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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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She tries to make it as difficult for him as possible - even if it's what she wants, it's only half of it, and she wants him as frustrated as she is. Of course it's more a tease - she's not really mad - definitely not mad when he dips inside her, and she lets out battle cry of pleasure to show that. Her knee rises up to run against his erection, touching him with what she has at her disposal. There'll be more of that later, a lot more, but this is all she has in her right now.

He's pulling at her panties next, wanting them down with her pants. His bites move up her chest to her neck, giving her a nip before he aims for her mouth. "Erica, Jesus. Please."

The need was as strong as it had been earlier, almost incapacitating him and making him incapable of any thought that wasn't 'naked fucking now'.

"What do you want? I don't think I heard it." She's horrible, and she's going to give it up in about two seconds, but she holds her resolute just that much longer. If he wants her naked, he's going to have to say it, otherwise she's not moving an inch, ass pressed with all her might on the seat so he can't get them off.

"You. Please." He licks at her mouth, tongue dragging down to lick at her chin, biting at it in a form of supplication that was all from his subconscious.

"Me how?" By now it's a game to her - get him to say the dirtiest things before her resolve gives in. She kisses him, painfully chaste, before lying back with a smug face. For extra measure, her hips rise and grind against him, just for a second.

It's the tease that pushes him over the edge, gold bleeding into his eyes as he stares down at her. "We're not leaving this spot until you're naked and screaming."

"Is that a threat, Stiles? I didn't think you had it in you."

But she lifts her hips, even if it's just the smallest bit, it's enough to get her underwear off if he's wants to. He'd better be quick about it though, she's ready to slam back down at any time. Probably even looking forward to the look on his face if she did it.

He tugged the panties down, realizing belatedly that unless her pants came off, her legs weren't going to open very wide. Shit.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" As frustrating as it was, he couldn't be mad. He was barely annoyed, too consumed with his need to be anything but horny.

Then he got a bright idea. "Switch with me. You get on top." Then she could get her pants off and he could pull his down and... she'd be on top. That was good. So good.

"Why should I listen to you? You don't listen to me." There's an over-the-top pout right then, just before she leans in, grabbing him around the waist and by the head, so she can flip them over, simultaneously. Once situated, her hands leave him to peel off the remainder of her pants and panties, tossing them over to the driver's side for now. She comes back to rest, hovering over him on all fours.

"I'll get right to the point - if you don't take your shirts off, I'm going to rip them off." There's a quirk in her eyebrow, asking if he wants to see if she's serious. While he's mulling that over, she takes his cock in her hand, running it up and down her own sex. She shivers. "So if you like them, I'd take this opportunity."

It was hard to think past her on top of him, pressing him against her. He almost couldn't breathe past it. But he did compute that he'd be naked from the waist up if he didn't do something, so he scrambled to get his shirts off, pulling them up and over his head and dropping them in the driver's seat.

Then he reached up for her, pulling her down so he could take one of her breasts in his mouth again. Her taste was intoxicating and he needed more of it. The feel of her nipple against his tongue was so different from the skin just beside it and he was enjoying playing with that difference.

After a short recovery from the attack on her breast, Erica manages to regain herself and, hastily, she sinks her hips down, burying his cock deep within her. She lets out a moan automatically, rocking her hips from side to side so he can reach further depths.

Hands brace themselves of his shoulders, and she starts rolling her hips around - less of an "in and out" and more of a "back and forth" sort of motion. Her breathing gets heavy, all different sorts of sounds escaping her lips - fingernails digging into his flesh.

He drops back onto the seat, head rolling as he tries to focus past the sudden and consuming pleasure of her enveloping him again. Sex was awesome and he couldn't imagine wanting to do anything else. Maybe he could skip school tomorrow and convince her to come over. That sounded like the perfect idea.

His hands were on her hips, holding her and pulling her along in the motion she was making.

She sits up then, an arm moving to hold her breasts in place, so they stopped hitting her chest - the other planted firmly on his stomach. She rides him like she knows what she's doing, gazing over her shoulder to watch her ass move around in circles on his cock. It's dirty and hot - she likes it.

A variety of moans escape her, and she bends down, kissing his chest to silence just a few of them. Her breath still runs steamy on his skin, pant after pant.

It was definitely hot and Stiles was officially addicted. Who needed to graduate? He could just hole up with her and do this all day. All night.

A hand came up to grip her hair, pulling her towards him for a kiss as he sealed his mouth to hers, rocking up into her as best as he could from his position.

Erica lifts her hips up a bit, so he can thrust in and out of her, screams muffled against his mouth. Her head's racing - feverish - and she'd feel almost ill if it weren't for all the pleasure she's receiving from this.

She happier because she can crack open an eyelid and watch him, focused and full of pleasure. It makes her happy that whatever's inside of her is doing that, so she works a little harder, rougher, trying to give him more of what he wants.

The hand still on her hip digs nails into her, the hand in her hair holding her in place for him to eat and lick at her mouth. He couldn't think past the pleasure that was threatening to crash over him. He tried to talk, but all that came out was a rumbled growl, Stiles too far gone to pretend to be anything but the needy, wanting animal he was.

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