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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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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.

He's kissing her like she's air and he needs her to live. He's devouring her mouth, his hands pulling her up off the desktop and closer to him as he keeps moving inside her.

He doesn't need her to tell him she's close, he can taste it. He can feel it in the fluttering of her body around his. When she comes, he grabs her shoulders, pulling her down onto him as he picks up his pace, slamming into her as hard as he could while she was gripping him so tightly with her body.

Then he was spilling into her, cry muffled against her breast as he used it to cover the sound of his release. His hips stuttered, making little jerks as he emptied into her, each throb of his cock making his body twitch a little more.

That had felt beyond good. Beyond anything he'd ever done on his own. "Holy shit."

Her body feels like it's gone to mush when she orgasms, like a melted ice cube dripping off the side of a counter top. She's still aware of him thrusting into her which helps her ride out her orgasm, still very aware of his cock writhing inside her, pulsating, almost like a beating heart. When she spirals downward from orgasm heaven, she just falls back onto the desk, wearing a pleased smile.

A very pleased smile.

She's not sure if cuddling is exactly werewolf protocol, but damn it, she's been waiting for this moment for a long time, at the very least the wolf can give her a few human moments to enjoy Stiles for who he is. Her hands cradle his head, putting very little pressure on him as he lays on her breast. Her breaths are still ragged, but she tries to get control in order to make it more comfortable for him

"Holy shit," she repeats after him. "Not too bad, Stilinski."

Being able to formulate words is a foreign concept to him at the moment. He's too busy trying to keep breathing. He might also be taking advantage of where his head's at to nuzzle against her breasts. She still smelled good, and a flick of his tongue later, he could attest she still tasted good.

He didn't move to pull out of her, didn't move to move at all. He just lay there, half lying on her and enjoying the fact that his brain was exploded into a million little pieces.

She's happy - exuberant - and she beams with the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling at nothing in particular. There's a light laugh when he licks her, she doesn't mind, he can touch her and kiss her and lick her all that he wants. She might even say that out loud, if it weren't so weak sounding.

It's sweaty and still ridiculously hot, but Erica doesn't have a single complaint. She's in heaven, heart beating loudly, breath coming out in short, broken shakes. In her sad, sad life there hasn't been a moment as happy as this one, and it kind of kills her inside that they're going to have to separate at some point.

This must be how Allison feels about Scott. Boy, does she feel like a bitch now.

His brain eventually clicks back on and he tiredly lifts up off her chest, looking down at her with a lazy smile.

"Hey."

Stiles Stilinski; international lady killer. Look at those moves. How could she not want him. Sometimes he wanted a rewind button on life.

She looks at him with a 'that's it?' sort of face, before rolling her eyes playfully. She kind of likes that - it's normal, it doesn't get her hopes up. It's how it should be.

"Hey," she nods, looking up at the ceiling to distract herself from his face. "What's up?"

"Uh, I was, but you seem to have taken care of that." He was beginning to remember all the things she'd said when he was just in a mood to fuck or rut or whatever werewolf word they wanted to use. His scent had triggered something in her. That was... handy to know. Not like he'd accidentally on purpose happen to drift her way if he ever felt like that again. No... not him.

"Thanks." He was lying half on top of her, his softening cock still inside her and realizing that the longer he stayed there, the more awkward it would get. So he rose up and moved to step back, not realizing how much he didn't want to be out of her until he was out of her.

She smelled like him and sex and he felt oddly smug about that.

That manages to make a laugh bubble in her throat, and Erica gives him a smug little look. He pulls out and she's automatically cold, automatically lonely, but there wasn't much else to do other than separate. They'd probably live their lives normally now, like nothing happened.

She has some pretty shit luck.

"I didn't do it as a favor. You don't have to thank me." She raises her eyebrows at him, standing, and searching for her underclothes, scattered messily across the floor. When she finds her pants, she pulls out a handkerchief to wipe his come off her inner legs, shivering at it's heat.

"But thanks, too."

"Then why'd you do it?" Okay, his curiosity got the better of him. It wasn't like she wasn't mega hot now. She could have any guy in the school she wanted. Hell, she could have all of them. So why she'd settled for him was a complete mystery.

"I told you before," she says, the smallest butterflies flapping in her stomach. She tries to focus on something else - getting dressed predominately - instead of thinking about what she's saying. Just letting the feelings rush out, and all that.

"I've had a crush on you since the beginning of school. I did it 'cause I wanted to," she pulls her legs into her panties as she speaks, adjusting her gaze to go look at him once she's finished. "If you don't think about it, it won't be weird."

His pants were pulled back up and he was holding his shirts in his hand. He was also gaping at her. "Whoa, wait. I thought you said you'd had a crush on me. Past tense. Crush was gone. No more crushy. Bye bye feelings."

This suddenly put an entirely different spin on things, adding feelings to the equation when there hadn't really been any there before. Well, he liked her, yeah. He was certainly attracted to her, having used her to star in quite a few of his spank bank roles. But he hadn't thought about her that way because, well, partly because of Lydia, but partly because he'd thought that was a missed opportunity.

"Oh, right," she shrugs, playing it off cool, while she walks over to find her bra. She got caught in a bit of a lie, but it was fine. If things got weird between them, she could have any other guy she wanted, so that wasn't a problem.

Not that she wants anyone else, but.

"Never mind, forget it." She turns away from him, putting her bra on and silently cursing herself for saying anything. She had a good thing, not a very healthy thing but still good, and she went and made it weird with feelings. Round of applause for her. "Not important."

He was new to the whole 'hearing lies' thing, but he could pick that up easily enough. He quickly shrugged into his shirts, walking over to stand behind her. "No, I'm not going to forget it. Do you... do you still have a thing for me?"

Because now he felt like an asshole.

"What does it matter?"

She can feel him behind her, but she chooses to ignore it, even if her heart is beating louder and louder. Because he didn't know, Erica just assumes he thinks of her as a slut, who'd sleep with any guy. And that's good, because that's who she projects herself as - uncaring, cold, sexual.

Of course, he's the one person she didn't want to buy it, but pickers can't be choosers as they say.

It's her heartbeat he's listening to, ignoring the words and the tone she uses. He can hear it fighting like a trapped thing and he feels even worse.

Coming up closer, he rests a hand on her shoulder, nosing at the back of her head. "It matters."

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