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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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All it really takes from there is the stretch of that fourth finger to have him coming. Arthur tries to hold off for longer, he really does, but Merlin's sucking hard and his fingers feel perfect inside him again. The hand that isn't now clutching desperately at his hair moves to his chest where he pinches a nipple;

"Merlin ... fuck, Merlin I--"

But that's all the real warning he gets, because his body shudders into orgasm a second later and snatches the breath from his lungs. His hips snap up twice as he spills, three hard bursts coating Merlin's tongue, leaving him boneless against the sheets as he pants hard to catch his breath.

"Mmm--"

Merlin makes a muffled sound of surprise, not expecting the sudden thrust of Arthur's cock into his mouth, but the press of flesh against the back of his throat doesn't last quite long enough to make him gag. And then it's just the flavour of Arthur's come, the sound of his deep, desperate breathing and the fluttering clench of his arse around Merlin's fingers as he draws them free.

"Arthur," he murmurs, voice ragged and throaty. He laps gently at his prick and it's just about gone soft, but already it's starting to thicken again. Incredible.

Arthur just wants to keep Merlin there, nestled into his crotch, feeding his fingers and cock into his arse or wrapping his lips around his prick. That Merlin doesn't spit it out - that he swallows down his come down like he's heard whores do - flushes Arthur a deep pink. Good, he thinks to himself, carding a shaky hand through his hair as both reward for doing so and apology for pulling.

His arse holds onto those fingers tightly even as Merlin laps at his sensitive cock. It's somewhere between pleasure and discomfort; an ache that makes him squirm against the sheets. His cock only stays soft long enough to make it noticeable when it begins filling again.

"Merlin ..." Arthur wants him to do something with his fingers - take them out and hold him; pump them in deeper - and his pupils yawn black and lusty as he looks down from beneath low lashes. His chest heaves with each breath as he tries to arrange his thoughts into sensible threads: he's not used to coming three times in so many hours.

He's also not used to feeling as though he could come again, if Merlin wanted him to.

"... Was it good?"

Merlin draws his fingers free carefully, wipes them off on the bedsheet. It doesn't matter; the linens can't really get any more objectionable at this point. Has he clean sheets in the linen cabinet, has he visited the laundry recently? - but more immediate concerns chase those thoughts away.

"Yes," he says, honestly. It's an unexpected truth. Previously he'd imagined sucking another man's cock as a favour you'd do for the recipient, a purely one-sided act of giving pleasure, but he feels desperately aroused. His prick is throbbing where it's trapped between the mattress and his own body, the Alpha howling out for satisfaction.

"You taste good, Arthur," and he's letting the Alpha babble out nonsense but he doesn't care, "all of you is good. I never want anything else, never anybody else. Never again, Arthur--"

It barely matters that they haven't bonded. Merlin's certain that he's already been ruined for any other Omega. He crawls up the length of Arthur's body to lie atop him again, kissing him open-mouthed.

Merlin's babble is like honey to Arthur - he laps it up easily and lets his promises warm him to his toes, even if, reasonably, he can't expect them to be kept. He'll let himself have this moment. When Merlin crawls back up his body he smells like semen and sweat and desire: Arthur breathes deep of him before their lips touch, a pleasured moan on his tongue as they kiss.

It's a lazy meld of tongues that has Arthur arching up to him, holding him close, and he shivers just barely beneath him as their cocks rub and touch. Merlin's still feels impossibly large against his own spent thing; he likes that too, he thinks, knowing Merlin was hard all the time while he sucked him.

But he's pushing at him impatiently a second later. Lips still locked, Arthur twists so that he's easing Merlin onto his back, his thighs bracketing him firmly as he straddles his lap but remains flattened to him. He's not ready to sit up and away from the hot press of Merlin's chest.

"Want you ..." He lips over Merlin's mouth before kissing him deeply; slowly. "Gods, everything ... I want you so badly Merlin."

"I'm here," Merlin says with a breathless chuckle, "I'm always here," and that at least is true. Now while his head is filled with Arthur's scent, the dense pheromones of an Omega in long-overdue heat, all he can think of is how easy it would be to do this again. He and Arthur are attached at the hip anyway; would Gaius really be that surprised if Merlin occasionally vanished for the night? No; he'd just assume that Arthur had him up re-polishing his armour or scrubbing his floors.

He doesn't want Arthur to have to take the tonic ever again. He can be here for him, keep him safe through his heats, fuck him full of his seed night after night. And maybe it's just going to seem like a silly fantasy in the light of day, but nonetheless it's a fantasy that'll keep him warm night after night.

He runs his hands over Arthur's chest, feeling the strong muscle and the battle scars, the warmth of his skin, the quickened thud of his heartbeat. He's struck by a sort of awe, an amazement that he could be sharing a bed with someone like Arthur. Before tonight he felt ashamed, embarrassed by how much he wanted someone he could never have, but now?

Well. Here they are.

"Want you to ride me," he says thickly. "I want to see that. Please..."

Omega or no, Arthur doesn't think he'd be able to refuse Merlin's request. His voice is wrecked and needy - all crushed velvet around the edges - and the way he looks beneath him, gods, the prince has never seen anything like it. Seeing Merlin in this new light, as a sexual creature who needs to fuck him, has Arthur all but mesmerised atop him. The idea of letting him go is unbearable.

"Yeah," he murmurs, heated, as he pushes himself up to seat himself properly. Merlin's cock brushes his inner thigh; Arthur lifts himself up a little and reaches to take hold of his erection, which he guides between his cheeks until the tip is kissing his hole. It's wet and welcoming there, more fluid already slicking the channel inside;

"Anything you want, Merlin. I'll give it you to."

Arthur eases back gently, pressing with his hips until the head of Merlin's cock slips snug inside him. His own breath catches - he's still sore from earlier - but he wants more of him filling him up, and his lashes slide a little lower as he sinks down onto him fully.

It feels incredible this way; speared on him, clenching around him. Arthur's nipples are tight and his lips are open in a silent gasp of pleasure - one that becomes a breathless groan as he begins to rock his hips back and forth. This is all he wants. This is all he needs. If Merlin sat on the throne and then Arthur sat in his lap, on his cock, he could rule Camelot happy and satisfied until the end of his days.

If Merlin was crushed velvet before he's simply crushed now, wrecked and ruined by the sensory onslaught. The sweet spiced scent of the Omega's heat, of Arthur's desperate need; the taste of his come still thick on his tongue; the sound of him groaning and struggling for breath; the sight of the golden, perfect body of a warrior and prince open and wet and giving so freely of himself.

Even if couldn't feel the delicious wet grip of Arthur's arse sliding up and down his prick he'd be overcome, but as it is he is utterly swept away. He can't feel the bed underneath him, can't see the candlelight. Everything important has narrowed down to Arthur.

He doesn't ever want to move away from this moment, he wants the time to stop passing so he can stay here, with him. He is keenly aware that his life has reached his zenith. How can it not? Everything is downhill from here.

(Bite him. Bite him claim him bond him take him you can have this whenever you want it haven't you spent long enough putting everyone else before yourself--)

Merlin's whole body is trembling with the effort it takes not to pump his hips up into Arthur. His hands shake when he reaches out to cradle Arthur's hips, rubbing his thumbs across hot skin.

"Arthur, you're - "

His voice is choked. He doesn't have the words for everything Arthur is, right now.

Arthur moves slowly at first; carefully; as though testing the waters of something precious. This way is so different to earlier on: Merlin might be his Alpha but this time Arthur is the one in the control; he can regulate the pace and depth of the thrusts with little more than a rock of his hips. It's exciting. It's invigorating. It renews Arthur's energy all the more. Now it's his turn to make Merlin moan; to make him want him all the more.

The spread of his thighs is lewd in this new position atop Merlin's lap. Arthur's hands slide up them to his hips, where they rest atop Merlin's and thumb his knuckles, the bounce of his cock on display with each eager roll of his pelvis. With anyone else he might've been concerned - even with another Alpha, one who understands - but Merlin is his, he's always been his, and Arthur can't feel that shame in front of him.

Not any more.

"I'm yours," he finishes for him, his eyes seeking Merlin's to confirm it. Even if that's not what he wanted to say it's what Arthur feels the need to remind him; what he tells him each tine he sinks down onto him as far as he can. He clasps his hands tight to Merlin's and lets his head tip back a little way, opening up his throat to bare his front to him fully. Arthur trusts him. Arthur moans lustily; Arthur needs him, and the thick thrust of his cock as he slides up and down it heats him to his very core.

The heavy frame of his bed creaks and cracks as he fucks himself on Merlin's prick, but the slap of skin-against-skin is enough to cover its complaints. He's sweating now, leaning forwards just a little to move his hips faster over Merlin's lap; it's so good he moves his hands to brace either side of his Alpha's head. Like this he can better piston them up and down so that his cock nudges that spot inside him;

"Gods, yes, fuck me," he breathes, panting hard from sweet exertion.

Merlin can't help but take that as a request. Strangely, it's felt like a marathon's effort just to keep still and let Arthur give and take his pleasure as he wants it, but those heated words...unlike any other order Arthur's ever given, he's helpless but to obey. His hips snap up as Arthur descends, burying the thick length of his prick into Arthur's body; he cries out, almost sobbing with how good it is.

His knot's swelling again, bigger and thicker and he wants to tie Arthur again when he comes, keep him full and ripe, keep them together in as intimate a way as he can imagine. But he can't think of a moment now when he isn't going to want that. When he's polishing Arthur's boots, sharpening his sword, inobtrusively helping him destroy a magical beast threatening the kingdom - he's going to want Arthur like this, dripping with his spunk and ready to take his knot.

He doesn't really know how he's going to function from day to day, after this.

Arthur's hands braced on the pillow bring his body down closer, all the more exposed and easy for Merlin's hands. He reaches up to run them all over his chest and he finds his nipples pink and swollen, easy to take between finger and thumb to pinch lightly.

Arthur can feel Merlin's knot swelling at the base of his prick; it's his to take, when he's ready, and his to properly enjoy. That thought alone sends little shimmers of pleasure coursing along the length of his veins: they squeeze more wetness from his to make Merlin's thrusts up into him more manageable. He pushes a little further onto it each time but never allows it to press in; he just enjoys the way it bakes his hole stretch and squeeze around its girth.

His nipples, though, he hadn't expected Merlin to play with. They're somehow puffy and firm at once from both his own pulling and his arousal, and when Merlin's fingers tease over them he almost comes from that alone.

They've never been so sensitive before. Never. Arthur's a wreck above him.

"Harder," he murmurs, his eyes glassy as he presses onto his knot. He wants Merlin to pull and tug on his nipples; leave them red and sore tomorrow morning; and he all but thrusts his chest forwards to offer them to his Alpha. "Please, harder."

Merlin's eyes flicker up to his and the sight of Arthur's face steals his breath away. He looks utterly transported, pupils blown, mouth open, cheeks red like he's running a fever. His gaze falls away as the next downward rock of Arthur's hips onto his knot make his eyes roll back; it's an awful tease, better than good to feel Arthur's body opening up in preparation to take him in but not complete, not enough when he slides away.

Still, he can get his own back now - hell, he's been asked to - and his gently exploring fingers become a little firmer, a little crueller: not just teasing now but pulling, twisting, tugging as hard as he dares and feeling them deliciously swollen and flushed.

As Arthur leans down he props himself on one elbow so he can push his body up, his lips latching around one stiff little bud so he can suck and bite.

Arthur's hips stutter when Merlin's lips close around his nipple. It was so good on his cock, so hot, but here it's a different kind of pleasure, one that makes his blood pound and his arse clench tight around his Alpha's cock. Merlin's mouth is lush and wet as it suckles to make him red; Arthur whines, grinding his hips harder with each eager little bite.

When he takes his knot it's entirely by accident. He'd been meaning to tease it out a little longer until Merlin begged for it, but he's wild and needy above him and his body knows what it wants. There's a wet sound, then a groan as harsh and ragged as he's given;

"Oh - Merlin, Merlin ..." But that's about all the prince can manage. He stills for a moment, panting, before rolling his hips in a lazy surge, then lifts himself up off it to clench around the meat of his cock.

Merlin makes a stuttering, senseless noise of pleasure when Arthur slides down onto his knot, then a frustrated whine when he slides back up off it with an obscene wet noise. It's an awful tease, driving him right to the edge of an orgasm he needs, now.

"You're amazing," he gasps against Arthur's chest, scraping his open mouth over his skin, teeth snagging against his nipple. "I want you to do it, take my knot, take my come, Arthur, please..."

Arthur knows he should be the one begging but Merlin's pleas are just too good, each one plummeting down to pull his balls a little tighter to himself. He loves it. More importantly, Merlin loves it; Arthur bites hard at his lower lip before sinking down purposefully this time. It's tight again - for a moment he thinks he won't be able to manage it - but then he feels the quiver and stretch as his hole gives enough to suck him in.

"Do it, Merlin. Give me all your seed," he breathes, his hands sliding down the length of that slender torso as he sits up straight-backed again. His cock is hard and red between his legs, straining for his own release, but it's his open lips and glazed eyes that speak of how far gone he is. He rolls his hips in sinuous thrusts and squeezes tight around his knot;

"Fill me up with it." One hand drops to press low on his abdomen as though he might be able to feel Merlin's cock inside him. "Make me wet - make me take it."

Merlin might as well be under an enchantment, he's so tightly bound to obedience to those words. The sweetest command he's ever been given. One hard jerk of his hips to feel his knot wholly and completely inside Arthur's body and he's gone, cursing and groaning as he spills hard and hot into the all-too-welcoming grasp of Arthur's taut, beautiful body.

He's ruined and he knows it. Enslaved for life to this sensation. But there's no way he'd rather be swept under.

It feels as though Merlin's knot keeps swelling as he keeps coming: Arthur's body shakes with his Alpha's groan as they lock in place, intimate as two people can be, his lips parted and his eyes slipping closed with each pulse of the cock inside him. He braces one palm against Merlin's abdomen while the other fondles his own stiff prick;

"That's right ... come on Merlin ..."

Arthur hisses sharply when his own orgasm hits. It's Merlin's cock, his moans, his knot that finally pushes him over the edge: his arse clamps down around the swell of him and nudges the head of his cock against that spot. It's different this time. A slow-burning and intense heat threatens to sweet him up entirely: it spreads from deep inside him to the tips of his extremities and rolls his eyes up for a few seconds.

His cock, now on his fourth orgasm, only spills a couple of drops.

It makes Merlin groan all the same, his skin hot and oversensitive to the sensation of Arthur's spunk hitting his belly. He reaches up, trembling hands running up and down Arthur's body. He feels good, feels right buried to the hilt in Arthur's slick stuffed arse.

He tries to get his breath back, the exertion of fucking up into him giving way to the exhaustion of being tied.

"Arthur," he whispers, chest heaving, mouth slack. "Arthur, you feel...you feel incredible. Perfect. Kiss me?"

I like the way he says my name, Arthur realises, a vague thread of thought in the fucked-out haze that is his mind. The stroke of his hands against his skin soothe him even as Merlin himself falls limp beneath him - limp in all areas but one, at least, plugging Arthur deep and and hot. He nods dumbly before leaning down to catch his lips in a messy kiss.

"Mine," but it's just a whisper, warm and wet against Merlin's mouth. "Mine."

He's too tired and sore to say much else. His thighs burn and his arse aches where it's been overstretched around Merlin's fingers and cock, yet he's certain he's never felt anything so good in the whole of his life. It's like when he's finished an hard round of training, only better, because this time he's marked with Merlin's scent and full of Merlin's spunk. He kisses him again and it's a loving meld of lips.

"Wish you could stay in me." Longer than twenty minutes, or a few hours.

"I know," Merlin says, but it's not just that, it's I know and I want to as well and if anyone else wanted to do what I'm doing to you right now I don't know how I'd stop myself arranging their much-deserved 'accidental' death.

Which leads him to the big question. The one he doesn't want to ask, but knows for the sake of his own sanity that he must.

"Arthur," he whispers, "are we...Will we ever do this again, after tonight?"

And it is the big question. Some of the candles have snuffed themselves out leaving the pair shrouded in partial darkness: amber light flickers across their skin as though reminding them how long they've spent there. A good few hours fucking and kissing and holding and needing everything from one another; Arthur blinks wearily, shifting his hips just a little until he's settled more comfortably.

"I ... want to. Merlin, I want to," he murmurs, his expression still a little vacant and glassy with pleasure. Nothing will ever come close to what it feels like to have Merlin buried inside him. "I mean. If we carried on in secret until I marry, away from the castle ..." Or even in the castle - just in those old deserted rooms that aren't manned so frequently by the guards.

He doesn't want to go a day without this. Even the prospect of marrying another twists the knife unpleasantly deeper.

Away from the castle. The mental images that feeds him are immediate and intense: under the gold light of the sun or the ethereal gleam of the moon, far away from the trading routes and hunting trails, Arthur naked and perfect and surrounded by the green of his kingdom's lands as he sinks onto Merlin's knot. Merlin moans helplessly just at the thought of it and, unbelievably, he feels his cock twitch as he pours yet more seed into his Omega.

"I want that too," he says, and he sounds pathetically needy in a way he hoped he never would but he doesn't care. "And I'd want you to - to be inside me, as well. To f-fuck me." Which is kind of a perversity and it makes him blush. "If...if you wanted to."

Arthur sighs deeply when Merlin's cock spurts in him again - a pulse of seed that warms him to his core - and rubs his hands up and down his chest in soothing strokes in an attempt to calm him again. His Alpha looks a second away from unravelling completely and Arthur feels the fierce need to take care of him. No one else, just me, I have to be his and he has to be mine.

He flushes at Merlin's next suggestion. He can't deny that he's thought about it - on those days when the tonic subdued his needs - and Arthur knows he'd love taking Merlin in the same way Merlin took him. He has no knot, of course, and his cock is much smaller than his manservant's, but ...

"You're sure?" He rolls his lips together, barely daring to believe it. Fucking Merlin. Fucking Merlin. His Alpha trusts him enough to allow him to fuck him and that's the most precious gift of all. His hole squeezes around him, tight enough to have his lashes fluttering just briefly. "Yes. I - want that. To be inside you too," he whispers, leaning down to kiss him hotly. "For us."

"For us," Merlin echoes, breathing hot and damp against the sweetness of Arthur's mouth.

"When I thought you were an Alpha," he whispers, "I used to...I used to try to open myself up, with my fingers, for you. I could never...I could get in three and it was good, but...any more and it would hurt, and I couldn't imagine taking your knot. I thought it'd tear me apart. I still wanted it, but I was scared all the same."

He reaches down, fondling Arthur's cock with a sort of lustful reverence.

"But this is perfect. You're perfect."

He dips his head, burying his face against Arthur's neck so he doesn't have to look him in the eye when he gets foolishly sentimental:

"We're made for each other, Arthur."

A soft whine curls around the back of his throat at the thought of Merlin fingering himself for him - for him. He was willing to submit to another Alpha and now he's willing to take his cock even though he's an Omega, and Arthur's heart swells with joy and something else at Merlin's shy, eager acceptance. He's right, they're made for this: Arthur to take his knot and his own cock not so large as to damage Merlin. Destiny couldn't have planned it better (and neither could a dragon and all his riddles).

"We are," he agrees a little breathlessly, sliding his hands up to cup Merlin's cheek. He kisses him soundly, then again, before stroking his hand up to card through his hair.

"Stay the night."

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