighting some monster, and while the kids watched the fight at your side your eyes were on the map. "We could take the train to Kansas City and then take another to Las Vegas."
"... We could also help them." Percy muttered as he watched the Flash get grabbed by the monster while Superman was sent into a building. "They're fine." You shrug. "The Flash just got eaten by the thing." Annabeth said.
It was a moment of silence before you sighed and turned to look at the fight. With a flick of your arms, the wrist cuffs turned into two one-handed Dacian falxes. You pointed one at Percy. "Stay. Out. Of it." The falx turned to Annabeth. "You too."
Wonder Woman gasped in shock as the monster's ankle got cut clean through. Her weapons have been the only ones to be able to slice through the thing's skin, the thing was clearly affected by godly weapons, and you weren't a god, that she was sure.
For a moment, as Barry clawed his way out of the slit you created at the things neck, she thought you were an amazonian, you sure were built like one of them, but the buzz of your presence as you got closer and closer after the beast went down told her everything she needed to know.
"You know her?" Clark asked Diana, but Bruce answered for her. "She doesn't," and the two turned to look at the bat, the implication that he knew being loud and clear.
"Thanks-" Barry tried to show his appreciation to the lady who saved him, but Bruce interrupted him. "What are you doing here?" You were supposed to be in NY, being safe at the camp made for demigods, not here creating trouble again. And he sure as hell didn't expect to see you like this- as tall as him, biceps bigger than his head, arms and neck tatted with all kinds of spells and depictions of myths- were you even old enough for that?
"Watch your tone, bat-boy. One of these days your sugar daddy's money won't be able to take you out of the grave you dug yourself-" Barry chokes on a laugh, and Clark's nostrils twitch as he bites back a smirk. "And if you want to thank me- you can be helping me-"
"US." Annabeth smiles up at Wonder Woman, her eyes shining with admiration. "Hi-" but you interrupt her. "What did I say?" you grumble, and it clicks for Clark as his eyes slowly turn to Bruce, who remains stoic. "We did as told! We stayed out of it-"
"Yeah- see we can listen." Percy smiled up at you. "I saw you throw a rock at it." You raise a brow. "... It distracted it." Grover whispered with a pout. "Not the point." It also clicked for Barry, his neck almost snapping as he turned and looked at Batman with pure shock.
But Diana only senses Eris claim over you, and she can only blink at the gentle way you are with these other demigod kids. Damian, on the other hand, was fuming as he stomped past a shocked Nightwing, standing tall at Bruce's side, eyes looking up at you.
"Help with what?" The boy hissed, and you just looked at him. "We need to get to Las Vegas." Grover shrugs. "Why?" Damian presses, and Percy snorts. "Why do you care?" You sigh as the boys get into a smart off, redirecting your attention to the adults. "Work." Diana tilts her head. "What kind of work?"
" ... Work." Diana's eyebrows raised, glancing at Bruce, as it clicks for her as well. And she just sighs, already done with this man and his million kids.
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MEMES!!
Bruce, trying to math out how old Reader is:
Diana, smelling Eris magic on Reader:
Barry, traumatized after being swallowed whole, trying to phase the saliva off:
i started drifting towards this storm cloud and couldn’t stop, please forgive me - thinking abt an intimidating reader losing their absolute shit at 141’s captain.
post inspired by beloved @rawme-price‘s au right here (i’m sorry if u don’t want to be tagged! ? pls alert me if you don’t-)
cw: yearning for price’s wife let’s go
“you are a piece of shit.” the words are out before you can stop yourself. but you don’t regret them.
at first, price couldn’t believe his ears. it caught him so wildly off guard before it offended him. the older man turns slow on his heels until he’s facing you, boots making not a sound on the floor. in reality, he towers over you. but now? he’s never looked punier.
“Excuse me?” price says, voice a low rumble.
you’ve thought of pulling her out of there, but honestly what would you do? kiss her? love her? cherish her forever and tell her she reminds you of the moon and stars?
“You. Are. A piece. Of shit. Johnathan. Price.” you enunciate every word, not daring to break eye contact with the man before you, really make sure he understands every single syllable coming out of your mouth. lucky for him, the base was mostly empty that day and not many heard you standing up to price. those who did quickly duck behind a corner. not wanting to cause any outbursts in the hallway, both of you turn to leave, but you couldn’t keep it quiet and mutter something price wasn’t supposed to catch. the words "…leave" and "poor woman" reach his ears. one of them twitch, and a buzz settles in. like a wasp tucked itself inside his ear. it grew louder over your muffled footsteps, slowly receding in the background.
he can’t have that.
a rough hand grabs you by the shoulder, jerking you around, “What the fuck did you just say?” fury itself couldn’t describe the inferno behind the captain’s eyes. seems you hit a nerve. “Answer me, [rank name]”
that’s it. something cracks within you, you’ve had it of hearing snippets of his sugar coated stories about his wife knowing damn well that woman was on survival mode every. single. day. so you shout, you yell as loud as your lungs allowed.
“You are killing your wife!” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, in John’s eyes you’ve lost it, however you couldn’t be more sure of your words. “You think she’s fucking happy with you, she’s not! Fucking confining her to a cage made of gold, expecting her to sing for you—I mean, have you ever heard of free flight birds before?” you whoosh a hand in the air, trying to dismiss being momentarily sidetracked. “Stress is the number one silent killer and you are the main source of her woes.”
his chest rises and falls, "who the fuck do you think you are?" John thinks, he was going to let it go but the way you just spoke to him lit something ugly in his heart.
“You have no right—” but fuck it, you cut him off.
“No, you have no right! Absolutely no right…you barely talk about her, yknow, and when you do, it’s little meaningless pieces here and there like crumbs,” a pause, like you’re afraid of saying it. “is that all she amounts to in your eyes?”
“An afterthought?” you finish weakly, the fire that fueled your rage dims down to a gentle ember. “Fuck’s sake, captain.”
you keep going, “Fuck you are suffocating.” sighing out, you cradle your forehead like your head’s about to fall off. maybe it’s been too long working with him and the hours are finally getting to you. “You know, as a captain, you are phenomenal. As a husband? You’re better off alone.”
now he could call you every name under the sun, give you diabolical punishments for speaking out of line but yeah, he can’t. he has no jurisdiction over you, you belong in KorTac and he doubt their Colonel will do anything else besides side with you. fucker’s a lovesick pup.
last time he agrees to a two month long joint operation with fucking pmc’s.
| Roman Klymenko x Angelique “Angel” Smith x Buff!Reader (original characters, Angel and Roman Belong to @a-literal-no-name)
| Angst/NSFW/Sexting
| Word count: 2k
|18+, MINORS DNI
Time ambles by, and it’s pleasant. As pleasant as it can be, anyway. You share their bed. You find yourself crashing over at their places, or them at yours. Perhaps in another world what you settle into could be described as a sort of domestic bliss.
And yet, you still think.
You take your photos, and you think.
You go to the gym, lifting weights, and you think.
You box, and you feel warm blood running down into your mouth from the broken capillaries in your nose after a particularly nasty punch connects, and you think.
You think about what Roman said.
She’s never going to love you, you know.
No. She won’t. Neither of them will. You’re not sure he’s capable of it, or if she wants to.
It’s time to move on. Whatever this… thing you’ve been entertaining is has been nice, but the longer you clutch onto it, the deeper it roots itself into you. Soon it will be gnarled around your heart and you won’t be able to extract it.
Better to start a slow distancing.
You download the dating apps. Setting up a profile is something you haven’t done for a long time but it’s familiar enough to do quickly. You take a good photo of yourself, and your makeup is always incredible, so it doesn’t take long for some interest to amass.
You meet a nice dude on there. His name is Finn. You exchange pleasant messages, and then some more flirty ones.
Angel’s text flashes at the top of your screen. It contains a multitude of pink heart emojis. You stare at it for a long moment, and then flick it away.
Keep talking with Finn. He asks about your workout routine and photography. You ask him about his office job and his dogs.
A message from Roman: angel wants to know why you’re ignoring her
Your thumb hovers over it, ready to click and reply. A reflex. A text appears from either, you respond instantly.
Don’t do it. Don’t.
You ignore Roman and return to Finn. After a little more idle chit-chat, you decide to meet tomorrow for coffee.
You put your phone on your bedside table and fall asleep watching makeup tutorials online. With your back to it, you don’t see your screen continue to light up from both of them.
*
The next morning you go for your daily jog, blasting music as loudly as you can in your ears to try and suffocate your thoughts. It’s with a curl of your lip that you see the Rammstein playlist Roman set up for you is first on your music app. You put on something easier to work out to and get going.
You don’t check your texts, as much as you want to. No. You just look at the dating app, concentrate on Finn. He says he’s looking forward to later. A genuine smile flies across your face at the idea. Yeah. You’re looking forward to it, too.
At home you strip out of your running clothes and walk through your apartment to your shower naked. At least living alone has its benefits. You don’t need to worry about anyone scrutinising your nudity. You turn the water up, hot, and stand under its stream until it starts to sting. You reach for your soap --
–and see Angel’s shower gel. She left it here and keeps ‘forgetting’ to take it with her. It’s pink and smells of strawberries and you can never bring yourself to use it, because it's hers.
It’s the water that’s stinging your eyes. It is.
You wash your hair thoroughly, step out of the shower, dry. Agonise over an outfit. Settle on some leggings and a nice shirt. Not looking like you’re trying too hard, but good enough for a first impression.
When your makeup is perfect - that is the one thing you’ll spend proper time on - you head out of the house to meet Finn.
He’s sitting at the park, on a bench, reading a book. He looks exactly like his photos. A little shorter than you, but with a well-kept beard and a bright smile. He’s lovely. He talks animatedly about anything and everything, seems genuinely interested when you discuss your own life. Asks thoughtful questions. Comments on all the right things.
When he proposes getting a coffee, of course you say yes.
You amble towards your favoured café, you feel his hand slip easily into yours. It surprises you for a moment and you almost freeze mid-step, but then you realise how incredibly natural it feels, and give his fingers a gentle squeeze.
He says something that gets you laughing, really laughing, and you throw your head back and close your eyes.
When you open them again, you spot two very familiar figures walking the opposite way down the street.
Oh no.
Angel’s face lights up when she spots you and you see her walk turn into more of a skip. Roman is forced to keep pace with her. She trills out your name in a sing-song.
Both of their expressions turn to absolute shock when they see you’re holding hands with someone.
Angel stops dead. Her smile is gone in an instant, instead replaced with a look of a wounded puppy. Roman remains carefully neutral but you see the way his eyes flit from you to her, unsure.
“Hey,” you say, when your paths inevitably cross. Angel manages to plaster a smile back on but you know her well enough to see through it.
“Hey! I didn’t expect to see you out today! Who’s your friend?”
She turns to Finn who is pleasantly oblivious to everything that’s happening behind the scenes of this interaction.
“I’m Finn. It’s nice to meet you…?”
“Angel!” Angel says, before you can start doing damage control, “And this is Romi!”
“It’s fucking ‘Roman’,” comes the mutter, but nobody acknowledges it.
“Nice to meet you, Angel. How do you all know each other?”
Well, I met Angel on a photoshoot, and ended up fucking her and her ‘friend’ here. It’s a semi-regular thing now, actually.
“We did some work together,” you answer, quickly, “Angel is a model.”
“Oh, cool,” Finn says, and it looks like he’s going to continue to speak, so you interrupt:
“Well, we should go and get that coffee now. See you guys later,” your tone of voice leaves no room for argument, and you gently steer Finn past them.
You don’t see, but they watch you walk away. Then Angel grabs Roman’s hand and starts dragging him to his apartment.
*
You get twenty minutes of uninterrupted conversation before the first message comes.
You’re waiting for Finn to come back with your coffee when your phone screen lights up.
Angel💕
Attach: 1 img
You furrow your brow and open it, in public, which is a mistake; because the picture Angel has sent you is of her on her knees with Roman’s cock in her mouth.
You gasp out loud and lock your phone screen, looking around to see if anyone has spotted you. It seems they haven’t. Checking nobody is watching you turn down the brightness on your phone and open it again.
It’s a good photo. Her hand is wrapped around his base, her mouth open and dripping with spit, eyes a bit hazy, hair a tangled mess. You can see Roman’s hand fisted in it, guiding her.
Something stirs between your legs.
“You okay?”
You almost jump out of your skin as Finn reappears. He looks genuinely concerned at how flustered you’ve become. You force a smile and take your cappuccino.
“Fine!” you insist. You leave your locked phone on the table and get back to your conversation, but it isn’t long until you see it light up again.
Angel💕
Attach: 2 img
Roman🛠
Attach: 1 vid
You slide your hand over to grab it, bring it into your lap. You check it as discreetly as you can.
The pictures Angel sent you are not dissimilar to her first one. The second is of her, face pressed up against Roman’s pelvis, his dick entirely down her throat. The third is a change of angle: she’s on the bed on all fours, taking a photo of herself and behind her. You can see one of Roman’s hand holding tightly onto her hips, mid-fuck, and despite it all she’s had time to add some text:
Wish u were here 💕
You suck in a deep breath at that, and go to swipe the chat away. No. No time for this, you’re at your first date in months, you need to be present, you need to -
Instead, you accidentally switch to Roman’s message, and the video starts playing.
“Ah, yes, Romi, harder! Show her what she’s missing!”
“Shut the fuck up. It’s better without your whiny voice.”
Your eyes can’t help but be drawn to it.
It’s from Roman’s point of view, on his old phone camera. His dick pumping in and out of Angel, her back scratched red from the heat of the moment. With every thrust of his hips there’s the sound of flesh slapping flesh.
The worst part about it is, it’s hot.
It’s not so loud the whole coffee shop turns to you, but it certainly gets Finn’s attention. Too late do you slam the lock button, silence their voices.
Finn looks dismayed. There’s no way he didn’t just hear the video.
“Was that… was that the girl we just met in the park?” he asks, upset.
“Oh God. Finn, I’m so sorry, it’s not –”
“It was, wasn’t it? Oh my god, do you have a video of her?”
“No! No, she just sent it –”
Wrong choice of words, even if they are true. Finn looks even more hurt.
“I should go, right?”
You want to say no, but you can feel tears welling in your eyes, and you don’t trust yourself to speak. It’s too late, anyway. He’s picking up his jacket and shrugging it on, downing his coffee which must still be scalding. But he does it to get away from you quicker.
“This was…” he trails off without finishing his sentence, and leaves.
You take a moment to compose yourself. You are getting looks now, people are mumbling, already gossiping about whatever just happened at the two-seater table by the window.
You swallow your pride and sadness. Instead it begins to compress into anger. You stand up so suddenly your barely-touched cappuccino spills into its saucer, and start the journey towards Roman’s apartment.
You’d recognise the mess in the back of Angel’s photos anywhere.
*
You slam your hand into his front door, using the butt of your fist rather than your knuckles just to exorcise some of the anger. You’re fuming. You’re apoplectic.
But when a barely-dressed Angel opens the door, a smirk on her face and Roman leaning against the wall behind her, you feel it all fizzle out of you. It’s replaced by an overwhelming sadness.
When she spots that her bravado deflates immediately.
“Oh,” she says, cowed.
“Why…?”
You wanted to shout. You wanted to. Instead your voice is gravelly and strained as you hold back the urge to cry. You won’t do it in front of them. You won’t.
Angel says your name, softly, and puts her hand on your arm. You jerk it out of her grip.
“Can’t you do me the fucking kindness of just… leaving me alone on a date? Why can’t you just let me move on? Because it’s been made very clear I’m not a part of whatever this is, and every second I’m around you two I’m reminded of it, and it fucking hurts.”
You gesture between the two of them, and Angel’s head snaps round to face Roman. His eyes fall to the floor.
For once, he has nothing to say.
Angel is crying. You’re crying. She looks devastated. Even Roman seems… as close to upset as Roman can get.
You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your denim jacket and curse silently to yourself when you see the smear of makeup you’ve left there.
Despite it all, you manage a dry, humourless laugh.
“Just my luck, huh?” you sigh, knowing you now look as much of a mess as you feel.
Angel goes to say something. Roman goes to say something. But you turn on your heel and walk away before they can get anything out.
Goodness that's a lot of pups, and like how much of an age gap exists between all of them, obviously buff!r can sire quite a few at once, but I can't imagine they could all be pregnant at once because of the logistics of it all
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So viv and Rs kid and leah and Rs kid are around a month or so appart since we did the whole Leah baby trapping R bc she was left out idea lol.
Then theres probaby a year or so between the next pup or 2 and so on.
Ofc i dont have logistics and am open to suggestions lol
Id say Viv and Rs pup is 3-4 when viv goes to man city so that might help with spacing em hmm
R is deff gonna go get her self done after ky has pups because GOD so many its a good job the pack is big.
I feel like katie was probably having caits kid when viv and beth were having theirs bc they went on a could holiday or something and thats probably when alessia and Rs kid is 1-2
Okay okay, so i have one more thought for buff alpha R (for now, i'm sure there will be more😂)
Knowing how little buff R likes other alphas in their ass (except for beth ofc) and how possessive they can get when fucking an omega, i feel like R would not be down for double-teaming an omega with another alpha at first unless buff R knows that is something the omega would want. They just don't want to do anything that would make their partners uncomfortable now that R has their trust
Obviously the couples are the first ones to get R to try it. We've established that viv, beth and R are so soft and sweet and beth is the only alpha R actually let's dominate them and likes it. I feel like caitlin definitely got R to help put katie in her place when need be, although that is a lot more rough fucking so R doesn't like it as much
For leah and kyra R does it eventually. With how horny leah gets she definitely pulled down R's shorts and sucked them off while another alpha fucked her from behind in the changing room at some point, so R caught on pretty quickly that leah is into that. Kyra i feel would get curious seeing leah do it and eventually bring it up to the alphas, and from then on R does it sometimes
But lia and lessi? They never told R that they would be into that, so it's not happening. It's fine during pack bonding when someone kisses them while R eats them out, but as soon as buff R has their dick inside either of them no other alpha is allowed near. It once got to the point during a pack bath that resulted in group sex where R was softly fucking into lia and one of the other alphas came over and tried to use her mouth, R just basically squared up and aggressively growled at the alpha until they left, R releasing their scent and thursting into lia the whole time, which just made her even needier and whinier under R. So yeah, lia and alessia are the two omegas buff R still gets really possessive over whenever they fuck
Wowie wowie wowie lemmie just answer section by section!
R is just such a good alpha, always wanting to but her mate / sexual partner first. And never asks for more than whats being offered, doesn’t even ask for beth and viv sandwich time. And god forbid another alpha try to touch an omega when shes fucking them. She even snapped at lotte for kissing lessi…
I see that. Cait needs NO help putting katie in her place bc katie loves a rough fuck and pleasing cait. BUT they both wanted to see / feel what R could do
Leah just yanked them shorts down and started sucking, since it was a new thing leah had told beth prior knowing if anyone was going to get r to relax and enjoy it was her. Just Rs eyes being closed as leah gives the slippiest neediest head and then R smells beth and feels them strong arms round her waist and kisses to her back and shoulders and immediately knows shes a) in safe hands and b) gonna get her ass fucked unless she says no and it makes her so needy.
As for kyra wanting to try, she got beth, R, and steoh together and was like i wanna do that with u but steph fucking u? And R was soooo unsure but Steph is trustable and gentle and similar in size and beth promised to hold Rs hand and make sure she was okay so she agreed.
Lessi and lia just haven’t really thought about doing it. If another alpha was to join i feel like it’d be with lessi and probably be Mary or Lotte.
R will fight anyone if she thinks they pose a threat to the omegas esp if it’s in an intimate setting.
I actually love ur mind and love this topic ughhh i missed it i may just HAVE to stay logged in
Buff!r would so be holding Viv and her's pup, like look, look at my pup! Look! I made that! Isn't it cute! And Viv has to just kind of chuckle while buff!r is parading their child around
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She just chuckles because R is SOOOO happy!
Im talking chest puffed and softly rumbling as she shows of her pup who’s already decked in arsenal merch and wrapped up in a blanket cooing softly at their silly mama.
