OMEGAVERSE MEME

[goldtoxicity]

 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.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* 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.
* 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

[mutiemeh]

[ yeah, no shit, he almost spits out, instinct to lash out when he's backed into a corner, whether it's on purpose or not. but it's not going to help if he's a dick, no matter how tempting it is.

he needs to make this bearable for both of them. they're trapped here, this is fucking happening whether either of them want it (neither of them do), so he just needs to.. deal with it. ]

It's about you, too, [ he grits out, curling his arms around himself, glancing to the fire. ] It'll be over a lot quicker if I have an alpha, but if you hate the idea, I'll knock you out and try to keep you out.

[helpdesk_hero]

[There is something decidedly impolite about this whole situation probably the fact that it’s sorta a ‘I need someone and you’ll do’ situation. Okay it is a lot more than that but he is clinging to that one.]

Great. My choices are possibly freeze to death in my sleep because your cycle is out of whack or have my fir-

[Nope. Not admitting that to Quire.]

I am so not doing joint missions ever again. There’s no getting around the logical choice here.

[mutiemeh]

[ .. oh, christ. he's not saying it'll be his first time, is he? he can't possibly be. his first omega, maybe? first.. time with someone he hates?

he briefly considers just walking out into the snow. freezing to death would be unpleasant, but at least he wouldn't have this responsibility looming over him. he suspects alleyne would find it an extreme response, though.

his jaw works, and he finally, reluctantly, glances back up, breathing carefully and trying not to focus on david's.. alphaness. fuck. ]

You need to tell me the truth. Is this your first time dealing with an omega in heat?

[helpdesk_hero]

[Of course it is. But David is going to dodge that.]

I know what I’m doing. Will be doing.

[Which is absolute truth given his powers. He does know.

But none of it is from first hand experience. Which might be surprising for a guy not-so-secretly seeing an omega speedster on and off.]

[mutiemeh]

Don't talk around it. [ god. just let him get through this. ] .. I'm not asking because I feel like being a shit. I'm not trying to fucking.. make fun of you or whatever you think this is.

[ he shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortable, mouth flat. ] You have something like half a foot and fifty pounds on me, and I get really sick of getting hurt during my heats. [ that sounded a little dramatic. it's not all the time, obviously, but it's happened in the past, either with an inexperienced alpha or--once, memorably--one who figured quentin's heat was an optimal time to teach him a lesson. but if it sounds a little dramatic, maybe david will realize he's taking it really seriously.

but it has to be uncomfortable for him, too. quentin is not the person he's sure david would like to be doing this with, so.. he shouldn't be so short with him, at least. maybe act like this isn't some kind of chore.

he softens his body language, uncurling his arms and dropping them to the side, the scowl smoothing away from his expression. ] .. I know this isn't.. ideal, and I know you kinda' hate me, but.. I have it on good authority that I'm a pretty good lay, especially during my heat.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Hurt? During his heats? David can’t help the growl that bubbles up from him at that news. Yeah, some thing were already defaulting to instinct, but fuck if fully conscious David didn’t agree with the more primal reaction.

But he swears in that moment he will do all he can to not be like those others. And maybe to find out who they are and fuck with their finances. For karmic retribution. Hacking is a good hobby sometimes.

For now he steps forward, nervous, a hand coming up to touch one of Quentin’s arms.]

You’re an arrogant, self important, conceited asshole who seems to delight in pissing me off, just like every other male telekinetic I’ve ever known. Yes, I can hardly stand you. It would give me no end of pleasure to kick your ass in a fair fight of one kind or another some day.

But I’m also dead here without your help. And even before that, you’re a person, and the specific ways I can be an asshole still don’t keep me from taking care of people. So trust me, first time or not, I’ve got more years of experience in me than any alpha you’ve met, more reason to keep you safe and happy, and every reason not to make either of us miserable. So will you trust me?

Henry Foster | Brave New World (2020)

[somaticate]

[ a goddamn alpha ]

nick o broin | original | ota

[extent]

( lock him in as an omega + gimme that trash )

idk im just vibing setting whomst?

[extent]

( there are lots and lots of conversations had with him about suppressants, and missing doses, and the effectiveness of suppressants when constantly mixed with substances like a chaotic little cocktail, but unsurprisingly nick doesn't spend an awful lot of time listening to doctor's advice.

it's not a problem, right up until it is a problem. the heat creeps up on him without him noticing at all, a slight warmth around the collar turning into unavoidable burning desire in a matter of hours, and of course he's out in public. heads are turning. nick hightails it out of the bar quickly, but that's a temporary solution at best.

so he makes a phone call. probably not the first one that's started like this, either, though it's not usually quite so...time sensitive. )

I need a favour. Like...now.

wanda maximoff | mcu | ota

[consequencing]

( wildcard me any role )

[bodement]

[ It's not Madoc's first dinner party with the O'Broin family. They were always wild affairs filled with witches and magic workers and dozens of other mystical beasties depending on the dinner and the phase of the moon and why they were gathering. Most were there that night because of a full moon in Beltaine and so wine flowed and the foods were filled with aphrodisiacs and sultry finger foods.

Madoc was there because he'd been told there was going to be a party crasher who had hopes to ruin the magic being raised by the family and their friends. Madoc had been hired to make sure that didn't happen. So while others flirted and teased and hormones began to flow, the barghest wandered the party with a glass of whiskey in hand and giving no attention to those that tried flirting with him.

Circling to the second floor as clothes were being shed and people were beginning to slip outside and under the moonlight, Madoc finds himself hit almost instantly with a scent he hadn't counted on. Rich and musky and utterly intoxicating. No one had warned him there would be an omega there. An unmated and unclaimed omega.

Drawing a deep breath, his cock throbbing with the beating of his heart. He needed to get the hell out of here, but he realizes this could be the one he was hired to watch for and this could all be a ploy. ]

Fucking hell.

[ Snarling he follows the scent, moving with a quick step to bring him up on the boy a hand going around his throat, claws just pressing to the skin.

This can't be who he was hired to stop, could it? He smells of magic and sex and slick and Madoc fights not to grind against his ass. ]


Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?

» » hisownmaster

[louds]

( all those romances that seemed to be the end of the world fade away after the summer, and it might have been a sad thing except for the fact that it leaves them all much closer for it. gansey, henry and blue go off on their road trip. ronan builds a life in the barns. adam goes to harvard. they're all scattered across the country in a way that they haven't ever been since becoming a unit, but they make up for it in other ways. group chats firing off at all hours and video conferences filled with stories and laughter, and middle of the night phone calls made hushed and quiet when someone can't sleep.

sometimes, when they're really lucky, they even get to visit.

she's carved a whole three days out of their schedule to see adam, while the other two do some old money activity that made blue want to tear her eyes out when it had even been mentioned. it seems like he's found his stride here, and it's something of a relief to see that for herself. she sits on her hotel bed with him and recounts stupid stories from their whimsical little road trip, and the two of them laugh, and it's nice.

except there's also this underlying...tension, that blue doesn't expect. she isn't going to bring it up at all, happy to write it off as exam stress, but he rubs at his temple for the third time in as many minutes and blue frowns. )

Are you alright? If today's not a good day, the guys aren't coming back for a few days. ( three days and a far too nice hotel room paid for by all that old money, despite her loudest of protests, before henry and gansey and that eco monstrosity roll back into town and pick her up again. ) You look...stressed.

[hisownmaster]

[ It was all exciting and he was looking forward to this trip. He's seen them all through video chatting, and he has so many different text threads going, but to get to see Blue in person is so exciting and he's so happy for it.

So he's not sure why since the moment he hugged her in greeting that he's feeling a pressure within that is unlike anything he has ever experienced. Or even what he could call it. Given the reaction of his body though he's embarrassed and hating on himself a little.

Or a lot.

Not that the surroundings are doing much for him. His first words in seeing the room had been to wonder, aloud, if they could have picked a more pretentious hotel. He's not sure they could.

So he let himself stew on that, making jokes about it, but the pressure within has been getting worse, and he isn't trying to hide how his nostrils keep flaring, acutely aware of how Blue smells spicy and sweet and sexy. But he's not supposed to be thinking about her like that. ]


No. No, it's a great day. I've missed you, Blue. That's all. I just...

[ He raises his gaze, staring at her for a minute. There's such raw, desperate hunger on his gaze in that moment, unable to hide how he's feeling about her, the hunger he's feeling for her in ways he's never felt before. ]

I don't feel right. I feel... on fire? Like... like everything about me is suddenly alive and I don't know why. I feel...

[ And in that moment realization hits him. Stories he's heard from others. He stares at her, stunned and utterly confused. ]

It can't be. I would have presented by now.

vibes only

[somaticate]

[ as a rule, henry doesn't answer the phone when nick calls after 12am, because that's when nick asks for things. sometimes pointless, sometimes serious, sometimes an excuse to avoid asking for what he actually wants. the only problem is that henry's never been able to actually follow the rule. very briefly, he considers what would happen if he let nick handle his own mistakes.

it wouldn't work. the only idea henry hates more than nick not listening to him and then asking for help anyway, is him needing help and not asking, or going to someone worse. and honestly, everyone is worse.

so henry picks up. he's fully prepared to make it at least sound like he would take convincing when he hears the urgency in nick's voice. he squares his shoulders, gripping the phone tighter. ]

What's wrong? Where are you?

[extent]

( is he the 'party crasher'? sure he technically has an invite in the way that all of the family has one, but it's hardly a secret that things run more smoothly when he's not around. it wouldn't be the first time someone has been hired to keep nick occupied.

nick is mostly just keeping to himself anyway though, taking advantage of an open bar and sipping away at some dry, fruity wine that probably comes with a price tag that would make most people's eyes water. nick, naturally, is swigging from the bottle.

or at least he is right up until someone grabs him. )

I don't think it's any of your business.

( he spits back, irritable as much because he's having to explain himself at his own family's party as he is the fact that he can already smell the man behind him, and it's making him a little weak at the knees.

nick reaches out blindly to get the bottle down on the nearest available flat surface, eyes briefly slipping shut when he inhales sharply, and he brings his hand up to grab loosely at the arm around his neck. )

What are you doing here? I'd know if someone this friendly had been invited before.

https://i.imgur.com/ivxUvLw.jpg

[extent]

I'm at a bar. I think I fucked up.

( none of that is the kind of information henry needs to actually do anything for nick, but as it turns out it's incredibly difficult to keep his head straight and also provide helpful responses. he ducks around the corner, and cold air and a bit of space to breathe is helping him clear his head a little...

but not that much. and it's not just a clear head that's the problem. there's the fairly urgent issue of being out in public and on the verge of his first heat in almost a year. that was the other sage piece of advice he's been cheerfully ignoring, not to keep using suppressants so consistently, to give himself breaks. )

I'm at— Jesus, okay. You remember that place you picked me up from on St. Patrick's Day? It's next door. Fucking hell, I can't think.

( all very typical of a 'nick is drunk and needs a ride' phone call, except his voice isn't slurred, he's actually...fairly coherent, just clearly preoccupied. )

[louds]

( blue is a complicated creature, because some of the time she is a great person to be around, alphas and omegas alike. it's kind of the whole appeal of betas, someone to calm and neutralise in the presence of all those hormones being thrown around by the alphas and omegas. some of the time, blue is fantastic for this. and some of the time she emphatically isn't.

no one has ever really been able to provide a reasonable explanation for why, but some of the time all blue seems to do is heighten everything and everyone around her. sometimes that's part of the appeal of blue specifically, much as it usually rubs her the wrong way. sometimes intense can be a good thing. and sometimes it's why she chooses not to go along to some weird event weighted heavily towards the alphas of high society.

adam, she thought, was a beta too. they all thought that, but now— )

You should have. This shouldn't be happening, we need to call someone.

( a doctor maybe, or gansey. blue frowns, and she doesn't think anything of it when she leans closer and presses the back of her hand to his forehead. there's a specific way of navigating contact with alphas that she's just never had to think about with adam.

until now, apparently. )

God. You're hot.

Steve Rogers | Alpha | #4

[captainsaorsa]

Steve knew that it was super important that he kept on top of his suppressants. It'd been drilled into him since he'd come out of the ice, especially since the ones he needed were so damned strong, to be able to work with the serum. Not to mention, how would it look, if Captain America went into Rut and acted like some feral animal and got the Omega's Rights activists all in a tizzy. Not that Steve had ever hurt someone, but the press did like to make assumptions.

And everyone assumed that Steve Rogers, Captain America, Alpha extraordinaire, must have incredibly super-powered Ruts. Which, okay, maybe, but still. Usually he stayed on his suppressants, until he could get himself knocked out for a few days, and ignored it. It wasn't, well dignified.

After all, who'd want to get stuck with him for a Rut anyways? Most of the team was Betas or Alphas anyways, and he certainly wasn't going to ask any of the Omegas to put up with him.

So he stayed on top of his suppressants, and took care of business. Except this time, with everything going on, it had somehow skipped his mind. He'd like to blame the hormones, but he probably shouldn't. And now, it was the middle of the afternoon, and he felt like he had a fever, and somewhere, in the Avengers compound, he could smell an Omega.

[mutiemeh]

[ he twitches at the growl, not entirely sure how to interpret it, though his body is pretty sure it likes it if the wetness between his thighs is any indication. he sucks in a breath, trying to focus through the low burn of arousal. what's worse is he knows david can smell him, smell how much he wants this. ]

You're never going to be able to kick my ass, [ he says shakily, because he can't just leave it unaddressed. although given how hard it is to keep his voice steady and keep from leaning toward the alpha, maybe he should have left it for afterward, when he can dangle david from one foot a hundred feet in the air and remind him that just because quentin's an omega doesn't make him any less an omega-level.

his jaw works, expression flat and suspicious, but.. he sort of has to trust him, doesn't he? and as far as he knows, david's never been that kind of spiteful. ] .. Fine. Yeah, okay. [ he hesitates, then reaches up to the closures on his uniform, pulling it open at the throat and chest. ] I should.. get out of this before I get any worse.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Oh, he can smell it. And damn it's so good. He wants to move closer, he wants to bury his face in Gar's neck to smell him. He wants to reach out and pull Quire close and smell him and smell the way it built up as he touched the guy. Which is a lot.]

Yeah, you, uh...

[The scent, and the first bit of skin bared has him hungry. David moves forward before he can really stop himself. His hands moved as well, coming up to the closures to help with them. But hey, he's not ripping them at all.]

Tell me to stop if you need.

[mutiemeh]

I'm not delicate. Just don't be a dick when you fuck me. [ he goes still as david helps with his uniform, shrugging it off his shoulders, then shifting to work it down off his hips with his underwear. he toes out of his boots, stepping out of the uniform a moment later. it leaves him nude and already clearly turned on, shivering from a combination of need and the still-chilly air.

finally, he reaches, his own palms sliding over david's waist, skimming up to palm his ribs through his own uniform. ] I wanna' start out on your lap. [ he tugs at the other man's uniform with his tk, beginning to pull it open, suddenly very invested in getting him naked. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Maybe it was wrong to stare at all that deliciously bare skin, but it really was nice to look. Like window shopping, only he got the purchase this time.]

Don’t rip my uniform and we’ll be fine, Quire.

[Saying anything but his last name would be too intimate, in David’s opinion. But he did pull Quentin fully against him. Telekinesis meant that even being close would probably leave Quentin more than capable of stripping him. Bedsides, he would be lying if he claimed he never thought about how those lips, so good at crafting insults, might feel. Guess he got to test it now with a hard kiss.]

[bodement]

[ It's not normally in Madoc's nature to push himself like this on another, but then if he had known he'd be around an omega on a night like tonight, he would have taken something to help him control himself.

Now though he feels on edge and he knows there's no pulling himself back. He's not sure he could find control now if there was a gun to his head. ]

It was my business when I was hired to patrol the event.

[ Except already he is beginning to realize the mistake he's made and just how bad this could be. No, how bad this is going to be.

Strong fingers pulse against Nick's throat, hating the layers of clothes between them already as he nuzzles at the back of his neck. Imagining how it would be to sink his teeth there, to bite and bleed and claim even as he knotted this beautiful omega and made him realize everything he was made for. ]

Security.

[ Moving away before he puts a claiming bite on his boss' kid, his lips caressing Nick's ear before he bite quick and sharp at the edge of his ear. ]

I was hired to protect what was most precious.

[ They had meant the ceremony but for him, in this moment, that is Nick. ]

What the hell are you doing wandering around unclaimed and smelling like you haven't had an alpha fuck you right ever?

[extent]

( it says everything that needs to be said about nick that the man says 'hired' and he's immediately more interested. it's hardly a secret that he comes to these sorts of things at least as much to be an annoying spanner in the work as he does to socialise or whatever it is they're supposed to be.

hooking up with the security detail that's probably at least halfway here to stop him from "embarrassing the family" certainly meets the criteria for annoying spanner in the works. )

I'm sure I have an invite somewhere.

( there's the fact that he thrives on being difficult, but then there's teeth at his ear too and nick's mouth falls open around a sharp inhale. there's the fact that all he can smell is desire and it makes him want to bend himself over ready to be taken right here, where anyone could walk in. he doesn't, nick has some self-control, but he does push his body back flush against the other man's shamelessly, with a subtle grind of his hips just to see how interested he might be. )

Plenty fuck me well enough, ( he grins as he responds, reaching back until he can hook his hand around the back of madoc's neck. ) do you think you could do it better?

[hisownmaster]

[ Even knowing the way Blue can effect others it still feel surreal to even be thinking about this, that it could be a possibility. Frowning heavily, even for Adam, because there would have been signs before. Wouldn't their have been? ]

It can't be happening. Besides who would we call? Maybe a doctor? I could be sick?

[ He has to be because that touch, the coolness of her hand on his skin and Adam can only think of one thing. All those thoughts he's had before about her, that they had solved and were part of their past.

Except that touch is enough to tell him she's his. Right here. Right now. In this god awful room of high count linen sheets and tiny once use bottles of shampoo that cost more than his bodywash for a month. She's his. ]

Blue...

[ His nostrils flare and he moves quickly, catch her wrist and using that hold to pull her closer to him. ]

Oh God. Blue.

[ The sound of her name is a growl, pained and needy and his bright gaze narrows, staring at her and trying to make sense of it all. ]

You should go. You need to go.

[ If he was stronger he would leave but there is nothing in him that could leave right now. Not with her there smelling sweet and spicy and sexy and so perfect for him. ]