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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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There's a sensual laugh that bubbles in her throat when he grips her so tightly, head rolling backwards to expose her fair neck. She didn't really think he had it in him, but lo and behold, he's just full of surprises. Ones she doesn't mind, not a bit. She's happy to see what else he has in store.

Lightly, Erica pulls her hips in snug to his, feeling the faintest outlines of his cock behind his jeans. It makes her wonder if it's because of her or just because it's his heat time, but she doesn't focus on it. He's into this and willing, and that's all Erica cares to think about. All she can think about in order to hold on to her brief glimpses of sanity.

Keeping her hips close, but leaning her body away, Erica wiggles around to pull her own shirt off of her body, exposing a black bra beneath it's hold. She's not embarrassed or anything, and that blush on her cheeks is just from arousal, and nothing more.

At least, that's what she's telling herself. In truth, Stiles has always had this effect on her, and him seeing her nearly naked... well, it's a dream come true, for starters.

His eyes watched as she shimmied out of her shirt, desire thick around him as he saw the black of her bra. She was undressing for him. It rang in his head as the hand not gripping her thigh slid up her front to close around the globe of one breast. His fingers felt the lace, his hand gently squeezing her breast as he lowered his head and licked over the top of the one he held, lifting it into his mouth as his tongue painted her skin, then the bra, with his saliva.

She tasted like she smelled; hot and musky and in need. The hand on her ass pulled her in closer as he ground his cock against her, still trapped behind layers of material.

She mewls out his praises - unlike the little wolf she is, sounding more like a kitten than any other animal. With her smile still ever-evident on her lips, Erica cradles his head in closer to her bosom, not suffocating him, but telling him it's fine he kisses more - that she'd like it if he touched her more and more. Not that she's complaining with what he's giving - she'll take it, of course - but animal needs are kicking in and her inner wolf claws at her insides, begging to get let out. Pawing for just that little extra touch.

A hand reaches down the extent it can of his back, tugging his shirt up as much as possible, without the necessary removal of mouth on breast. She doesn't want him to stop, but at the same time, she wants him naked. It the now-time.

"Stiles," she calls out, touching his cheek lightly. "Take your clothes off."

Her scent is heavy in the air, mingling in with the one he's unknowingly giving off. His hands are moving around to the back of her, fingers working on undoing the bra. There's a comment made towards him to get more undressed, but he's busy.

The clasp finally comes free and he pulls her bra off, mouth covering her nipple with an eager sound. He sucks on it, teeth edging over it, lower body rocking between her spread thighs. He needs her in a way that should be painfully obvious, a growl slipping past teeth lightly clamped around her skin.

She's silly puddy in his hands, melting, head falling back as she lets out a half-growl from the rumble of her chest. She seeks more warmth from his mouth, chest popping out like she wants him to hold the entire thing. Which - and she's not bragging here - is kind of a lot. Even if she's mad at him for not stripping at all, she's okay with this. Yep. This is just fine by her standards, and she makes that known with the loud moans that escape the confines of her lips.

But sex is a two way street, and Erica is beyond prepared to do her half of the deed. Speedy fingers traverse down his sides, falling on the rim of his pants. She'd ask it if was okay, but really there's no way it's not okay, and starts stripping him herself, delicately picking the button off his pants, sliding the zipper as down as it'll go. A hand flattens against his cock, and she sighs, squeezing him.

The touch to his aching cock has his mouth coming off her so he can let out a loud and drawn out groan. His head lifts to look at her even as he rocks into her grip, eyes dark with what he needs and what he knows, on some level he's going to get.

"Shit. Erica." Her name comes out like a whine and he's moving his hands down to tug impatiently on her pants. There's a moment when he remembers that she wanted his shirts off and he takes a heartbeat to do that, pulling them off over his head and dropping them to the side before he's back to trying to get her pants undone and off. Off. Off now. He's already leaking at the tip, boxers bearing a large wet spot that only gets bigger from her touch.

"I like when you say my name like that."

Erica hops off the counter for a moment, helping him squeeze her firm ass out of equally tight jeans. She bends over before him, taking the liberty of removing her jeans from her legs - high heels broken away from her feet. While she's down, she figures she might as well get rid of his pants too, wiggling them down his hips, down each leg.

But she doesn't come back up - not right now at least. Once his pants are gone, she moves the band of his boxers down, springing him free from his cotton confines. Without much warning - or any warning at all, really - he's inside her mouth, Erica's head bobbing back and forth to a hasty rhythm. She's not experienced, but that doesn't mean she's bad, just not as daring as she otherwise might be. Tongue darting out, she licks him, smiling against the tip of his dick.

She was getting undressed and that was exactly what he wanted right then. He could pick up her scent; thick and heady in the air as it mingled with his own. It made his mouth water and he wanted her to hurry so that he could get his hands back on her, along with the rest of his body.

Then she had her mouth on him and the universe imploded. His hand shot down to grab her head, fingers tangling in her hair as there was a very definite shriek that came from him. The sudden warmth and wetness enveloping him had been a shock, but he didn't need much time to recuperate, to thrust into her mouth as he looked down at her with his mouth agape.

"Jesus. Jesus Christ. Shit. God damn it, Erica." It was a litany of curses mingled in with her name as he stared down at her, watching her smiling mouth tease him, taste him.

It takes everything she's got not to choke on him because she wants to laugh so bad. Everything about him is so... Stiles, it's a sensory overload in the best ways possible. He's funny and cute and unbelievable sexy right now, Erica's not sure what keeps her down here instead of up there with him.

Once he thrusts, however, Erica loses her teasing smiles and focuses entirely on him and his pleasure. She grabs a hold of both his hips, fingernails digging into his flesh - enough to leave a mark, but not draw blood. She keeps rocking against him, tongue pressing against him in its entirety, seeming like it's trying to taste and reach as much of him as possible. She can smell him now more than ever, and she feels her need for touches grow more and more hard to ignore.

A hand leaves his hip, and chooses instead to press against the inside of her thighs, fingers tracingup and down her slit - wet and slick, and oh-so begging for attention, it's almost painful to have him not touching her.

When she touches herself, he grabs the back of her head to try to still her, to keep from pushing in further, even though that's exactly what he wants to do. But he also wants her. Needs her. Wants to bury his face in her body and lick and suck and taste every part of it.

He's shaking, trembling with the effort not to keep pressing into her mouth. But he stops, looking down at her as he licks his lips. "Let me. Let me do that. I need to." He can almost taste her in the air, making him lick his lips again. "Please."

When he stops her, she just looks up to him, a confused look on her face. Did he not like what she was doing? Well, he'd probably be the only guy in history to not like a blowjob, but that's fine, she'd change it into something he did like, because this is all about him - it's always just about him.

Then he's begging her and her confused face morphs into a surprised one. She can't imagine why anyone would want to do that - especially with her - but she shrugs, standing again, moving to sit back down on the desk. But she doesn't leave him alone, wouldn't even if he asked her to, and her hand falls back to his cock, pumping slowly, teasingly.

"Fine by me, chief." And she winks again, kissing him fiercely. Against his lips, she mutters. "Give me your worst."

He can taste himself on her lips, the salty taste of his precome there when he slides his tongue over hers. His hand slides up her inner thigh, fingers looking for the slickness of her. He finds it, her pussy almost dripping and he feels himself throb in her hand.

He moves to push her back, to make her lie down as he lowers himself in between her spread legs. Her scent is something he can taste when he's right in front of her, his tongue coming out to lick along the inside of her thigh, tasting her juices and the salt of her skin.

In a mimicry of her earlier action, he moves in with no further warning, mouth fitting over her cunt and his tongue moving to lick past her labia into her entrance, dragging up to find and lick over her clit.

She does fall back on the table when directed, but jolts up halfway once his tongue connects to her flesh. She cries out in pure ecstasy when he delves deeper inside her, hands falling to his head to pull him in closer, never let him go.

She wants to scream at him for not having any hair she can tug onto, but the only screams that come out are wordless, filled with passionate desire - definitely not angry. If she was joking about all this before, teasing him as some joke, she's definitely not now, and her hips rock the smallest bit against his lips, knees tugging his shoulders in closer, needing just more and more and more like a greedy kitten.

"Damn it, Stiles," she moans out, laying back down on the desk, hands falling on each of her breasts. "You're sure you're a - fuck - virgin?"

Yes, he was sure. Painfully sure. He'd wanted to get rid of that status claim for a while, but he hadn't found any takers.

Until now.

Stiles also watched more porn than was healthy for a growing boy, and as such, he'd picked up a few pointers on how to do things. It didn't hurt that he'd actively gone looking for tips and advice, reading forums that went into explicit detail from the female perspective and what it was they enjoyed and preferred. There were a few basics that he'd memorized, knowing from his reading that different women liked different things. It was just a matter of finding out which of those pertained to Erica.

The sounds she was making only had him working more fervently at her, tongue, lips, even teeth playing over the sensitive skin of her labia, clit, and the opening to her that he wanted to delve into with more than just his mouth.

And him working faster only serves to make her louder and more joyous in his touches, still working to grind her lips further into his mouth. She likes anything, everything he gives her, not because they all feel the same, but because it's all him, and he himself is what makes Erica happiest. Chest heaving, her breasts swell and sink with each of her rough pants, trying hard to stabilize her breathing but failing horribly.

"If you don't fuck me right now, Stiles, I swear I - "

She gets cut off of by a fresh wave of pleasure rushing through her body, torching her body until she feels charred. Her body writhes around looking for something - anything - to grip onto, but there's nothing in reach. She lets out something of a frustrated whine, just crying for him to get up and have sex with her already. She doesn't want to orgasm - not like this. She wants him in her and she wants it to be magic when they come together, in a beautiful unison.

He almost didn't want to stop, but the ache in his cock reminded him of why he was doing this in the first place. The way she practically ordered him to fuck her was enough to have him standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up over her.

"I don't have any..." The last scrap of rationality clued him in that he was without any form of protection, but it was getting really hard to care about that. He wasn't concerned about diseases, not when he knew he didn't have anything and he was pretty sure she was the same, but he didn't know about her birth control situation.

"Right. Wolf sex 101 here. Listening?"

She's not especially into the explanation, giving him more spark notes than anything else, while her hips rise up to just brush the extent of his cock. She has to tell him about it all, so he knows what he's getting into (and also Derek will kill her if she doesn't), but it's hard with him so naked and wanting, hovering above her with that sex look in his eyes. She looks away, momentarily, so she can say something reasonable.

"I'm a Beta, so the chances of me getting knocked up are slim. Still there, but slim to none," she starts, raising her hips up again. She moans loudly, hands landing on his hips to push him down - not in, just on. "And, if we bite each other, we become each other's mates. So... don't do that, and you can have sex with whoever, no strings attached."

Which makes her a little bit sad to say - she wants to be Stiles' mate, already thinks she is in some ways, but that's not something he'd want. Even if the temptation to bite him is there, she's not going to act on it. It's too unfair.

Maybe when he had a clearer head and could think over this without wanting to just pump into her, they could actually have a conversation about it. There were things he needed to know, like the werewolf meaning of mate and what that would mean for them. For him.

He didn't think he'd bite her. He hadn't thought about biting as something he'd ever do to a girl because he wasn't the kind to want to cause pain, but he tried to remember not to do it anyway. Not now.

The idea of stopping until they had something danced briefly around the edges of his mind, but it was shoved away because stopping didn't seem possible. Not with her pulling at him, or the way he could feel the head of his cock gliding over her wetness. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at her, body rocking just a little so that he could feel that slick heat around him. Just a little. Just the tip.

"Do you want to keep going?" If she said no, he'd get up. He'd put his clothes on and go home and jerk off for the rest of the day. He'd also steal her underwear.

She lets out a huff of air in response to his question, smiling with a vague anticipation hidden behind. It was a dumb question as far as she was concerned - but she knew it wasn't dumb to Stiles, that he needed her approval to go any further. Erica leans up and... well, she kisses him, surprisingly cutesy before laying back down on her back. She's just a teenager, after all, half in love half crushing on some guy who will enver be her's, even as he hovers over her, dick pressed in her wetness.

"Obviously." Hips roll up to meet his once again, and she sucks in a quick breath of air while her hands place his length in the proper position. He was going to take her - not the other way around. So she leaves him there, tip just barely gracing the inside of Erica, warm and wet and just for him.

"Dumbass."

Through the blinding need and desire and almost pain of wanting her so bad, the humor filters through and he manages to give her a slightly crooked smile. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Then he can't wait anymore. He needs to be inside her, needs to feel her around him. His gaze locks on hers, his eyes watching her as he starts to press in.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck, oh god." It wasn't like his hand. Wasn't like it with lotion or lube or warming gel. It wasn't like anything he'd done by himself in the shower or the privacy of his bedroom. This was a million times more and he was surprised he wasn't just ramming into her to feel it all.

A humanized howl escapes Erica's lips the moment he enters, head tipping backwards to complete the wolf look. Her nails bite into the skin on his sides and she has to fight herself from making the claws come out, with how fast her heart's beating. Her mind runs through a lot of different things - 'my cherry's been popped' and 'I hope no one heard that howl' - but mainly it's just one thing.

Stiles, Stiles, Stiles.

"Ah, Stiles!" she cries out, thinking vaguely about how much better this was than his tongue (not that she minded that, of course!), about how this was so much better than anything she's ever experienced before. About how they just lost their virginities to each other, and how that's kind of romantic. It doesn't hurt at all. It feels wonderful, and, after a moment of catching her breath, she decides she still wants more.

Taking the lead, her hips roll along his in tiny circles, ankles locked tightly around his back. She telling him to get a move on and do this for real.

He wasn't expecting the howl, but it made his eyes light up, softly glowing golden as he looked down at her.

His name being said like that was like a physical blow and as soon as she started moving, all thoughts of being a gentleman and what that meant went out the window. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her, and he was.

His body knew what it wanted even if he'd been mulling things over, his hips pressing in before drawing out, then hitting back against her again. He started out fast, too needy to do anything slower as he leaned in and bit at her throat. So wrapped up in the moment was he that it didn't occur to him that he'd just lost his v-card. He was too immersed in feeling how good she felt around him. How hot she was, how easy it was to slide into her because she was so wet.

Erica cries out loud with each of his thrusts - if the werewolves in the school didn't know what was happening already, they definitely did now. She doesn't bother to keep quiet anymore, mouth agape as she moans with the filling sensation, tight and cozy. The entrance, the exit. The back and the forth.

"Yes! Ah, exactly." Like she's having a conversation with the movement of his hips, diving into her, retracting, and going right back in, devouring her from the inside out. Eyes flash a gold color, before fading back to usual. That's to say nothing of her teeth, though, canines slowing slipping out of their hiding places in her mouth.

She knows she won't last long, even this early in their lovemaking. But she holds out for now, teeth breaking the skin on her lip as she tries to hold back her agonizing cries of pleasure. He must've watched a lot of porn if he's this good his first time.

There was no finesse in his movements, no swirls of his hips or pattern to his movements. He was running on pure instincts and all he could do was piston his hips in and out of her, panting as he felt the pleasure start to ripple through him.

He wasn't going to last. Not for his first time and not with his heat filling him to the point he'd wound up fucking Erica on an old desk in the school basement. It didn't occur to him that the other werewolves would hear them. It would later, probably when they were ribbing him about it.

His entire focus was on her and the way she was moving under him, the sounds she was making and the scent of her blood filling the air. He looked down, seeing the bitten lip and leaning in to lick at it, lapping it up as he kept pumping into her.

After he licks up her blood, Erica slams their lips together, a hand moving to hold him against her lips, kissing and moaning and kissing and moaning and not caring about another person in the world other than Stiles. Her teeth are out, but she's mindful not to bite him - not unless he wants her too. Of course, mates are no joking matter so he'd need to be positive - but that's a lot of thought into something that won't happen.

She feels her release coming embarrassingly soon, but she holds out for as long as she can, not sure exactly what to do to prevent it from happening. She's never reached climax before - on the rare occasions when she does touch herself (and they are rare, because she's normally too disgusted by herself to do anything), she's never been able to orgasm, mainly due to her own shame, own pain.

But this is different. She's not ashamed, not scared of her own body, not fighting any urges she has. She's completely one with Stiles, and that's something amazing and heartwarming, and kind of makes her want to cry because she's so happy.

"Stiles I'm - !"

He can probably finish that on his own.

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