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bakerstreet2023-02-22 03:23 am
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A/B/O
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: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!
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.
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.
* Lack of altered genitalia.
* 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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Right?]
That's where I live. And work. Why?
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And for the first time in his life, he feels like he can’t bear to push the issue. So he sighs and shakes his head and drops a kiss to her brow. ]
Nothing. We’ll sort it out later.
[ Because he can’t deal with having to work out when they can see each other right now. He can’t think about calendars, and hours, and schedules when he’s buried inside her, safe and warm in the messy sheets. ]
(( is this a good time to ff??? :) ))
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It was another wave that lasted hours. It wasn't until into the early hours of the next day that she felt her stomach rumble in a way that she wasn't able to ignore like she had the previous times.]
I'm not tapping out, but if I don't eat something soon, I'm going to wind up eating you. And not in the fun way.
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When her stomach growls out, he belatedly realizes it's been too long since they last ate. He doesn't even remember her drinking a single sip of water. So he snorts and peels off the bed, taking her hand in a shockingly tender gesture to guide her into the walk-in closet. He grabs a robe and lets her take whatever she wants before they wind their way down the stairs into the kitchen. The place is a mess. ]
Let me guess--pizza? [ He knows absolutely nothing about her, and even these small bits of information feel fascinating. ] But it's not gonna be like New York pizza out here.
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[She honestly wasn't overly picky when it came to food. Most of her diet was liquid or something she could grab on the go; a sub, a slice of pizza, ramen packets. She lived pretty frugally. Something she didn't think he had the slightest notion of how to do. But she wasn't feeling bothered about it.
She was wrapped up in a robe that smelled of him, the place an utter mess and she had a little bit of pride going through her because of that. She didn't think there was a surface inside they hadn't fucked on. She comes up behind him, arms around his middle, her chin hooked over his shoulder as she sleepily just stood there. For once, she was going to let someone else figure out the specifics. She just wanted something to make the rumbling stop.
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Okay. Not helpful, [ He tips his head to nuzzle his cheek to hers. There's no way he's giving her peanut butter in a jar. ] I hope you like sushi.
[ He thinks he orders too much, but this kind of domestic bliss is foreign to him, and she doesn't contribute much in the way of decisions among options, so he gets what he likes and some more.
Then proceeds to take her to a still miraculously in tact armchair, dragging her into his lap as he tries to give her a glass of water. ]
Drink this. Don't make me make you.
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And she knew that if someone came at Ransom, she'd step between them. Take a shot for him. Because she could, because she'd be more likely to walk away from it, because he was hers. That assurance wrapped around her and had her feeling content as he ordered for them. Then he dragged her to a chair, pulling her into his lap and pushed a glass of water on her and she rolled her eyes.]
You first. I have better endurance than you and you haven't exactly been munching on anything either, Ransom.
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Huh, you're being awfully sweet. [ There's the teasing smile again, this time softer around his eyes. ] So finish that. [ Then he can't help but brush her hair back, tilting his head to admire his mark on her neck. ]
What happened to you? I mean, how come you've never presented 'till now?
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[A snort, because that wasn't the only reason behind it and they both knew it. But she took the water from him, tipping her head back and finishing it, knowing that he was looking at the mark on her neck and feeling a strange flutter of pride over it.
The question was valid, and after she set the glass down, she let herself relax against him, thinking about the best way to answer it.]
Because I'm a freak. I don't know. They experimented on me and I guess it muted things or shoved it down. Maybe made it dormant. It's not like not being strongly one or the other was the worst I had to deal with. Then I just stayed on suppressants since everyone figured I'd be an Alpha and I didn't want to... I was worried about being around an Omega.
[She might be one herself, but there'd always been a protective streak in her. Survivor's guilt. Shame. The notion of being the reason an Omega was hurt wouldn't sit well with her.]
I knew you were an Alpha. Figured that even off suppressants, it wouldn't bother me. I've been around others off of them before. I don't really know.
if you are SO INCLINED :,) i thought about this today and wanted to pick it up...
And if he thought he was drawn in before, now, when he swears he can feel her every heartbeat, a newfound sense of protectiveness bristles at the thought of her denying her own nature. How hard it must be, how painful.
He listens, clear eyes tracing her face. What she says sounds awfully like he's different, but he's the last to believe something as fanciful as soulmates. He gives a soft snort to the thought, even as it gathers hot and fluttery in his chest. ]
Maybe you were waiting for me, hm? [ Mirth gathers in his eyes before a laugh gives away just how little he believed the idea. ] No one has to know.
They're gross. I'm picking it up, but it's sticky and has hairs on it.
[She rolled her eyes. The idea of 'the one' was something she'd squelched long before that car accident had ruined anything soft and fragile about her. She'd been a gothy little angsty teenager, and Nirvana and Green Day had molded her into someone destined to be too cynical to believe in anything that might wind up between the pages of something fanciful and wonderous. If her life was a book, it would be in the horror section. Especially one particular segment of it.
She looked down at him, shifting on his lap as she draped her arm around the back of his shoulders, half on the chair.]
How come you never settled down with one of the, I'm assuming, dozens if not hundreds of Omegas that have wound up ruining your sheets?
[Not that she was jealous of the idea of any Omega crawling into bed with him. Nope. Not a little. That wasn't the glass cracking slightly in her grip at all.]
yummy
All his witty answers to that question escapes him and he's left with a small shake of his head and strange, unpracticed words. ]
'Cus they were all-- [ A furrow tangles between his brow as he looks away, before it smoothes out when he lifts his gaze again. ] Have you ever been so terrified to want something that you go out of your way to make sure it can't happen?
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Did someone forget that someone else has lived their entire adult life on suppressants because the idea of breaking a potential mate was just... hovering there? I don't get to have a happily ever after, Ransom.
[She didn't know if he felt the same way, but given what little she knew, he might be a visitor of Camp Never Happening as well.]
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So they both have their reasons, and he's not naive enough to think this will fix it all. ]
So you're dooming us, huh? [ He's only half-joking, and the wry smile says as much, even if his gaze holds adoration. ] Do you get a happily ever now?
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[She did get up then, moved to go set the glass in the sink with the other broken one, but she turned to come back to him, stopping in front of him as she reached down to take his hands.]
Now I'll have nightmares and panic attacks of people using you to fuck with me. Of walking in to find you dead in my bed with your throat cut, or held as some bargaining chip.
[She said it quietly, softly, but there was tension around the edges of her eyes.]
There's more than just because I'm a fucking asshole to why I don't like having anyone close to me. Being a jackass just made it conveniently obvious.
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Obvious enough for me to want you. [ He slides his fingers into the spaces between hers. ] And until someone gets their hands on me, we're gonna enjoy this, alright? We'll deal with the nightmares as they come. [ His gaze locks onto hers, noticing the worry in hers. ] Nothing's gonna scare me away from you.
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But she did. And as his fingers wound with hers, she tugged him so that he was up against her, looming over her because the bastard was tall, and her eyes went to the red ring of her teeth at his throat. A moment to think and she felt the throb at her own throat, the matching mark that he'd made that had screwed any actual plans they had other than winding up together.]
I'll kill anyone that hurts you.
[Said flatly and calmly. She had blood on her hands already. Once from being told to kill and again because she'd had to. She'd pulled a head from a body that had been left in her bed. She'd had someone else's brains painted on her face and her ceiling. She was a walking maelstrom of chaos and pain. But he was looking at her like that didn't matter.
God, she wanted to believe that.]
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And it's not surprising to him to hear. In fact, it pleases him on a deep, primal level. He lets go of one of her hands to wind his arm around her waist and drops his forehead against hers. They're so close that her features blur at the edges. He smiles, an expression devoid of its usual pretense, with no amount of displeasure at hearing her words. ]
I would do the same for you. [ She's not the only one with blood on her hands, and somehow, that feels right. ]
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[But everything that had happened since she'd crossed his threshold felt like she was in some kind of dreamworld. She was actually dreading what it would be like when the hormones wore off. If he'd look at her the same or if that class of his would rear its head and he'd try to shake her off.]
I'll try not to break any more of your shit. But you should invest in sturdier crap. And where the fuck is that food?
[The downfall of living in buttfuck nowhere, Ransom. Slower delivery.]
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It's coming. [ He pulls out his phone then, leaving her to cross over to the kitchen island as he checks the delivery. ] Fifteen minutes. [ He downs another glass of water and leaves one for her on the counter. ]
Listen, nothing I can buy is sturdy enough to hold up to you, so just don't break me, okay? [ It's a joke. He glances around the living room, taking in the strewn clothes, blankets, various cups and mugs, the splintered couch, the crumpled rug, and notes that how despite the chaos, it feels so right.
The food arrives shortly after they sift through his wardrobe again. She's so cute in his too-large clothes, with his shirts fitting like dresses, revealing enough of her shoulder to draw gentle heat through his stomach. He has a fresh pair of underwear on now and wears the robe she had been borrowing. It smells like her and he can't find it in him to let it go right now.
They're seated at the large dining table, each with a drink, their chopsticks, and a large sushi platter between them. He's hungry, but he barely tastes the food when blatantly watching her proves much more entertaining. ]
So. [ He starts, swallowing a mouthful of food. Time to get to know his new mate. The concept still hasn't sunken in. ] You've only fucked alphas then?
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[Mostly alphas, though, since they were the ones that had the balls to come on to her and push her to make her think the effort would be worth it. She'd had a few that had come close to making her feel something. Something soft. But life had gotten in the way, and it was that reality that made her realize how fragile he was. How easily he could be taken from her.
She slathered wasabi on a piece of sashimi before dipping it in soy sauce, then munching on it. She'll give him this; he picked a place that did sushi right. Fresh and not too fishy, even though it was fish. The only time she ever ate sushi had been with Trish. Healthy and expensive. Jessica glanced up to see him watching her, and she licked at the ends of her chopsticks.]
I take it you're strictly into omegas. I'm betting all that submissive whimpering gets your dick hard.
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Only when they really make me work for it. Or else it's boring. So I've always wanted to try being with another alpha. Someone who'd try pushing me around, you know?
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[She did. Maybe that's why she'd gone for alphas in the first place, even without knowing what she was. She paused as she went for another piece of fish, looking over at him again.]
I take it that's your very subtle way of telling me to keep pinning you to things and manhandling you.
[She hadn't minded it. Hell, she'd seen the look on his face when he'd realized he wasn't going anywhere when she held him down. He hadn't been angry or upset.]
So this... us. What exactly am I looking at in terms of what to expect? I mean... as an omega.
[Funny she had to ask an alpha about that. Funnier that she trusted him to tell her.]
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And with her question comes the newfound sense of protectiveness. She hasn’t a clue about any of it. Even the way she asks is wishy-washy. He chews on a cold piece of tuna as he considers how to answer. ]
Well, everyone says all this shit about how omegas are supposed to be—all submissive and needy and nurturing—and how it gets amplified when an omega is mated. [ He pauses, considering her. ] Everything you fight to not be, right?
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[She went for a piece of roll next, not sure what kind it was, but giving it a liberal dip in soy sauce before eating it. Something with those little eggs. Not bad. God, it should be more annoying that she liked his food, but it wasn't. All those things that normally ate at the back of her head when she had a quiet moment and there was someone else around were being oddly quiet. This was almost nice.
Except for the large windows that showed a whole lot of great outdoors past them. Nature was creepy.]
But I didn't ask about what everyone said. I want to know what you think.
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