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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]

[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.

[camarod]

You’re gonna love California. Music, sun, weed - no one cares who you are.

[It’s so wistful. So fond. It’s easy to fall into the fantasy of getting out; of being happy. ]

Few more months? [it’s. well, it’s all down to Eddie now.]

[heatmetal]

[ he wants to graduate. he wants to hold that diploma in his hands and then go. that was the agreement they'd made - if Eddie graduated, he goes. no question, where ever Billy sees fit to take them.

And he's on track to do it this time. Billy had worked with him tirelessly to yank up his dismal grades. ]

Few more months. As long as I don't blow finals, we're gonna walk that stage, hop in your car, and leave this place in our rearview mirror.

[camarod]

Middle fingers up as we go?

[That’s the dream, isn’t it? Go out with a bang. Leave this shit hole behind, go be happy somewhere as far away as possible. Leave the cow shit and the small town life far, far behind.

He sighs, wistful. Squeezes Eddie a little, hopes, even though it’s dangerous. Stupid. ]

All I want is to make you so fucking happy, E. You and me, nothing else.

[heatmetal]

B&E against the world.

[ hopes. Dreams. They're gonna make it. ]

I'm gonna make damn sure you get everything you've ever wanted, baby.

[camarod]

[He’s quiet in the midst of how easily Eddie loves and adores him. Squeezes him again, buries his nose into the damp curls and tries not to be so fucking emotional about the whole thing. He hasn’t been loved so unconditionally in so long. Hasn’t wanted to, really.

Eddie’s under his skin now. They’ve bled into each other so much. Billy dreams of him instead of California. He thinks of those rings and the cackle of his laugh when they’re apart. At night he feels the phantom heat of Eddie’s kiss on his brow, his hands holding steady, true.

A mere few months. That’s all they need to endure.

So Billy stays, drags Eddie into a shower in the morning and eats him out until he’s shaking. Gets one last taste of dominance before he surrenders back control. It’s all so
good.

And then he gets home, and there’s Neil. Neil who smells the weed on him, who smells the lingering scent of Eddie. Neil who reminds him that he’s small, really. Worthless. Barely a person.

He doesn’t see the bites which save him a beating. At least until he barges in and catches him mid change, and then it isn’t Billy he’s threatening; it’s Eddie. It’s their future.

You make a choice, Neil says. Because the next time you come home disgraced, I’ll make sure you never touch him again.

So he has a choice. An impossible fucking choice that hurts more than his black eye or bruised jaw. Hurts more than his ribs. He sits with it outside on the trailer, waiting for Eddie to come back. Mulls it over, numb. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he's out. making sales, financing the move they're planning through hard work and a little criminal elbow grease, catching up with his bandmates. their eyes go to the bite mark on his throat and his grin turns devilish, eyes alight with pride.

when the van finally rattles on up to the trailer, he's in a good mood. a little high, loose and relaxed. doesn't notice billy at first, he sits in the car and drums his hands against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. then he catches sight of him, hops out real gingerly and beams. ]

Well, well! [ delight is evident. ] Look what the cat dragged in. Haven't had enough of me yet?

[camarod]

[Something in his chest hurts when he looks up. Sees the joy on Eddie’s face, the delight - it hurts more than his face, too. He thinks his eyes are wet, has smoked at least five cigarettes waiting and his hands are still shaking.

He looks at Eddie and tries to reach for something ugly inside of him. Something cold and mean, the same thing that broke a kids arm in Cali. The thing that almost killed Steve Harrington.

And he can’t. Instead he just sits there, looks at Eddie with wide, glassy eyes and says nothing. ]

[heatmetal]

... baby?

[ confusion settled across his face. Eddie shuts the door with more care than usual, crossing the lawn in long steps. ]

Hey, talk to me B. What's going on?

[camarod]

[He’s not going to break down on Eddie Munson’s porch like some kind of pussy. He’s not going to sit here and cry about his daddy issues, or how Neil threatened Eddie, or how Billy’s still so fucking powerless in the face of it all.

He’s not going to cry about how Eddie makes him feel like himself and now Neil’s taking it away from him.

Except, of course, he is. Big, fat, miserably angry tears. Like he’s lost a fight without even starting it. It’s wrung out of him, and he tosses the cigarette away in frustration to drag his shaking hands over his face. ] Fuck -

[Last night had been so perfect. So uncomplicated and pure. It had been theirs, private and untouchable.

And now -] Fuck!