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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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From:

batricide

From:

heatmetal

From:

camarod

[It's routine by now. Billy sits on one end of the phone, feels himself boiling out of his own skin as he listens to Eddie on the other end, mewling and whining so pretty. It's not the first time, won't be the last, but it always feels like the first. There's a fist in the sheets, a low growl in his throat as he sighs, shifts under the weight of his own want. ]

Eddie, just let me come over. [he's not begging. Knows it'll get him nowhere in the grand scheme of things. It's a suggestion. A thing to consider. ] You know I'll help you real good.

[Six months till graduation. It's not even that long. It's doable. It could be a calculated risk -]

From:

heatmetal

[ it's torture for the both of them. billy, aching to be here with him. and eddie, writing on the sheets with every word that rumbles out of him. but he's called him every heat he's had since billy rolled into town and swept him up in this whirlwind romance.

they've fucked. but when they've fucked, eddie's always been on top. eddie's been in charge. eddie's been dominant. it's the kind of shit good alphas don't let themselves do, he's the kind of omega that good alphas are supposed to steer clear of. heard it all his life. the expectation that he'd eventually use a heat to trap an alpha, get himself knocked up, secure an easy life.

and that's why he hasn't let billy come over. that's why the slick, wet hole he's currently trying to fill with his fingers is off limits. he won't even let billy fuck his ass. that's all off the table until he has a diploma in his hands, proven to himself that he's not gonna repeat his parents mistakes.

but his heats have definitely gotten worse. billy's voice alone has him arching and gasping, burning with a want to be marked and owned. ]

Babydoll... [ his eyelashes flutter, moving to grab the phone to haul it closer to his ear. ] You know I wanna say yes.

From:

camarod

I hate hearing you like this, baby. C'mon, how many fingers have you got in there? Is it enough?

[He knows it isn't. Knows he's lying, just a little; loves hearing Eddie whine, desperate, just as much as he loves him when he's taking charge. He sighs, imagines, for a moment, that maybe Eddie's got two fingers - maybe three. Knows it won't be enough, that he'll need something more. His own breath comes out hot, close to a growl as he palms over his shorts. ]

At least talk to me, E. You won't let me fill you up the way you want then talk me through it. C'mon. How wet are you?

From:

heatmetal

[ there's a shuddering breath. eddie clutches the phone tighter, tilting his head back and moaning. ]

Soaked through the fucking sheets, B. [ he should've used the spare cash he had to buy a proper heat toy. ] Two... Two fingers. I could probably put my whole fist up there and it wouldn't be enough.

From:

camarod

Fuck, fuck. I wanna taste you, E, so fucking bad.

[He's already hard; already solid against the curve of his palm. He hisses, bucking up, chest rumbling. He's real close to just getting in his car and going. ]

Put three, c'mon. I'll get you through it.

From:

heatmetal

[ Eddie whines, panting into the receiver. He wants that too. ]

You'd be drowning. [ there's a hitch to his breath as he slips in a third, his other hand sliding down to work his aching cock. ] I wish it were you. You'd have me so fucking full, B.

From:

camarod

I'm gonna full you up so fucking good, Eddie, you have no idea. First get my tongue in there, I don't care if I drown baby. You wanna ride my face a little?

[Now there's a thought that his him spiralling a little, head hitting his pillows as his hand goes under the waist of his shorts, fisting his dick. So hard, so wet from precome, so absolutely desperate. ]

You should ride my face, baby. Drench me.

From:

heatmetal

Fuck yes. I'm gonna smother you, babydoll, just sit on your face and have you worship me.

[ he's been aching for hours, but that sends a spark of pleasure through him. Imagining Billy underneath him, blissed out - maybe even coming from just the taste of what he's been denied for so long. ]

From:

camarod

Baby please - I'll make you feel so, so good. And I'd be so good, baby - just my tongue. Promise. Please.

[The fantasy of it might be enough to get him there. Probably will be; if not that, then definitely the sound of Eddie on the other end of the phone. He thumbs over the slit, slow, achingly so. ]

Stretch your fingers, baby. Take it slow. You can get four in, can't you? C'mon, pretend it's me.

From:

heatmetal

[ reason is falling away. Eddie works his fingers in and out, stretching, trying to satiate that need. Four fingers burns and he hisses through it, quiet for a moment save for his heavy breathing. ]

I-its not enough... [ he almost sounds ready to cry from frustration. ] Need you, B.

From:

camarod

Say the word, baby. I'll come take care of you.

[It's a croon; a soft murmur as he bucks into his own fist. Even so, he thinks. There's a pharmacy between his place and Eddie's, thinks he'll have enough time to catch it open. Should be able to get a morning after pill if he smiles real pretty, tells the chemist there's a real pretty girl who needs him. ]

I'll make a pit stop. I'll be so fucking careful.

From:

heatmetal

Please. Please.

[ His toes curl in the sheets, hips rocking frentically down on his fingers. ]

I need you so bad, Billy. Fuck. You did this to me.

From:

camarod

I know, I know. I'm sorry baby, I'm gonna come take good care of you.

[His hand stills. It's real hard to do, hurts a little to tuck himself back into his shorts, feeling crosswired and suddenly alive. He keeps the phone close as he grabs his shirt, slips it on with the plastic tucked between his ear and shoulder. ]

Keep those fingers in baby, okay? I won't be long. Promise.

[He doesn't even bother with jeans - grabs a pair of his Hawkins basketball shorts and slips on the old white sneaks, grabs his car keys and runs out the door, ignoring Susan's calls. Ignoring Max's look of bewilderment. Neil's working nights, this week, which is a small blessing. No questions to answer, no excuses.

He drives like he usually does: fast, careless. Rocks up to the pharmacy in enough time to lean over the counter and bat his pretty blue eyes. Makes it sound like he's out this late to do a public service. It works; Billy knows his own power in this town. He doesn't even knock after he parks up next to the trailer - how the fuck can he when he can smell Eddie from outside? Heady, sweet - his dwindling erection stirs back to life before he's even opened the door, finds every sense of his stir to life when he's through the threshhold, stalking back to Eddie's room, a growl rumbling in his chest. ]

Oh, look at you, [and it is so deceptively soft. Like he has a hang on this; like he isn't clinging onto his willpower with desperation. ] Oh baby, I'm here. I'm here, [he says, shrugging off the jacket. Doesn't bother with the shirt as he steps in, one knee on the bed and leaning down, pressing his nose to Eddie's throat. He wants to bite so fucking bad, but he can't. Not yet. Not yet. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ he's lucky the park is full of betas. that he's cultivated enough of a reputation that people know to stay away. that wayne has personally threatened the handful of alphas bold enough to come sniffing around whenever he's in heat.

because he's wrecked. his curls are sweat-soaked, plastered to his flushed cheeks. lips swollen from biting, trying to stifle moans and cries of frustration. cock flushed and angry, cunt soaked and stuffed and none of it is enough.

there's a growl as billy opens the door, challenging as it is demanding, only to fade into a rumbling purr as he takes in the scent. billy presses his face to his throat and Eddie - stark naked and desperate - hauls him closer, bites at his ear and whines ]

From:

camarod

[he rumbles out a laugh, murmurs now who’s impatient against Eddie’s throat and kisses wet and sloopy, teeth grazing just so before he cranes up to kiss those bite swollen lips. a hand snakes down between them, fingers curling in along side where Eddie’s very nearly got his fist in and groans loud. he’s so fucking wet, cunt dripping just for him. all his, to take and take -

but it’s the first time. the first time Eddie’s gave in, where it’s been bad enough to cave, and Billy knows he can’t be sloppy, can’t rush.

he knows what he wants, and that’s Eddie coming over and over before he fills him up and knots: patience isn’t even one of his better virtues, but he knows how to be a brat. tonight, they’re the same thing. ] You smell like heaven, Eddie. Can’t believe you kept me from this all this fucking time.

[his knuckles drag slick and wet over Eddie’s cock, a gentle tease as he kisses his way back down that throat, down his chest, his stomach. he shifts back to catch Eddie under his thighs and hauls him down, nosing against the base of his cock, settling Eddie’s knees over his shoulders.

he’s slow about it. takes Eddie’s cock into his mouth first, swallowing down slow, gently easing him by the wrist to leave himself empty. Billy curls two fingers inside, so fucking slow, while the head of Eddie’s cock hits his throat. he swallows on a moan, sets a pace that he knows will have Eddie bossy, just how likes him. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ Eddie's been a pretty shit omega all his life. He's not submissive. He's not soft. Hates being cared for and is independent to a ridiculous degree. The only thing he's got going for him is the powerful protective instincts, nurturing all the wayward pups who find themselves packless and alone. It's what he's good at. Where he finds purpose.

Which is exactly why he's kept Billy from this for so long. The last thing he needs is to fuck up when he's so close to the finish line, get drunk on the idea of being Billy's and raising a whole mess of little Hargrove puppies.

The desperate whine that bubbles up in his throat as he's made empty turns into a mean little growl. He's torn between thrusting into that hot, wet mouth or fucking himself on the torturously slow push and curl of his fingers. ]

Billy... [ he's panting, open mouthed, twisting in the sheets. ] I swear to fucking God, B, I swear, I swear...!

From:

camarod

[The low vibration around Eddie’s dick is a snicker. Not soft or gentle understanding, not the soothing balm of minutes earlier. He fucks his fingers in deep, bobs his head up, grin all spit and still so fond when he pulls off, watching Eddie writhe. ]

You swear, huh? You gonna teach me a lesson later, baby, [he purrs, close to a hip bone, adding a third finger so briefly it might as well not have been there at all. His tongue replaces them: one wet swipe over the slit, and then he growls before he fucks in, until his face is buried in Eddie’s cunt, drenched from nose to chin.

It’s better than he could have possibly imagined. He knew it would be, but having it is something else entirely. He wants to feel Eddie come on his tongue; wants those thighs to squeeze tight as he rides the first one out, wants Eddie to take the way he always does. It’s not proper, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s been Eddie’s long before this.]

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