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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.
* Lack of altered genitalia.
* 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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[ He doesn't know how long they stay like that for, exploring each others scent and taste, that he spends touching her, mapping out the expanses of skin he can reach, keeping her wrapped tightly in his arms, like his whole life depended on having her up against him.

The seconds drag on, merging to long minutes, a sweet molasses of time stretching on, and at some point, he realizes he's tipped them forward, slowly and steadily shifted them onto their sides, spooned together on the couch. This isn't the first time he's locked to someone, but it's the first time he feels so out of control, like he's exposed and at her mercy. It's the first time he wants so badly, that as soon as his knot starts to subside, he's moving again, overtaken by the need to have her, to claim her, driven by the bewitching realization that she's starting to smell like him, and he doesn't ever want her to smell any different.

He sinks deep into the sensation, so sharply aware of her, of the way every roll of his hips is smooth as silk, slick and satisfying as his cock fills her again and again. He finds her breast to cup the warm mound in his hand and kisses along her neck, her shoulder, wherever he can reach, raspy breath fanning out with every thrust, every groan. He doesn't ever want this to end. ]

((ooc: btw, feel free to fast forward this whenever you want!! ))

[The night's passed and it's daylight; not the dim crisp of dawn, but the bright gleam of early afternoon when Jess blinks herself awake after having drifted off for a bit. They'd made an absolute mess of the couch all night, one arm broken off, pillows scattered and pulled off, and both of them tangled up in a comfortable heap. The robe was long gone, torn off and tossed aside at some point, and the floor had puddles of semen and slick all over it around them.

She was a mess. And she reeked of him. But turning her head from where it was pillowed on his arm, she could tell that his scent was tangled up with hers, smelling like he'd rolled in her at some point and there was a subtle satisfaction there.

But this was one of those clear moments that she wasn't aware was fleeting. How could she? She'd never had a heat before, never been around it. Never been taught. She just found herself waking up, covered in the scent of an Alpha that she barely knew and didn't really want anything to do with outside of some instinctual need to be his. That pocket of clarity that she didn't know was a limited moment had her drawing away and getting to her feet, looking down at herself with a wrinkled nose and then looking around for her clothes. And a shower. God, she needed a shower. She could feel his come dripping down her thighs when she stood, and that reminded her of something else she'd need.

But first, she went to go to the stairs, her gathered clothes in hand as she sought out his shower, leaving him behind because the further away she got from him, the better. His bed was upstairs, so clearly the bathroom was too, right? He seemed like the type to go for convenience.]

[ It's the heightened senses of his rut that wakes him, when the spray of the shower sounds loud in his ears, even from the master ensuite. He groans, squinting and blinking in the bright afternoon sun warming his skin. The insistent heat in his belly is currently a low ache, instinct soothed with temporary relief, but he immediately recognizes her scent lingering everywhere. And it feels wrong that she's nowhere to be seen.

He pushes up off the couch, brows knitting as he takes in the disheveled state of the living room. The stains don't bother him, the shredded robe doesn't bug him, but the fact that he'll have to find a new couch does. She's really something else. However, his gaze lifts to the stair and everything else seems unimportant compared to finding her. It probably says something about him that the entire master suite is open concept, with a glass shower tucking into a partition separating the sleeping area, the whole bathroom bleeding into a walk-in closet, dark floors sprawling around a king bed. But a lack of a door means he walks right in and leans against the vanity, gaze possessive and predatory as he spots her in the shower. ]

[She'd spent time soaping herself up, getting all of him off of her, barring whatever scent of soap he had. A part of her hated it. She wanted to stay messy and dirty and walk around absolutely reeking of him. In this sober moment, she scowled at herself and just kept up with the scrubbing until she was finally clean. Clean and able to just enjoy the heat of the shower pouring down over her. She might not admit it out loud, but she missed part of the rich life. The indulgent parts. Being around Trish for so long had let her glimpse at all the things she could have if she wanted. But so much of her thought she didn't deserve it. So she scraped by just above the poverty line because she didn't want to use what she could do as a get out of being an asshole free card.

It took her longer than she'd be comfortable admitting to realize someone was close by. That it was him. It was probably the fact that the heat of the shower had made it all steamy, and his scent was floating over to her along it. Their scent. A subtle throb made her clench her legs, and she studiously turned her back on him, ignoring his presence as best she could.

Until she couldn't.]

You got a staring problem?

[ It's unlike him to hover like this, helicoptering over an Omega like he had any real skin in the game. It bothers him. And it bothers him to watch her scrub him off of her, masking the sweet musk with the cedarwood of his soap. More than the broken couch, it genuinely irks him that he doesn't have a good answer for why any of this matters at all and in this moment, chalking it all up to biology feels like a lie.

And then she snarks at him, commanding his attention away from the streaks of wet, dark hair, away from the perfect arc of her back, the swell of her ass. He'd be mortified about the half beat it takes him to gather a thought back as his arms cross over his chest. ]

Feeling shy all of a sudden?

[Her middle finger flips up in an answer before she braces herself against the wall, letting the wide spray beat down on her.]

I'll be out of your hair in a minute, unless you want to also pay a cleaning fee to the car service for making them get all that 'you' out of their seat.

[Leaving. She'd be leaving soon. She'd wash up, dry off, get her clothes on, and leave. It's a good thing she wasn't facing him, because the realization of that had her face twisting up in something close to pain. She didn't want to leave- and that scared the shit out of her. And when Jessica was scared, she cranked the asshole up to 11.]

[ He zeroes in on the beads of water gathering along her skin, unwittingly licking his lower lip, a snort barely sounding over the spray of water when she flips him off.

Cute. And stupid--to think she can drive safely. And he's stupid too, for the lurch in his stomach when she suggests leaving. His eyes narrow as he steps toward the shower to swing the door open, fully intending to join her. ]

Why? So you can spend the rest of your heat missing me?

Rest of? It's over, buddy. We banged. It's all out of my system. The remains of you are down the drain. If you're still feeling some kind of way, then you can just jerk off to your wildlife audience. I think I saw a raccoon perving last night.

[She was speaking quickly, her back still to him because that brief view of him before, naked and messy, had sent heat right through her core. And she was desperately trying to pretend that she could just will this feeling away.

Until she heard the shower door open, and she looked at him over her shoulder, spinning around with that scowl on her face.]

What exactly do you think you're doing?

Taking a shower. [ He smiles in the face of her scowl because the poor girl, thinking she's free from the torture. However, he doesn't feel as smug about it as he should, because the thought of her leaving him, of her being alone when he should be there with her, satisfying her, taking care of her and--

stupid, stupid. He takes a step closer and reaches for the second shower control, releasing a spray of warm water from the other rainhead (yes--there are two). ]

It's not over, Jess. I give it a half hour tops. [ He takes a deep breath, sighs out as he tips his head back, knowing he's probably covered in all sorts of marks from her. Water pours from the crown of his head, soaks through his hair and he drags his hands over his face before locking eyes with her. ] Do you take pride in being difficult?

Do you take pride in being a smug prick?

[It slipped out, her green eyes furiously stuck on his blue ones before she felt the distraction of what was in front of her making her gaze drop. Water slicked down over him, down over that body that nature, good genes, and a vain ego had carved into something deliciously wonderful. Not like she'd ever tell him that. She was pretty sure that every woman who wound up spreading her legs for him had gone on and on about what a hot piece of ass he was.

She was going to do her best to remember he was an ass. And a client. Potentially. Goddammit, she'd fucked up here.]

Bullshit. It's probably over. Not like I'm normal. Bet I burned through it all last night.

[No, she hadn't, and she was beginning to realize that, but she was going to cling to that lie as long as she could, because he was acting way too smug and self assured about it. It rubbed her the wrong way. Again.]

[ The answer is yes. Yes, he does take pride in being a 'smug prick', or as he'd rather put it, in fighting for his freedom, in being able to choose the bullshit he gets involved in, in not being caught up in the rat race like so many other people are.

Although recently, fate's been testing him. She's evidence of that.

And he watches her eyes drop down his body as she tries to deny it. Heat curls in him and he turns to face her, feeling that prickle in his chest again at the thought of her leaving. There's a beat as that smugness melts away, as he thinks about her without him, having to ride out her own heat, clearly not know what the fuck she was doing. The thought frustrates him on so many levels.

She's right. She's not normal, and who the fuck is he to say how it'll go with her. ]

You wanna bet? [ Tendrils of anger sneak into his voice, and his eyes narrow. He's normally quick-tempered, and the added layer of aggressiveness in his rut fares poorly for it. ] I bet if you get yourself home, if you even can do that, you're gonna burn up from the inside and be fucking miserable. That what you want?

[The tone had her lifting her gaze to his, eyes narrowing as he barked his irritation at her. Those hackles of hers rose again.]

And what exactly does it matter to you how I am? Newsflash, Richie Rich; misery is my middle name. Your dick isn't some magical cure all to make me a rosy ray of sunshine, despite what your ego's telling you.

[She could feel that warmth spreading through her again, and to counter it, she turned and headed out of the shower, looking for a towel.]

You had a convenient cunt around for a moment when you needed one. Yay for you. Party's over. So if you're not capable of actually handling business, then I'm going to go back home and you can call me when you feel like slumming in the city and doing actual business.

[ The thing is, all that would normally slide right off him, but now, in this vulnerable state, it actually lands, flaring hot in his eyes as the shower door swings shut in his face.

Fine. ]

Fine. [ He refuses to chase her, like some desperate animal, just because the sex was good, it didn't mean he actually needed her, actually cared about her. ] Suit yourself. [ Every cell in his body screams in protest as he stands his ground, the warm water feeling cold all of a sudden. ]

[She doesn't say anything, because it'd just be petty, and she's not sure what to say in that moment. She finds a towel and grabs it, scrubbing harshly at herself to dry off quickly enough to be able to grab her clothes and put them on.

The house smells of him, and as she leaves the shower, she sees his bed. He'd been lying on it before he'd come down to her, and that rut-scent had soaked into the sheets. She's pulling her boots on as she gets another heavier whiff of that scent, and a low groan leaves her. His bed. Fuck. Some weird part of her wants to go crawl onto it, curl up in it, make it hers. Make every inch smell like her.

She's stuck there for a moment, staring at it, hearing the shower and all these weird, new feelings that are just battering at her. Loss pulls at her, a sadness tugging that makes her want to remember what it was like to have something. She shakes her head, because no. She doesn't get to have things. And she's not having him.]

[ The hot sting of rejection constricts tight around his chest as he stands there with the water pattering over his skin. He stands there even when her groan rings out, lighting his nerve endings on fire, as instinct screams at him to get out there, to hold her tight, to remind her that he's here to make her feel better, to make it all better.

But she doesn't want it and she made it clear enough, though it's completely beyond him why she would choose misery over him and everything he can give her. He can make her happy. He can do anything she wants him to do, and they can take on the world together.

Except the sane part of him reminds him that she's walking away from him, walking out of his home when they're sharing the most vulnerable part of themselves together. She's choosing to leave and that thought makes his jaw clench tight as he furiously stays in the shower. He needs to get her out of his head. ]

You're a cocksucking piece of shit, you know that?

[She's yelling at him from by the foot of his bed, not quite able to leave, something stirring in the pit of her stomach that isn't just that heat trying to crawl back in. Something desperate and lost.]

Why couldn't you just be a fucking adult and call and cancel? Why the fuck would you have me come all the way out here?

[ Her voice tears through his thoughts and he feels a growl rip up from his throat. He's moving before he even realizes it, stepping out of the shower, slamming the glass door, snatching a towel from the heated rack to wrap around his waist. Either way, he still drags water all across the tile and flooring as he barks back: ]

Are you fucking kidding me, Jess?

[ He rounds the corner, completely wet and naked in front of her, chest pinching at seeing her fully dressed and ready to leave. ] If you're implying I planned this, you’re fucking delusional. Listen, you’re the one who stayed, okay? You’re the one who wouldn’t leave when I told you to, and you’re telling me this is my fault?

Because you answered the door all stupid and lazy and didn't actually say anything. Why'd you let it get to that point? I drove here from New York. You couldn't have fucking texted me "Hey, my dick's acting up, fuck all the way off"? No. You let me come all the way out here because the idea of thinking of anyone but yourself is a foreign concept to you.

[He smelled clean and male, that rut still wrapping around him in an enticing odor that had her leaning in. But she covered that by prodding at his chest. Poking him. Pushing him back.]

Planned? Nah, that's giving you too much credit. But not thinking of someone other than yourself? Completely valid.

Oh please, cry me a fucking river! [ Her fingertip against his chest hurt, and he steps back, snarling. ] ‘Cus I’m supposed to tell another fucking Alpha that I’m gonna need to go lock someone down for the next couple of days so they better watch out they don’t suddenly turn into an Omega?

[ A derisive laugh twists his expression as he shoves her finger away. He forgot about their appointment. He truly forgot, so her point stands, not that he’ll admit it, but up until this point, he hadn’t thought of it as such a bad thing. ]

You were supposed to be able to tell goddammit! You can smell me from a fucking mile away but oh, you’re special, right? So it doesn’t affect you the same ‘cus you get to do whatever you fucking want and walk out whenever you decide it’s over.

How the fuck was I supposed to be able to tell? You think I run around with my nose up in the air, sniffing out what each asshole smells like when they're in a mood so I know to avoid them?

[Her status change was messing with her, and while it wasn't his fault, it was easier for her to make it his fault for now. It was his scent that had done it, after all. 30 plus years and this one asshole Alpha is the one that turns her life upside down. Fucking figures.]

Don't blame me because you're pissed you're going to have to go through the effort of calling someone else out here to powder your pampered ass. Because you have it so hard.

[Poor spoiled baby. He wasn't the one who'd had his entire life and status flipped upside down out of nowhere. He wasn't the one who was trying not to be afraid and lost at walking out his door. If she could get her goddamn feet to move.]

[ She's different--that much is clear. So different from everyone he's ever met. Of course she's supposed to sniff out 'every asshole', to be aware of the people around her. He thinks it's common sense, and that she doesn't think it's necessary makes him want to shield her from it.

But that's the last thing he'll say in this moment.

Instead, he scoffs as she calls out his privilege. Everyone seems to have a gripe about that with him, but that she does too--he's mad that it stings as it lands coming from her. ]

It's not hard, sweetheart. [ He's pissed because she's walking out, he's pissed the thought of losing her hurts, that sex with her had been so good that he instinctively knows it means more and that pisses him off. ] I can call whoever I want and have whoever I wanna have powder my pampered ass and they'll show up at my doorstep within the next hour. [ Though the thought of it sickens him, though he can't fathom anyone else except for her. ]

Don't blame me because you walked into this, alright? I didn't do anything wrong here. In fact, what I did was nice. I'm getting you through this shit and you're mad at me?!

[That newly woken part of her is aching. Hurt. It wants to take back all the words, make her shove them back in her mouth so he stops being mad. But she's spent so many years with this shield up, this barrier between her and the world because she's had to, and she doesn't know how to make it stop. There's a part of her that's tearing in half and she doesn't know what to do about it.

But that part also awakens a new feeling inside her at his admission of being able to call someone else out. Jealousy. It flames to life inside her and she gives him a shove.]

See? I fucking knew it. You whisper all this sweet bullshit when your dick's getting wet, but as soon as someone's not catering to your specific whims, you're going to call 1-800-DIAL-A-HO. You prick.

[She knows he's right about some of it, but it's not like she had a baseline to go off of. She'd been around Alphas in rut and had just done her business and left when necessary. How the hell was she supposed to predict this clusterfuck?]

[ He stumbles back another step and hisses at the cold pane of window that hits his damp back. The sensation sends another jolt through him, flaring up everything in his body, the anger, the heat, the animalistic desire to pin her down and show her exactly how much he wants her and not anyone else, to tell her how much he meant that sweet bullshit. He grabs her hand on his chest as his scent spikes and pulls her hard towards him.

She's wearing way too many clothes. ]

[She's caught up in a heat fury, an Omega being denied her mate, but she has no idea what the hell is going on and just thinks she's being psychotically mad for no reason. But his hand is on her wrist, circling it and tugging her in and there's this odd moment of peace. Yes, touch me, want me, have me, runs through her head, and when he pulls her in, she pulls back, yanking him with her and twisting to push him back towards the bed. His lair. Her instincts tell her it needs to smell more like her.

That towel needs to go.]

[ A strong bolt of arousal spikes through him when she yanks him, when he has no choice but to move as her strength catches him off guard as he's shoved towards the bed. He manages to keep his grip on her wrist, as he stumbles, dragging her with him as the edge of the bed hits the back of his knees.

So this is what she wants? Fine. He'll find the back of her neck, will sift fingers through damp hair and pull her down against him and find her mouth with his, overwhelmed with the need to taste her, to prove to her. As for what he's trying to prove? The answer escapes him. ]

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