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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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The part of him that wants to swat Merlin's hand away is silenced by the part that craves his touch; that wants to feel. He sucks in a soft breath, still very tender, before humming low in the back of his throat and adjusting his thighs to give him better access.

"I always knew you'd be a randy one."

He doesn't sound particular dismayed by this - quite the opposite, in fact.

"We could be taking a nap, you realise."

But Arthur will accept all his Alpha will give him. Pressing back minutely, Arthur moves his hand to skim over the back of Merlin's wrist;

"What're you plotting?"

Merlin doesn't answer that for a moment - tone barely recognised, he's genuinely surprised by Arthur's response. He can't think of anything other than putting his hands on his Omega, about hoping his knot will shrink enough that he can fuck him again tonight - how can Arthur not feel the same?

"Nothing. I just wanted - do you really want to sleep?"

He's not processing sarcasm, really, not right now.

Arthur just chuckles, because he knows. He knows, and Merlin's so obvious, and how either one of them could really want to sleep right now is beyond prince.

"No," he murmurs, his fingers lacing with Merlin's over his cock to encourage him into teasing it more. The heat that never really left still lies warm under his skin: it'll be back, probably sooner rather than later, and Arthur knows that he'll want Merlin again and again. Already does, really.

"I want you to keep touching me until you can fuck me again."

A little huskier this time. Arthur leans a little further back against him, an easy smirk on his lips.

"If only you showed such eagerness towards your chores, hm?"

"If only you handed out such rewards for doing them," Merlin says without missing a beat, his fingers delicately running up and down Arthur's shaft. He can feel it twitch under his touch, starting to fill and swell. He's so beautiful like this. Beautiful and perfect and his, always his.

"Maybe we can make a new system," he goes on, emboldened by Arthur's returning arousal. He rummages around his head for chores he especially hates (admittedly, most of them). "I'll polish your boots and armour and you'll let me lick your arse. I'll muck out your horses and you'll suck me. We can write a list."

The tone is mischievous, lighthearted, but he can't disguise the undercurrent of lust.

His hand moves back to stroke along Merlin's thigh while he teases and toys with his cock, each touch daubing a little more red across the line of his cheekbones. An easy grin curves his lips at the (none too off-putting) suggestion of a reward system; convenient for him, Arthur thinks, as he was wondering whether he'd have to beg to get Merlin's tongue in his arse again.

"But if I start rewarding you then all the servants will start expecting favours. It just wouldn't be fair, Merlin."

Despite the fact he quite likes the idea. A list of chores and a list of ways for Arthur to express his gratitude ...

"Besides, we'd eventually get caught - and that's only if the guards didn't hear us earlier." But he's stiff under Merlin's fingers again, which makes the prospect of getting caught in the act more thrilling than abhorrent. A soft groan melts from his lips as he bends his leg up. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you. If someone saw you fucking me."

Yes. But being heard...that's something he can research, Merlin thinks. Surely there has to be some spell or charm that would seal away the sounds that might otherwise leak out of doors and windows? He knows it would be a little unkind, encouraging Arthur to howl with pleasure when he's the only one who knows he won't bring half the castle guard running with swords drawn, but surely he can convince his Omega to forget those sorts of earthly concerns.

"Oh, I think you'd put up with it yourself, sire," Merlin says, giving his cock a slow ungentle stroke. "Being seen with your arse stuffed and your belly covered in spunk. Maybe even with you on top, riding me, then everyone who saw would know how much you really like it."

He's marveling at the filth he's saying even as it comes out of him. He had no idea he was capable.

Arthur's prick jumps beneath Merlin's hand at that stroke; at his provocative words; and his lips fall open on a sweet moan as heat puddles it's way between his legs. Yes, he wants that. It's wild and improper, of course it is, but the idea of being stuffed full for all to see has his breath coming more quickly, and he brings his hand up to pluck as his nipples as he twitches sporadically around Merlin's cock.

"Gods, Merlin. I'd ride you so well," he breathes, arching his arse back against him to feel his cock move in the wet grip of his hole. "Even if you'd already made me come, I'd fuck myself on you until you filled me up again."

He rolls his nipple a little harder, pinching and pulling. Right now, with his Alpha, he doesn't care what he sounds like: if Merlin can whisper filth in his hear like that then Arthur will permit himself to put words to his hunger.

"I could keep myself open for you with my fingers ..." He groans at the prospect, then licks his lips. "... So you could take me wherever you please."

Merlin sighs deep and ragged, hand sliding down from Arthur's pink cock to gently palm and roll his balls.

"Why stop there?" He knows they're just egging each other on at this point, and he'd be an awful liar if he said he wasn't loving every second of it. "I could make a stopper for you. Something to hold you open while you're sitting down for dinner or talking to visitors. So I could pull it out and fuck you the second I got you alone. Would you like that?" He rubs his fingers over the tight, slick skin between his sac and his stretched hole. "Marble or steel, or gold. You are the Prince, after all."

With that, though, Arthur thinks Merlin has probably won. His breath catches in the back of his throat at the prospect of being stoppered with a plug between each coupling: it'd keep Merlin's seed in him, hot and sweet, as a reminder of who he belongs to. The prospect is all too appealing.

"I'd never get anything done," he chuckles, closing his eyes as Merlin palms his balls. It feels wonderful - a lazy pleasure he's never know from the hand of another. "All I'd be able to think of is you; when I could next have you swap the plug for your cock."

"Might make your training difficult," Merlin concedes, although that's an astonishing idea in itself: Arthur in the training yard, knocking his Alpha knights to the floor with the flat side of his sword while his arse is wet with another man's seed and kept ready for more.

"How many more times do you think you can come?" he asks. His fingers slide further still, rubbing the rim of Arthur's hole where it's wrapped around the base of his knot.

"I don't know," Arthur murmurs, hissing just a little when Merlin rubs at his hole. It's so tender and so good. He squirms just a little and reaches down to rub at his cock; "I've never had a proper heat before, have I?" But if he had to guess? A lot. His body is in overdrive - hypersensitive to Merlin's touch - and he can't help but wonder how many times he'll be able to screw him back to that edge.

"You can manage more, can't you?" Placing his hand atop Merlin's, Arthur guides his fingers into rubbing and pressing harder at the puffy stretch of his hole. He's never done it before, but he's suddenly certain he could come even if Merlin neither of them touched his cock.

"Please. I ... Gods, I need more of you in me."

"This isn't enough? You're going to make me feel bad about myself, Arthur." Merlin laughs breathlessly, fingering obediently at that wet overheated skin.

More, Arthur's said, and Alpha or not he's helpless but to obey. He very slowly, very carefully inches his finger past the tight restrictive stretch of his hole and groans out loud when fat beads of spunk and Arthur's own moisture roll down his fingers and drool onto Arthur's thigh.

But like this, Arthur would never want Merlin to feel bad. He knows he's only joking but he still feels a pang of guilt - the Omega in him knows better than to say such things to his Alpha. The Arthur in him, though ... well. That's just classic him, but his thread of thought is cut short when he feels the slow burn in his stretching hole.

It aches - it's incredible. Arthur takes him slowly, wetness squeezing out to wet Merlin's fingers and his own thighs, and his own hand moves up to fist his cock roughly as he leaks and clenches around him. That's the only problem in this: Arthur wants all of Merlin.

All of him.

"Good ... that's so good, Merlin," he gasps, his balls plump and drawn up tight. "Need you to fuck me again soon."

"I know," he murmurs. With his finger inside now, he can feel the swell of his knot and it's already starting to deflate a little - not the hours-long tie that you'd expect from a fully-matured Alpha, but Merlin can blame the tonic for that. It's good, anyway. Arthur wants to be fucked again, and this way Merlin can provide for him.

"Did you mean it, about wanting to ride me? I - I'd really like to see that, Arthur," he says quietly, his face hot.

If Arthur's cheeks flush a little too it's because of how much he really wants that - to be on top, to claim Merlin's cock by working himself on it over and over. He nods briefly, still rolling his cock around in the palm of his hand.

"Yeah. I think I'd like it." Arthur can imagine it already: his hole, loose and loving, stroking up and down the swell of Merlin's prick as he rides it. He could have him sit against the pillows so he could hold the headboard for extra leverage; he'd ride him hard, make himself sweat, not give up until his thighs were burning.

"We'll do that next?" He slows the hand on his cock, thumbing the tip with a luxurious shudder.

"Promise," Merlin breathes, slowly rocking his finger in and out of Arthur's hole, giving him a little movement and slick stimulation while his knot is still trapped by its sheer size. He wants it. Now the need of the Alpha has been fulfilled, the bone-deep desire to see him presenting like a bitch for a hound, he can let his own needs be met: he wants Arthur on top of him, taking his own pleasure, showing Merlin exactly how much he wants and enjoys him.

"It'll just be a few minutes, now." His knot's shrunk enough that he can slide a second finger into Arthur's arse alongside.

Arthur's lips part in a pleasured sound as Merlin's second finger slides in to join the first. He feels wet and hot and open: it's almost too much at once but his hole takes him greedily and without hesitation, eager to as eager to be filled with his fingers as it is to feel the swell of his knot. The prince can't remember the last time he was pampered and cared for so well.

"Good," he hums, momentarily cursing the fact that like this, he can't reach Merlin's lips, but then there'll be time enough for kissing when he slides free of the clench of his arse. "Your knot ... will it do this every time?"

Arthur hates how bloody untried he sounds, but he doesn't really understand Alpha anatomy. Heck, he barely understands his own.

"I -- no," Merlin says. He doesn't know from personal experience, but he's done his reading. "Normally we'd be tied for two or three hours," not almost ready to slide out again after twenty minutes.

Two or three hours. The part of Arthur that thinks 'yes, I want that' is presently overshadowed by the part thinking 'no, I'd need him to fuck me before that', so the fact that Merlin's knot is decreasing in size already is actually quite a relief. He licks his lips, twisting a little to brush his lips against Merlin's jaw.

"Well. I'd call you many things, Merlin, but 'normal' would never be one of them." He grins lazily as more spunk and juice leaks from his hole. "I like it better this way, I think. Three hours is too long to go without you while I'm so ..."

Well. So desperately in heat. He clears his throat, because of course he can't truly promise that Merlin will get to experience it again.

No matter how badly he wants it. Maybe if they met in secret ...

"I know," Merlin says, lazily mouthing at the back of his neck. Honestly, he's relieved. He doesn't think he can bear another two hours spooned up against Arthur like this, smelling the thick pheromones on the nape of his neck begging for the bite. He doesn't think he has the self-control not to give Arthur what his body's pleading for.

"I want to suck you, first," he says quietly. "Before I fuck you again."

Because there's still more than a small chance that he may only get to do this once, and if so? He wants to be Arthur's first in as many ways as he can muster.

The leisurely mouthing to the back of his neck is a combination of impossibly soothing and incredibly arousing. It subdues Arthur somewhat - makes him malleable and compliant - but it also makes him needy for something far more than flicks of a tongue. Merlin won't give him the bite, he's refused to put his teeth to his skin once already, but gods, if only he would ...

But he can't. Arthur's lust-drunk and a little in love, not completely stupid.

Still. He's drawn from his reverie by Merlin's soft request: he wants to suck him, and Arthur's cock twitches at the very thought. For a moment he feels a little shame - his cock isn't half as impressive as Merlin's - but he comforts himself with the reminder that at least he won't choke him on it.

... Even if that'd probably be quite a pretty sight.

"Yes ... yeah, all right." He sucks on his lower lip for a moment. "But I want a kiss first."

Merlin smiles against Arthur's neck. "Of course, sire."

Though they'll need to be face to face for that, and Merlin takes a deep breath before easing his fingers out of Arthur's arse; they come out with a dribble of thick fluid, and Merlin knows before he starts to pull out properly how filthy and gorgeous it's going to look when his knot's withdrawn.

"I'm going to take it out," he says softly - a warning, not a request - and his knot's deflated enough now that it takes only a modest effort to make Arthur's hole release it from the tight embrace of his body.

Arthur nods silently, waiting for the pull, and turns his face into the pillow just a little as the rim of his hole stretches again. It's not painful, certainly not, because Merlin's knot must've reduced in side by at least a half, but despite wanting it out so he can fuck him again it feels unnatural to be left so empty. A soft grunt follows as more of their fluids leak out onto the sheets;

"Christ ... it feels ..." But he can't really describe how it feels, only that he's feeling it. Arthur helps Merlin ease the rest of the way out by leaning away from him just a little: not too much, because he needs the closeness, but enough to have his cock slipping from his arse with an embarrassingly wet sound. His hole twitches and clenches greedily, still hungry for more of Merlin's cock, encouraging a rush of too-hot come to spatter the backs of his thighs.

"Oh my god," he groans, humiliated, but still comfortable in Merlin's embrace. He then elbows him playfully in the ribs; "What have you done to me, hm?"

"You're the one whose arse wrung me out," Merlin says, deceptively mild given the (previously unimaginable) filth he's saying. He feels a little mad, the sound and the scent driving him beyond reason; he wants to lick him again, taste his own spunk leaking out of his Omega's hole, keep him open with his fingers or even his whole hand--

He shifts away, just a little.

"Roll over?"

He exhales softly on a chuckle.

"And you're the one whose cock made it worth it."

Merlin said he wanted to suck him so Arthur assumes he means roll onto his back, which he does obediently despite his phrasing it like a question. It's nice this way - intimate without them barking orders at one another - and he settles gingerly before blinking hard a couple of times.

"I'm surprised I can feel anything from the waist down after that." But he seems cheery, as though he wouldn't mind at all if Merlin fucked him legless for a few hours. A hand lifts to cup his cheek; to thumb one of those jutting cheekbones. "You're going to have a lot of linen to wash after this."

Modern journal, I apologise! Back to canon in a tick.

no apology necessary <3

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