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THE ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA MEME

In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?

Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).

RESOURCES:
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.

CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!

ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.

2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.

3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.

SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?

2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.

3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?

4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.

5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?

6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.

7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.

8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!

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[willing to roll with any of the three options]

[Omega]

[Alpha~]

[probably either an omega with some shitty side effects from a neglectful pack in childhood or beta. also interested non-sexual exploration of how relationships work in a/b/o worlds.]

Edited 2025-04-21 20:58 (UTC)

Thing is, Eddie's been through a lot of different kinds of pain in his life. Emotional, physical, you name it. He can handle the worst of it. When the lightning strikes and throws him off the engine, he thinks the tearing feeling in his chest is because of heart palpitations or something. Then he looks up at sees Buck hanging there limply from her harness and he knows it's not.

She's dead.

He doesn't even recognize that he's screaming until he runs out of air. There's no thoughts in his head, nothing coherent, just get to mate and need to help her because some part of him deep down knows that there's a sliver of a chance they can restart her heart. Eddie's not strong enough to pull her up, not when she's dead weight on the end of the line, and that makes him howl almost as much as the initial sight of her dangling in the air did. But the team manages to get her down. They find out what Eddie already knows.

Chim starts doing compressions and Eddie tries to crawl in the back of the ambulance with them. Bobby stops him, presumably says one thing but then changes his mind and shoves Eddie into the vehicle's cab, taking the driver's seat himself. Eddie doesn't know how long it takes them to get to the hospital. He's not really sure of anything other than the aching, bleeding hole in his chest, the small whines he can't stop making, the way Bobby is keeping a hand on the back of his neck every chance he gets the whole drive there, the only reason Eddie hasn't completely lost all of his coherency.

The hand stays there as Buck is wheeled into the hospital, Chim still doing compressions and--oh. As the staff come to take the gurney, he feels a flickering. The bond starting to come back. They got her heart restarted. It's only Bobby's hands on him that keep Eddie from falling to the ground completely as he sobs. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears his captain say something about mate, feral, and sedation before everything goes dark.

When he wakes next, he's in a hospital room, on a different bed than his mate. He doesn't know why, exactly, but he thinks it probably has something to do with the tubes and how she smells of blood, and pain, and antiseptic. They spend days there, he thinks. His mate unable to wake. Eddie going from gingerly laying near her and scenting her as best he can, to pacing the perimeter of the room, to making a make-shift nest on the other bed because their pup comes in every day and he needs a place where Eddie can put him to comfort and protect him while his omega can't do it herself.

The rest of their pack is in and out as well, which gives him some comfort. There's almost always at least one of them there when the strangers with flat scents covered by astringent chemicals come to check on his omega. They keep calming hands on him while he growls low in his throat as they touch her, do something to the machines connected to her and, one time, take some of the tubes away and make her stop breathing for a long moment. (Both his pack alpha and pack omega were there, then. Both had to hold him back on the bed with the shittily made nest while he watched and wondered if the healing wound in his chest would rip open again. Pack omega spent the rest of the day with him after his omega started breathing and Eddie felt like a pup again, seeking reassurance and scenting and comfort.) But still she stays asleep.

Eddie finds himself sleeping more. Or laying on the other bed and staring at his mate. Each hour without her makes it harder to keep going. He knows he has to for their pup, but there's something wrong in him. Something that can't be fixed without her. Their pack smells a little more worried every time they're around. At one point, the pack omega urges him up onto his mate's bed. Eddie goes with it. He wants to feel her more than he is scared of hurting her worse. He curls himself up as small as can be. It's not comfortable, but nothing is. He pressed his face to her side and lets out a long sigh as what's left of his mind drifts.

Edited 2025-04-22 00:28 (UTC)

The time she spends in the coma is - confusing. Sometimes there's nothing; sometimes it's like she's in a void, listening to her pack from very far away. Sometimes her brain fires up images of a hospital room around her, and sometimes it feels like she's drifting through memories. Lately, though, it feels like she's looking for something. She can smell her mate - she's been able to smell her mate all along, she thinks, sometimes joined by the fresh scent of their pup or other members of their pack. But she's following it for ages, drifting from thought to thought and memory to memory, looking for the right path to him.

She's not sure how she finds it, just that when she opens her eyes this time, she's really opening her eyes. Instead of the hospital room she glimpsed on occasion being far away from her, it's right here. She's in it, in her body, and the room carries the faint scents of her pack, and Eddie is right there, pressed up against her. She found him, and she feels a swell of relief and affection.

Buck doesn't know if her voice will work, but that's okay. She lifts her hand - and god it feels so heavy, like she's weightlifting at her absolute limit except it's just her own hand - and rests it on the back of his neck, fingers scratching lightly at his hair.

A pleased rumble rolls out from Eddie's chest at her touch. That feels nice. No one has touched him like that in what feels like an age. At first, he thinks maybe it's someone from the pack who came in when he was drifting. Pack omega doesn't have nails like that. But there's only two people he can sense in the room. Himself and--

Eddie's head snaps up at stare at his mate. Her eyes are open. She's awake.

He immediately shifts position on the bed, scooting up onto his hands and knees so he can get closer, cover her body with his without touching her. He croons as he ducks his head to nuzzle at her throat, ignoring the way his eyes well with saltwater and wet her skin. Scenting her and making sure she knows he's here to protect her is the most important thing right now.

The change in position dislodges her hand, too weak to follow him, and it drifts down onto the mattress next to her. Then he's covering her, and there's the scent of tears in air as he nuzzles her, and she doesn't remember what happened. It had to have been really bad because the room smells like anxiety and despair, and, well, hospitals don't usually set up a second bed for a patient's mate unless their condition is bad.

But when she tries to throw her memory back to whatever happened, there's just nothing. Just some confused memories from when she was unconscious.

Buck tilts her head slightly, submitting to his scenting automatically. "Eddie - " she grimaces at the sound of her voice, scratchy and painful and dry. If she had to guess, she was intubated at some point. "What happened?"

She's vocalizing something but what it is doesn't matter--what matters is that it's causing her pain. Eddie presses gentle fingers to her lips and lets out another quiet rumble. He sits upright so he can get the glass of water that he keeps on the table by the bed and holds it up to his mate's lips so she can drink. A sore throat needs hydration and something cool to lessen the pain. He can go back to scenting her and wrapping himself around her as best he can after she's had a drink. And after he maybe licks whatever water misses her mouth off her chin.

She quiets at his direction, watching with furrowed brows as he gets her water. The fact that he hasn't answered her is - it doesn't have to mean anything serious. Back when he was shot and their positions were reversed, she remembers the way her instincts took over a bit - not the same way they did when she was feral, just her hindbrain telling her that helping her mate was the most important thing.

That could be what this is.

Buck sips at the water, clumsy without the help of a straw (and that's another little alarm going off in her head, because you don't forget about things like that unless your hindbrain is running the show - ). When her throat feels better, she stops, and he cleans off what spilled with his tongue, and her heart hurts as her suspicion deepens.

"Eddie," she says again, her voice a bit clearer now that she's had a chance to hydrate some. "Can you understand me?"

Sorry, Buck, the lights aren't all on in there right now.

Eddie puts the glass back on the table. That bit of caring for his mate done, he cups her face in his hands and rubs their noses together in what he would normally think is a silly little gesture. From there, he lets his nose drift to a spot behind her ear where her scent is concentrated and inhales deeply. She still smells too confused and in pain.

With a quiet whine, Eddie give that spot, then her scent glands, little kitten licks. He rubs the inside of his wrist on the other side of her neck, covering her in his scent, his pheromones pumping out a constant flood of happy, love, protect, love, mine.

Okay.

For a moment, her scent flares with anxiety as she considers hitting the call button and demanding to know what the fuck happened, but just as quickly, she does her best to tamp down on it. If he's gone feral, and especially if it has to do with whatever happened to her, then the scent of her in distress isn't going to help anyone. Neither will having someone other than pack in the room. Buck takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, letting herself take in the pheromones meant to soothe her.

"Okay, Alpha," she murmurs. Really, she's not sure if he's understanding any words at all right now; when she was deep in her own feral state, words didn't mean much. At most, she was tracking the vocalizations, the sound of emotion in people's voices. But it doesn't hurt, either, in case he catches some things. "Thank you for keeping me safe."

Once her neck is thoroughly covered in his scent--a task that Eddie is very diligent about, only pausing for a split second to give Buck a searching look when her scent briefly turns anxious--he moves again. Lays down on his side, this time, all pressed against her side, arm carefully draped over her middle where it shouldn't hurt her. If he could purr, he would be. As it is, he hums quietly and does his best to tuck Buck's head under his chin.

Once Buck's determined that he's feral, there's really not a lot she can do but let him take care of her. At least it's not a difficult task, and unlike Eddie when she was feral, she's not struggling with any ethical concerns about it. He is her mate, and while it hurts to think that whatever happened was so terrible that his mind basically shut down, he's still right here. She's going to recover from whatever happened to her that has her feeling so weak, and he's going to recover, too.

She probably wouldn't have been long for consciousness under any circumstances, but with him concentrating his pheromones on soothing her, it doesn't take long at all for her eyes to slip shut and her breaths to even out with sleep. Real sleep this time, not a coma.

When she opens her eyes again, there's a beta nurse standing at a respectful distance away from the feral alpha, making notes of what the various monitoring equipment she's hooked up to says. "You're awake," he says with a smile. "Welcome back."

After she gets a bit more water into her with Eddie's help, Buck manages a short conversation while her hand rests on the back of Eddie's neck, scratching lightly again. She was hit by lightning, actual lightning, that stopped her heart and fried her internal organs a bit. The stress and bond shock sent Eddie into a feral state, with no improvement the entire time she was in a coma. The treatment plans for both of them are basically rest and monitoring; Eddie's likely to recover as she does. There will be consults in at some point for both of them.

Buck falls asleep again, worn out by the conversation and lulled into it again by her alpha's pheromones.

It's only an hour or so this time before she wakes up, and this time they're alone. Buck clumsily swipes her wrist against his mating gland, scenting him weakly as best she can. "'m sorry," she says, not able to do much about the way her scent saddens. "This shouldn't have happened."

[ INCREDIBLY closeted omega. No robins/adopted kids for any smut prompts, but will happily set some gen scenarios within the broader AU/world and how this impacts the universe and 'family dynamics'.]

[When Bruce picked up a ragged little pup who barely looked nine up off the streets to find out he was twelve and also on the cusp of a complicated puberty as a young alpha, he probably wondered if he could send him back. Or so Jason imagines on a night like this; it was a gala, Jason's second big event. He has a tuxedo and a bow tie and he looks like a perfect little gentleman, which is why-

-which is why when he saw someone put a hand on Bruce, it probably was a bit jarring. In retrospect, Jason doesn't even think it was all that possessive. No one in society knows that Bruce is an omega, and that's okay, Jason will play along because of all people he knows it's not always safe. His mom was an omega. Alphas took advantage of her all the time. Like his shitty dad.

But he saw that hand on Bruce's arm, and the instinct was overpowering. Don't touch my dad!

And then there was the baring of teeth and the push and the fuss and-

-Alfred was there, at least, closeby, and he could escort Jason out, even though Jason did not want to go, and he kept snapping, and now he's pretty sure Bruce is going to kick him out.

He's sitting in the car with his book to "cool off" before they go home and he's pretty sure he's just going to get driven off back to Park Row and shoved out. He thinks he's read the paragraph in his book five times and still has no clue what it says.

When Bruce comes down it feels like it's been hours - it's probably only been about fifteen minutes.]

[ Bruce is still wearing his own tuxedo - and scent mask, marking himself as an artificial, but inoffensive and neutral - beta - when he makes it to Jason.

The fifteen minutes was long enough to make a few apologies and smooth the worst of the ruffled feathers. It's all artifice. He not only knows why Jason did it, he...appreciates it. Not that he'd admit as much, but he doesn't like how much he's casually touched as Bruce Wayne.

The thought of how much worse it would be if he were a known omega makes his skin crawl.

He still doesn't need Jason...protecting? him -- or being possessive of him. That's dangerous, and ridiculous.

He lets his footsteps echo and announce his approach before he opens the door and slides in beside Jason. He studies Jason's face in the car's dome light for a moment or two, head tilted slightly. ]

What happened?

[ Cool, bit remote, but not overtly angry. Just -- Bruce seeking information.]

[Jason's frown is indicative; he was excited about this night, just a few hours ago. It's not that Jason likes these events, as much as it felt like proof that Bruce trusted him to behave, and wanted to show him off. Maybe that was stupid.

He puts his book down, and he brings his knees up to his chest.]

I don't know.

[He does know, that's the thing. He knows exactly what happened. He knows that he got sensitive because Bruce had that fake smile on his face, and he knows that Bruce doesn't like being touched, and he knows that he's been feeling more protective than usual lately, even-

-even if he doesn't have to be.

He wants to crawl into Bruce's lap like he's a much younger boy, so he wraps his arms around his knees instead.]

I don't know.

[ Bruce pivots to put his back against the car's closed door, and just... doesn't believe Jason. He does, for all his failings and faults, at least not start accusing Jason of lying or demanding answers.

It's complicated for both of them. More for Jason than for Bruce. Teenaged, alpha, and the layers of truths, half-truths, misdirections and outright lies around Bruce. Bruce's paranoia and heightened defensiveness around alphas that comes out at the worst times....

He studies Jason in silence for a bit - that posture is just heartbreaking- and then sighs slightly and some (not all) tension subtly goes.]

I broke another kid's arm when I was a year younger than you. Same precipitating event - they grabbed me - so different motive. Money can bury a lot of indiscretion.

[ He's probably going to need to be more direct than that. He doesn't want to be.]

[Jason feels the heat of embarrassment climb into his face, and then against his ribs and stomach. He hates feeling this way, and he hates that he embarrassed Bruce, and-]

I know you don't need me to protect you.

[So maybe he didn't get the message Bruce was actually trying to send with that story.]

I just saw you face, and I know you hate it when people do that, when people who aren't me or Alfie or Dick do that, anyway.

[Although it could go one way or another with Dick.]

And...I just.

I'm supposed to protect you.

[He mutters that into his knees.]

[ Bruce and Jason suffering from miscommunication and missed points? Who could have seen that coming.

Except everyone who knows either of them, at all.]

I appreciate the sentiment, but you aren't supposed to protect me. [ His tone is dry and subtly baffled on top of it. He understands where it's coming from, sure (maybe). But also no.]

I'm responsible for your safety.

Edited 2025-04-22 01:50 (UTC)

[He just looks at Bruce with those big blue eyes.]

That’s what my mom used to say to me too.

[The implication is there. His mom used to say that but she needed him, and maybe Bruce needs him too.

He tucks his chin between his knees.]

I’m sorry I ruined things.

[That is true, anyway.]

I know that you’re not just. I know that designation doesn’t mean-

-but I just wanted to help!

[His voice gets a little growl to it, but he can’t help it. Lately everything has felt so strange.]

You're going to have more of these impulses to protect me, and you're going to need to learn how to control them.

[And he's going to have to keep on controlling the way he wants to bare his teeth at the suggestion of a growl from Jason. At least his lie is well practiced. The practice just doesn't usually involve a kid, much less one of his own.]

but nothing's ruined. Alfred will pay him off, and he'll let it go.

[There's a moment or two of silence, then he touches Jason's back. Right between the shoulder blades, with just the tips of his fingers.] What happened to your mom isn't going to happen to me.

[He almost bursts into tears. Almost. He swallows and turns, flinging himself into Bruce's arms like he's much younger than he actually is; like his size is accurate to his age. He presses the top of his head under Bruce's chin and shakes his head.]

It's not bad. Wanting to protect you, it's not.

[He's going to argue it even as he holds on to Bruce because right now Bruce is the one protecting him.]

[ m/m. omega. more info and some more stuff on his old emp ]

[Info. A fitting alpha villainess or a hidden omega, your choice.]

[How would you feel about playing the Alpha Villainess off of Makoto? It seems like there's some fun dynamics we could use there.]

[Oooh, I'm down for that! You going for alpha, beta or omega here?]

[I think Omega would be fun. Especially since Makoto is so tall and buff. Really playing against the type there. Definitely hiding her status and using suppressors. Thoughts?]

[Oh that's lovely. Leandra trying to tease it out of her, just being an utterly terrible person, haha. I can picture her being very proud of her alpha status and not hiding it in the least.]

[That's absolutely what I was thinking! And it can drive Makoto crazy. Maybe Leandra catches her between doses or something and a heat comes on, which Mako might both hate and love.]

[Whichever works, though either way Joe is absolutely his. They do sleep with others though and they do share, so if you're interested in both vs. just Nicky, let me know, we can make it work.]

[Surprise!Alpha, she's been on suppressants disguised as multivitamins since puberty, because Mrs. Cunningham wasn't about to allow any kind of Deviance in her household.
Not interested in pregnancies, Jason or any of the kids, cross-canon and further AUs are all welcome, if you're not sure just ask!
Also available in male surprise-Omega flavor over at

ccunningham]

[The thing with being a (formerly) divine creature is that he can fill any niche needed, and he likes doing it.]

[High-compatibility beta, it's why he's in the line of work he's in, because he can help whoever needs it. He can knot (not as fully as an alpha, but it's still there) and can handle an alpha in rut without having to worry about a bond-bite or a pregnancy taking hold.]

[Either/or, regardless Nicky is his, but that doesn't mean they don't sleep with others sometimes, and there's also a chance that if you take one to bed you're going to get both. Which is to say: if you're interested in both, just let me know, we can wing it.]

[Either way, though he was probably heavily suppressed until he left home regardless. Not really interested in siblings, Sparrows or pregnancy plots.]

[Whatever she is, she was definitely medicated while in the city, but things are different out in the zones.]

[ooc: Open to discussion.]

(( Either a beta, or an omega trying to pass off as a beta ))

[honestly interested in exploring him as an omega or an alpha.]

[ Alpha. ]

[ probably a chill omega. ]

[Omega using suppressants pretty much always, masquerading as a beta as Dick and an alpha (as much as he can) as Nightwing so he gets taken more seriously/doesn't have to deal with alphas being asses in either identity.]

[ If you're up for gen, I could always toss annoying teenage alpha Danny at ya. "You smell kinda... off" mistaken identity style shenanigans, or perhaps Dick can commiserate while Danny complains about high school drama (God, Omegaverse high school must be a nightmare). ]

[ If that doesn't interest you, no worries. ]

[Hmm, maybe something with his suppressants not working? Like not a heat situation just there's been some fuck up with the supply or he didn't realise he ran out or something ~~says the person going through temporary withdrawal from meds they didn't order. art imitating life~~ and he's holed up somewhere just kind of waiting it out, and idk maybe he needs to go out and buy supplies or something and runs into Danny or something along those lines? Also btw I have not done a lot of a/b/o stuff before so I'm still kinda figuring it out as I go so just be aware XD]

[ No worries. I very much enjoy worldbuilding and non-traditional Omegaverse dynamics, so winging it is cool with me. ]

[ Maybe rather than getting omega suppressants and the medication to mimic beta scent, the supplier ended up sending Dick beta suppressants? And they kinda work but not perfectly, but it's all he's got for going out on an urgent supply run... Perhaps Dick is being hassled or just followed and then Danny pops up all "You good?" and chases off a weirdo. Or Dick could be trying to rush through the errand and Danny doesn't pick up on the social cue and delays him with annoying chatter. Either or, haha. ]

[I'm always here for winging it. And not just because of the pun lol

ooh I like that! So it's sort of enough to let him make a quick trip without drawing too much attention to himself but it's not perfect, and if he's being followed or hassled he's kinda like... I don't want to cause a scene and/or engage with you because I feel like that's going to make shit worse so I'm just trying to ignore it and go, and then Danny shows up and chases them off - could even be a bit of both like then Danny is hanging around and Dick is like how do I politely ask him to go away before he notices anything... XD

Please feel free to start something if you like! I'm just going to bed now so I can hit back tomorrow, or if you want to plot more or would like me to start lmk and I can kick us off tomorrow :)]

[ a big ole omega. however: beefcake omega. ota prompts and any combo of a/o, b/o, o/o, etc. ]

[Alpha. A/A and A/O scenarios are a go. No altered genitalia for her, but I'm fine with a male partner being able to knot (would prefer to avoid other types of altered genitalia for males). No Kilgraves. Cast and crosscanon good, but prefer to know the canon for crosscanon so I know if they're compatible. Open to everything else. 1, 2, 4, 7 are faves. Willing to be Omega in rare pairings with discussion beforehand. Happy to AU her into scenarios or fit things into Marvel NY. Jessica will be a very territorial and protective Alpha. I'm also very open to combining this with werewolf AUs or a monster mash scenario.]

[Any role, and not interested in pregnancy with him as the pregnant one.]

[Beta or Omega. No pregnancy please]

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Evan Buckley | 9-1-1

Maedhros | the Silmarillion | OTA

Xue Yang | The Untamed | OTA

63!Evan Buckley | 9-1-1

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Bruce Wayne | DC Comics | M/M

nananana BATDAD

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mafuyu | given

Lady Leandra Lucia Thornevale | Original | OTA

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Nicky | The Old Guard | OTA

Chrissy Cunningham + Stranger Things + OTA

Zepar + OC + OTA

Gabreel King + OC + OTA

Joe | The Old Guard | OTA

Klaus + Umbrella Academy + M/M

Shiny \ Fabulous Killjoys OC \ OTA

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA

Edmond | Nu:Carnival | m/m

Balerion || HotD au

james t. kirk ( star trek: snw )

Dick Grayson | Batman/DC Comics | M/M preferred for smut/shippy

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morvay | nu: carnival | m/m

Jessica Jones | Jessica Jones/The Defenders | F/M

Donatello | Rise of the TMNT | OTA

Bucky Barnes | MCU | m/m preferred