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memeliscious ([personal profile] memeliscious) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-06-15 04:32 pm

Alpha/Beta/Omega

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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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-15 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Being bitten had been an accident. The Alpha had been trying to kill him, aiming for his throat but missing and getting his shoulder instead. Through the same kind of chance, Stiles had managed to push her off him, watching as her bare feet tangled in the mass of barbed wire, throwing her off balance and tipping her backwards onto a protruding piece of rebar. It was a toss up over who'd looked more surprised, her or him.

That little action had somehow wound up making him an Alpha, whether he wanted it or not, and it had taken both Derek and Scott to train him, contain him, teach him not to change on a whim or give in to his temper. Somehow, he'd pulled it off and had learned control.

But something else had crept in at the same time. Every time Scott was the one holding him down or teaching him something, Stiles paid more attention. He was focused on Scott to the exclusion of all else, ignoring comments made by Derek half the time (partly out of spite and partly because he just couldn't shift his attention).

That focus got more intense the close to the full moon they got and Stiles found himself climbing into Scott's window two nights before it, just standing there, watching Scott sleep. Scott was his in so many ways; his best friend, his brother, his confidant, his keeper. Something else was pulling at him, though. Something different. Something more intense.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-15 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Things have been - different, understandably, since Stiles turned. A part of Scott is really pissed about it, because he never would've wanted Stiles to be affected the way he has, to have his life literally turned upside down by the bite. The other part is grateful, almost selfishly, because now his best friends understands everything that he'd been going through when it had first happened to him. Now he doesn't have to worry about hurting Stiles, either, because as it turns out, his best friend is an Alpha.

That in itself is a lot to take in, but Scott's trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. Tonight, though, he's pretty beat, and he's sleeping hard, chest rising and falling slowly with even breaths. Something manages to make him stir from dreaming, and when he rolls over, blinking with eyes half-open, he manages to make out a silhouette.

He jerks up in bed, scrambling back against the pillows, eyes suddenly wide and fully alert as he adjusts quickly to find the face in the shadows. "Stiles? What - what is it, what's wrong?" There must be an emergency of some kind. "It's the middle of the night."
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-15 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it?" He knew it was, but the almost lazy lilt to his voice belied that. He moved forward, not needing to be quiet now that Scott was awake. That's what he'd wanted, right?

Coming over to the bed, he knelt on it, looking at Scott painted with all the shadows of his room. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to come see you." He could pick up Scott's scent from here, sleep-warm and heavy in the air. He crawled forward a little.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" Why did it feel like he was asking things from down a very long hallway? It was like he was only half aware of what he was doing.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-15 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Scott blinks the remaining haze out of his eyes, rubbing them with the heel of his hand before he sits forward, his voice thick with sleep. He hasn't fully woken up yet, hasn't completely realized the change in Stiles' scent yet, but he reaches out to gently squeeze his best friend's shoulder.

"Yeah, man, yeah. Of course I'm glad to see you."
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-15 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"How glad?" The question slips out even as Stiles moves forward, still crawling and aiming to hover over Scott on all fours. In the dark of the room, his eyes glow red, his head coming down as he sniffs at Scott, cheek brushing against warm skin. He doesn't need to be that close to smell him, he could smell him outside the window, but he wants to be. He wants to get a stronger dose of his scent. He wants to rub his cheek on him, to mark him with his own smell. Because Scott was his.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Scott's starting to feel like a broken record but that's when it hits him, the sudden scent of Stiles, musky and strong and overwhelming his senses, and he leans back against the pillows, fingers unconsciously descending from Stiles' shoulder to a slightly more muscular forearm.

"I'm glad to see you, Stiles," he repeats again, his voice dropping low as he leans in, nudging their foreheads together.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-15 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes in a deeper breath, feeling Scott's acquiescence, crawling over him more until he could lower himself over top of him. He probably shouldn't be doing this. He knew better. That wasn't how they were.

But his scent was driving him crazy and there was this undeniable need to make him understand that he was his. That Scott belonged to him in a way that nobody else could have. Especially not Derek.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Scott doesn't fight Stiles at first - but then the overwhelming urge overtakes him and his loose grip on Stiles' forearm changes into a tight hold, hand clamping around his wrist in a strong vise.

He's not going to let Stiles be the one on top, not this easily, and the instinct to fight him for dominance rears up in his chest until he snarls, visibly, and flips them over, bearing Stiles against the mattress with a growl in his ear, trying his best to pin him down.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-15 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He may be an Alpha, but he was a new one and he hadn't gotten used to the extra strength or speed yet. Scott flipped him easily, but instead of looking up at him in fear when he saw the golden eyes and heard the snarl, he found it shot straight to his crotch, making him lift up to press against him before he began to try to push him back over.

Scott was his. He was the dominant one and he wanted to prove it. He growled back, teeth biting at Scott's jaw; not to maim or injure, but to nip and show who was the one in charge.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-15 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Those red eyes are the first indicator that maybe he's bitten off a little more than he can chew; the second is that nip against his jaw, enough to make him gently ease his grip on Stiles' wrists, sitting up slowly.

He's not going to go down without a little bit of a fight, but when he leans in, gently nuzzling underneath Stiles' chin, it's a gesture of trust.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Stiles' hand slides up to grip the back of Scott's head, his hand almost gentle in its touch. He pushes, moving, shifting, rolling to put himself back over Scott. To be the one on top and to slide between the part in his legs.

His next gentle bite takes hold of Scott's lower lip, a quiet rumble of a growl leaving him as he does it.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Scott's first instinct is to nip back, but it's a playful gesture, one that toys lightly at him even as he lets himself be maneuvered onto his back, legs falling to either side of Stiles' body.

He reaches up to mouth blindly over his jaw, the line of his neck, whimpering softly in the back of his throat.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The blanket gets pushed down out of the way so Stiles can lean down and rub his cheek over the chest bared to him. His tongue comes out to lick at the center of it, his eyes lifted to watch Scott as he did.

His hands were braced on either side of his body, holding him up and giving him the leverage he needed to start to rock back and forth.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Scott's eyes go half-lidded, a small groan rising up in his chest, that low rumbling sound that reverberates when Stiles licks down over his skin and those eyes gaze up at him, so familiar and yet so different all at the same time.

He's half-hard when Stiles starts to grind against him, tenting the front of his briefs as the friction only serves to make him harder, and he tips his head back, panting roughly, fingers curling around Stiles' wrist.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the head tilted back that catches Stiles' attention; the neck bared and offered to him in a signal that makes the red flare in his eyes.

He's up and has his teeth elongated and fit around the neck in a heartbeat, pressing just this side of breaking the skin. He growls, low and deep, needing to have Scott submit to him.

The rational side of his brain was somehow expecting this to turn into a fight. Scott wasn't a submissive wolf. Not to Derek, not to Peter, not to the Alphas that came after him. That part of his brain was expecting to be thrown off and pounced on, to be made to submit. He was relishing the possibility, his cock fully hard and pressing into Scott's hip.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The human half of Scott is still trying to wrap his brain around everything that's happening. The wolf side isn't going to lay down and give in that easily, and when Stiles' teeth close against his neck he snarls at the contact, his nails growing long enough to dig points into Stiles' arm, this time pressing hard enough to break the flesh.

He's hoping the pain is enough to draw Stiles's attention away so he can slide out from underneath him, the bed shaking under the force of impact when he gets him over onto his stomach this time, pressing against him from behind, hands gripping both wrists as he stretches out over him and nuzzles his hair, hips grinding into his rear.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a brief moment when Stiles lifts up into the motion, when his ass lifts up to press back against Scott as he feels him grinding into him. A moment when he lets out a breathy sound, eyes closed as he feels need play over him.

But he's an Alpha. He doesn't get pinned. He can smell the tang of his blood in the air and he lifts up, moving to throw Scott off him. If successful, it's likely Scott would land off the bed and Stiles would move quickly to cover him, grab and pin and touch him.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Scott's canines are fully elongated now, eyes a completely different color as the wolf emerges from within. He hits the bed and barely has time to bounce against the mattress before Stiles is on him again, pinning him down hard.

He doesn't have his hands free and he bucks wildly up against him, fighting the switch, teeth trying to snap at the closest place he can reach, and he growls at Stiles, breathing roughly with a snarl on every exhale.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
This is what he wants. Scott isn't some meek little puppy to just give in, not over something like this. Stiles can count on him to be the strong one, the surprising one, and his wolf had been counting on that when it had made him come over.

Stiles changes, teeth, ears, claws all showing as he snapped back at Scott, leaning in to lick the side of his cheek before giving his jaw that surprisingly tender touch of teeth. "You smell so good right now." He wanted to roll in him, leave his scent all over his best friend to mark him.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Scott may be on his back, but he's going to try and level the playing field a little, and he manages to get one hand free to slash his claws across Stiles' chest, the only damage done to his shirt as he effectively rips it to shreds without breaking the skin beneath.

"Stiles," he manages, getting one arm around his middle in a crushing bear hug as he tries to roll them, their legs tangled together.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Good thing it wasn't one of his favorite shirts. Stiles repays the favor by reaching down and drawing claws through the band of Scott's boxers. Oh darn, look at that.

Then he's drawn down and pressed to Scott, rolled onto his back and laid out to look up at him. His legs are tangled up in Scott's and he winds up sliding his hands down to slip those claws over the curve of Scott's ass, lightly so as not to break the skin.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The boxers slip to one side, a useless scrap of fabric, and Scott reaches down, sliding one hand around Stiles' thigh to haul his hips up against his.

He braces his hands against the bed, unable to stop a groan from slipping out when Stiles gently rakes claws over his ass, the sensation enough to make him grind forward, momentarily distracting him.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Friction was a wonderful thing. Seeing Scott naked and rubbing against him was just what he needed. The groan vibrated through him and had him lifting up into the way Scott was grinding down before he grabbed his shoulder and pulled, rolling them to the side.

He had one leg between Scott's and he used that to press down, to rut himself against Scott's hip as he lowered his head to bite at Scott's shoulder. Not to mark or to bleed, but to hold still.
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[personal profile] wolfsbaned 2013-06-16 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The bite is almost like flipping a switch; instinct has him momentarily going limp, easing over onto his side as Stiles settles over him, stilled for a few breaths as he relaxes a little under Stiles' hold.

He breathes in Stiles' scent, strong and heady and covering him now, or starting to mix with his own, and he's pretty sure everyone's going to know they've been all over each other after this, but he doesn't care. He glances up at Stiles, eyes half-lidded with arousal.
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-16 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Stiles looks down at him, almost whimpering with the rush of pleasure that goes through him from seeing him like this. It takes a minute, but he manages to shift back, to lean in and bite at Scott's lower lip with human teeth as he ruts up again.

"I need you so bad right now."