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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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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."

"Even if I do, it doesn't mean anything."

Because he has Lydia, and she convinced herself she'd never have a chance because of that, long before he started to get over her. The physical contact makes her breath hitch just a bit and, after reluctance, she leans back, nearly bare back touching his chest. She kind of feels like crying, because she still believes she doesn't have a chance, after the transformation, after the sex. Years of self-consciousness can do that to a person.

"I don't expect anything from you. It's fine."

"You're kidding me, right?" They might not be pack, Stiles would always belong with Scott and Erica seemed to lean towards Derek's group, but they were friends. And they'd just had some pretty intense sex, a first for him and if what he'd picked up from her was true, he wasn't alone in that.

That meant something. "Maybe I expect something from me." He'd been raised not to be a dog. His dad would put him in an actual cell for treating any girl he'd slept with with disrespect. Or casual indifference.

She leaned back against him and his other arm went around her waist. He found he was more touchy now, that he needed, no, wanted consolation through touch now, not just through words.

"If you're getting my hopes up, I'll kill you." She tries to be threatening, but it's difficult when he wraps his arm around her, and she can't fight the urge to hold him there, arms resting atop his. She's hopeless in her adoration of him, hopelessly in love, and she sighs, muscles relaxing along the extent of their touches. It feels weird to just be in her underwear, but it's not like it's anything he hasn't seen. Five minutes ago.

"I'm serious. I'll rip your throat out." She's smiling, though. Erica's got a weird sense of humor.

"I think it's something we should talk about." Talk about while they were half dressed and coming down from an orgasmic high. He let his mouth drop down to drag along her shoulder, breath hot against her neck.

She lets herself get a little bit lost in the feeling of his mouth on her neck, eyes shutting, fingers lacing in with the hand at her waist. She really really doesn't want him to throw her a pity party, doesn't want him to take responsibility over her for just having sex, even if it's chivalrous. She's content with how it is right now, even if she might be happier under different circumstances.

"There's nothing to talk about," she mutters, opening her eyes to go look at him. Her free hand moves to hold the back of his neck. "We're not each other's mates, so it doesn't matter."

"We are still people, Erica. Can't we do things the human way?" He wasn't really comfortable with the whole 'mating' thing. Not yet. This was still too new to him. But human standards were something he could understand. It was bad enough he'd gone into some werewolf heat things, but he wanted to counteract that with some human actions.

"Can't we, I don't know... date? Hang out? Do things?" His lips trailed slowly up her neck, his mouth by her ear as he spoke quietly. He might have just gotten the worst of it out of his system, but his heat wasn't a one time thing. He'd be like this for a little while. And here she was, all pliant and smelling good in his arms.

There's a short laugh at him - do things felt reflexive of what's just been done, and she likes the idea of returning to him as a partner. A lover. A friend. A boyfriend? She feels like she's still getting ahead of herself with that, but she turns her head to look at him, finally, not so nervous about her feelings anymore.

"Depends on what kind of things we do." She gives him a bit of an eyebrow raise, sexually of course, but she also wants to do other things. Like date and hang out and be around him all the time. "Ideas?"

"There's all sorts of things we could do. Driving. Walking. Talking." Touching, licking, sucking...

Don't blame him, his brain is currently occupied by the fact that he has a mostly naked girl in his arms and it's one he's just lost his virginity to. Sex is pretty much all he can think of.

"We could probably manage all of that."

Which is her own way of saying that yes, she wants to date him and hang out with him and everything, yes. All voiced and not-voiced activities, she's game for them all. And she seals that fact gladly, leaning in and kissing him on the lips, sweetly.

He'd arrived at school alone and a virgin and single and on the cusp of his heat. Seems he was going to leave it with a tentative girlfriend who he'd had sex with in the basement. Harris could give him detention for a month and he couldn't be happier.

He showed it in his kiss, turning her around to face him as he let his hands smooth up her back.

She bites his lip, nicely, and with human teeth. Hands fall into his belt loops and pull him snug against her, body to body, as they were just a few minutes ago. Erica wouldn't mind another round of passionate lovemaking, but the longer they stay here, the more chance they have of getting caught. Risk and reward, right?

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