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Alpha/Beta/Omega Meme

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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His mind doesn't really focus on Helen's manipulations. He slips right past it, his hands going tight into fists to keep him still. Everyone says Omegas should want to be on their hands and knees, but he wants to be on top of Nick. He wants Nick's fingers in him and then he wants to ride him until they're both sweat-soaked and broken.

And then he's forward like a shot, like that sudden release of pulling the trigger. His nose is pressed against Cutter's neck, and he breathes in, shuddering in pleasure.

"You have to tell me no," he breathes, "if you don't want this, you have to," and his fingers are already catching in Nick's clothing.

The problem is he knows he won't say no. When he tries no sound comes out. This close the scent is too overwhelming. He groans, running his hands down Stephen's back, his hips twitching forward.

He'll kick himself later for doing exactly as she wanted but right now it feels like the best decision.

A second later he tries to push Stephen against the nearest wall and starts kissing him.

He finds himself gasping inarticulate yes, yes against Nick's mouth; he's so wet, he's so wet. There is a profound difference, he realizes, between taking care of it himself and this, between sex outside of heat or on the edges of heat and this. He's denied it for a day too long.

This - it's like a dream. Having sex with a celebrity or something, only Cutter is specifically someone that Stephen has admired, wanted, fantasized about.

He pulls at Nick's clothing, distracted, arching off the wall, tongue in Nick's mouth.

Stephen is ordinarily quiet, withdrawn. He doesn't often speak, and when he does it's to the point. And he never, never says things like - "Your fingers - I want your fingers in me. I want to ride you," a babbled confession.

"Fuck," Nick mutters as he hears that. It really doesn't take much convincing for him to act on it. His hands go down to open Stephen's trousers then feel between his legs. One hand goes to his dick while the other feels lower.

He has a brief moment of thinking he should bite his neck but he pushes that thought aside for now.

Stephen is so wet his body's begging for it - he squirms to get Nick's fingers between his legs, and when he manages it, when Nick presses against the sensitive, swollen part of him, he grabs on and grinds down. "Yes, yes, yes, oh please," imagining those hands on fossils, on pens, skimming over research. Gesturing, in front of a classroom of students.

It hardly takes fingers inside him before Stephen's body shivers tight around Nick's fingers and he comes. It's hardly satisfying at all, just another surge of pleasure that makes him feel, makes him need; it wrings out only a tiny bit of the lust he's feeling and leaves him sensitive and trembling, having a difficult time keeping his feet.

It's really, insanely difficult, not to do him right there against the wall. For the moment, he'll settle for rutting against Stephen's leg as he presses his fingers inside him.

When he feels the first orgasm on his fingers, he gasps. He tries to chalk that up to the hormones racing around in both their systems rather than something more. "Sit. Over there," he urges when he realizes he's having trouble standing. 'Over there' being an over stuffed chair, one wide enough to accommodate spread legs.

He lets Nick pull him to the chair, helps wriggle out of his trousers. Gets them over his knees, kicks them off his feet; his cock is still hard, leaking wet. He hasn't come there yet. It's always been a little bit of a disconnect for Stephen; he rarely has full orgasms because it means stimulating inside and outside him at the same time. He'd wondered, a little, when Helen offered him a place, if that meant maybe he'd be in between them --

Here, he spreads his legs, knowing that his scent is soaking the air. His shirt is still on, the Henley with buttons partway down his chest.

"You do," he breathes, "you have condoms, right?" He expects Nick to just take him.

The scent is much more powerful once his pants are off, it's distracting, he almost doesn't hear the question. "I--uh..." he closely resembles a deer in headlights for a second. Helen was always on the pill so any condoms they had were often unused. Where there any left? A spike of anger for a brief second, if Helen is trying to force him to father a child...

No, that doesn't make sense. She could just...

"I can look," he says that but really really doesn't want to go do that. "In... a few minutes." he adds, moving between Stephen's legs and lowering himself down. He slips his fingers back inside him, and pumps them in a few short movements.

"In a - what -" Stephen is about to protest when Nick's fingers slide inside him.

His body is tight; it doesn't give way easily. He's not experienced, he doesn't do this often. But he is so wet, and he bears down on Nick's fingers in instinct, and gives a startled, throaty cry. He doesn't know to even try to hold back what he's feeling. Doesn't give a thought to choking back the sounds that are prompted by the intrusion into him, the waves of pleasure through his abdomen centered on Nick's fingers. His hips rock, and his head falls back, and his leg comes up to hook over Nick's shoulder and open himself up.

His fingers pump a few more times, part of what he's doing is getting his fingers wet for something else. He slides his fingers out then drags that hand up to begin coating Stephen's dick. That hand stays there, closing around him, wet and unmoving.

His other hand takes the place of the first as he slides a single finger inside him. He leans in closer to breathe in the scent and shivers. He leans in a bit closer and licks experimentally at his clit.

He tries to thrust into that encircling hand. Sinks back down on the penetrating finger, and then he realizes that Nick is scenting him. Smelling him. "Oh, god," at the touch of Nick's tongue, "oh, fuck." Nick's stubble against the inside of his thigh. He feels like such an absolute slut, turned into Jell-O at a few touches and kisses. He's pretty sure Omegas are supposed to be harder to get into bed.

He doesn't want to be difficult. He just wants to be touched.

"I think - I think I'm close again." Bites his lip.

Honestly, Nick isn't sure what Omegas should be anymore. The last one he was with was before Helen. He would probably never mention this to Helen but Stephen does seem much more responsive to him which is nice.

With his mouth where it is, Stephen's scent is nearly overwhelming. He breathes in deep as he locks his lips over his clit. He slides in another finger, pushing in as deep as he can manage.

He expects him to come soon but he also doesn't intend to stop once that happens.

He cries out again, makes this embarrassing moaning noise, and his hips rock up against Nick's tongue. He had assumed that things would go straight to the fucking, that this was what Alphas wanted from Omegas, but this is different. He's being pleasured without regard to Nick, and only that fact would be enough to make him squirm. The reality of it...

He reaches down to the hand around his cock, tries to get Nick to move it. He's so close to a full orgasm, he could - it would be so easy -

Of course, Nick is interested in the fucking part but he's obviously pretty damn interested in this part too.

He hums against him when he hears the moaning. He lets his tongue slip lower and press inside him a few times before returning to his clit. It doesn't take much urging for him to move his hand, it's not just a slight movement. They're strong strokes, flirting with the edge of painful but not quite there.

Stephen, at this point, strongly believes he couldn't be more oblivious to pain. He'd be wrong. It's only the first stages, and while the heat comes on strong, now, it'll sustain him for quite a few hours.

Not that he won't need food and water breaks.

Stephen thrashes and cries out, his voice already half-raw. He comes like a snap, like a sudden break, and he tightens hard on Nick's fingers, like he's trying to lock him inside.

Nick pulls his head back in a gasp when Stephen comes. He was expecting it but somehow he didn't think it would be that hard. Or that he would very sorely wish it wasn't his fingers inside him just then.

Condoms. They need condoms. Again he tries to remember where they might have some but that thought is quickly lost. Instead, he moves up to kiss Stephen again. Breathing heavily into it he almost doesn't notice how close he is to actually fucking him without a condom.

"I don't-- I need--" he groans in frustration, it shouldn't be this difficult to speak. "Fuck me so you don't--" he blurts out suddenly then realizes what he said.

His body jerks and twists, riding the fingers still inside him as aftershocks squeeze him tighter. His hands scramble to grip Nick's hair, the back of his neck.

The concern about a condom feels very distant, right now. He is liquid, and he needs, and Nick is impossibly, beautifully between Stephen's legs, which he's wrapped around Nick's body. So what, so what if his body takes to Nick, he can take a morning after pill or -

"Yes, yes," he says, "fuck me," that sounds good. He attempts to pull Nick closer.

Nick had some sort of protest about something in the back of his mind. They should be careful of... It's important. God, he smells good. They have to--

Fuck me.

And he just gives in. He's back to kissing him and tearing off his own clothes. He'll curse Helen and possibly regret things later. Right now, he can't not think of how good it will feel.

"Ready?" he asks in more of a gasp than actual speech. He doesn't push in until he gets some sort of response.

"I will," gasps Stephen, "I will pin you down," and he yanks at Nick, viciously, leg hooked around Nick to pull him in. He's half-ready to roll them both over, tumble them both to the ground, because then he will be able to take like he wants to take, he'll have Nick in him and they'll be the closest they'll ever be. He wants to be claimed. More than anything, he wants to be claimed.

Alphas probably should be more offended or even angered hearing that. Nick isn't. It's a turn on. He might wonder if he's broken later or if years married to Helen have worn him down.

Whatever the case, they soon end up on the floor. He finds he really doesn't care how they got there. All he cares about is sinking into Stephen and trying to get as much body contact as he can. He's not thinking clearly when his mouth moves to his neck. A visceral part of him wants to keep him. His teeth brush skin, he'd just have to bite down.

He's pushing off from the chair, and they both thud down on the carpet a little too hard. Feels good, feels like a good jolt. He swings a leg over Nick's waist, and bears down on him, hips angled, panting with need. He pushes it a little too fast; he's tight, never been stretched before, not like this. It's an edge of painful, and he hisses, curling forward, muscles clamping down. His hips rock, gently, because he can't make himself stay still.

"Nick, Nick." He doesn't know if he can say no to this. He wants to be claimed, desperately; he wants to be wanted. He wants to be needed.

The whole social expectations of what an Alpha should or shouldn't be are completely thrown out the window at this stage. His instincts tell him it doesn't matter who is where, he's still got his cock pressed into a tight hot space.

Hearing his own name really gets to him. Helen isn't exactly silent but she rarely says his name during sex. His hands go to Stephen's hips to help push him downward as his own hips thrust up. Words are a challenge but he does manage: "Jesus, Stephen--"

He barely realizes his hand has moved until he finds it wrapped around Stephen's dick.

He'll remember to either curse or thank Helen later.

He loses himself in the motion.

He's never done that before. There's always a part of him thinking about position and logistics and balancing the needs of his partner against his own. But this time he forgets it all. He is liquid-fire movement against Nick; he is soft and desperate moans and choked sounds and grinding himself down after the strokes like there's something magic about the depth of Nick in his body. The fire in him is calmed and stoked at the same time.

He comes back to himself gradually, after one orgasm that swells in him with Nick's knot and leaves him high and breathless, then another immediately after that comes out in pieces, four or five hard jerking spasms and then shivering aftershocks. He feels the warmth in him that means Nick's semen is spilling inside him, inside his fertile body, and he thinks he's never felt so sexy, so present in his own skin before.

He curls forward and lays himself on Nick's chest.

It hasn't happened since he was a teenager but his vision actually blanked when he came. He ended up making a series of sounds that could be words, except for the fact they are missing important syllables and a few vowels.

Instinctively, he doesn't dare move until he feels his erection and knot subside. It can hurt if he pulls out too soon. That's fine because he needs some time to recover. His arms end up around Stephen with one hand resting on the back of his neck.

He tries to keep thoughts of what Helen might have been thinking out of his mind.

The haze is comfortable, and Stephen rests in it, aware that his needs aren't anywhere close to being sated but tired, for now. Until he realizes, quietly, that there's a possibility Nick will reject him after this, and he can't think of anything that would be worse.

His thighs tighten, subtly, on Nick.

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