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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!

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[How else was Huey meant to keep a little busybody like Aster out of his hair without a regular crisis to handle? Even the stopgap pills were more of a placating measure meant to shut them both up, before he fucked off. It's worked well to keep Aster occupied, that's for sure. More than he'd like, even; having to herd Morvay out of that nest was enough of a fucking endeavour, and getting the staff to wash all those shirts he'd purloined and mop up the veritable fucking trail left behind...Eugh.

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 ♡

Edited (hand face hook car door or wuteva) 2023-01-16 09:08 (UTC)

[ This is cruel. It's practically inhumane. Morvay's been so good. He's sitting here pooling for Aster, and he gets nothing but degradation for his troubles. Degradation which, of course, has Morvay's legs spreading wider, pupils blowing wide, breath coming harder and hotter against the inside of Aster's thigh, still so close despite his grip on Morvay's face. ]

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. ]

You could, couldn't you. Probably would, if you left here. But you don't want anyone else to mark you, do you? Don't want anyone else to claim you or whatever it is that alphas do.

[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.]

[ It's the nails that do it, he thinks. Either the nails, or the picture Aster is painting for him. (Probably both, not that Morvay can put his finger on such an abstract concept at the moment.) But the sharp lance of pain from his claws only registers as pleasure, and Aster's hand is like a brand on the small of his back, searing straight through his flesh to the bone. A swat that has Morvay twitching, then a touch, and that dig, and Morvay comes. Crying out until he's hoarse, shuddering in Aster's grip, spilling cum and slick all over the mat.

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. ]

Already?!

[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?

[ Aster's applauding him, stroking his wings, murmuring sweetly. Somewhere, far in Morvay's hindbrain, he knows exactly why. But right now, the animal part of him that's driving? Doesn't know shit. He must've done something right, something that pleased Aster enough to earn a little bit of praise. But Morvay can't even begin to reason through the what or why.

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.

'kaaaaay ☆

[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.]

[ The trouble with Morvay's body being clamped so tightly around the dildo is that -- frankly -- there's no escape. The knot pushes and pulls him along with the uneven punches of the machine, and Morvay's claws tear deeper and deeper through the mat with every pull. And with each push comes a ragged, raw cry, body moving like a reluctant wave along with the force of it.

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. ]

[Now he's covered in slick, from the knees down; not like it won't wash out of his socks, though. The staff know damn well how to get rid of Morvay's slug trail by now. It's more

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.]

[ Aster's only answer for a worrying few moments is a guttural eugh, choked around Morvay's hitched breaths while he struggles to grasp for a coherent thought through the heat fog. Off? No. Drink? No. He doesn't want that. He doesn't want any of that, but Aster won't give him what he wants because of his stupid work, so--

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...

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did we really forecast morvay with the dildo in the new h scene? yes.

we're preCOCKnitive

call that esp! extra serving of piss. or penis. depends on ur preferences ig!!

pecans, maybe

that is far more normal and pleasant thank you

I DO strive to be normal and pleasant tY