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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]

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. ]

[camarod]

Fuck. [His own hips buck up weak and a little useless, tongue against his lips as he strains. He fucks two fingers in deep, then three - changes his fist to a loose hold for Eddie to buck up into.

He thinks about a fourth, thinks he could get his whole fist in if he really wanted to, but Eddie's got that distant look in his eyes, and Billy wants him focused. Wants him his. So three it is, and then he has both hands on Eddie's hips, squeezing. ] Hold me tight, come on, gonna ease you down.

[The ache is half forgotten, too driven by the need to rut, to sink in and let himself go a little feral with it. He eases Eddie down onto him slow, strains against the hand on his throat with the effort to keep still. ] Fuck, fuck - wanted this for so long, Eddie. So fucking long.

[heatmetal]

[ were it not for the hands on his hips, steadying him, eddie would probably have hurt himself. taken billy fully in one quick drop, rode him fast and quick and ended up paying for it later when he can feel again. this is much nicer. guarantees he won't be aching in the wrong ways when sense finally returns to him.

but the hand around billy's throat clenches down with bruising force as he's lowered, thighs shaking when they finally meet billy's hips.

his head bows, hand straining as he finally remembers what he's doing and loosens his hold. his now free hand splays across billy's chest to keep himself upright. his tongue lolling out. ]

Fuck, B. [ his voice wavers. it's euphoric. nearly in tears. ] I've dreamed about this every night and it's never near as good as this is.

[camarod]

[He almost blacks out; there's black spots across his vision, throat screaming and then he's gasping air in, half manic with laughter and his own euphoria. There is something wrong with him, probably, that he feels his dick twitch just at the thought of how fucking intense the bruise is going to be.

He always his necklaces so well, but this one? This one's real special. ] Yeah? [he's croaking, and god, he might not be able to speak tomorrow. That's a novelty. ] You're gonna inflate my ego, E.

[Gently, he coaxes Eddie up, holds him still and rolls his hips up, goes into him deep, hard. Does it twice more before he drags Eddie back down, head tilting back on a groan. ] Fuck you feel amazing - move for me, E. Please - please -

[heatmetal]

I'm gonna inflate something else before the night is up.

[ he relents, giving an experimental shift of his hips. it's a completely different kind of pleasure. ]

You're beautiful, baby.

[camarod]

Do not kill my fucking boner, jesus -

[But he’s laughing, and it hurts really good actually. He rolls his own hips up slow, slides in deep, feels himself go taught with the pleasure of it.

He keeps it slow because his dick is still a little oversensitive - each roll has him hissing, has his eyes watering. He’s always such a cryer when it gets too good, when all his senses light up with Eddie. He wets his lips, feels the sharp points of his fangs break through the flesh of his lips as he tries to keep it together, to resemble some kind of Alpha. Long enough for Eddie to come first, before he fills him up real good.

It’s - it’s sort of mindless. He’s maybe a little dizzy from each time Eddie squeezes his throat tight. The way his hips jerk, sometimes a little fast, often hard, as deep as he can go. He can feel the feral thing inside him screaming to take, can feel the knot swell slow and easy. He wets his lips, grunts, digs his claws into the meat of Eddie’s ass. ] You think you can come with just me inside you? You gonna choke me hard when you do, baby? Gonna make me purple when I fill you up?

[heatmetal]

[ He thinks he can. Will. He's so fucking full and Billy's still growing, harder and harder to pull off of and more satisfying to sink down onto. He leans forward, licking the trail of tears with a wild little sound that's so far from human before he bends to claim Billy's lips in a soft kiss.

It's slower than they usually go. Eddie's clumsy in this position but slowly getting the hang of it, loving Billy being so deep inside him. His instincts are satiated at the connection, and Billy's words punch a moan straight out of him. ]

Only if you bite me when you pop your knot, babydoll. You promised. [ except yeah, he might come first. without touching his leaking cock between them, leaving it angry and neglected in favor of these new sensations making his head spin. ]

[camarod]

I will, I will - you’re so goddamn beautiful, Eddie -

[And fuck, it’s getting a little harder to pull out - feels more like a vice grip the more frantic he is, bucking up. He glanced down between them, at Eddie’s red cock, weeping and neglected and wets his lips, shifts under him. He bends a knee, lifts Eddie a little by the waist and drives up as hard and fast as he can with the limited movement.

It’d be easier to roll them over, yeah, but he wants to drag Eddie’s orgasm from him just like this. With him in control, fingers tight and overwhelmed with the feeling of Billy’s dick driving up hard, slower on each thrust as his knot starts to swell. He grunts, shifts to a slow rock and slam. ] Close, baby. Come for me? Wanna feel you lose it before I fill you up -

[heatmetal]

[ words fail him. all he can muster is a nod.

billy drives up hard and deep and the knot starts to catch properly and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. eddie keens and drives himself down to meet him, his grip on billy's throat iron as he clenches around him, around the forming knot, trying to hold it inside. he comes hard, splattering all over billy's chest and chin. ]

[camarod]

[it’s the hottest thing he has ever seen. even with his vision blackening at the corners again, the feel of Eddie holding him in, the wet spurt on his skin - it’s so beautiful, so raw. it awakens something primal in him: his him growling los in his throat, has his claws digging into Eddie’s flesh as he bucks up and rolls them over.

his knot swells until Eddie feels impossibly tight, and Billy pushes against the hand on his throat, bends down as he bucks hard and shallow and bites at the juncture of Eddie’s throat as he comes hard, shaking. it’s surreal; he can’t stop the shallow bucks, feels like absolutely trapped by the heat of Eddie’s cunt as he comes and comes, teeth drawing blood and his mind screaming minemineminemine - ]

[heatmetal]

[ The world has spun and Billy is above him and it's not until his fangs sink into the glands at his neck that he's aware of it. Clenching tight around Billy with a tremulous moan as a second orgasm hits, legs wrapping tight around the alpha's waist.

His. Yours. Yoursyoursyours. Forever. His nails bite into Billy's sunkissed shoulders, shaking with him as they're finally tied and bonded. ]

[camarod]

[it takes him longer than a minute; he isn’t expecting the second orgasm or how it drags him in, holds him deeper as Eddie shakes through it. he whines against his neck, ruts uselessly until he has the sense to lick over the bite, kiss over the angry reddening skin.

he’s still rutting when he kisses Eddie slow and sweet, curls into him with his hips jerking, murmuring i love you into his mouth, means i’m yours i’ yours.

he feels brand new. feels like he’s died and been reborn, feels like he wants to crawl inside Eddie’s chest and live there just to be closer to his beating heart. he might be saying that out loud, murmuring nonsense into lazy kisses, until his hips slow to a lazy roll and stop, until he’s empty, the knot holding.

he’s never really believed in fairytales, but there’s something about this that feels like meant to be. he’s dizzy with it. ]

[heatmetal]

[ there's no answer. lost in the feeling. the... bond between them suddenly solidified. billy's words are a melody in his ears, no sense to the words but he feels them in his heart and soul. kissing him back, hands sliding to cradle his face as their lips meet again, and again, and again, until billy is still against him.

it wouldn't be so bad, he thinks heat drunk and achingly fond of the blonde alpha above him, if this actually took.

being exactly what everyone thought he'd be but being happy for it. the two of them running off to california to start a new life, far from the trappings of this awful little town. far from neil hargrove and the shadow of the munson family name. ]

I love you so much, Billy Hargrove.

[camarod]

[He's shivering slightly, nipping at Eddie's lips, all his weight held on his elbow. He sighs soft, rumbles high in chest with pure contentment, every inch of him alive with the sensation of having Eddie be his. ]

Love you too, Eddie, [he murmurs, just before his head drops to Eddie's shoulder, shifting to lie across him. At this point it's just cock warming, but he's sleepy and rut-drunk, a little oversensitive and is a little thankful that the knot holds. He doesn't want to pull out when he can feel Eddie's heart against his own. Not when he can kiss the angry red of the mate bite, soft and teasing. ] Mmmm, you smell real good right here.

[heatmetal]

Admiring your own handiwork?

[ Eddie laughs soft, tilting his head back further with a whine of contentment and submission. Everything about him screams yours, yours, I am yours as those big brown eyes slide shut. The fingers lightly curled in Billy's hair say the sentiment is returned - possessive, desiring and that Billy is his. As though his body greedily milking his knot is not proof enough.

Safety has never been a thing Eddie felt much. Submission has never been anything but terrifying to him. He fights, he fucks like an alpha because that's the safest hand to play with the shitty cards he'd been dealt. No risk of being burned if it was all a game he was in on. Mating had never felt like it was in the cards, at least not until Billy Hargrove saw him snap at the basketball team in a bonafide snarl of dominance with delight.

But he's safe with Billy. Enough to be vulnerable like this, locked together and unable to move, throat exposed. Enough to want his pups while heat drunk. Enough that he'll flip them over and ride Billy's deflating knot until he sobs for mercy when he remembers what way is up. And enough for his body to feel safe enough to experience a true heat, not the false starts that have marked the last 19 years.

When the heat finally ends, Eddie will have left a matching bite on Billy's thigh. His wrist. Everywhere but where he wants to, knowing even in the heat-fucked haze that when they leave this room, Billy won't be safe.

They'll have migrated from the bed to the floor in a sad little attempt at a nest from an omega who never really experienced one. Billy's jacket is a blanket he's happy to curl up under when the alpha steps out to order food, which goes forgotten as Eddie opts to swallow down his dick instead. Eddie feels truly disgusting when the heat fever finally breaks, his cunt an achy dripping mess that he orders Billy to clean - at least until he's too sensitive, thighs quaking as he comes dry and knows it's finally over. ]

What time is it, baby?

[camarod]

[Billy breaks and bends at Eddie’s command, and it should be degrading, shameful. Instead it’s where Billy feels most like himself. He’s learned to accept this, found himself happiest when he’s under Eddie, or controlled, or looked after. Love, before Eddie, had been such a false concept. Fake, unattainable, not meant for Billy. Then Eddie had told Tommy H to go fuck himself on a knot and Billy had laughed and wanted to kiss the snarl off Eddie’s face.

So he had. Now it’s - it’s late, he thinks. Night, sky purple. Could be sunrise he supposes. The clocks a blur, looks like it’s four, but isn’t sure if it’s am or pm.

He grunts against Eddie’s stomach, feels the ache of not enough sleep, of coming to the point of agony, and huffs:] Who cares, [and buries his face into the little dip between Eddie’s ribs. ] Time to take plan B and sleep, you insatiable fuck.

[He should care, though. Neil’s always waiting; always looking for an excuse. But Eddie smells like him; smells like he’s all Billy’s warm and filled up with his spend. Billy’s mate. His one and only, marked for everyone to see he’s taken. He’s claimed.

Billy’s own bites ache pleasantly. Not where they should be, sure, but still possessive. He purrs, just a little, kissing Eddie’s gross, salty skin. ]

[heatmetal]

You made me like this, dickwad. We're Fated, like those shitty chick flicks. Except instead of roses in the rain, you gave me an ocean of your cum.

[ he doesn't want to move. he'd rather stay like this, warm and fucked out... But that's not the responsible thing to do. Instead he sits up, sliding his fingers through Billy's sweaty hair and giving a little tug before he leans over to grab a bottled water and the pill from the bedside table. He gulps half the bottle down and offers the rest to billy, sinking into his nest and closing his eyes.

One arm still stays wrapped around Billy. Reluctant to let him go, protective. ]

You staying?

[camarod]

I want to, [he says, after a long moment. He could, he supposes. Max is at a sleepover and isn’t due home until dinner tomorrow; there’s no need for Billy to be home, and he doubts Neil or Susan will care to notice he isn’t there until morning.

There’s still that caution. The fead of Neil asking where he’s been. Which whore he’s been fucking. Billy curls into Eddie a little more, threads his fingers through the damp curls and sighs. ] Maybe.

[He’s exhausted, now. Wants to sleep with his nose pressed into the mate bite on Eddie’s neck. Wants to be less of a fucking coward about who and what he wants, except he probably won’t.

Sometimes it feels like he’ll never be free. ]

[heatmetal]

[ part of him wonders, in that moment, if his heats are brought on by a fear of abandonment. That he is trying to trap Billy, instinct demanding he lock down this gorgeous alpha before he wises you and goes elsewhere

He tries not to think about it. Just flops against his chest and shuts his eyes, nosing into his neck. ]

I am not looking forward to doing laundry.

[camarod]

You don’t do laundry, Wayne does.

[he doesn’t want to go. he keeps thinking it, bratty and petulant as Eddie noses against him, keeps him pinned with warmth and long limbs.

he just wants to bury in for a while. hours. days. weeks. disappear with Eddie, without a trace. ] Seemed intense this time. The heat.

[he swallows, turns to press his nose into Eddie’s hair. ]

[heatmetal]

I'll make an exception for the cumstained sheets.

[ he laughs, idly twisting one of Billy's curls around his finger. Lapsing into thoughtful silence. ]

They've been getting worse since you brightened up my skies, sunshine.

[camarod]

[he’s not the romantic type, really. Billy Hargrove’s long since accepted boys like him don’t get happy endings, or fairytale lives. he had made peace with it.

then Eddie snuck up on him and now he wants. he wants so much and it’s the wanting that’s dangerous. the wanting means he has hope, and hope means there’s something left for Neil to crush under his boot.

he closes his eyes tight, knows what Eddie means. ] I’ll stay, [he says, after a beat and means i love you too. ]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie kisses him. Soft, slow, sweet. Oh, how he cherishes this man. His tiny touch of heaven in a town that might as well be hell.

Is hell. Will be as long as Neil Hargrove is Billy's jailor.

He gets why Neil doesn't like him. Hes poor as shit, comes from bad stock, sells drug on top of that. and then though he's an omega, he's the wrong sort. Male omegas and female alphas aren't exactly rare, but people hate each other for all sorts of reasons. And two men or two women hooking up is still a problem in the eyes of society, even if they can go forth and he fruitful.

He's pretty sure the male omega part trumps most of the other reasons the dour bastard hates Billy coming around. ]

We'll be outta this shit hole soon, babydoll. I promise.