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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.
* 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!
2/3-ish/7 if you want
[ at first she doesn't know what's woken her up. it hadn't been a bad dream, lydia decided, because she remembered graduation gowns and delivering a valedictorian speech, and it couldn't have been prada vipping to be let out because she'd let him out in the yard right before bed. besides, it's quiet for a long moment aside from her breathing and racing heart. then the tap tap on her window comes again, and she nearly vomits up her heart.
she's scared until she sees it's stiles pressed to her bedroom window like a lost puppy, and then she's just angry. did he not know what time it was? it was four frickin' sixteen, and just because they didn't have school the next day didn't mean she couldn't cuss him out for waking her up before dawn. lydia deems it time to kick a few puppies off the roof, throws back the covers and stalks across her bedroom with little disregard for how much noise her feet makes. she's about to make so much more, and he's about to get an earful he won't forget.
until, that is, she throws open the window and gets a noseful - a literal blast to the face - of something she can't quite name. it's musky, shoved into her face with the accompanying gust of cool night air; it's not a cologne, he's not wearing it - no, it's practically radiating off his very person. it's a stiles smell that somehow surpasses that horrible stiles gym socks smell she encountered the one time she'd let him drive her home, that is somehow more overpowering but less unenjoyable save for the fact it reminds her of the bilaterally embarrassing times she's seen the girl omegas in her class go into heat.
and it clicks. oh.
she's still mad at him, still hissing angry exclamations of irritation and threats of pushing him off the roof, still wondering what god forsaken instinct drove him to her house. but her pupils have dilated. and when she gets her hands on his shirt, it's to haul him into her room instead of shoving him backwards into the newly raked pile of leaves in the yard below.
at some moment, between kicking him towards the bed and practically tearing his shirt off by the collars, lydia gets her face in the crook of her neck, did her nose in by his adam's apple and takes a deep, deep inhalation, groaning - ] You need to leave. [ - even as she latches her mouth to his skin and proceeds to leave the most spectacular hickey she can. ]
motherfucker I honestly love you ps phonetags sorry
Hey, Lydia, I know it's early but I've got this seriously urgent thing — I don't really know what's wrong with me? But Scott's not answering his phone and you're acing biology — you're acing everything — so I figured you could help me figure out what's— whoa, okay, hi, hello.
[ she's dragged him in with a strength he didn't know she had and is grabbing at him. stiles doesn't know what to do. he's never even been in a girl's bedroom before and for all the years he's spent pining after lydia martin, he never really thought about getting her. ]
Leaving! Yes. Leaving, is a thing, I could do.
[ he's wheezing it out, pitchy. he'd thrown on a hoodie and jeans to get here, but he's so glad to be rid of them, willingly lets her tug at his clothing, shimmies out of a little of it himself. he knows that he should be embarrassed for his modesty, but he's just so freaking hot, his whole body crackling with a dry burn, centered in the pulse of his dick, the wetness behind his balls. he'd shoved half a roll of toilet paper back there into his briefs, and he can already feel that it's soaked through, a sodden, heavy sensation that is more than a little uncomfortable. ]
[ she latches onto his neck and he stops even trying to think about pushing her away, his eyes going sleepy as she sucks at some point that melts his whole body. he staggers drunkenly, clutches at her. ]
Or, or not. Y'know. This is nice too, mmm.
ilu too, babe. and phone tagging is the only way to do it
suck.
bite. the instinctual urge rises in her throat like bile. but from what she's hearing in the lust cloudy distance, he doesn't get what's happening. what? that's not right. how can he not know his own body? she knows hers, inside and out; knows she can get wet and hard when sexually provoked, a problem starting to manifest in a heat in her lower abdomen. ]
There's nothing wrong with you. [ this situation, yes. his presence in her bedroom. her response. a lot of things, actually. ] You're in heat. [ heat. hot. yeah, he's hot. weirdly so. and those pants? they need to go; they're going now. ] Are you in heat? I didn't know you were an omega.
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I'm not an omega, I'm a guy.
[ he informs her casually, tangling one hand in her hair. god, he really likes her hair. even when those red curls are sleep-tangled he just wants to comb them out with his fingers. ]
[ he realizes kind of abstractly that his dick is so hard that it's stretching his briefs, and she's gonna be able to see how shamefully wet he's gotten down there. which is kind of like an omega, now that he thinks about it, because girls get wet. and then there's omega negative, but they're supposed to be half-bestial, you know, simple, not quite human, mutated and recessive and totally rare. point zero zero zero zero something percent of the population. ]
[ shit. ]
Oh my god.
[ he gasps it once in realization, and then again when her mouth does something new and good. he's against the wall now, when did that happen? and his head thunks back against it pretty hard, legs shifting apart, begging with his body. ]
Oh my god, I'm an omega.
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Yes, and you're in heat, that's what I literally just said.
[ though if he's a few steps behind her, maybe they should slow down. sit down at talk. maybe she should root around for her old family life and sexual health packets and give him a crash course in omega-hood, revising the lessons meant for girls to make them a bit more relatable for him. or maybe they should just use google, though it's well known knowledge that googling male omegas will always yield derogatory pornographic websites as the top fifty results. so, no. forget google.
forget stopping, actually, that doesn't seem to be in the stars either. especially not when he's spreading his legs so nicely and she can squeeze her thigh between the two of his.
on some level, she resents him for this. why couldn't have stayed home and dealt with this the way normal omegas did? plugs and cold showers and tears and a lot of gatorade and sex toys in their reinforced, locked bedrooms. she's a decent enough human being to reject the idea of omegas being second class citizens — seriously, were they living in some archaic society with weird sexual caste systems? — and lecture her parents on the importance of voting in local government to pass equal pay and no discrimination legislation in the state of california, but this is still a huge imposition. stiles stilinski would be off her radar if he were an alpha, and on some level, she seriously resent him. but that level is like the rung on the ladder she seems to have missed while going from 0 to 60 with the unlatching of a window.
her hands are wandering around to his ass, and — wow, his underwear are seriously wet. how had he not figured this out on the way over here, wet underwear were kind of a major tell. but criticizing him is another rung on this seriously messed up ladder that she's skipping. ]
You're probably going to need some help with this, too.