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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!
allison argent ; teen wolf ; ota
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[ Allison has been changed for... well, for awhile now. It's not been a fantastic experience on her end, largely filled with pain and blood lust, and also having to put up with Derek. It's not been a fun ride. And at the top of the "not fun werewolf things" list is a little something she's aptly named heat.
Heat, in Allison's personal and dictionary book terms, is a weirdly heightened time of sexual arousal. Really heightened. Really really heightened. She can normally predict when it's going to happen - faking sick or ditching school so she doesn't lose herself among puberty stricken teenagers. But, for whatever reason, today she couldn't get out of it. Her dad was worried her grades would slip and forced her into going to school. And that would be quite the awkward conversation to have, so Allison sticks her chest out, praying to whatever gods there might be that she does not jump anyone.
There are no gods, Allison realizes, when in her first period class she sees him, Scott McCall, sitting just a few seats in front of her. She's pretty sure they're bonded (but she's not 100% on the werewolf lingo), and that only serves to multiply her arousal by the tenth fold. She groans, keeping her head down in her arms, fully aware that her scent is everywhere in this classroom, probably everywhere in this school right now.
Basically, today could not get worse. ]
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He's almost positive that he and Allison are mated - or, they will be, when the time comes for it to happen - but his wolf can sense the connection before he realizes it, scratching and clawing at him inside as if begging to be released. It's something he normally has sort of a handle on - granted, it manifests in little ways like being able to recognize her scent from a major distance, or wanting to have his hands all over her 24/7, but that's nothing compared to what happens when she shows up for school today.
He smells her before he sees her, and he doesn't have to turn around to acknowledge it. She's in heat, and it's so thick in the air that he almost thinks he could lick the scent if it was a palpable thing - like crushed berries over ice, tart and arousing. He's hard in a matter of seconds, curling his fingers into a fist and punching his thigh discreetly underneath his desk to try and curb the impulse. The heat under his skin is itching, burning, and it takes every ounce of self-control in his body not to bend her over the desk right here, in front of everyone.
He raises a hand, fingers shaking visibly, and requests permission to go to the bathroom, discreetly tugging his shirt down in front of his crotch so the bulge in his jeans isn't too visible as he gingerly walks out into the hallway. He's got his phone in his pocket, and he fires off a quick text. ]
Locker room. Now.
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But her phone vibrates, and she sits straight up then, eyes wide with how much enjoyment she got from the movement. And that enjoyment is doubled when she actually gets around to reading the message, almost contented at what an effect she had on Scott. That is, she would be content if she could feel anything other than the burning sensation in her lower abdomen - screaming out, crying for attention. She lets out an audible moan - so audible, the classroom turns around to face her. Allison would be embarrassed, usually, but right now she just says, "I have to go to the nurse. Something is seriously wrong." It's not a lie.
The second she gets excused, Allison is out the door, racing herself to get to the locker room, like her entire world depends on it. She uses her speed to make it there quickly, hissing in frustration whenever she sees someone coming down the hall, forcing her to take another hallway to the locker room. But she reaches her destination, in a few minutes, not pausing before the door to catch her breath. Allison steps in, shutting the door loudly behind her. ]
Scott?
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Not that he wants her to be completely unwilling, but he's pretty sure she won't be. If she's his mate - and he's about one-hundred percent positive that she is - this is something they both want to happen. They need it to happen, before they both go insane. ]
Lock the door. [ He speaks just loudly enough for his voice to echo off the walls, reaching her a few seconds later. He's already stripped off his shirt, the fabric too stifling against his skin, and he's about to do the same with his jeans, his erection raging hard enough to tent the denim. The lights are off, and he glances down the rows of lockers to watch her. She's beautiful, strength and submission all in one, and he knows he has to have her. ]
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She turns back around to face him, naked chest now rising and falling with each of her rough breaths. But each time she inhales, all she does is get a nose-full of Scott's savory scent - musky and sweaty, and oh-so aroused. The wolf fights to get out, making her eyes glow gold in the darkness of the locker room, but she holds back her full transformation, making her lip bleed with how harshly she bites it. ]
Done. [ She says, as if it weren't painfully obvious already. If this were any other case, she'd probably make some stupid comment and they'd both laugh together in awkwardness, but now it's different. Now it's wolf to wolf, animalistic in nature, and primal in action. There's a soft growl as she takes a step closer, shutting her eyes and letting herself bask in his scent. ]
Now?
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It's easy to sneak up on her; she's just as lost as he is in her desire, and he knows how to mask his footfalls until he's on her, one hand sliding around her throat to grip in a loose but possessive hold as his other lands on her hip to tug her back against him, his erection a thick and hot press against her backside.
He ducks his head down, breathing her in, fingers digging into her hipbone, and nips at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, marking her there. He needs his scent all over her, needs to own. ]
Did you know you were driving me insane back there? Can you feel it? [ He presses his hips forward, stopping himself just short of humping her. ]
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[ She's breathless when he touches her, almost hyperventilating when she gasps for more air, filling herself more and more up with him. Her head tilts backwards when he grabs hold of her neck, moaning when he presses himself all along her body, whining because she needs more to sustain herself. Much more, actually, but she knows it's not her place to force things along. He's the leader, the master, and she needs to follow him and do as he says. They are mates, after all. ]
I know. [ It's said almost like she's a puppet, shaping out the words and phrases she knows Scott wants her to say. Lifeless. But it's not just what he wants - it's all Allison too, and she nuzzles his cheek just a touch, to show her affection. Hes humanized love for him. She's his - he owns her in many different ways, as both a human and a wolf, in both emotion and physicality. She's his, he's hers.
A hand flies up to his head, holding him in place so she can take a whiff of his own neck. Her back arches in neediness, and she shakes her hips around his member, trying so desperately to get the attention she dearly wants. ]
I'm not sorry.
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He keeps his head low, nuzzling along her shoulder when she sniffs at him in turn, his other hand shifting from her neck to roam in lower places. He cups one breast in his palm, kneading the pert flesh before his thumb swipes across the nipple, feeling it perk at his touch. His other hand is still rubbing between her thighs, middle finger seeking out her clit especially, dipping into slick folds and then playing over that tiny nub, manipulating it back and forth.
As much as he's aching to be inside her right now, he wants her to be close if not already riding through the sensations of that first orgasm. She's his mate, and this is as much about her pleasure as it is about his own. ] No? What about now? [ His fingers fly over her a little faster, holding her hips back against his own to keep her from moving away. ]
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One hand finds his own at her breast and she forces it down more, gripping onto her harshly and with more vigor. She knew she wasn't supposed to force him to do anything - but she couldn't resist the desire for roughness, an escape from the humane and the gentle (not that she doesn't absolutely adore that as well). Her other hand reaches behind her back and just barely graces the base of his erection with flighty fingertip touches. She'd like to do more - she'd like to lick and suck and love and take him - but it's not really in her mental or physical capabilities at the moment. ]
No. [ She smiles hungrily, baring the first signs of her teeth coming out. The wolf taking control as her neediness rises. She's not nearly as in charge as Scott is - he's been a werewolf for much longer - but somehow, she's not convinced she'll hurt him when she gets like this. He'd still have power over her, after all. ] Still not sorry.
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His hand squeezes her breast a little harder, fingertips digging in, the points of his nails pressing just enough to create little pinpricks against her skin without drawing blood. He growls, the sound a low rumble in his chest, and slowly moves her hair to one side, exposing the back of her neck. One bite there, his teeth pressing in, and she'll go pliant under him, ready for the taking.
He bears them down to the floor among her discarded clothes, covering her in his weight for a few breathless moments. When he slowly rises to his knees, his hands clamp down on her hips, hauling her up to all fours in front of him. She's ready, more than, and he spreads her knees wider apart, leaving her open for him. He can't help it; first, he has to lean down, shoving his face against her rear to lick and lap at her, tasting her for himself. ]
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Typically, he's allowed to do as he pleases with no fight - not even a tease from her as she falls to the floor, cheek pressed down on the coolness of the dirty tiles. Her hips rise with no issue, hands splattering out to support herself on either side. She wants to touch him, wants to feel him, but the wolf inside bites her back - that isn't how this is supposed to go.
There's a half human, half wolf howl she lets out when his tongue presses against her sex, and Allison is completely lost in the moment, one hand thundering down in a fist to crack the tile beneath her. A minute ago, she'd be worried about the noise, but right now she can't be bothered, only doing to much as to flatten her palm on the ground.
She wants to say something - anything, even if it's just praises at what he's doing - but the only chant that comes to her mind is "alpha, alpha, alpha". But that just feels weird, because the human Allison is still partly in control, and she wants to shout his name - his real name, despite what the wolf Allison tells her. ]
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He doesn't eat her out so much as devours her there, tongue dragging along her slit in eager lapping movements, hands wrapped around the muscle of her thighs to steady her. There's no neatness, no skill in this, just an animalistic hunger with which he enjoys her, licking up every drop of her for his own pleasure. The fact that she's enjoying it too just makes it even better.
His cock is raging hard, and he can't ignore it anymore, sitting back on his heels as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of her on his tongue as he takes himself in hand. She's still splayed out, backside poised up in the air as she keeps her head down, just waiting for him, and he won't make her wait any more. There's no warning, no preamble. He thrusts in, all at once and to the hilt, burying himself deep inside her. The sensation forces a half-groan, half-howl from his lips as he tips his head back to release the sound into the air, the noise echoing off the walls. He doesn't care who hears them now as he starts to move in hard, possessive thrusts, his hands hoisting her hips up to keep them tilted at an angle. ]
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Her claws come out easily enough, crushing two tiles for each hand as she drags them across the floor. Even the screech of long nails on cement isn't enough to break her from this moment of closeness, and she hisses out of pleasure with each of his rough thrusts, the slap of skin on skin resounding over and over and over again. He might be bruising her, might be tearing her open from the inside out, but she doesn't notice. All wounds will heal, and for now she's just stuck in this moment of simple, yet animalistic ecstasy..
Her breasts sway fiercely with each of his thrusts, and eventually, she starts thrusting backwards on him, trying to circle her hips around when he's completely inside, to relieve some of the work off his shoulders. When he's buried deep inside her, stuck there for a moment, Allison peeks over her shoulder, a now human hand moving the messy sex hair away from her face. Her eyes are gold, inhuman, but she's still all there. ]
Alpha.
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She's barely contained; he can feel her power underneath his hands, and when she growls, he matches the sound, the two of them tangled together in a way that would be impossible to break at this point - and God help the person who tried.
It takes him an extra second to notice that she's engaging him in the movement, grinding her hips back onto him, and he pauses in his thrusts to watch her, smoothing a hand over the arch of her back to let her move on him. Both man and wolf groan in appreciation, and he leans forward, covering her back with his chest, hands bracing on the ruined tile next to hers. Then it's just his hips moving, a slower and gentler rhythm as he mouths the back of her neck, nuzzling into that spot. ]
Mine.
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Whenever she finally gets a moment to use her nose, instead of screaming out loud in pleasure, a smile finds a way to grace Allison's lips. It doesn't smell like her anymore, it doesn't smell like Scott anymore. It's them now - the sweetness of Allison's scent and the muskiness of Scott's mixed together in a perfect blend. Strong, too - she thinks that even a human could smell it, the thought of which makes her grind back on him with simple happiness. She leans over to kiss Scott's arm one thousand times over, breath splattering out on his flesh with each of her sex pants in between. She's so far in love with him, so far enveloped in the sounds he makes and the heat her provides, she thinks she might suffocate now and die a happy death.
There's a soft groan at "mine", and Allison bites down on his bicep to say, "yes, completely, totally, one hundred percent his". She's his, and she's not planning on sharing him with anyone anytime soon. ]
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He nips at her neck in response to the bite against his arm, playing with her even as they do this, as they finally come together as mates. He knows that no matter what happens now, everything is going to be different. He's ready for that. He's wanted it for so long that it seems too good to be true now that it's actually happening.
His lips find her earlobe to nibble, gentle in contrast to everything else, every other way he's marked her as his. He can feel his body beginning to tense, the inevitable coming on faster than he'd anticipated, but there's no turning back now. His hips press flush against hers as his member swells inside her, thickening at the base to prevent them from separating, and he groans her name, helpless to do anything else but give in to his orgasm when it happens, long and hard and seemingly neverending, their bodies locked together as he comes. ]
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This is really different from any other sexual relation they've had before - similarly, her orgasm feels... different. Not exactly better or worse, but a strange feeling, just as good, just as relieving. More fulfilling is the word she'd use, because all her symptoms of heat are basically gone, leaving just Allison behind. She can feel him still inside her, pulsating, swelling, and it's completely foreign to her, in a sexy way. She purrs against the bend of his elbow, kissing him sweetly.
Of course, the (now) inner teenager is freaking out - she knows they didn't wear a condom (and she's normally very strict on that!) and she also knows he just came inside, because, well, he's still there. The wolf soothes her, knowing that this is what mates do, that they have sex in order to reproduce. But it's not what regular high school teenagers are meant to do, and inwardly she thinks 'wow, I'm so dead'. A calm before a storm, maybe, or maybe she lacks the ability to care. After all, the wolf is part of her - they aren't separate souls in the same body. They want the same thing, including this? ]