#non-traditional a/b/o dynamics

[into-the-omegaverse]

Female Alpha x Male Omega Recs

1. I'm Engaged to my Omega Teacher and it's Killing me!

2. Love is an Illusion! The Queen

3. One Night Only

[beatingthedeadhorse]

Attention my fellow degenerates, together we are making;

Ao3 Interesting Dynamics Rec List

If you ever read or find a fic that contains a fascinating, unusual, or incredibly well thought out approach to Omega-verse, its dynamics, and/or its worldbuilding, link it either in the comments or the reblog chain, and we'll make a rec list.

I will go in detail and give a base description for each one and what is so interesting about it. Incomplete, complete, one-shot, long, or anything in between is accepted. Most authors use Omega-verse to either vent, explore gender norms, deconstruct misogyny as a greater emotional distance, or create fantastical constraints for character deconstruction. Whatever your flavour, I'll stop by, and give it a read.

[mae-i-scribble]

Summary:

Dokja has to stay where she can see him, preferably somewhere nice and warm and comfortable with lots of food and water. Everyone else can join too, she supposes, but that seems like it’d be a hassle to arrange, so just Dokja is fine for now. She’s fulfilling most of the list already; it’s warm and comfortable here, along with being right next to the kitchen where she can go and fetch supplies. “Yoosung-” Ah right, Hyunsung is talking to her. She pulls her focus back to him, yawning despite her best efforts. “There you are,” he says with a light chuckle. “Now, I know you’ve settled here on the couch, but wouldn’t it be better to make your nest somewhere cozier?” She blinks at him, brows furrowing. “I’m not making a nest? You’re the only one who does that. They’re very nice, by the way. Very cozy.” Bemusedly, Hyunsung says, “Yoosung-ah, you’re presenting. You’re trying to make a nest. Or: Yoosung's first heat, with her family

Relationships:

Kim Dokja's Company & Shin Yoosung Lee Hyunsung & Shin Yoosung Lee Gilyoung & Shin Yoosung Kim Dokja & Shin Yoosung

Rating: Teen & Up

[grimalkenkid]

“The Rituals are Intricate” - an A/B/O KazuLumiXiao fic

Chapter 2

Xiao arrives at Wangshu Inn to the most wonderful (or perhaps horrible) surprise.

[stevieschrodinger]

Just Eddie and Steve getting mauled by bats and them getting like, upside down rabies or something.

Eddie doesn't register the changes to his body because he's out cold for a week after they kill Vecna and shut the upside down. Steve thinks he's just hurt, at first. Dismisses the fever and him just being run down and injured and everything being way too fucking much. But then he freaks out when his canine teeth go pointy in his mouth when he gets pissed off. Runs and hides.

Can't hide the fact that his eyes flash red though. Everyone's freaking out and Steve's locked himself in a bathroom and is more concerned with how hot and itchy the base of his fucking dick is. Because that's the most concerning symptom here, like, by far, especially when it starts to feel swollen.

Doesn't help that in the middle of everyone freaking out (quietly though, they are in the hallway of the hospital) Hoppers eyeing them suspiciously and is there to tell them Munson has woken up and doesn't that just flip a fucking switch in Steve.

He's out the bathroom and down the hall before anyone can stop him.

They all see it then though, clear as anything, when Steve's eyes bleed to red and Eddie's answer with gold. When they're both nuzzling and fucking purring at each other and in the doorway is squeezed the whole party and no one has a single fucking clue what the hell is going on.

[enden-k]

i read (and love) omega/omega and alpha/alpha hkvthm but what about omega kaveh/alpha haitham, this is so fun to imagine in their every day life and ppl assuming they have a standard dynamic yet its haitham who is the lazy bbg getting spoiled LJKABJKC

[gent-ly]

i have been chasing this idea around my own head of alpha pete, handcuffed and chained up in the safe house, who has been on a strict diet of meds (as per bodyguard protocol) suddenly coming off them because, you know, he’s being held by savage attention-starved omega vegas, and uh-oh here comes his rut.

but also, vegas’ father has kept him on all the suppressants/blockers/whatevers you can name because god forbid anyone know his son is an omega (everyone knows). except being that drugged up is not good for you. the bodyguards take that shit to regulate, to control - not in an attempt to stop ruts/heats. but no. vegas’ father doesn’t want him going into heat at all. how shameful. suppressants don’t stop heats though. just make them regular and more bearable…. but vegas has to keep taking the meds through them and that fucks with them, fucks with his health, too.

so pete’s maybe about to barrel headfirst into a rut. and that’s maybe gonna trigger vegas’ heat.

imagine: vegas keeps him handcuffed and chained up, stretched out on the bed and fucks himself on pete’s knot over and over and over. and pete is helpless and hungry but he can’t move - can only take whatever the omega gives him. over and over and over.

“Don’t,” Pete says, it’s a request. Not a demand. “Don’t take them. Vegas, it’s going to make you sick.”

Vegas is looking at the pills in his hand and back at Pete - a wild look in his eyes. “What does it matter to you? It’s not like I have much of a choice.”

“I’m giving you a choice.”

“Why?”

“Because… It’s the right thing to do. Let your heat come and I’ll help you through it.”

“Like I’ll help you through your rut?” Vegas sneers but he’s leering at Pete’s handcuffed wrists and cut chest.

Pete looks up at him from where he’s sat on the floor at the end of the bed. He’s burning beneath his skin and Vegas is right there - close enough to touch if he weren’t bound up. Pete’s teeth are on edge. The urge to bite is always unwelcome but to be bitten… If Vegas wanted to tear a chunk out of his shoulder he doesn’t think he’d mind.

He thinks Vegas might be the only omega who’d be willing to put him in his place. And he thinks he may be the only alpha willing to give Vegas what he wants: submission.

this idea is cooking in my head. non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, shitty fathers and rejection of secondary gender roles. yyeeeah.

[menuliso]

i think we as a society need more winter dkbk where izuku is the alpha instead of kacchan

[weirddude54]

Beta Headcanons:

Ever once and awhile I get obsessed with omegaverse world building and go on a deep dive through omegaverse content. I’ve come to the conclusion that some people are super boring especially when it comes to betas. Why must betas be normal humans? This is a fictional world. You can do whatever you want, be creative. Normal humans are boring!!! (Disclaimer: do whatever you want I just like ranting). Sure most of this is because every quiz I take says I’m a beta and I want to feel cool but that doesn’t matter because betas deserve more love.

Scents/Scent Changing:

Betas tend to have more unidentifiable scents. While certain Betas will have particular scents like their Alpha and Omega counterparts most just smell something along the lines of: sweet, outdoorsy, fruity, etc. A Beta’s scent is still unique to them rarely do they smell like something particular (ex: apples, smoke, pine, etc)

Betas have very sensitive noses and are able to tell even the subtlest change in scent. Many Betas go into medical and rescue fields due to being able to smell oddities such as substances or foreign gases. Young Betas in more traditional families are often told to stop scrunching their nose as it’s considered undignified.

Due to their sensitivity to smell some Betas are prescribed pills that help suppress this sense though this is considered a highly addictive substance and is commonly abused. In dire circumstances abuse of this substance can lead to a Beta losing their sense of smell.

Betas can do something called Scent Shifting where they mimic someone else’s scent. Laws regarding this vary from place to place but overall most say to only use it when strictly necessary. Though many politicians will use to gain political favor and many students will use it to get out of gym class.

Instincts/Common Habits:

Betas will often steal their packmate’s trinkets and when they want someone to join their pack they’ll start stealing their trinkets. It’s often seen as a sign of love similar to an Omega stealing clothing and blankets for their nests.

Instead of nesting Betas will build little nooks in high spaces (Betas love heights). Loft beds are the most common place for nooks but they are really put anywhere high. Unlike nests disassembling nooks are very common especially because many Betas will make their nooks on counter tops or in vents. Nooks are usually filled with blankets, pillows, trinkets, and if a Beta’s stressed they’ll start stashing food and water in them.

Pack betas are often the ones to settle arguments being seen as generally more logical. This also leads to most lawyers being Betas. Many Betas are also used to having their feelings ignored because of this and will many bottle up their emotions and pretend to be okay.

Betas love cuddling, this leads to them being very comforting during an Omega’s heat.

Clothing:

Beta clothing focuses on cover the nose and neck. They wear a lot of turtle necks, hoods, and masks. It’s often harder to find Beta oriented clothing compared to other dynamics and more expensive.

Betas love physical touch more than other dynamics and their clothing reflects that. They rarely wear sleeves and more stubborn Betas will get into arguments about wearing warmer clothes during the winter. Jackets made for Betas have very loose fitting sleeves to allow for more movement.

History:

During history Betas were often ignored due to not having a heat or rut. They wore clothes that lacked color and were generally told to keep quiet and partial. While being a step above Omega’s when came to political power they were seen as much less valuable than an Alpha.

In a kings court most servants were Betas and Omegas who were considered too old to find a mate. While there were some Beta kings they weren’t very vocal about their dynamic. Betas from families of high status were often given the jobs of executioners and spies.

Betas were more likely to be drafted as they were less likely to have children though it wasn’t by much and Alphas were more likely to enlist.

While collars have been used throughout history by a multitude of cultures. In Ancient Rome Betas were forced to wear them so they couldn’t hide their dynamic using Scent Shifting. This practice is seen in many parts of history but most notably in Rome.



[nasty-quillz]

Pounce On That Shit

AO3 Mirror

Summary: What if Alpha's were the submissive sex

tags: non traditional omegaverse dynamics, breeding, dirty talk, knotting

John woke up with a soft moan. Soft wet insistent heat wrapped around his dick, pulling the Alpha further from his. He looked down to see you ravenously swallowing his dick and massaging full balls, trying to coax the man to orgasm quickly.

“Y/n—Sweetheart—” John choked out as you swallowed him down to the root, throat working around him. He curled deadly fingers into the silken material of your dark red bonnet making sure to   not disturb it as he tried to pull you off.

“Baby c’mon. You’re i n heat, let me—,” 

You growled deep in your throat, making him shudder and whine. He felt your tongue run along the underside of his shaft, before running it over his balls.

“Shit! Omega—!”

John thrust into your throat, eyes never leaving you as he came deep down your throat.

You growled, pleased  that your Alpha gave you  what  you wanted, before pulling away.

His dick is \was still twitching, spurting thick rope rope of pre cum as his knot forms painfully at the base of his dick. You let it cover your face, needing the primal  sign of ownership over the older man. He always whimpered and moaned needily when you fucked him, face covered in his nut.

You wrapped a hand around his knot as you sank tiny fangs into the meat of his muscled thigh. Sweet blood filled your mouth and you moaned at the taste. You unlatched from his thigh, blood smearing down your chin, as you stared into his eyes and began stroking him from knot to tip.

“Gimme Alpha,” your left hand joined the fray and your right focused on rhythmically squeezing and stroking his knot. “Want your cum on my tongue again, before I use this big pretty dick.”

John whimpered, mesmerized as pleasure radiated from where you toyed with his knot. He’d cum but it seemed his dick didn’t get the memo with your heat pheromones filling his nose. He leaked as stroked him, precum running down his shaft in thick rivulets, slicking the way for your filthy torturous knot job.

You looked so pretty between his legs, face glistening with his cum and  blood, controlling Omegan instincts on full display. John couldn’t tell you no.

“Yes Omega,” he breathed out breathily as he bared his neck submissively.

Apleased rumble left your throat, before kissing his leaking tip. A thick white glob coated plumps brown lips and connected you as you pulled away.

You massaged his knot as you stroked him and watched John writhe on the bed. Watch him beg and plead for more as you worked him over with your mouth and hands. Kissing and licking up his pre on each down  stroke. It made the Alpha wild.

“God Baby—Sweetheart I—Need it! Need to give it to you. Let me give it to you. It’s yours. All of my cum is meant for you. To taste. To bathe in. To take.”

Utterly enchanted by his horny Alphan frenzy, slide down the bed and take his heavy sac into your mouth. His scent was thick here. Dark and heady. Alphan pheromones made you press your nose to the crease of his pelvis. You lay there face buried in hit crotch, sac weighing on your tongue, hand working his knot furiously.

“Want your scent all over me, Jardani. Gunna make you nut over and over until you start cumming dry. Then I’ll drag my pussy from your knot to your face and ride it ‘til I cream.”

The hand working his knot squeezed as you said this and John keened as hit dick erupted in heavy torrent after torrent of cum.

Levering yourself up you notched the turgid flesh between the soft pillow of round brown breasts, You worked them around him relishing each powerful spurt of cum that splashed over your face and chin.

“God, that’s my good Alpha, Jardani. My good perfect Alpha. Know just how I like it.”

John nodded, fucking  up into the softness of your tits and replaced your hands with his own. His pace only faltered when you formed a loose fist around him to fuck into. He moaned as you milked his knot kissed at the spurting tip each time it crested the apex of your titties.

“It’s mine, isn’t it Alpha? This big pretty uncut dick. This fat fucking knot? It’s all mine.”

John nodded, delirious and wanting nothing more than to belong to you. To please you. For you to milk him of all his thick potent cum, covering yourself in his scent. Letting anyone who got too close that you claim him. Wanted nothing more than for you to use his big useless cock to breed on.

Tears formed in his eyes as his orgasm finally came to an end with a final spurt to your luscious waiting mouth. He watched you move up the trembling line of his body. Admired the way sweat and cum made your darker skin glisten under moonlight filtering through the curtains.. You straddled his waist letting the length of his dick press between your pussy lips and leaned over him.

Hre stared up into your cum covered face in awe.

You looked at John’s flushed face and caressed his lips. He opened without a second thought and you opened yours to feed the hitman his own cum. You watched his eyes dilate and his scent fill the bedroom.

“My perfect Alpha,” you said as you began to drag your sloppy pussy up and down his shaft, teasing when the fat tip threatened to penetrate you. “My precious Alpha’s gunna let mount, aren’t you Jardani.” On the last drag you let the head catch and sunk onto it in one slick cant of your hips.

“Fuu-uck,” came John whine. He loved the way your heat made your cunt hotter and wetter than before. Hands shot out to gasp your thighs and pinned them to his own as he ratcheted up into your soft pillowy hole.

“God Sweetheart—Pussy’s so perfect—,” he stuttered out as he fucked you desperately.

You moaned  as he stroked your cunt out. “You fill me so good Baby.” You moved your hands to stroke up his chest to tweak dusky nipples and reveled in the way his dick jumped inside you. “Look at you. You take everything I give you and still beg for more. My Sweet lil’ Alpha.  You love when I mount you. Love this pussy, Jardani?”

He nodded frantically, whining as he fucked you.

Dark eyes looked into darker eyes. “Tell me.” Sharp nails dragged across abused buds. “Tell me who this dick belongs to.” 

John cried out at the pained pleasure and the possessiveness of your words. “It’s y—yours. My dick was meant for you. Only you, Omega.”

John was losing his mind to the hot wet clap of your ass filled the room with his whimper as you rode his dick.

“Only you could ever make me feel like this. Nothing feels better than being inside you. Thank you for claiming me, Y/n. P—Please don’t stop, Sweetheart. I can give you anything you want.” He humped up into you, maddened with the need to feel you around his not. With the need to be a good Alpha.

“Can be your good Alpha dick to breed on.”

Moaning at the man’s words, savored the way each downward stroke met his desperate one. John was such a hopeless slut when you gave him Heat pussy. He was so precious trying to prove himself.

You leaned down to kiss him, deep and languidly, tongues slid together as you fucked him. Pulling away you saw the saliva that connected you. Wanna gimme  what I want, John.” Kissing along his neck, licking and sucking hickies across his throat.

When you got to his scent gland you latched on biting and sucking as his pheromones filled your mouth directly. They were intoxicating on your tongue and forced you to ride the man harder, desperate for him to pop his knot.

It drove John’s mind to a gooey mess as he drove  his girth into you. “Please Sweetheart, anything. I’ll give you anything,” He whined pitifully. “Just give it to me. Cream on me and make me pop a knot!”

His pleas filled your ears and you loved that you had trained the Alpha so well. When you pulled away from his scent gland, you admired the lurid bruise on his pale sweaty throat.

“You can have it, Baby. I’ll give it all to you, but you know what I need you to do?” You purred the question, mouth breathing out his rut pheromones as you looked into his eyes. 

John shook his head, but listened, ready to give you anything as long as it meant he was a good Alpha.

Stroking his face sweetly, you bounce on his dick, to drive home your point. “Put a baby in me. Take this perfect knot and’ lemme breed on it, Jardani.”

The noise that left John's throat was wrecked. Animalistic and needy.

You were a vision on top of him. A dream around him. Soft and wet and fever hot around his swelling knot. Staring down at him, bathed in his cum, his blood still smearing staining your lips, taking everything he had to offer.

John could picture you, heavily pregnancy, pulling him away from cooking or cleaning. Him putting you in the countertop and getting trapped between your legs as you encouraged took his knot just the way you like. 

He imagined you pressing his hand to your heavy belly and praising him. .

“Look at how well you did, Alpha. So strong it took on the first try.”

John shuddered at the daydream and his body responded before he was conscious of it. . He buried himself in the soft perfect clutch of your body, as he fell into a stream of senseless begging and toppled you over to pin you to the bed.

“Y—Yes please, Y/n,. I’ll be your perfect Alpha and knot you full. You’ll be so breathtaking, pupped up.”

To say you were shocked at John’s zeal and sudden change in position would be an understatement , but the way his tip knocked into your cervix and the way his half formed knot spread you wide, made a sufficient distraction.

John threwyour legs over his shoulder and pulled you to him until your pelvises were flush together. Deadly hands planted on either side of your head, as your mate steadily fucked you. 

Only with him pressed so seamlessly into you, each stroke battered at your cervix. Your eyes rolled as ecstasy overtook your senses.

John’s face was flushed as he gazed down at you, Alpha gold shining in his irises, as he worked your pussy over. A litany of sin left his mouth.

“You make my knot ache, Omega.”

“God you’ll look so pretty when you’re pupped full, Y/n.”

“Breed on it—Need you to breed on it. Tell me mu knot is good enough, Omega.”

You reached up and cupped his jaw making him look into your eyes. “You feel amazing, Jardani. So good. Feel you against my womb.” You clenched around him to emphasize your praise. 

You pulled him in, ignoring how it caused strain in your thighs and kissed him thoroughly, tongue licking up the taste of him.

Kissing him heated your blood and made your walls gush around him. You moaned low and long against his mouth

John shuddered at the feeling of you cumming around him. He whined open mouthed and ragged against your own panting mouth.

Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pushing your foreheads together to talk him through it.

“That’s my good boy. Feel me creaming on this dick. Love giving you this pussy. You’re so good for her.”

You kissed him feverishly. Smacking, biting kisses as your pussy continued to milk his dick. Golden eyes shone with unshed overwhelmed tears and you gripped his neck reassuringly. “Don’t hold it back , Baby. Go ‘head and pop that knot so Omega can breed on it.”

Finally John let out a completely wrecked noise and his hips stuttered. Thead of his dick pressed to the spongy ring of your cervix and his knot drove home, before expanding to plug your pussy as he shot thick white fertile seed into your womb.

As John’s cum filled you, Alpha fangs dropped, large and sharp in the gaping mewling cavern of the man’s mouth.

You kissed him regardless. Sloppy and messy, licking over them, knowing to give into the obsolete urge to sink into your neck. Something bred out by evolution, but it always made a reappearance during and heats and ruts.

At least for Alphas.

Dainty fingers ding into your mark on John’s neck, causing him to whine submissively to your mouth. Pulling away you kissed his mating mark.

“You’re such a good stud for me, Jardani.” You fluttered your muscles around his knot, moaning at the dead end thrusts against your cervix. “Bet I'll be pregnant by the end of it,” you murmured into his ear as you basked in the afterglow of your orgasms.

[aspeninthesnow]

Dynamic Descriptions

The secondary sex categories or dynamics are Alpha, Beta, Omega, Beta-Alphas or Zetas, and Beta-Omegas or Thetas. A/N: I picked those particular Greek letters because I wanted all the Beta mixed dynamics to rhyme with Beta.

Alpha

Alphas are the instinctual protectors. They are typically willing to put themselves into harm's way to ensure everyone is safe, however, they will only engage in a physical fight if provoked or an unknown person gets too close to their mate or pack; especially if a mate is pregnant.

They have the longest canine teeth of all the dynamics, but they aren't very sharp. It takes intentional force behind a bite to puncture skin so Alphas bare their teeth as a warning more than a threat. The most common kind of fight is over a potential mate, and this is often the only time an Alpha's nails will protract into claws as their instincts are at the forefront of their mind instead of rational thoughts.

Their protective instincts also drive them to want to provide a suitable, comfortable place to live for their pack and mate(s). Alphas will take their time searching for just the right home that is well located to be protected from others as much as possible or will mark their territory to keep strangers away (deliveries have to be left in a lock box at the edge of the property, like a mail dropbox). Some Alpha's will even build or have a house built for their pack or make various improvements to their homes to make it perfect.

Alphas are the most fertile dynamic when impregnating someone.

Female Alphas have Ambigenitalia, both sets of primary sex reproductive organs, and can therefore impregnate others and be impregnated. They have a clitoral penis or a clitoris that when aroused elongates, fills out in diameter and has a knot structure at the bottom. When not aroused, it shrinks to between 6.5 and 12 cm or 2.56-4.72 in, staying outside the body as an enlarged clitoris. Their testicles are internal for most people but some do have theirs drop.

Female Alphas don't ovulate very frequently (typically every seventy-five days) and they're fertile for fewer days then other dynamics, which makes getting pregnant harder unless they get a fertility boost. They also experience some complications with childbirth as they normally have narrower hips than Betas, making them prefer cesarean sections over vaginal birth as they have become more widely available. Due to their body's restrictions, they more often than not only get pregnant with one pup at a time, which works out as their milk supply is below average so some parents could struggle to feed even one pup at times.

Alphas have an Alpha Voice, but they only have access to it while they have at least one mate bond, have several packmates (three or more) or a pup as it only works on closely bonded people or to specifically push dangerous people away from the pack.

Beta

Betas are the balancers, stable workers and main providers. They have the most sensitive noses which allows them to sense shifts in mood and pheromone/hormone levels in those around them. It can also affect them negatively if the space they are in is particularly smelly. Betas can mildly to moderately influence the moods of others, even strangers, depending on their own control of their pheromones. This ability can improve with practice, but typically, the more people in the space the harder it is to influence everyone to the same degree, unless the person is exceptionally good at controlling their pheromones. When bonded they have even more influence over their mate and/or packmates without practice as there is a higher level of trust in the relationship. But whether there is a close bond or not, the influence is short lived, lasting at most five minutes as it is for peacekeeping or to help keep someone calm.

Betas with excellent to exceptional control of their pheromones are capable of producing a nullifying pheromone that can cancel out any other it comes in contact with, basically resetting a space as long as no one else is putting out more pheromones. This is another balancing tool or it can be used to help someone going into heat make a quick escape. This nullifying pheromone, if used correctly, can be turned into a pheromone/hormone combo that can break down the chemical connections that create bonds; something that is completely unique to Betas.

Betas can also absorb pheromones and hormones, which allows them to help to hold off a rut/heat cycle for a few hours; fully stop a cycle that is just starting or end one early; when bonded, some Betas can absorb enough to stop a cycle at any stage. Absorbing has a rebound effect and will push Betas into either a rut or heat cycle of their own some time later. Which cycle and how long it lasts depends on their own biology, what dynamic their mate is (if they have one) and the strength of the pheromones and hormones absorbed. So a Beta who absorbed heat pheromones and hormones from an Omega that were of a moderate strength (someone who wasn't in full blown heat yet) could be pushed into their own heat a day later. This heat could last approximately 1.5-2 days long. Whereas a mated Beta doing the same thing would probably be pushed into a rut cycle for 1-2 days. The ability to absorb pheromones and hormones starts to fade as they reach fecundopause or the end of their fertility. Post fecundopausal Betas no longer have access to this skill.

When sexually satisfied, a Beta's pheromones can boost the fertility of everyone in the immediate area during rut/heat cycles. The effect can become more potent when mated or with control so contraceptives may be needed. Control can also turn this effect down, but there will always be a mild boost, even for the most disciplined. Outside of these increases and a rebound cycle, Betas are normally only as fertile as a regular human would be.

They have the shortest and bluntest canine teeth of all the dynamics, but they're still sharp enough to initiate a bond when enough force is applied.

Betas have elite level stamina. They are the main workforce as they don't have regular heat and rut cycles to throw them off their everyday activities. Having the levels of energy they do allows them to look after everyone else while also being able to do all the work left over during other people's cycles without it being too tiring.

Omega

Omegas are the instinctual nurturers. They nurture bonds, keeping the connections between everyone in the pack healthy and flourishing. They also tend to gravitate towards nurturing children, pets, plants or even all of these at once.

Omegas are the most fertile dynamic when being impregnated. They are prone to carrying more than one pup at a time in each pregnancy, most often twins (identical or fraternal) but larger numbers are not uncommon (around a 25-30% chance of more than twins). Male Omegas are able to do this as they are Bigenitalic or have Ambigenitalia. They also grow more mammary tissue during the pregnancy in order to breastfeed; for most, the tissue will reabsorb into the body after breastfeeding stops and the hormone levels lower, returning to their previous size, but some retain around an A cup of tissue that may or may not increase in size with subsequent births. Both Male and Female Omegas are above average producers of breast milk, helping their multiples survive past infancy.

Male Omega's Bigenitalia means they have a working male reproductive system, but their sperm count is low, even in heat, so impregnating someone else takes work unless they have an outside help with their fertility.

They have the second longest canine teeth after Alphas and they're also the sharpest.

Omegas gain Omega Voice after presenting. Omega Voice is most powerful in situations where an Omega feels that they are in danger of some kind as they would most likely be able to talk their way out of it, however it must be genuine danger and not a threat that is a means to get someone to use their ability. When threatened, an Omega's most useful tools are their teeth, Omega Voice and their claws which will protract if they need to defend themselves. Omega Voice is also useful for calming down unruly pups or overwhelmed packmates: blood related or pack bonded members of a household, community or compound.

Zeta

Zetas are the midpoint between Alphas and Betas. They and their Theta counterparts have the second most sensitive noses after Betas. Zetas have a mild to moderate ability to influence the mood of their packmates, pups and mate(s) with their pheromones, but no ability to influence strangers. This can of course get stronger with practice and control. The closer the bond, the stronger their ability is without refinement, but the easier it is to mess up more complex mood changes. For example, if someone is feeling angry it's relatively easy to pivot to neutral or calm as they're not directly opposing emotions, but more skill is required to push all the way to happiness and not just make the person madder.

Zetas, similar to Betas, can influence the fertility of others in cycle just by using their pheromones. Their ability, however, works at will and only with practice so there is less of a chance of accidental pregnancy, but on the other hand, if a Zeta can't control it they can't give anyone a boost.

Unlike Betas, Zetas specifically can extend someone's heat cycle by producing rut hormones and pheromones out of their own cycle to keep the heat going. This only works on those who are mated, two or more unmated people or between packmates to a lesser extent. Doing this out of cycle will push them into a mini rut, usually for the duration of the time they're helping the person(s) out. Extending a heat has the benefit of making sure mate bonds are in place and healthy for multi-person bonds and ensuring one or more pregnancies.

Their canine teeth are longer than a Betas but just as blunt, so they also can still initiate a bond.

Zetas are in the middle of the dynamics when it comes to fertility as they produce less sperm than Alphas, but more than Betas. This is true even in rut cycles for all primary sexes.

Female Zetas have Ambigenitalia and can both impregnate others and be impregnated. Female Zetas ovulate more frequently than Female Alphas (about every fifty days) and their hips are typically more in line with a Female Beta's, so they are more likely than Alphas to successfully carry a pregnancy. However, they still frequently only get pregnant with one pup at a time; in very rare instances they might have a twin pregnancy, but no more than two pups at a time. One of the reasons is they are slightly below average producers of breast milk, so multiple pups would have a hard time surviving without outside help.

Theta

Thetas are the midpoint between Omegas and Betas. They, like their Zeta peers, have a mild to moderate ability to influence the mood of their packmates, pups and mate(s), but no ability to influence strangers. They can also influence the fertility of others in cycle at will. Thetas can do the opposite of Zetas and extend someone's rut cycle.

Their canine teeth are longer than a Betas but are almost as sharp as an Omegas.

Thetas are also around the middle when it comes to fertility as they're more fertile than Betas, but less than Omegas.

Male Thetas have partial Bigenitalism as they do not have a vulva, but they do have everything else from both sets of reproductive organs. The uterus is still connected to a cervix and a canal, but the canal is connected to the anus and is separated by a wall. The wall is the Epivagina, which keeps the reproductive organs and waste separated by moving to cover the rectum for access to the vagina when aroused which also closes that half of the anal sphincter. Male Thetas and Omegas also have an internal clitoris just inside the vagina.

Both Male and Female Thetas have about a fifty-fifty chance at having one pup at a time or a random number of multiples, but usually no more than four as their hips aren't as wide as an Omegas. They can also be over-producers of breast milk making them the biggest suppliers of all of the dynamics. It depends on how many babies they have to feed and how many other babies they're around if their bodies will go into overdrive. Thetas are generally known to be rather generous with their oversupply of milk as they have enough to go around, maybe even to store some for later. This has earned them the title of "Wet-nurse" and anyone with a newborn, especially multiples, is all too happy to pay a Theta for their milk or court one for their pack as the mammary glands can be stimulated or encouraged to grow outside of pregnancy if needed.

Dictionary

Fecundopause - end of fertility.

Fecund - Highly fertile; able to produce offspring.

Pause - A temporary stop or rest; an intermission of action; interruption; suspension; cessation.

[transalphabf]

I’m a simple Alpha, I get invited into an Omega’s nest and I am stricken with how intimate and special it is. Omegas just smell so good and are so handsome and nice, it’s easy for them to convince me to give them my hoodie, watching the way they’re dwarfed in it, lying back and admiring as my Omega sits on my hips, his hands resting on my stomach, purring up a storm for me.

It’s even nicer when my Omega lets me fall asleep, and wakes me up a little while later with a little kiss, and I realise they’ve taken off their jeans- just to get more comfortable, right? And it feels so good when he presses up close against me.

Oh, you want me to take off my jeans too? Okay. Let’s be comfortable...

Oh...Omega, you’re not wearing any underwear? Oh, right okay. Makes sense that you want to only wear something that’s mine. Hey, you’re all slick, do you need a knot?

Well, you best come ride me right?

[omegaversetheory]

Question, what would you consider "Non traditional A/B/O" I'm curious cause I feel like it's miss used alot

oh i agreeee.

But before I get into what non-traditional is, I think it would be easier to list what I think traditional is.

One of the main protagonists and/or love interests/part of the coupling is an alpha.

The alpha is male coded (even if they aren't male). The omega is female coded (even if they aren't female).

May have themes of found family/the idea that the individual was not complete until they found x,y,z person (could be in pack setting, via friendship, or via a romantic relationship)

Features some sort of romantic relationship (could be the escalation, de-escalation, termination, re-unification, etc..)

Written from a western cultural perspective (which makes since because I think the majority of the community is north american)

Formulaic.

Escapist and fantastical (what passes for realism here would not pass in other tropes or genres)

Strict binary gender roles/dynamics are heavily binary gender coded. Personally I feel like it gets a little regressive sometimes, which only bothers me when it's touting itself as progressive.

Narrow - in the sense that the story feels very focused on whatever the main storyline is and throws out everything else. Where's the worldbuilding? Where's my immersion?

Quasi-experimental. (I see a lot of different gender and sexual expressions/orientations/etc.. written which is awesome, but it's so common that is not experimental for this genre anymore)

None of these things are bad at all. Much more after the cut.

BUT! if someone was new to the genre and asked me what they should expect I'd hand them this list. I'll always advocate for people to join this community and participate however they want to, but when you've been around for a while you see the same thing time and time again. Non-traditional is hard to write because we are so ingrained in our conventions. But using the framework I've written above here's some ideas of what I think that a non-traditional omegaverse may look like.

No alpha involved. In fact the dynamics of the people in the relationship aren't as important in a traditional omegaverse. (I'd love to see a beta/beta story in which they do not bond over or ever discuss being seen as less desirable than alphas and/or omegas)

Binary gender roles and gender as we understand it via our cultures is not a thing. It's common for dynamics to be seen as secondary genders traditionally, but what if that was just your primary gender. What if there was no primary/secondary - what if it was just one thing.

No male/female coding. In a three part system this doesn't make sense, but to push that even further I'd love to see a concept of it all that's much more fluid and wholly non-binary that what we understand.

No romance. Let's get a mystery, a horror, a comedy, how about coming of age? No romantic interests as the main plot.

Isn't trying to conform to what we understand to be realism. Take it to the point that it operates like high-fantasy with it's own rules and structures and cultural variations.

Deep. Give me the unique history of the area, of the culture. Give me tasty breadcrumbs of culture and lore in throw away comments or off-hand explainations. Write a story fully immersed in the culture. Make it feel "other"'

Truly experimental. Let's go real off the walls. I mean a story that contains 1-6 will already stand out, but surprise me. Let's subvert traditional omegaverse tropes and conventions even further. Maybe omegas aren't desirable. Maybe the tone is futuristic rather than historical. We get so much commentary on the way things are in our real world, let's get some more and let's also hear about the way we want it to be.

I could go on and on. But I won't. It's getting late lol.

But peanut gallery what do you think? Fill my in-box with synopsis of non-traditional omegaverse stories that hit some of these points or just get creative! What do you feel like is alternative/progressive for this genre?

Also, check out my post about traditional-contemporary-modern-postmodern. Where do your favorite stories stand?

[stevieschrodinger]

Alpha!Steve/Beta!Eddie

So I've done a couple of little ficlets of these two but this thought has just been hounding me

Steve's a possessive bastard. A possessive Alpha. Eddie revels in it. He eats that shit right up because he's never felt this wanted, this coveted, in his entire fucking life and he will fight and die before he gives up even a second of this. He has a perpetual bruise on his throat; Steve worries at the spot pretty much daily to keep it fresh. He always smells like Steve. ALWAYS.

If they happen to be apart for a couple of days for whatever reason, work, Steve needing Robin time or Eddie running a campaign or band practice or whatever, Steve makes sure Eddie has a rolling supply of worn clothes, insists he wears something of Steve's if he showers or whatever, until Steve can get there and refresh the scent in person.

Steve loves coming on Eddie. Loves coming on him more than he loves coming in him.

Steve's only actually knotted Eddie a couple of times; it takes a hell of a lot of prep and leaves Eddie deliciously, but also noticeably, sore for a day or two after. So they don't do it a lot but...Steve's an Alpha, and no matter how hard he tries to hide some of his baser instincts, sometimes they peek through without his permission.

Some of them, Steve outright embraces; Steve nests like a champ, and Eddie compliments all his hard work, just so he can watch Steve puff up like a massive fucking bird or something. Steve cooks. He provides. He keeps Eddie safe. Eddie often wonders if Steve leans so hard into these instincts because it makes the other ones easier to ignore.

Sometimes, when they're fucking, he rests his hand on Eddie's stomach. Eddie's pretty sure Steve doesn't even know he's doing it; otherwise, knowing Steve, he probably wouldn't. Steve has that shit on lock. But Eddie watches, and he sees it. Feels the teeth when Steve worries at that spot on his neck. Eddie's a Beta; there's no scent gland there, nothing to mate them, not like an Alpha or Omega.

Doesn't stop Steve, though. He spends more time at Eddie's throat than he does kissing Eddie.

Not that Eddie minds. At all.

Eddie's a Beta, so he won't have a heat. Which means chances are low Steve will ever rut. Sometimes though, just every now and again, Steve turns a little....feral. A little forceful. Gets in his own head and gets caught up in his body, and in Eddie's. Eddie loves it.

He's also confident that Steve loves him exactly how he is, which gives him the confidence to ask, "what do you need, Alpha?"

"I don't," Steve makes a funny little noise, goes back to mouthing at Eddie's bare shoulder, then makes another noise, all frustrated, before falling back on his usual answer, "just you."

"Uh hu," Eddie agrees, just lying there placid while Steve gives him a fresh hickey and ruts mindlessly against Eddie's thigh. Steve is hard and hot and leaking so freely it's dripping down the side of Eddie's leg. Eddie loves it when Steve goes all instinct like this, and Eddie gets into the sex sure, looses himself a little bit, Steve drives him crazy, sure. But sometimes, when Steve's like this, Eddie is essentially sober while Steve is high on his own...Alphaness. An Omega would get dragged straight under, but Eddie...well, maybe he gets a little envious of the idea, sometimes, that he and Steve will never bond in that way...but being able to lie here, sure turned on as all hell...but not loosing his mind....that means that he can watch Steve like this. Fully appreciate Steve Harrington getting lost in his own head. The pheromones are loud and clear enough that Eddie can scent Steve's horniness in the air, but he doesn't get fuck drunk. At least, not until they get the show on the road.

"I need...I need...shit Eddie, I don't know. I love you. My Beta."

Steve calls him that sometimes. And he doesn't hesitate over it. He never forgets what Eddie is, who they both are. And Eddie appreciates that, but he also knows Steve has thoughts that he is definitely ignoring. "You want me to present for you, Alpha?"

"Eddie..." Steve's voice is muffled from where he's now going for Eddie's nipple; he loves to play with the piercing, and Eddie bites at his own lip to subdue his own groans, "don't need that."

"I know," Eddie plays with Steve's hair, "but it's okay to want it. I'll present for you Alpha...you can fill me up with so much lube it's...dripping out of me, like slick."

Steve makes a strangled noise, followed immediately by a frustrated one, "you don't have to pretend to be something else-"

"I know baby, and that's why I can, if you want to. It's just pretend, you know what I am...doesn't mean you can't try and breed me right up."

Steve goes absolutely still under Eddie's hands.

"You want to put a pup in me, Alpha?"

Eddie gets flipped over so fast he thumps back down into the mattress, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

[pack-the-pack]

what is a recessive alpha and how is it different from a dominant alpha

I don't know, honestly. I don't use these terms.

To me an Alpha is an Alpha is an Alpha.

Unless it serves narrative purpose within a story, I don't often go to the overly specific and segmented dynamics system route.

Maybe @alpha-zeta-lambda-xi-tau-omega can be more helpful here than me hahaha.