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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.
* 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.
* 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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{ooc: Would you prefer an Alpha or Beta Stiles?}

(ooc: Mindreader! I was just in the middle of thinking up a tag for you xD I'm cool with either option. I can start, unless you'd rather?)

{ooc: if you have something in mind, please feel free. Otherwise you'll have to wait for a minute while I think something up. I'd rather no pregnancy, if it's okay.}

[Derek writhed on the bed, a long whine escaping into the pillow he'd buried his face into. Losing his Alpha status had thrown him into a state of extreme conflict, the wants of his body going against the dictates of his mind. He didn't want to admit, even to himself, that he'd fallen all the way to an Omega. He'd seen how debasing it could be for an unmated Omega, how it fucked with a person's mind when they would beg for literally anyone to make the ache stop.

He'd locked himself away as soon as the shakes and the sweats began. The near constant erection he could ignore, he'd gone through plenty of mating seasons without giving into the urge to mount anyone. His hand, plenty of lube and working out until he collapsed had worked since puberty. Unfortunately it was not working for this.

The buzzer on his door had been going off for a while before he finally dragged himself off of the bed and stumbled toward it. His voice was hoarse as he called to the person without opening the door, fists clenched as he shoved down the need to yank it open and offer himself up.]

What the fuck do you want?

Derek? Open the damn door. Jesus. We all thought you were dead. No one's heard from you in days, you giant ass clown.

[Stiles felt the small ping of relief that Derek had actually answered. He didn't want to admit to himself he'd been that worried. But, hey. He had been. So had the rest of them, but Stiles was the only one who'd worked up the balls to go after the previous Alpha.

He was ready to tear into Derek for being a pussy about being 'demoted' to Beta. He hadn't been Alpha long enough for it to go to his head, had he? Not even a year, and he'd been a Beta for all his life.]

Open. Up.

[He punctuated that with a fist to the door.]

[Why was it him? Why did it always have to be Stiles? He growled until it turned into another needy sound and he stifled it quickly, leaning his head on the door.

He flinched when Stiles banged on it, the flare of anger getting him to yank it open and curse at him before his brain caught up to how bad of a move that was. He was pale, sweaty, grumpy and sporting an obvious tent in his shorts.]

I'm not fucking dead! So you can just ... fuck ... you can ... fuck?

[Stiles was too surprised by the fact that Derek looked sick to notice anything else.

Yet.]

Jesus, what the hell is the matter with you? Did someone poison you? Oh god, did they? Shit. Shit, I should call Scott. Jesus. You need to lie down. Do you need water? Anything?

[It wasn't until he was actually trying to force his way inside that he noticed something prodding him in the leg. Then the scent hit him. He felt his pupils dilate in response to the flood of pheromones leaving Derek, pausing with his body pressed too closely as he stopped mid-attempt to get Derek back inside.]

Derek?

I'm not - it's not - DON'T CALL SCOTT!

[Derek couldn't move away from him, couldn't stop the tilt of his hips so that he rubbed against him even as he was shaking his head frantically. He couldn't handle Scott right now, not like this. Scott's Alpha instincts would force him to mount Derek and there was no fucking way he could allow that to happen.]

No Scott, Stilles. I'm not sick. I'm - I'm just - I'll be - have you always smelled this good?

[Having Stiles so close was making it hard to think, making everything harder which he hadn't actually thought was possible at this point. He leaned his head forward, nuzzling his face along his cheek.]

[The vehemence in that order not to call Scott had Stiles surprised, but not nearly as much as he was by the fact that he was actually reacting to Derek's hard on digging into his hip. That or his scent, he couldn't figure out which one.

It actually took him a minute to realize he'd been nosing at the side of Derek's neck, taking in more of that intoxicating odor before he realized Derek was talking. And nuzzling him back. And pressing his very obvious erection into him. Fuck...

He felt something in him swim up, something that wanted what Derek seemed to be offering. Something that intended to take it.]

Have you?

[It was a dumb question, but he was trying not to pay attention to that need that was prodding at him. The same need that had him pushing at Derek again to get him back in the loft.]

[Stiles's responses to him had added warmth surging through him, making his skin prickle and his stomach flutter. Why the fuck was this happening? He figured he'd be embarrassed and interested, because he'd pretty much want to fuck anyone at this point, but not to this extent.

Derek was two seconds away from baring his neck to him completely, his head had even tilted slightly to the side before his question registered. He backed up a few steps, far enough that he could come inside and frowned at him. The distance cleared his head enough for the oddity of that to get through.]

You can smell me? Actually smell something, not just sweat and - [Derek's cheeks flushed as he realized he probably smelled like come from the futile orgasms he'd had.] Everything?

[Stiles felt that thing swimming up inside him give a displeased growl at Derek stepping back. No, he wasn't allowed to move away. Stiles came inside, shutting and locking the door behind him as he kept his gaze on Derek.]

Yes, I can smell you. You smell like... sex.

[Or what he imagined sex would smell like. Or what it smelled like after he'd had his own personal release.]

And you smell like something... tasty.

[There was the edge of a growl to his voice and a shimmer of red around his irises as he stalked towards Derek.]

Why do you smell so damn good?

[He ran a hand across his face, wiping the sudden return of the sweats from his forehead. He kept glancing at Stiles face and then back down submissively, not aware that he was doing it or that he was edging them both in the direction of the bed in small backward steps.]

I'm ... fuck this is ridiculous! I can't believe this is fucking happening to me right now. I'm in heat.

[He'd meant the word to come out in a snarl, but it was more of a needy grumble of frustration.]

That's why you can't call Scott.

Why? What would Scott do? And why are you in heat? Isaac never goes into it. Is it an Alpha to Beta thing?

[He was stepping in after Derek, following him, stalking him towards the bed without any conscious effort. The idea of Scott coming over, taking what was his, had a low growl building in his throat.

Any other time, that would have freaked him out. Right now, it felt... right.]

Why is you being in heat something I can smell...?

Betas don't have this problem. Only Alphas and - [His teeth clenched, his head bowing with the sudden rush of shame.] Omegas.

[They both knew Derek wasn't an Alpha any longer and that left the obvious option to explain what was happening to him.]

If Scott smells me, he'll take me. He won't be able to resist it. Neither of us have mates. He'd have to lay claim, dominate.

[He shook his head, glancing up with eyes flaring bright blue.] You shouldn't be able to. You shouldn't ... smell like you do either, Stiles.

How do I smell?

[He was still stalking forward, eyes flashing red again in response to the blue before fading away.]

Do I smell like you smell? Like sex and need and... god, how many times have you jerked off today?

[His eyes raked down Derek's body, lingering around his crotch and the obvious erection before he met Derek's gaze again.]

Four? Five? Why isn't it enough?

Yes, you do. Sex and need and ... power?

[He stared when he caught the flash this time. That wasn't possible. He had to be hallucinating or something. He needed to be taken so badly he was imagining things. That was all. There was no fucking way that Stiles was a fucking Alpha!

He stopped moving abruptly, a few feet from the bed, his nails digging into his palms. Now that he'd seen that flash it was as if everything was getting worse, the throbbing, the ache deep in him. All of it was screaming that he get on that bed and offer himself up to the Alpha.]

Because I don't need to come - I - I need to be fucked. Topped. I can't ... do that myself.

[He'd tried that too. Fingers hadn't done anything except make the ache worse.]

And Scott would do that?

[Stiles let out a growl, feeling it slip through his lips at the thought of Scott pushing Derek down onto the bed and taking him. Topping him. No. That wasn't going to happen.

It hit him suddenly like lightning that the only person who'd be topping Derek right now was going to be him. He wanted it. The throbbing in his pants told him just how much he wanted it. He moved forward, stopping an inch away from Derek. His nostrils flared as he caught that scent again, strong and pungent and twisting his guts around as his eyes flared red and stayed red this time.]

Maybe someone should help you with that...

[The growl raised goosebumps across his skin and he whimpered in response to it, actually fucking whimpered. With Stiles this close again he was losing the grip on his urges, the muscles in his stomach quivering, his cock giving an eager twitch in his shorts.

Fuck, he couldn't fight this any longer! He swayed toward him, his head falling to the side and baring his neck for him as he whined.]

Please.

[He gave the neck bared to him a confused look for a moment, not quite sure what to do with it, what it meant. But that thing inside him pushed him forward, had him reaching out to grab the back of Derek's neck and pull him in as he leaned in and bit him. His teeth closed over his neck, pressing in hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough to show Derek that he could do what he wanted whenever he wanted, that he was the dominant one. There was a low growl that rumbled out of him before he let his mouth move back, but not that far.

Not far because he was staring at Derek, close enough to see the flecks of gold in those green eyes.]

Please what?

[It felt like it took forever for Stiles to accept his submission. He let out a sharp pleased sound as his teeth set into his flesh, their bodies close enough that he could rub on him again, small needy jerks of his hips. He couldn't stop them anymore then he could stop the whimpers that followed or the seemingly endless loop of yesyesAlphaanythingforAlpha that kept repeating in his head.]

Please take me, fuck me, claim me.

[His face went red as he said that while staring into his eyes, part of him still wanting to look away, but he couldn't. He needed him too much.]

[Another day, Stiles would have blushed. Another day, he would have told Derek he was being stupid and he would have turned and left. Derek knew he was a virgin and how displeased he was with that status so this would seem like rubbing salt in the wound.

On any other day. Today it was like music to his ears, arousal and need building in his lower stomach until he gave the Omega in front of him a hard push towards the bed.]

You're still dressed...

[Somewhere in his mind, he was appalled at his behavior. That part of him was shut behind a door and locked away. This part, this new, aggressive part was lowering his hands to start to undo his belt and pants.]

[He took a stumbling step toward the bed, shoving down the shorts that had done nothing to cover him up or keep anything contained, wincing just a little when he realized the front had a damp spot on it. One that hadn't been there before he'd opened the door.

He debated on how to position himself on the bed, being ass up for Stiles and baring his belly for him both had an extreme appeal.He finally settled on sprawling across the bed on his back simply because it had the added bonus of allowing him to see Stiles get naked.]

[The confidence flooding him right now was new. He liked it. He undid his pants, shoving them and his boxers down before he pulled his shirts up over his head and dropping them as well. Kicking his shoes off, he stepped the rest of the way out of his pants, standing there naked and just as erect as Derek was.

He'd be embarrassed about this later, being naked around someone for the first time like this, but right now all he could think about was how good Derek looked and how he wanted to be on him, in him now.]

You want me to claim you?

[The words came out a little garbled as he felt four of his teeth get a little longer, taking up a little more space in his mouth.]

[Derek definitely liked the attitude though that was probably the heat talking. Once Stiles had his pants off Derek's eyes couldn't seem to look anywhere but at his groin, squirming as he realized that was going to be deep inside him soon.

He felt another sudden flare of heat that fought off most of the nerves. Stiles wasn't the only one who was new at this. Derek wasn't exactly into bottoming for anyone. It required giving up control and a level of trust he was uneasy with.

The extreme need was also the only thing that kept him from freaking out about the fact that Stiles had sprouted fangs. Freaking out meant he wouldn't get fucked and his body had had enough of that waiting bullshit.]

Yes, please. Please, any way you want just ... please take me.

[Hearing Derek beg like that had his cock twitching and Stiles didn't waste any more time waiting. He was crawling up on the bed, moving over Derek with a sinewy grace he didn't usually show. His eyes locked on Derek's, smiling to show the fangs as he moved back in towards his throat.]

Maybe you should have called Scott.

[It was a prod, a false statement as Stiles knew he wouldn't have allowed it. In fact, if Scott were to come in at this exact moment, a part of Stiles knew he'd fight his best friend for the privilege of mounting Derek. It was his. Derek was his. And he was going to prove that by pressing up and feeling the head of his cock prod at the slickened cheeks of Derek's ass.]