Alpha/Beta/Omega Meme

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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!

Comments

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[ John can't help it. Even on suppressants, he's still an Alpha. His mouth goes for the neck and it's only by Sherlock pushing him back and giving him a command that a fight is prevented. John has to clench his fists by his sides but he remains leaning against the door, waiting for Sherlock.

The look he gives Sherlock is full of want and heat.

He continues to remain where he is even when Sherlock returns, eyes once again locked with his and licking his lips. ]

[seesobserves]

[That gets an intrigued little tic of an eyebrow back at John. He'd taken the offer for pure self-sacrifice... but maybe not.

Should make things easier.

His belt rattles open, and he twists apart the top button of his trousers. From there his hands transfer back to John, to John's belt. He tries a kiss: experimental, exploratory. Just how interested is his flatmate?]

[acclimatize]

[ Initially, that had been the motivation on John's end. If it ended up becoming more... Well, he was falling back on the fact Sherlock's scent was quite strong in close quarters and he had resisted it for a long time before giving in to it.

As Sherlock is starting to undo his belt, John can feel the front of his paints start to tighten uncomfortably. But the hands on his belt, and then the kiss. It was like a slow fire rolled through his whole body, making him shiver before he's returning the kiss with confidence, leaning forward in it to deepen it if allowed as much.

His own doubts and pride had held a lot of what he felt back, buried from everyone. And maybe, possibly, fear had played a part in it. Fear of pushing Sherlock away, fear of ruining the relationship that meant more to him than anything else. Fear of what it meant about himself to feel such things for another Alpha...

He had heard of it happening, two Alphas being able to satisfy each other, being able to mate, but it wasn't common. It was so uncommon that people speculated it was a myth rather than fact. ]

[seesobserves]

[He can feel John's 'response' through layers of fabric as their hips brush together, causing friction against his own.

Biology. He's never had the most complete grasp on it. He understands that bedsheets or a toy or whatever substitute one chooses to name will never be quite as satisfying as real flesh, he has enough of a hold on the science to understand that that's the way it works, but why is a question that remains out of reach, largely because of Sherlock's obstinate insistence that it shouldn't be that way if he doesn't want it to be.

Yet instinctively, automatically, he likes it when John shivers and presses back against him.

As per usual, he's not thinking about social standards and expectations, and so his reaction is immediate. One hand fists in John's hair -- which is short, but not too short to grasp and pull, if one is determined -- while the other scoops under a hip and tries to lift John up, to bring his face up closer to level with Sherlock's. To allow him to wrap his legs around Sherlock's hips. Sherlock has always been stronger than he appears -- not to mention that the hormones surging through him grant something of a boost.

He presses forward again, almost slamming John's back against the door.]

[acclimatize]

[ He lets out a moan into the kiss as he feels the pressure returned, their groins pressing together as one leg curls around Sherlock after getting over the initial shock of being lifted up. He makes a grunt when his body hits the door but he doesn't push Sherlock off or away. A part of him wants to, that's what makes the other leg slow to join the other one around Sherlock.

But the desire for more sensation, the have more of the other Alpha on him, against him, overrides that desire entirely and what follows is hungry. Almost desperate.

One hand clings to Sherlock's back, the other is trying to get his shirt undone and open. ]

[seesobserves]

[There's a few dry thrusts, the aim of which is nothing more than a bit of sensation while John is grappling with his shirt, and -- clothes. Such an impediment. Sherlock lets a huff of frustrated breath out through his nostrils even as their mouths are locked together. Over a year of pent-up sexual repression; he's far more impatient than he even knew.

But he's going to have to put John down again. So he does, and allows his shirt to get pulled from his shoulders and onto the floor before his hands shoot for the fastenings of John's trousers. Off.]

[acclimatize]

[ After he's set down, John lets his head roll back onto the door, eyes closed and breathing hard, trying to catch his breath from that kiss. His hands are on Sherlock's chest, rubbing blindly at the muscle there as his pants are being undone. He doesn't resist. Simply twists his hips in an effort to aid in his undressing.

He wants to grab Sherlock by the head and pull him in for another kiss but his hands move downward, instead. Not just undoing Sherlock's pants, cupping him through the fabric. ]

[seesobserves]

[He's hard inside his boxer briefs already, internal chemistry priming for release -- but he stiffens further at the touch. Friction and heat with the promise of more... It pulls a sound out of Sherlock, a half-voiced exhale almost like a growl.

He barely pulls John's jeans and underwear over his hips; too far down and John won't be able to spread his legs, too far down and they'll have to deal with shoes and there's no time for that right now. He won't even be dealing with John's shirt yet. In addition to its removal being unnecessary, it also provides a useful handle: Sherlock grabs John at the shoulder to turn him around. Face to the door.

He reaches for the lubricant then. An Omega would be wet and ready. John will need some help. He dispenses a healthy amount onto his fingers... then, while his left arm wraps around John's front, forearm laid across the collarbone, his right hand slips downward, one finger teasing at the entrance.

Sherlock's breath passes over John's hair:] Yes?

[acclimatize]

[ This isn't the first time John's been made sexually frustrated by the very invention of clothes but it all seems to vanish when he finds himself face to face with their door. He lets out a growl of his own before that arm is wrapping around his chest and that finger is touching him in a way none have before.

He makes a startled sort of noise before he's letting his forehead fall to the door, breathing out his response. ]

God, yes.

[ Because Sherlock needs it and John, despite his nature, wants it. ]

[seesobserves]

[No hesitation, no point in teasing any more than he already has. Sherlock is ready for the instant John says yes. He presses his finger inside, up to the knuckle. Draws it back out halfway before pressing in again, as he leans down and grazes his teeth over a patch of skin on John's neck. Instinct, the urge to exert dominance over his would-be Omega. You're mine.

Then it's back to simply holding John close to him, holding himself together just enough to keep cognizant of John's readiness. A few more slow thrusts with his finger before he carefully adds a second. Both fingers are slick, and he feels the skin tighten around them.]

[acclimatize]

[ John gives out a cry at the first finger, soft, almost wanton. He keeps his forehead pressed to the door, his hands turning into fists against the wood. His muscles are busy trying to relax against the intrusion of the other Alpha's finger when he feels the teeth on his neck. He breathes out a shaky breath, eyes closed as a shiver goes through him.

One hand goes up to grip at the arm around him, not trying to remove it but using it as an anchor of sorts as Sherlock adds another finger. He moans as he feels his muscles clench again, working at flexing them around the digits. He pushes back slightly against them, not just to get himself used to the feeling of something inside him but also to practice the movement. He honestly wasn't used to this. ]

[seesobserves]

[Sherlock's being as gentle as he can be given the scenario, not to mention his overall nature. It isn't in him to be gentle. Not typically.

But this is John. Who, never mind how much he's enjoying it, chose to offer himself under highly unusual circumstances. Even if Sherlock was trying to forget that fact, he wouldn't have been able to. Not with John's scent filling up his lungs. Not with him giving those moans.

Sherlock himself isn't making much of any sound, save for the occasional low growl or choked, frustrated grunt. This isn't precisely a familiar turn of events for him, either, and his body only registers the time spent getting John ready as more time having to wait... still, he focuses on establishing a rhythm with his fingers.

When he's satisfied that John's prepared -- or maybe he just got tired of waiting, maybe the tension and those noises John was making just got to be too much, but in any case, it reads as good enough -- he slides his fingers back out slowly. Fumbles for the lube one-handed, because he doesn't want to release John from his grip.

The bottle clatters to the floor between their feet after a moment; Sherlock's got what he needs.

Next problem: the angle. John's too short in comparison to Sherlock for him to simply take him like this. In the moment, Sherlock's too eager to work out anything apart from lifting John up again. One-armed this time with his arm around John's waist. He's breathing hard from the effort, nostrils flaring, but -- he does what he can to share some of John's weight with the door -- it's going to be worth it.

He lines himself up and presses inside. Slow as he can, mindful of tender skin.]