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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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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?

Not yet. [ he responds almost too quickly for his liking. he doesn't want to seem insincere—like he's not actually considering bonding with the boy. ]

But I want to—and I will, in time. [ showing affection isn't one of his strong points, but he presses his face to merlin's neck in what he would deny to be nuzzling. ]

Would you think less of me if I admitted that I'm anxious? [ speaking against merlin's skin ]

I'd think less of you if you pretended not to be.

[He noses against Arthur's hair, half to inhale his scent and half to simply cuddle.]

It's-- it's beyond dangerous. And something I don't think would be easy to hide. But if you want to, I do as well. You're--

[My other half, he wants to say, but Arthur won't appreciate such intensity right now.]

It feels right.

[ it would be so easy to bond with merlin in that moment. his mouth is already against the boy's neck—if he just bit down, hard enough to break the skin, it'd be done.

but it is dangerous, so there's the need to be cautious. ]

We have to be sure, then… that we both want this even when we're not— [ he moves his hips, and god, it's much easier than it had been before. it catches arthur slightly off guard, so he huffs out a small laugh that he hopes merlin doesn't catch is actually a light groan. ]

[His fingers tighten on Arthur's shoulders; Merlin closes his eyes tightly for a moment, trying to ignore the urge to roll his hips up.]

Y-yeah. That's a good idea. A-although there's no need to end it quite now.

[ arthur grins against merlin's skin and doesn't stop the movement of his hips—thrusting shortly, gently, into the smaller boy—teasing them both. ]

Told you omegas were needy little things. Always wanting more.

And you don't?

[He manages those words, sarcastic and biting, before moaning softly against Arthur's ear.]

Arthur--

[ arthur leans back enough to look at merlin's face, and he tilts the boy's head up with fingers under his chin. he manages to keep smirking, despite his own ministrations, and his thrusts continue to stay shallow and unfulfilling. ]

But alphas weren't made for this. [ he's on the verge of upsetting himself—there's a mean edge to the look on his face, and his fingers tighten unnecessarily. ]

Give an omega just a whiff of a competent alpha, and they'll present themselves without question.

[ his hips move faster and sharply—properly fucking merlin now, but it's crude when he doesn't really mean it to be. the pheromones are having him feel one thing, and then his own true emotions are having him feel something different. biology vs. the mind… an internal war. ]

N-not true--

[There are times when Arthur's superiority drives him mad, annoys and frustrates him-- but there are times when it undeniably turns him on, and god help him, this is one of those times. Merlin stares hazily up at him, eyes clouded with lust, hips jerking desperately as he tries to make those thrusts count.]

I haven't for years-- Arthur, please--

[ arthur loves how merlin's looking at him—the nearly lost look on his face. he bites down on his own bottom lip and fixes merlin with an intense, lust-filled gaze. god, just fuck it—he snaps his hips, every movement forward into the smaller boy being hard and jerky. it's a dominance-establishing act, an alpha-esque move. he wants merlin to know, to realize, that the only person he should ever submit to should be him. ]

Years, huh?

[ his voice is low and breathy—he tugs roughly at merlin's bottom lip with his thumb and leans in closer to breath against the boy's mouth, devour his breath. he's close enough to steal a kiss, but he keeps his thumb between them as a barrier. ]

Tell me about it. Tell me about your first heat—about really smelling an alpha for the first time. About wanting them in you so badly you cry and rut against your sheets. [ his words are punctuated with small pauses from the force of his thrusting, but he doesn't slow down. ] Was it that Will kid? Hm? Was he the first you ever wanted?

[ yeah, he's jealous—and yeah, he's taking out his feelings on merlin's body… but he's allowed to be upset. he's a prince. ]

[Oh. This has taken a bit of a nasty turn-- god knows he doesn't want to think of Will, especially not now. Merlin's distracted enough, god knows-- he lets slip another moan, desperate and low, and arches his back up-- only to him, yes, only his, there's no one he'd ever want more--]

I've-- nn-- I've done that to you-- to the thought of you, I used to jerk off, to f-fuck myself with my fingers and pretend it was you--

[There. True enough, and it ought to divert his attention from Will (and he is right, it was Will, but Arthur doesn't need to know that).]

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