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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!
HI WORSTIE :* u got it
Then it clicked, once he was old enough for Aster to actually help in the way that seemed to soothe the most. And then, because that's just how time's taken them, it's turned into some cantankerous, begrudging thing where they both bitch and snipe at each other all the while, but Aster certainly makes sure to clear a block of his time (or look into alternative solutions if he absolutely can't) even with all of his eye rolling and whining. Like now, of course; a week solid where he works minimally throughout the day, just to see how long this one's going to last, and a little kowtowing and sugared promises of making it up to the nobility once his 'family emergency' has passed.
Then they disappear into the dungeons as soon as Aster's knocked out his paperwork, and-- he knows full well that he can't run himself into the ground over a heat, a fucking heat of all things, so he's got the fucking machine running as a warm-up. It's chugging away, the dildo attached at the end something big, knobbly, thick, ridged, knotted, all things to stretch and rub and certainly not be thrust in and out with a mechanical thoroughness. But Morvay can handle it. Morvay's indestructible, he's sure. He's done all sorts of shit that'd turn weaker men inside out, metaphorically and literally, and Morvay's still here, because that's his purpose.]
Well? What are you waiting for? If you really want some relief, you'll have to make do with this for a while. I can't afford to actually fuck you for a few days, but I ordered this especially for you ♡
[He's even got the best view, perched atop the machine with legs crossed and teeth bared in a smirk. Even if he can't do the fucking himself and risk being knocked out for a few days, Aster can at least use his hands, right?]
😍
What's even the point of an incubus going into heat? Isn't it enough, that he has to fuck just to live? It has to incapacitate him every few months too? Where's the shitty wisdom in that?
The pills help, insofar as anything ever helps. But for the pills to help, Morvay has to remember to take them. Or bring them along on missions. Or have the ability to access them when he's stuck in a tight spot on recon. So in all, they help less than they should, and that's to blame for Morvay's current heat hitting him like a ton of bricks out of absolutely nowhere. He hates it. What the fuck is the point of an incubus going into heat?
That's what he asks himself, every time. The pre-heat creeps in, and Morvay starts slamming through the five stages of grief in rapid-fire succession without ever landing on acceptance. Denial; this isn't pre-heat, I'm an incubus, I'm always horny, it's just indigestion. Then anger; again? Fucking again? Now? Why now? Why like this? The shitty little vampire's actually going to kill me this time. What the fuck is the point-- Then bargaining; it's fine, it'll be fine, I'll go take a nap, and maybe I can just sleep through it.
And now, standing in front of this... thing, he's just stuck in fucking anger.
Standing might be a generous term for this, though. His legs are shaking now, and his knees were buckling with every few steps on his way down here (and never mind the slick he managed to leak on the staircase). He made the nicest nest for them in his cage (and he'd had to dig out some of Aster's favorite shirts to do it), comfy and cozy enough that Morvay managed to sleep away the last of his pre-heat. He even managed to get himself undressed when the vinyl got too constricting. He did it all by himself so that he wouldn't have to bother Aster, and now Aster can't even be fucking bothered to-- ]
I don't want that fucking thing.
[ Morvay's flushed. Panting. Pouting. He has half a mind to wander back upstairs and flood the manor out with his scent, take the first alpha that comes to him and to hell with Aster. Unfortunately for both of them, only Aster will do, knot or no. Shitty, mean, beautiful, wonderful Aster.
Morvay's legs finally give out again. He crumples, slumps to his knees beside the machine, and presses his feverish cheek to Aster's thigh. Slick pools on the floor beneath him. ]
I want you Aster. Please...
[ Like pleading has ever worked. ]
😘
Even this, having to get into the 'foreplay' just to get Morvay started, is galling enough that Aster drops the bullshit immediately and wrinkles his nose in obvious dramatic disgust. Right to work it is, then.]
Look at you. You can't even remember to take a little pill every day, just to keep from becoming worse than an animal. Momo drools less than your ass does when you're like this! And the poor maids, having to deal with all of that mess...They think you're gross too, I'd put money on it~ [He reaches out whip-fast to squeeze Morvay's face in those talons, lip curling to match his nose; this is part of it, of course, part of whatever they're playing at any given time, but it's way too easy to slip into the role all the same.] Get on the damn machine, or I'll leave and lock the door.
[Because there's no way he's sharing. No one else deserves someone so dedicated, so well-behaved, so wet and ready just for him. This is all his territory and he'll carve it out soon enough.] Just pretend it's me or something and get it over with. Just look at the knot on that thing! D'you think you'll take it? --Who am I kidding, of course your slutty ass'll take it whole~ Huhu, maybe I should go bigger next time ♡
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It doesn't feel right if it's not you. Not the same. Please, Aster, please--
[ Fully whining now, because he can't help it. He needs. He needs so badly. The need hurts, aches deep in his pelvis, and there's no mercy in Aster's eyes. He won't budge no matter how much Morvay pleads with him. Bastard. Morvay hangs his head with a quiet sob, and -- shaking with every inch of ground he gains -- crawls over to the mat in front of the machine. ]
I could-- [ Morvay slumps face down on the mat once he's found an adequate position over it, chasing one fleeting moment of cool rubber against his cheek. But rubber against his skin is fucking abhorrent during his heats; feels like having his flesh rent apart. ] Could have alphas lining up to take care of me, you know.
[ He wouldn't, even if he could. But maybe the notion will make Aster just a little meaner. And Morvay needs to lash out at something after buckling this quickly to Aster's orders. Has to get himself on this thing, no less; what a joke. What a fucking travesty.
It's quite a view for Aster if nothing else. Morvay's legs are wide, trembling against the simple effort of supporting himself, asshole dripping down his balls and the inside of his thighs. But he's so gone in his stupor, he can only weakly -- blindly -- grasp behind him for the dong. ]
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[He huffs, soft and barely amused, before reaching out to swat a hand across that dripping, spread ass. As disgusting and bestial as it is, and as little effect all the pheromones have on him with his built-up tolerance, there's still the urge to just. Dig right the fuck in until his face gets covered in slick.
Eugh. The thought makes him shudder with equal parts desire and revulsion.] Wouldn't you love being knocked up by some idiot who couldn't keep well enough to himself? You'd be a great empty-headed little housewife as long as you had dick in you.
They'd probably do things I couldn't, too. [Punctuated by him leaning over, reaching out to at least help; one hand in the small of Morvay's back gently guiding him dildowards, and the other digging in hard to one asscheek, enough that his talons threaten to break skin.] Imagine. This could be some big, sweaty alpha with a huge dick, ready to bite you, reeking to high heavens just like you do right now. But you're here~ You're here about to impale yourself on the finest deception money can buy, all because you just want little old me ♡
[Never mind that the inverse is true. He's not about to say shit like 'and I want you enough to blow precious coin on something that might scratch the itch better than I physically can', because that's admitting that he has flaws. Like love, and a not-huge dick.
whatever. Every second Morvay's ass remains void of silicone is a second that Aster's nails dig in more and more.]
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And it does nothing to relieve the ache. Just drives everything higher, sharper, blots out his sense and reason, and obscures Morvay's thoughts until he can barely string two words together. ]
Aster-- Mmmnnhh... Please... Please-- Pleasepleaseplease...
[ What is he waiting for? Why wasn't he inside of Morvay ten minutes ago? Morvay's ass tilts up -- impossibly exposed, presented -- and pushes back into Aster's hands until finally, finally, the dildo's against him. His hands scramble against the slick mat, driving himself back again, desperate, and his body swallows it up in one smooth slide.
And Morvay fucking screams. ]
did we really forecast morvay with the dildo in the new h scene? yes.
[Shrieked out with a sudden, vicious glee right as Morvay swallows that poor dildo whole. The whole vulgar, explosively wet-sounding display earns a riotous round of applause from Little Lord Fauntleroy atop his machine.] Right down to the fucking knot, Morvay! The whole thing! How's it feel?
[He swings his legs up and stretches out, so that he's practically looming over the incubus' spine like some sort of sex ghoul, one hand bracing him and the other reaching out to gently trace over both wings. For all of the shrieking and giddy bullshit, there's still a pang of fear; what if this is the thing that finally pushes Morvay over the edge? What if he leaves? What if it's too much?
Something in his voice softens at all of these thoughts, just to be safe, and he feels along each vertebral knob with affection as he coos away:] Does it feel good? Or do you want off? I can get something smaller if you're too wound up still~
[But god. There's little more beautiful than Morvay's asshole wet, well-stretched, thoroughly abused and red, just waiting for him to be the saviour. It's enough to make even the palest of vampires turn bright pink with wanton excitement.] My slutty boy, just wanting to be filled ♡ We'll get you the right toy, won't we?
we're preCOCKnitive
Then Aster's offering to get him off the thing, get him something smaller, and Morvay chokes on the panic. ]
No!
[ He shoves himself back, shaking. Aster might be lording over him like some weird-ass voyeur gargoyle, but at least he's touching Morvay. And never mind that Morvay never wants this knot to leave him; above all, Aster can't stop touching him. ]
S'good. Feels... good... Aster, keep-- FUCK! Keep touching me. Pleeeeeeease Aster keeptouchingme.
call that esp! extra serving of piss. or penis. depends on ur preferences ig!!
[There's a soft thunk somewhere to the side, and then the machine starts working in earnest instead of the vaguely ominous wobbling it'd been set to prior. Only the first setting, mind, but for two Mentally Fucked Familiars, the first setting on the fucking machine is still a little more intense than the average human can handle. No half-measures in this manor, thank you.
It's not exactly on rhythm, and maybe that's part of the ploy, but Aster's hands both snake down Morvay's sides all the same, gentle, claws faintly grazing across sweat-damp musculature with utmost affection, before gripping his hips. And tugging, as though he's doing the fucking. Between the machine and his extra momentum, it's a wonder the knot doesn't immediately pop back out, but god does it threaten to. And god, is Aster in the perfect fucking position (once he sits back up a little) to see exactly how much fantasy silicone threatens to bulge its way on out despite every attempt to keep it in.]
Unstoppable force and immovable object, huhuhu~ Look at you go! You're getting spoiled right off the bat...How many people would die to play with us like this? Is this enough touch for you, you little shit? [Another thrust, and his nails rake long, thin welts accidentally on purpose.]
pecans, maybe
Pitched forward, yanked back, forward, back, forwardback, until Morvay is shaking apart through the wracking sobs. It's good. It's so fucking good. He's out of his mind, howling and writhing like a wild animal, and this is when Aster might normally scold him for making a fuss while the manor staff can hear him. If only both of Morvay's brain cells would allow him to comprehend it at the moment. They won't. Not anymore. He's a creature all want and need, and civilized behavior isn't part of this vicious equation anymore.
Morvay's mouth can't form the words to scream for more. He's trying -- making such a valiant effort -- but all that emerges is a litany of hitched gasps and half-formed syllables. Mm-- mmm! MMM!! is all that comes of more, until he feels Aster's claws again, and he's screaming through a messy orgasm all over again. Blinding, shattering, sapping every last ounce of his energy in a gloriously bewildering contradiction of all his usual circumstances.
It's a wonder Aster hasn't gotten any slick on him yet. Because when Morvay comes this time, it surges out of him in a deluge around the dildo, splattering in puddles on the mat between his knees. Morvay slumps forward, temporarily subdued, offering weak little whimpers while the machine continues to force him around. ]
A- Aster. Stop...
[ Not their safeword. But Klein knows if he can remember the concept of a safeword right now, let alone what he's supposed to say to use it. ]
that is far more normal and pleasant thank you
it's the 'stop'. Of course it's the 'stop'. Aster sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he switches the machine off, and plants one boot firmly against Morvay's ass.]
You're already in need of a break, huh? Want off, or do you just want to lay there for a little while? Should I get you something to drink?
[Another sigh. Mean as he is, he can't help but feel guilty enough to consider laying carefully laid scheduling to waste and just fucking the poor thing already. ...Once he's made sure that Morvay's not about to shrivel up from dehydration or shock, first. Maybe a little sponge bath to take care of the worst of all that mess.]
I DO strive to be normal and pleasant tY
Morvay is drooling onto the mats -- mouth and ass both -- and he swallows thickly when a shred of lucidity finds him at last. He glances over his shoulder at Aster. This is only ever another chore for him. Morvay knows it. It's not fair to ask Aster for more when he doesn't even want to be here in the first place. Plenty of people deal with their heats alone, don't they? There's no reason Morvay can't be one of them, wildly unfair though that may seem when all Morvay wants is Aster's attention. ]
Just-- [ Morvay sucks in a shuddery breath through another shiver. ] Just leave the remote. Go to work. I'll do it myself. Shitty vampire...