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Alpha/Beta/Omega

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!
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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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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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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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"Yeah, man, yeah. Of course I'm glad to see you."
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"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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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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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"I need you so bad right now."