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Alpha/Beta/Omega

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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[His moans grow louder, with little yelps interspersed-- this is better, yeah, every time Arthur pounds into him it's better, and he twists beneath his master, moving in time with him, trying to make each thrust bloody well count. It'll hurt after-- it sort of hurts now, in a good way-- but that doesn't matter.

He tries slipping a hand between them, stroking at himself-- but he wants Arthur to be the one to do it, to make him finish, and so he limits himself to simply teasing, to keeping himself hard and nearly on the edge. He can't stop babbling, not for a moment-- and it really is babbling now, inane things, breathy and low--]

Arthur, please, just like that, please, don't stop, oh god--

[ they probably look frenzied together—arthur rutting near-violently into merlin, and the smaller boy moving desperately to meet every thrust he delivers. they're young, energized, and fueled by something much greater than themselves—if merlin were a female omega, arthur's drive would be partially steered by an urge to breed. though he isn't, there still exists that desperation—the need to eventually release inside of merlin, despite the genetic "waste" it will be. while the boy beneath him lets words fall freely from his mouth, arthur keeps his locked on his tongue. he's afraid of what he might let slip, what vulgar and even illogical parts of the internal monologue playing in his head he might say. ]

Agh— [ —replaces "so bloody tight, bloody perfect, yeah, yeah, god just look at you" and even more embarrassing phrases related to hypotheticals and breeding. no, where merlin is yappy and unable to stay quiet, arthur is reserved and cautious (only with his words—physically, he's all but assaulting the boy).

when he notices what merlin's doing between them, he grins against his flesh and shoos the boy's hand away from himself—replacing it with his own. his touch isn't teasing, however—it's just as fervent and rough as the way he's using the rest of merlin's body. he wants merlin to come—he wants to smell the musk of the boy's sex fill the air and his nostrils and seep into the linens of his bed so that he'll have his friend's scent around for as long as he can manage to keep it.

he wants to remember this, if there's a chance it won't ever happen again. ]

[At the touch of his hand, Merlin simply gives up. There was no resistance before, not really-- but he'd thought to hold out, to make this last just a little longer, because it's so perfect and he wants it to go on and on; he wants Arthur to fuck him like this for ages, until Merlin can barely stand--

--but now he's nearly finished, and he manages to gasp out a warning, not wanting to finish before Arthur, not wanting to spoil this in any way--]

[ merlin's body is an open book, and arthur scours its pages greedily. half of the time he doesn't know if he's snapping his hips harder to just get himself off faster or to wring a physical response from the smaller boy. and he doesn't realize it immediately, but eventually his position shifts—his face no longer pressed to merlin's neck. he holds his own weight with a hand placed to the side of the boy's body and stares down at his friend—breathing heavily, pupils blown wide in lust.

when merlin comes, he wants to see it explode behind the boy's eyes. ]

C'mon— [ a grunt. he can't hold out much longer—he can feel his knot coming on, his own impending orgasm, but he wants this to happen first—he wants the feeling of his cock leaving and then refilling the boy to aid in bringing merlin off.

he tightens the grip of his hand a bit, squeezing the head of merlin's erection at the height of each stroke. come on. ]

[It comes suddenly, all at once-- he's staring up at Arthur, moaning and whimpering, and his hand is working faster now, better (and he hadn't even known it could be better, he'd thought it was perfect until suddenly it was even more perfect)-- and then suddenly he's there, finishing hard, practically yelling as he spills over himself, and he bucks his hips hard, trying to make it perfect, trying to feel Arthur in him--]

[ arthur continues to work merlin in his hand as the boy loses it, though his hips stutter a bit in their pace—merlin's pheromones hitting his olfactory sensors with the force of a train wreck. it doesn't take much longer after that for arthur to hit his peak, and he tries to make his last few thrusts count—moving in deep and hard until his knot starts to swell and he eases down his motions in order to not hurt the smaller boy. he grinds down into him, however, and presses a fierce kiss to his servant's mouth—tongue invading and aiming to conquer immediately.

merlin's taste is what finally throws him over the edge, and with a grunt into the boy's mouth, he lets go—his body twitching and jerking slightly as he comes, and comes, and god—just thinking about how his knot is keeping it all there, inside of merlin, could get him off again if he weren't already losing himself. ]

[He cries out again as he feels Arthur finish, as he feels him fill him, and god, but he loves that, he loves the thought of that-- he squirms his hips eagerly, rutting up against Arthur, moaning into his mouth-- and when he finally finishes, when all that's left is Arthur's mouth against his own and his cock still deep in him, he bites eagerly at his bottom lip.]

Christ. Arthur, that-- Arthur--

[ he's breathing heavily through his nose, and his hair is sticking wetly to his forehead. arthur feels as if he's gone through hours of training with an added touch of euphoria, and hell, he'd probably give up training if all he had to do to say in shape was fuck merlin a bunch of times a day.

he rests his forehead on merlin's and switches to breathing out his mouth, his not being too far from merlin's—easy access, if he needed it. ]

You feel amazing. [ he's grinning, and his eyes still have that animalistic sheen to them—the vulgar stream of words in his head hasn't stopped. merlin's beneath him, came for him, and now he's filled the boy with his cum and merlin will carry his scent for at least a day or two. bedded out my skull by arthur pendragon, it'll say to anyone with a nose.

and he's too high on pheromones to see a problem with that just yet. all he wants to do is roll his hips, finish with the knotting process, then flip merlin over for a second round from a different angle.

he groans. ] Just… made for it, aren't you?

Made for you.

[He corrects that with a lazy smirk and twists his head, catching him in a slow kiss. His fingers draw slowly down his back, tracing alone his spine, the edge of his hips, teasing gently as he stares up at Arthur.

He feels right like this, filled with Arthur, having his friend atop him-- god, and he smells of him, so much so he can barely smell himself; all he can do is smell Arthur, Arthur on him, Arthur in him-- he's all but claimed, and he tilts his head back as he thinks of that.]

You weren't bad.

[ a corner of arthur's mouth raises up higher at merlin's correction, but he doesn't comment on it—just allows himself to be kissed and caressed. merlin's actions make him shiver inadvertently, his skin sensitive and alert to the boy's touch because of what they'd just done—tiny hairs rising up on the back of his neck as if he were cold. there's a breathy laugh against his friend's lips (no, that didn't tickle), and he resists the still-present urge to turn merlin's face to the side and bite down hard on his neck. oh, how easy it would be to just bond with him.

the boy was perfect… for him, at least. merlin had his flaws (yappy, socially awkward, incompetent, the list goes on and on), sure, but when it came to this—to being with him—he couldn't imagine being with anyone else and having it still feel this good. ]

Right. [ arthur rolls his eyes and tears his focus away from merlin, rubbing his messy hand off on the sheets next to the boy (he'd have merlin clean them later) and then lowering himself down onto his elbows—trying to get comfortable. ] Well, I wish I could say the same for you. Awful, really. I don't know why I'm even still here, actually. [ besides the fact that he can't move yet for a few minutes and he doesn't want to move. ]

Then you ought to teach me.

[He grins up at him, his eyes brighter now-- this is familiar and foreign all at once, teasing Arthur while his cock's still buried in him, baiting him while he's naked atop him-- Merlin fights off a shiver as he rolls his hips, trying to feel Arthur just a little more.]

Isn't that your job? Teaching your servant whatever skills he lacks.

[ he allows himself to let out a soft moan at the movement of merlin's hips, and he reciprocates—pressing down against the boy, though he wonders if it's even possible to move any further into merlin. he could feel his cock twitch, both he and it obviously pleased by the warm heat that his friend provided. it was a snug hold, not tight, but still good enough that the feeling of arousal was never too far away. ]

I fear you'd enjoy the lessons too much. [ he rests his lips against the corner of merlin's mouth—still grinning, smirking. he's amused and hopelessly enamored—for as many times as he's told his servant to shut up, he actually did enjoy the boy's blabbing. ]

And you're naturally incompetent. Who knows how long it would take you to get better… [ he kisses the boy; he can't help himself. the nerve-endings in his lips desire more contact, and he won't deny them that. ] I've the stamina, sure—but the time? I can't spend all my afternoons entertaining you in my bed.

Edited (a typo was bugging me whoops) 2013-06-30 17:45 (UTC)

So stretch it out. We've weeks, unless you're off on another mad quest.

[He grins against his mouth and kisses him again-- happily, eagerly, with a little laugh, because it's mad to be able to just turn his head and kiss Arthur, just like that, simple as anything.]

Besides-- you'd enjoy teaching. Don't bother to deny it.

I'm already sick of your presence now— [ a lie. how could he be sick of the boy when he received such pleasant kisses from him? ] —what makes you think I'll keep you around much longer? You're a shit servant—there's been no improvement there.

[ he shifts a hand up to grip lightly at merlin's hair. subtle affection—all of his actions were like this (though there's a slight tug—he wants to bare the boy's throat). ]

Whether I'd enjoy teaching you or not, there's only so much one can do before they grow bored. Do you think you can hold my attention for weeks? [ he brushes his lips over the skin of merlin's neck and lowers the volume of his voice ] Can you keep me wanting you?

[He tilts his head back further, the urge to bond with Arthur overriding every sensible thought in his head. He wants him, wants to submit with him, more than anything; any other worry is irreverent. There's only Arthur, his breath hot against his throat, his words tempting enough to make Merlin moan softly and push his hips up.]

E-easily--

[ cheeky, usually-right merlin. the movement pulls a nip out of him at the presented skin, but nothing more—nothing permanent or binding. not yet—maybe not ever. arthur's still nervous and incredibly unsure. ]

How about months?

Easily.

[He says it more confidently and rolls his hips up again, his toes curling at the friction. That nip isn't enough, but it's better than nothing; Merlin keeps his head tilted back, his throat still bared for his master (his master).]

If you think of a challenge, let me know.

[ arthur can finally feel his knot's swelling begin to decrease—as merlin moves, he's able to move inside of the other boy (just a bit). but that tiny bit is just enough—if there had been any desire that had ebbed away, it was back, and arthur moves his hips eagerly. if he could go back to full-on fucking merlin that second, he would.

time was no friend of his at the moment. neither was patience. ]

Years, then. [ it's safer to bite at merlin's chin, his bottom lip, and he continues to rock their bodies together as much as he can. ]

Arthur--

[He sighs his name out, his fingers gripping his shoulders again-- he ruts up against him, trying to get more friction, trying to inspire his partner to fuck him again (no matter he can't, not yet; he wants it nonetheless).]

That's s-still not a challenge-- just a prediction.

A prediction? Really? Isn't that a bold assumption.

[ but it has him thinking, and he brushes the hand not in merlin's hair lightly over the boy's neck—fingers gentle on his skin. when he speaks again, it's with complete seriousness. ]

…my father would have both our heads. You know that, don't you?

[He finally tilts his head back down, meeting Arthur's eyes seriously.]

My head, I think you'll find.

[He murmurs that quietly as he brushes his thumb against Arthur's cheek.]

I'd . . . I don't care. I'd rather have this than not.

[ he turns his face to press his lips to merlin's thumb, his hand moving from the other boy's neck to grab merlin's and keep it close to his mouth. arthur feels stupidly sentimental; he blames the pheromones. ]

You're an idiot. [ my idiot. ] And so am I, if I'm even considering this. God knows it's a bad idea.

We won't be caught.

[He smiles up at him, but there's a hardness in his eyes. They won't, not if they're careful-- and he will be, if that's what it takes to keep seeing Arthur.]

And you can't deny the danger of it is a bit of an appeal as well.

It's only exciting if my neck is on the line, too—and it's not. [ this is said while trying to hide a grin. yes, there is a sort of… enticing edge to it all. similar to what he'd felt when involved with gwen, but more intense—there was more to lose here, if he and merlin were caught.

bonding with someone and having them die or leave was, supposedly, one of the worst emotional pains one could ever experience. even now, unbonded, arthur feels a slight twinge of fear at the possibility of merlin being beheaded.

he could not lose him—especially if he went through with this. ]

Will your medicine mask the scent of our bond? That you belong to me?

It . . . it ought to.

[He says that almost numbly, because-- well, he wants to be bonded to Arthur, yes, of course he does, his every instinct is screaming at him to tilt his head back and offer himself to Arthur-- and even he wants to, beyond instinct, because he loves Arthur, he truly does--

--but it's one thing to fantasize about it, and another to have it presented as an option so readily.]

You mean to do it?

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knotting or no, lovely (also i'm sobbing at my lack of sexy icons)

either/or, I'm g with both (also i know right boys you need to get laid more)

okay u///u (with each other amirite)

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