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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]

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!