A/B/O

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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.
* 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!

Comments

[assholic]

Maybe.

[Didn't that thought send a lick of heat through her, pooling between her thighs as she watched the quirk of his brow. Smug little shit.

She left the chopsticks and went to pick up a piece of tempura with her fingers.]

Videocall would be better. Or coming by my place and seeing if you can make me break some of my shit.

[trustfundee]

[ It does make him very curious to see what her place looks like. But he’s far from fond of the big city. ]

Yeah? You’d do that for me? [ His tone is sugary as he reaches out and puts a hand on her arm. His smile takes on a humoured edge. ] Would you get all hot and bothered waiting for me?

[assholic]

No.

[With anyone else at any other time, she'd shake off the hand and throw her food at him. But she leaves her arm where it is, and instead opts to take a pointed bite of her food.]

But if it keeps you from having some other piece of ass making your bed a mess, then I'll tell you what a big boy you are while I'm on a stakeout.

[trustfundee]

[ He hums, a low tone that tapers to a hint of a laugh. ] Tell me how good you’d take me if I were there? [ He drops the sugary tone. ] Only if it goes both ways. No one gets to fuck you but me.

[assholic]

[Two dark brows lifted up, and she took another pointed bite, chewing slowly before she reached for the water to wash her mouthful down with.]

No one, huh? No betas? No other alphas?

[Not that she thought any of them would go near her while she still had his mark on her neck, but then again... she healed quickly. He might have to redo it before she left. And then again. That made this a little unfair, and since she was the omega, apparently, that might make it worse on him. She had to think about that before she spoke again.]

How many omegas have your teeth marks on them, Ransom?

[trustfundee]

[ Ransom pulls his hand back, and the words shouldn’t land like a slap to his face. He has to pause for a second before he frowns. The moment makes his expression too transparent, the hormones giving him tunnel vision. ]

Are you serious right now? [ He knows she doesn’t know him, but the question is loaded. ]

[assholic]

Very.

[She didn't know him, and that was the problem. She knew that he grew up in privilege and probably had every form of female writhing on the floor at his feet when he was in a rut. For all she knew, he marked and left them wanting more. But there'd been that hesitancy in biting her. He'd held out. And it wasn't like she'd gone running around sinking her teeth into everyone she fucked.

Hell, she'd never done it before. But the idea of him doing it to someone else had red flashing over her vision.]

How many women am I going to have to be a complete asshole to?

[trustfundee]

[ He shakes his head, knowing she has nothing to go by but his reputation. There are very little situations where he actually cares what someone thinks of him, and this seems to be one of them. ]

You’re the only one. I told you before. Last thing I want is a clingy omega.

[assholic]

[She dropped the last bite of food, wiping her greasy fingers on a napkin and then using her foot to nudge the table out of the way. Slowly. Her eyes were on him the whole time, taking in the robe that she'd been wearing he'd reclaimed.]

How about a pushy, horny one?

[trustfundee]

[ Mealtime’s over, as signified by the moving table and the way she looks at him like he’s next in the menu. He puts his chopsticks down and reaches for her instead. ]

Perfect. [ He almost purrs the word as heat immediately licks up his spine. ] Come here. [ Into his lap, on this dining chair, where he can wrap an arm around her waist and nip along her jawline. ]

[assholic]

[The urge to fight him and those demands have melted away, replaced by that warmth that was spreading through her again. Her scent spiked, rising up around her as she moved to crawl into his lap, pushing the robe open and off the parts of him it covered. She wanted more of him on display, wanted to see how many marks she could leave on him this time.]

Tell me, if the sex is this good, why does anyone ever get out of bed?

[trustfundee]

[ He sits back enough to let her push the robe down his arms, so it gathers loosely on the chair. There’s a low laugh. ]

For dumb things like real life and jobs, [ he answers, words pressed into the kisses along her neck followed by a scrape of teeth. He can’t help but breathe her in deeply, exhale laced with a groan as his hands push under her shirt.

He pulls back enough to look at her, eyes dark and warm. ]

People take days off, you know. To do this. You’re gonna have to start doing that too.

[assholic]

That so?

[Days off. God, it had been a long time since she'd actually set up to take time off that didn't involve hiding from a psychopath or having to get over a hangover- those rare few times she'd really fucked herself up.

His hands slipping up under her shirt had her arching into him, her teeth catching at her lip as she looked down at those blue eyes on either side of that aristocratic nose. She reached down to pull her shirt up over her head. The less she had on, the better.]

To come out here?

[Crap. She was going to have to get some kind of rental car membership. And it was going to cost her. But... with the heat pooling low in her stomach and the look he was giving her, she was finding that it wasn't maybe so bad of an expense.]

[trustfundee]

Mhmm, [ Fuck, he feels like he’s drowning in her, like he’s loosing a grip over the part of himself that was always rooted, even at the height of a rut. But he’s never had a partner before, never had anyone who was a constant, and talking about it like this with her feels exhilarating and terrifying and like something he’s never imagined. ]

Or I’d go out there. [ A hand smooths up her front to palm a perky breast, thumb rolling over her nipple as he tips his hips up, grinding into her. ] Either way, you’ll clear your schedule for me. [ There’s a tone of certainty to his words. ] And I’d satisfy this pretty little heat of yours, hm?

[assholic]

You sound pretty damn sure of yourself...

[The snarl that would usually be behind that tone was more of a purr, and it was hard to think of how annoying that kind of demand was when there was pleasure melting down to the pit of her stomach from the pinch and roll of her nipple. He ground upward and she felt herself get wet all over again. Enough so that the damp ruined his boxers.

There was a flush on her cheeks, down over her chest, and her hand came up into his hair. She liked mussing it. Liked making him messy, in a kind of 'I've been here' manner.]

What if I don't have another heat? What if I just stay on suppressants?

[trustfundee]

[ A demand? More like a promise he plans to make good on, if there's anything he can do to help it. He feels her heat, feels her dampness wetting through the thin fabric of his underwear, feels encapsulated by the sweetness of her scent. He licks his lips instinctively as her fingers send a shudder of pleasure along his scalp and down his spine. ]

Why? So you can keep yourself from ever feeling this good again? [ Not to mention it's not good for her, but she's taunting him and he loves it. Taunts her right back by tipping forward and latching onto a nipple, scraping his teeth gently over the perky nub, humming as he tongues over it. Steady arms wrap around her to keep her in place as he rocks upward. ]

[assholic]

Who's to say I'd even have a heat again? Took me over thirty years to have this one.

[And that had been a culmination of stupid life choices and being smacked in the face by him in rut. She wondered if her reaction would have been different if he hadn't been. Or if he'd been further into it. She wasn't dumb. She knew he'd just been starting to ride that edge when she'd arrived. There had been the potential for one or both of them to walk away.

And yet she'd stayed. His mouth on her breast told her that was a very good thing and that maybe she should stay a little longer. She hissed in pleasure, her hand tightening on his hair as she felt that throb in her groin.]

You know how fucked I'm going to be if I start a heat in the middle of downtown New York?

[trustfundee]

How fucked? Tell me. [ He asks into her skin as he kisses and nips across her chest to her other breast, voice rough around the edges with a groan as her fingers tighten in his hair. He loves having his hair pulled, loves the edge of pain that races across his nerves and how it completely sidetracks his thoughts.

It's not like he hasn't been to New York. He went to school there, nestled in the chaos of the big city, loving it and hating it at the same time. He knows the neighbourhoods and dabbled in the underbelly of the night life, recognized omegas who were just settling into their heats, looking for someone to guide them through.

And yeah, he'd done it a couple times, until he'd gotten tired of the pillow queens. ]

Who are you afraid of finding out? [ He raises his head to look at her, one arm unwinding to smooth along her inner thigh, up between her legs. ]

[assholic]

Everyone.

[It was a word that was sighed out, whispered against his skin as she nipped at his shoulder. It took her a minute to realize she meant it.]

Anyone. Not a lot of Alpha males like being put in their place by someone like me. If they knew they had some kind of biological key to making me pay for that...

[Not that she didn't think she could handle it. No still meant no. And she could have left here if she really hadn't wanted him. But she'd been attracted to him. Liked the way he looked when he was fully clothed, nevermind when he was lounging in a robe giving off 'fuck me' vibes. She had zero attraction to any of the men she'd had to shove against- or through a wall. Or serve a warrant to. Or any of the other things that had them muttering 'bitch' at her back when she left them. Still... she was glad it was new information for her so she could hide it accordingly.]

How come you're not more afraid?

[trustfundee]

[ His hand pauses when she asks that question, spread out broad and warm along her heated, damp inner thigh. His brain races to catch up, the heat of the moment dampened by the suggestion that he should be afraid too. Is he being stupid right now? He knows his sharpness is dulled when he's in a rut, but the worry rolling off of her has his mind whirring. ]

'Cus I don't operate in your world. [ The words are gentle and a humbled admittance (he's not humble very often at all). If what she's saying is true, then there would be a lineup of people coming after her if word got out. He tips his head toward her, nuzzling under her ear and taking in the now clean scent. He remembers how it was when her heat first started surfacing: the murky, dirty scent, a damp towel thrown over a fire. ] That what you want? To hide it forever?

[assholic]

[She couldn't answer right away. Not when he was nuzzling at her like that. Her thighs clenched around his, her body moving to grind against him just because she needed something. More of him. All of him.]

The smart answer is yes. The smart answer would be that I don't want it at all.

[Her hand tightened in his hair, using it to drag his head up so she could look down at him. That long nose, the deep blue eyes, the pouty little lip. She nipped at it, then licked over that spot before she drew back to look at him again.]

If I could hide it from everyone but you, I would.

[It was a stupid answer, but it was the one her body and mind were in tandem with.]

[trustfundee]

[ She says it like sweet nothings, murmured words into his mouth as he drowns in her eyes and kisses her. She could be his and only his. Her secret could be his as well, wholly and completely, something only the two of them shared and nurtured from the world.

And for now, that seems to be good enough. He nods into the kiss, deepening it, teeth catching along her lip as his fingers slide along wet folds then press into her core. The feeling has his breath hitching in his throat. ]

Mmkay--we'll figure it out. [ When this one-track mind subsides, they'll figure it out. ]

[assholic]

[She wasn't going to be figuring anything out in that moment that didn't involve getting him inside her. The sound she made against his lips into the kiss was almost pained, but more from need than anything else. His scent was almost tangible to her, something she could taste as she dragged her tongue over his, as she started to move against his hand.]

Fuck.

[A declaration. A demand. A statement of what they were doing or about to. She wasn't sure, but her mind was fixed on him and how she'd spent too many years of her life regretting everything in the morning and this morning, she'd woken up sore, achy, but content. She wanted more of that.]