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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!

Comments

[camarod]

Mmm, dangerous.

[He moves up into a sprawl. Plants a hand either side of Eddie’s head as he’s pulled in for a kiss, slow and sweet and entirely at odds with the hard press of his dick against Eddie’s side. Knows he should take care of it now before another wave hits and the pheromones play havoc with both their rationality.

lazily, he rolls onto his side, keeps kissing Eddie all the while, and reaches down to squeeze himself through his shorts, hissing. ]

[heatmetal]

Did you drive all the way here like that?

[ muttered between kisses, breaking the kiss to nose at billy's throat. pretty sweet, tender kisses against the line of his throat, rumbling his approval. he doesn't reach for his dick. not yet. settles his hands on billy's sides and pets along his hips. ]

[camarod]

Mmm, some of the way, [he admits, tilting his chin up to expose a little more skin. ] Got it down to a semi when I went for plan B.

[he came prepared for a fuck up, Eddie. Real responsible! ] I think I nearly came in my shorts when you tried to suffocate me.

[heatmetal]

[ ... well, shit.

yeah. yeah. six months is a long goddamn time and billy is temptation made flesh. eddie nips the space where a mating bite will go once graduation hits, teasing his sharpened teeth across the skin. ]

Mmm... You looked so pretty drowning, baby.

[camarod]

Mmmm, [he’s still squeezing, kneading over his dick in firm, slow circles. His breath hitches at the feel of those teeth, feels himself buck a little, whining low. ]

Next time you’re gonna ride my face, [because yeah, yeah.]

[heatmetal]

You sure? I might kill you for real.

[ he lets his hands trail lower, dancing along those lovely hip bones. ]

[camarod]

Yeah, but what a way to go baby.

[the way he sounds wistful is Very Normal, actually. his hips buck again, cotton of his boxers suddenly feeling like torture. still, he's quiet about it. isn't a brat yet. ]

You smell real good, E. Let me kiss you.

[heatmetal]

Mm-mm.

[ he'll swat those hands away, hooking his thumbs in Billy's shorts to tug them down. ]

Let me take care of you first. Since you were such a good boy, rushing to my rescue like that.

[camarod]

Yeah? It sounded like you were threatening me ten minutes ago.

[The whine at having his hand swatted away is pitiful. Even having the sex-warm air over his dick does little to make him anything but easy. ]

[heatmetal]

Ten minutes ago you were being a brat and teasing me, like I haven't been trying to get off since noon. Dick move, considering it's kind of your fault my heats are like this now. Jesus shit, B.

[ he presses a kiss to his pulse-point, wrapping a hand around his hard cock and setting to work. ]

[camarod]

Yeah, but you sounded so pretty, E - fffuck, yes, yes.

[Finally, finally, there's something to fuck up into, against. He busies his hand elsewhere, reaches to curl in those sweat-soaked curls, tries to drag Eddie up to kiss, because yeah. He is a brat; he's greedy, he's demanding. ] Kiss me, E. Please, please -

[heatmetal]

[ A spoiled brat. One he should punish. But heat makes him softer and more obliging, kissing that lovely like a drowning man desperate for a gasp of air.

He slows his pace. Lets Billy feel that slowness, denying him the lazy sweep of his thumb across the crown. ]

[camarod]

[He whimpers like a bitch, isn't even embarrassed by the noise or the way his hips cant up, chasing the need to feel something. He kisses lazy, too: licks into Eddie's mouth with his fingers tugging those curls. ]

C'mon, E. Don't tease -

[heatmetal]

But B, you make such pretty sounds...

[ he's laughing, teasing just a little more before he's picking up the pace. free arm wrapping around billy to pull him in closer. ]

[camarod]

You're such a dick, [but he's laughing too, nosing against Eddie's cheek, kissing the edge of his jaw, teeth grazing over the curve, panting hard, desperate. ]

Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last - [and he's laughing at that too, a little breathless with how just being close to Eddie is, actually, maybe enough to send him over the damn edge. Is that love? fuck, it feels like it. ]

[heatmetal]

Come on then, baby. Come for me.

[ He gives his dick a squeeze, picking up the pace. He must be aching and he's been so, so good. Better get him off now, give them both an hour of blessed reprieve, before he's thick in his heat and feral again. ]

[camarod]

[It doesn't take long at all. A few more strokes while he bucks up, whining pitifully against Eddie's jaw, then his mouth. His grab is vice-tight when he finally arches up, spilling hard over Eddie's hand, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that's more bite than anything.

It takes him a beat to loosen up; to unwind, soothe over those poor abused lips with his tongue, to curl lazily into Eddie, stroking apologetically over his scalp. ]

[heatmetal]

[ He's thankful Wayne vacated the trailer for the weekend, opting to stay at a friend's fishing lodge rather than deal with Eddie being in a mood for a week. He'll be by tomorrow at noon with food and water, making sure Eddie's taken care of, probably throwing a few stern words to Billy. But that's to deal with later.

He purrs all through Billy's climax. The dumb, heat-drunk part of his brain ecstatic to be splattered with his alpha's release. Though angry it's on him rather than in him. Billy soothes his bruised lips and Eddie hums, letting his eyes drift shut.

and a moment or so later, he's murmuring: ]

I really want you to bite me.

[camarod]

[There's a peaceful few minutes where he can just breathe in Eddie's scent, stroke his hair, let his heart rate come back down to a slow thump rather than the thud he could feel in his throat minutes ago. He could drift off like this, probably. Knows he really shouldn't.

And then Eddie speaks and his breath catches again, like the winds been knocked out of him. ] Eddie, [he starts, and then pauses, forehead to forehead. ] Don't be a tease.

[heatmetal]

I'm not teasing.

[ There's a slightly nervous tinge to his voice. They don't... really talk about what the future looks like. They know it, of course. Plans have been lain out. When they graduate - and they will - he's going to California with Billy. They're getting a place. Eddie will do music, or apprentice somewhere as a tattoo artist - something. He'll make them money, he'll support them, and they might be dirt poor but they'll be happy and free.

He strokes his knuckles along Billy's jaw. ]

I never wanted to be with anybody before you. Never trusted anybody... I love you.

[camarod]

[There's some large and loud part of him that screams yes yes yes, because he wants to believe him. Wants to sink his teeth in so that people know exactly who Eddie Munson belongs to, wants to soothe it over with a hundred i love you's. But the louder part, the part that's been nurtured by Neil Hargrove for near nineteen years says he doesn't mean it.

Billy swallows, realises he's gone so quiet. Realises he's gone tense in Eddie's arms. ] That's - [Pause. Again: ] It's not the heat talking?

[heatmetal]

Mm-mm.

[ maybe it was the wrong move. confessing it. putting it out there. putting words. eddie blinks those big brown doe eyes at him. the anxious buzz in his head gets louder. ]

Wouldn't have let you in here if it was just the heat.

[camarod]

- I wouldn't let you do what you do. If I didn't. [love you. it feels so inadequate, really, to just say it. fuck.

He looks up at those big brown eyes, chest tight, heart starting to hammer again. It's not that he feels trapped, but the room does feel so small now. Like it's just them, and nothing else. ] Are you sure?

[because he's looking, now, at that throat. ]

[heatmetal]

I'm sure, B... Was gonna ask you after grad.

[ When they're free. When he can bite him back. When they don't have to worry about Neil Hargrove coming for them, for Billy fucking around with trailer trash instead of someone more fitting of his station. ]

[camarod]

[Six months. Six months. ]

Of course I'm gonna say yes, [he says, in that usual defensive way he goes when he feels very overwhelmed.] Fuck, really?