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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

[heatmetal]

I know.

[ he licks his lips, reaches up with both hands (one tacky with billy's release, touching with fingertips) to cup his face. ]

We can wait.

[camarod]

I don't want him to hurt you. [he doesn't give a fuck what Neil does to him. ] I don't want to wait.

[heatmetal]

I'm not scared of him. [ maybe he should be. neil hargrove is an angry little man who thinks its fine to hurt his son, break him, make him full of anger and insecurity. ] But I don't want him to hurt you.

[camarod]

I don't give a shit if he hurts me, E. Six months and I'm gone.

[and it's not like Neil can kill him, not with Hopper breathing down his neck lately. ]

[heatmetal]

I give a shit.

[ he sweeps his thumb along billy's lower lip, brow crinkling. ]

... One condition. He hurts you, you're moving in here and we go straight to Hopper. Your sister's friends with his kid, yeah?

[camarod]

Baby, I think your uncle might have something to say about me hauling my shit into here.

[he knows Wayne wouldn't object, though. knows Hopper would get wind of him moving out and become persistently Present. he nods, turns to nuzzle into Eddie's palm - tacky, yeah, but the hindbrain relishes that it smells like himself. ]

[heatmetal]

You kidding? Wayne will be glad somone's here making sure I do my homework and don't just get high and say I did.

[ though he will hover, just a little, to make sure billy's okay. making sure neil isn't going to come bursting in to hurt them both. ]

[camarod]

Mm-hm. Someone does need to keep you on fucking track to graduate.

[he's looking again. can see exactly where he'll sink his teeth in and claim. he wets his lips, tongue brushing over Eddie's thumb, just a little. ]

[heatmetal]

Mmm... I did make a promise to a pretty alpha that I'd fry in the California sun with him.

[ he keeps one hand on his cheek, tilting his head to expose his neck further. ]

[camarod]

Now?

[and mmm, it is. right there. ]

You don’t wanna wait till you’re begging for it? [: )]

[heatmetal]

I'm gonna be begging for your fuckin' knot in thirty minutes.

[ he sits up a little, his smile devilish. ]

Unless you wanna do this the romantic way. Make a claim when you're balls deep and locked in.

[camarod]

See, I’m romantic at heart, babe. Isn’t it obvious?

[what a pretty picture. he’s gonna ruminate on that while he rolls back, reaching for a bony hip to drag Eddie with him. ]

It’ll be worth it, won’t it? I bet you’ll come real hard when I do it, too.

[ah, yes, a little power drunk, a little love sick, he leans up to nip at that throat, teeth grazing. ] Maybe I’ll get you a nice ring too. Just so everyone’s extra sure.

[heatmetal]

[ He rolls easy, groaning as his all too sensitive nethers drag along billy's abs. Part of him wants to nap in the brief reprieve they have. The other wants to get started. Nap when Billy's his and they're locked together, locked in for the long haul.

he brings up a hand to admire it - the rings are off for now, tan-lines visible where they always sit - and smirks. ]

They're gonna be sure. I'm gonna scent-mark all your clothes. Bite you nightly. Make sure everybody know you're off the market.

[camarod]

Who knew you were so possessive.

[Billy - Billy’s known the whole time. and fuck, if his throat isn’t woefully bare of the evidence right now. he hums, reaches for that hand, brings it down slow, gentle, to sit comfortably at his throat. tilts his chin up, all lazy smirk and trust.]

I’ve been a little naked for a while now, E. Seems a shame.

[heatmetal]

[ eddie laughs. like that hadn't been the spark that ignited this whole wildfire. like eddie hadn't been bold and brave, unafraid to take up space and go against what he should be, and that hadn't been what caught billy's eye.

he's purring. deep rumbles in his chest, body vibrating with it. his fingers close around that lovely throat and give a little squeeze. ]

You just don't look right without a necklace.

[camarod]

Better than a collar?

[it’s not right, or proper, to joke about this, let alone indulge in it. but - but, Eddie’s so good at bringing the best out of him. or the worst.

like, it’s so easy to settle his hands on Eddie’s hips after, to swallow and feel the tight pressure build under Eddie’s fingers. it’s so easy to submit to him, because it feels right. here, Eddie squeezing down on him, is where he’s supposed to be. there’s no other high like being taken apart and put back together. ]

Go a little tighter baby. You’ve been through a lot.

[heatmetal]

You'd look so lovely in a collar.

[ fuck. Fuck. He squeezes harder, tightening by degrees. He's already leaking onto Billy's stomach, cock stirring with renewed interest. ]

My name on the tag. My bite on your wrist. Everybody in town knowing I own you.

[camarod]

[it's a little harder to swallow; it's a real nice burn though, especially when he arches his hips, head tilting back just so to feel the full pressure of Eddie's fingers squeezing. his digs his nails into those bony hips, licks over the teeth of his grin and tries to nod, chokes out a please, like he wants nothing more.

lazy still, he lifts a hand to knuckle over Eddie's jaw, turns his wrist upwards, inviting. under Eddie, his dick twitches, aches a little in protest at the new interest. Billy's gotten it up more overstimulated than this, though. besides, it's a real pretty sight to watch Eddie's cock start to fill; feel his cunt warm and sticky-wet over his stomach. dinner and a show tonight, who'd have thought - ]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie turns his head, teeth sinking into the soft skin of his boyfriend's wrist. A low growl rumbles in his chest, hips rolling down against Billy, arousal spiking with the taboo of it all.

They're not supposed to do this. Omegas aren't supposed to dominate. He should be on his back, or his hands and knees, presenting soft and pretty like a prize to be won. Instead he's reaching back to run a long finger along his boyfriend's too sensitive cock, pulling off of his wrist only when his blunter omegan fangs finally pierce skin. ]

I want you inside me. Wanted it from the moment I saw you strolling in like you were gonna own this town, not knowing I was gonna own you. [ his breath hitches, grinding down against him for friction. ] Fuck, Billy. I want your knot, your pups, and I want to fuck you through the pregnancy, just so you never forget where you like to be.

[camarod]

[There are a lot of things that Billy is supposed to do and isn’t. He’s supposed to bend Eddie over and claim him; supposed to have the instinct to hold him down and take take take. His instincts are maybe wired wrong, though: he wants Eddie riding him with that hand around his throat, wants him to make him beg to let him knot him, make him ask nicely for his throat before he’s allowed to take it. He half wonders if Eddie would - if the heat-delirium is sated enough for him to keep control.

Maybe. His cock twitches under Eddie’s touch, hurts with interest when blood begins to well from his wrist, his chest so tight with love and want that he might pass out. Eddie’s already so wet again, he wants to touch - thinks he should ask, but those fingers squeeze so nicely around his throat all he can do is trace along a thigh, his pelvis, knuckles grazing along the half-hard shaft, his eyes pleading. His own dick twitches again, a whine rumbling free from his chest.

It’s a striking thought that he’d let Eddie do whatever he wanted to him. Enough that his dick starts to fill again, has his eyes watering with it. ]

- please, [he manages to wheeze out, picturing it. Keeping Eddie full because he’s allowed to, making sure everyone fucking knows who’s pups he’s swollen with, everyone knowing how Billy bends and breaks for him. He whines again, desperate, pleading.]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie relents his grip, makes it less punishing and more steadying. Lets Billy breathe proper as he leans back to wraps his fingers properly around his hardening shaft, less coaxing and more demanding it to full attention.

It's different with a mate. He's exhausted, should've taken this time to eat and drink and nap. Instead he's bucking his hips at Billy's touch, throwing his head back with a needy little growl. ]

Get me ready for you, babydoll.

[camarod]

[He’s gasping in air even as his hand finally touches. One stroking the warmth of Eddie’s cock, while the other grabs a handful of his ass and squeezes. He strokes down the meat of it, goes down and down until he’s over the wet heat of his cunt, mouth so watering. ]

Bend forward for me, baby, [he rasps, pressing his thumb against the fever-heat. ] Lift your hips, let me get you nice and open again - that’s it - [and god, if those fingers resting on his throat don’t still feel good.

He catches his lip on a fang, can’t hide the smug grin. ] Squeeze when it’s good? Please? [While he thumbs over the slit, works Eddie hard and slides two fingers inside, stopping before the knuckles.] I want people to see I’m yours. Make it dark.

[heatmetal]

Oh, sweetheart.

[ eddie's breath stutters, head bowing as those fingers breech him. the compulsion to be filled is starting to roar it's head again, not at all helped by the musky smell of an eager alpha and the plea to be marked.

his fingers squeeze, a warmup, eyelashes fluttering. ]

You're always so good for me.

[camarod]

'Course I am, baby.

[His own eyelashes flutter at the pressure, throat bobbing against the weight of Eddie's fingers. He's good, yes - except when he's a brat, which he is now. He's teasing, never quite going past the knuckle as he fucks Eddie open on two fingers - never too deep, always slow. His dick is swelling with each second, but mostly he wants to see how far the heat will take Eddie. To orders or to begging: it's a nice game, because he likes Eddie both ways.

He's more generous with his cock; pumps him slow, but attentive. Less lazy that the drag of his fingers in an out. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he tolerates it for a surprising long time. those doe brown eyes going more and more unfocused, the hand around Billy's throat squeezing when he nudges in just a little further than before and relenting when he backs off.

It's torture. Torture he'll master with time, but right now he's heat drunk and dumb.

And the more the heat takes him, the less sure he is how to solve the problem. The hand around his cock is nice but that's not what he wants. He wants billy in him. Full of him. He tries to roll his hips down to meet those tricky fingers, near tears when they back off and leave him wanting.

a whimper of billy's name, mingled with a growl as he tries to lift himself up. His mouth is open, panting, eyes shut as he burns and needs. ]

Alpha. [ is one part command, two parts prayer for mercy. ]