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Alpha/Beta/Omega Meme

THE ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA MEME

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!

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Clint swallows and his muscles go a little tense, he shakes his head a little. "I'm sorry...." He says and he wants to blame the hormones of the heat but can't, because he can't really believe Phil stuck with him. He's so broken. "I know... I'm broken." he sighs stills rubbing against Phil.

[ A little smile, in echo to the grin. He senses there's a moment of communication here, something that isn't just flirtation. A hint of connection, like a spark between fingertips. ]

I look for - places to feel safe.

[ He wasn't sure he wanted to flirt, before, but now he does. ]

I'm Malak.

[A flicker of a thought: the heavens are places made by gods, where mortal souls settle, if they are attuned to them. So are the hells, of course, and he's only a godling, and it's only a bar. But there's a patina of resonance to it. He lets the polish of his charm weather a little, soften around his eyes; what he says next comes out - tired, determined, honest.]

I want that. To make that.

Hado.

[For the moment.]

Phil nips Clint's neck hard. "Stop that you are no more broken then me......"

Clint groans and goes limp in Phil's arms, relaxing a little. "You're not broken." He murmur's teeth scraping along Phil's shoulder. "We could have sex without the heat... I just thought you didn't want too." He kisses Phil slow and easy before pulling back slowly. "God I love you."

[There's one sense that does get enhanced under these circumstances. It's just barely started by the time the cab is pulling up, though it's enough to be noticeable.

Sherlock smells car exhaust and tire rubber, the lingering cigarette smoke on the cabbie who's about to drive them, the mingled grease-beef-potatoes scent of the fast food joint across the street, a waft of strong perfume from a woman coming around the corner... but mostly he smells John: the detergent he washed his shirt with, the oil in his hair (hasn't shampooed since yesterday), the scent of skin.

It's a cacophony of smells, and Sherlock takes slow, shallow breaths, ready to cut himself off (if he can) at the first whiff of an Omega in heat. But then they're climbing into the back of the cab.

Sherlock sits almost perfectly still once they're moving, his eyes focused forward, only giving the occasional flicker. He's going to stay like this until they make it to 221B or until his skin starts wanting to crawl off his bones, whichever comes first. What he needs, for now, is for John to stay close. Keep contact.

And talk. Most times, Sherlock needs silence to think. Times like these, he needs a focal point on which to hang his rapidly deteriorating thought processes.]

[ During a time like this, John's own Alpha traits take over. He plans to take care of the other man not simply because that's what he already does on a regular basis. But because he knows what Sherlock needs in order to get through this.

He keeps a firm hand on his thigh during the whole ride. Talking in a low voice he knows Sherlock can hear and focus on. ]

I'll inform Mrs. Hudson when we get there. You are to go upstairs to your room and you will stay there. No calls, no cases, nothing. And if you fight me on it, I will tie you to your bed. Don't think I won't.

[ Or can't, is implied. ]

"Yeah, I know." He colours a little, the reminder enough to make him throb all over again. "That's, ah - that's my problem, not yours. I'll take a cold shower after you've been picked up."

"C'mere," Regulus reaches a hand out for Emrys, wanting to pull him down beside him. "I can at least return the favor..."

Well. Shit. He's not made of stone.

He tumbles down onto the bed, barely catching his weight on one hand before he lands flat on top of Regulus.

"If - if you want to," he says haltingly.

That little kiss to the back of his head makes Arthur's warmth surge anew: he's practically glowing with it, all but purring at the casual affection from his Alpha. Vaguely, he wonders whether they'd look slightly ridiculous to a voyeur: skinny-soft Merlin curled behind him, joined and unable to withdraw from his arse, and Arthur, strong and golden, lying there looking half-drunk on it.

"Strenuous exercise will do that," he hums, although it's not as though he did an awful lot of the 'strenuous' part. That was all Merlin. Maybe later he'll be able to climb up on his hips and sit on his cock - he's seen it once before by accident, when he'd thought the stables were empty.

He thinks he'd like it like that. Actively giving himself.

"Does this mean you're going to start inviting me to your cupboard to start warming your bed?"

Merlin takes that in stride, licking lazily at the back of Arthur's neck.

"I think Gaius might take exception to the two of us keeping him up all night," he says, then pauses for thought. "Does that mean you'd say yes to me?"

He would.

"I might."

But he's too distracted by those lazy licks. Merlin's tongue is hot and soft as velvet; Arthur remembers where it's been and his hole twitches, pulling a soft sound from his lips. An idle hand travels down to rub against his abdomen.

"Anything to encourage you to tidy that place up once in a while."

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"Not all of us have talented and handsome manservants to tidy our chambers for us," Merlin says lightly, then slides his hand down to join Arthur's over his stomach. It's impossible not to think about what he's just done, the seed he's sown (ploughed) into his Omega, and then he has to wonder...

"Arthur. The tonic you were taking, would it have stopped you..."

He finds his tongue choking on the words he needs to say, because admitting to those fears would make them too real.

Arthur bristles at that, twisting a little to frown at him from over his shoulder.

"How am I supposed to know? Gaius is the one who makes it," he says tartly, ignoring the cold drop of uncertainty spreading from his stomach. He huffs it away. "Besides, why is it my responsibility? You take a tonic too. Doesn't it ... you know ..."

Make his seed less effective? Arthur doesn't really know how to phrase it, so he doesn't bother tripping over the words.

"It should," he says helplessly, because unlike Arthur he does know roughly what goes into his medication. "But I've not taken it since this morning, and you...you're so..."

He would, if he gave himself half a chance, go rambling off into insane full-on Alpha mode - you're so perfect for me, so tight and sweet and wet and mine, how couldn't this heat produce a child? But he doesn't, because Arthur already thinks he's mad.

"It'll be fine," he says eventually, and a hint of the Alpha does leak in there - it sounds like a statement of fact, not an expression of optimism.

Arthur stays silent for a few moments, contemplative, suddenly reluctant to move his hand from the flat of his abdomen. Various impossible scenarios flicker across the back of his mind: Merlin taking him again; Merlin biting and claiming him; growing heavy with the fruit of their union. Merlin's stupid, too-big grin as he kisses and nuzzles at his stomach. Arthur doesn't doubt for a second that he'd be like those stablehands who chat to the bellies of the pregnant mares.

Ridiculous.

Certainly not even slightly endearing.

"... You're sure?"

If he sounds uncertain, that's because he is. His eyes slide closed a moment later.

"I couldn't ... even if we did." Conceive, that is. "My father would have Gaius find a way to stop it." Then, as an afterthought; "And he'd probably have you executed too."

It's really, insanely difficult, not to do him right there against the wall. For the moment, he'll settle for rutting against Stephen's leg as he presses his fingers inside him.

When he feels the first orgasm on his fingers, he gasps. He tries to chalk that up to the hormones racing around in both their systems rather than something more. "Sit. Over there," he urges when he realizes he's having trouble standing. 'Over there' being an over stuffed chair, one wide enough to accommodate spread legs.

Regulus was a little taken back by the urgency before grinning up at Emrys. He pushed down the part of him chirping about how nice it was to have someone on top of him.

"I've spent 7 school years in a dorm full of teenages boys, Emrys," Regulus chuckled, reaching between them for Emrys's cock. "I'm not going to shy away from other people's wands now."

He lets Nick pull him to the chair, helps wriggle out of his trousers. Gets them over his knees, kicks them off his feet; his cock is still hard, leaking wet. He hasn't come there yet. It's always been a little bit of a disconnect for Stephen; he rarely has full orgasms because it means stimulating inside and outside him at the same time. He'd wondered, a little, when Helen offered him a place, if that meant maybe he'd be in between them --

Here, he spreads his legs, knowing that his scent is soaking the air. His shirt is still on, the Henley with buttons partway down his chest.

"You do," he breathes, "you have condoms, right?" He expects Nick to just take him.

The scent is much more powerful once his pants are off, it's distracting, he almost doesn't hear the question. "I--uh..." he closely resembles a deer in headlights for a second. Helen was always on the pill so any condoms they had were often unused. Where there any left? A spike of anger for a brief second, if Helen is trying to force him to father a child...

No, that doesn't make sense. She could just...

"I can look," he says that but really really doesn't want to go do that. "In... a few minutes." he adds, moving between Stephen's legs and lowering himself down. He slips his fingers back inside him, and pumps them in a few short movements.

"He's said that before and I'm still here," Merlin says, more dismissive of the king of the realm than he ought to be, but right now he feels like he's in top of the world. Invincible.

"But I know, Arthur. I know."

Unstoppably, his hand slides down further, playing with the mostly-soft shaft of Arthur's cock. They're going to be tied for a few hours, his horny lizard brain thinks; they might as well have some fun.

Other people's wands. God help him.

All he can do is hold still and let Regulus open up his trousers. His trapped cock is throbbing, the knot still only a slight swell at the base.

"In a - what -" Stephen is about to protest when Nick's fingers slide inside him.

His body is tight; it doesn't give way easily. He's not experienced, he doesn't do this often. But he is so wet, and he bears down on Nick's fingers in instinct, and gives a startled, throaty cry. He doesn't know to even try to hold back what he's feeling. Doesn't give a thought to choking back the sounds that are prompted by the intrusion into him, the waves of pleasure through his abdomen centered on Nick's fingers. His hips rock, and his head falls back, and his leg comes up to hook over Nick's shoulder and open himself up.

Regulus hadn't considered the differences between the cocks of unmanifested teenagers and that of an alpha. It was larger than he expected and the knot felt strange to his inexperienced hands.

Still, Regulus took the length in hand and began stroking it, keep his hand tight.

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