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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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"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?

He wasn't going to be able to focus on school. Not the way he was feeling. The only thing to do would be to skip for the day and find somewhere to hole up with her. That was a risk worth the reward.

His hands moved over her, one tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling her in closer by the other on her ass.

"Again?" She breathes against his lips, but she's pretty sure she already knows the answer. She uses the slight break in their kiss to dip her head down, kissing and biting and sucking and licking at his neck. A hand curls against the fabric of his shirts, the other flattening against his hip, grabbing his ass like she's making fun of him.

They sort of did this whole couple thing in reverse motion, but Erica doesn't have the heart to complain - sure sex usually comes after you start going out but. Nothing's really normal about them anymore, is it?

He started to walk her backwards, aiming for the wall behind her. "Can you blame me?" With her like that in front of him and his heat curling through him like a living thing?

"We should go." His suggestion didn't stop him from moving her back, trying to get her against the wall so he could keep them supported against something. "My dad's at work." His mouth was biting at her shoulder, leaving a trail of nips up to her neck.

She takes the hint and backs up until they hit a wall, bare back flattening on the coolness of it. She hums softly, a hand holding his head against her, the other sliding fingers up and down the extent of his back.

"Your house, then?" They couldn't really go to where she lived - Derek was there, and she's about one hundred percent positive she's going to get a scolding for this later. A talk about wolf relationships and 'she's meant for someone else', whatever that means.

"My place." His place. His bed. The thought of her in his bed had him growling against her skin, a low rumble that started in his chest. He nipped and bit lightly along her neck to her jaw, then along that to her mouth. "You should get dressed."

If he could get his hands off of her. Or the rest of him.

"I would if you'd let me." It's teasingly said, with a nudge of her lips pushing his head back. She isn't interested in leaving this spot, in his warm hands, either but the temptation to go to his house is definitely putting up a good fight. Stiles' house. His bed, where he wake sup ever morning, sleeps every night. Pinch her, she must be dreaming.

Ultimately, that temptation wins her over, and she wiggles underneath his arm, getting out of his hold pretty easily. She tugs on her pants faster than she thinks she's ever done in the past (and it takes awhile, her pants are really tight). Her shirt comes next, then each shoe and -

"All done." She walks up to him and grabs a hold of his hand, tugging it like a little child. "Let's go."

He's glad he's wearing two shirts since one of them is being tugged down to hide the erection he's sporting. Again. But he goes along with her, then heading ahead of her to lead them out of the basement and around the side of the school to the parking lot.

When he gets to his jeep, he opens her door for her, pulling her in for a kiss. A quick one. Or so he was attempting.

His body had other plans.

She jumps into his jeep, a bit surprised at the kiss but not complaining, not giving him the chance to pull away any time soon. She kisses him fiercely, a hand holding the back of his neck to give her leverage, and other flattening on his side, low, tempted to delve down deeper.

She doesn't - not right now, at least - and just settles for kissing him a bit. Okay, a lot. Erica props herself up on her knees so she can hover over him, hand shifting from his neck to hold his cheek tenderly, lovingly.

He couldn't deny that there was a strong urge to climb in after her and push her back against the seat and grind up against her. But he managed to pull himself off when he heard a horn from down the street.

Driving might be a bit of a problem.

"You're going to have to do your best not to distract me while I'm driving." Knowing how turned on he was, he knew it would be a simple thing for her to just, oh, flash a breast and have him swerve into a tree. Or maybe breathe too loud.

"Oh, I'll try." There's another wink on her end, as she sits back down, staring at him with her sultry, big eyes. She's good for the first few minutes of driving, sharing looks between the road and Stiles, before she gets a little bored, a little needy.

So she straightens how she's sitting. A hand rests on his knee, innocently - or it would be innocently if she stopped there, but of course she doesn't. Fingers travel higher and higher until they find the outline of his cock in his jeans. She doesn't delve beneath any fabric, just stays on top his jeans, rubbing with whatever vigor she feels like. It's pretty fast right now.

"Pay attention to the road, Stiles. You're gonna kill us."

His attention had been split the second she'd touched him. The percentage had grown more towards distraction the more she'd kept it up. His foot pressed down on the gas more as she fondled him through his jeans, his hips trying to lift up into the touch.

Her voice had his eyes snapping open and he swerved away from the side of the road he'd been drifting towards. "Erica..."

If she kept it up, he was going to stop the jeep and just jump her parked on the side of the road.

She goes slower, attempting to keep the contact but maybe give him a bit of his focus back, so he can drive them to his house safely. Ish. She's not interested in safety, but hey don't want to wreck a car. She's sure Stiles' sentiments are the same, so she eases up, pressing along his thigh a brush every so often along his entire length.

"Keep saying my name. It gets me hot." She reaches over and kisses his neck once, before leaning over to her side again, unbuttoning the top of her pants.

Nope. They weren't going to make it home. He saw a small off road and turned the wheel to take it, driving down far enough that they'd be out of sight before he hit the brakes. He was on Erica before the car had fully come to a stop, crawling over her seat and crushing his mouth to hers. "Erica. Erica. Erica." He nipped at her, kissing and licking at her mouth as he knelt on her seat, reaching down to find the knob to make it lean back.

Well, she's not about to argue. He moves over, and her thighs move up to rest against his hips, snug and warm, and so very needy for his touches. When he does find the knob and Erica falls back, she grabs a hold of Stiles taking him down with her. Her kisses match up to meet his, hasty and animalistic, not with any sort of class or tease. She's too far into this to care about any girlish thoughts on beauty she might have. Just Stiles, and if he likes what she's doing, she likes it too.

"Stiles," she manages to moan out, grabbing his hips so she can grind up on him. "I thought we were going to your house."

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"We are." They'd wind up there, eventually. But he couldn't focus on driving when all he wanted was to be buried in her and she was sitting there, smelling like that and touching him. Human or not, he was only male, and she was hitting every button he had.

"Scenic route?" Whispered in his ear before she kisses it, while hasty fingers work at his pants. Predominately working on getting them off, or down enough. She wonders to herself why they ever put their clothes back on, but she can't find the words to tease him on that right now.

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