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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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[ there's a laugh; he can't help it. his heart feels light at the sound of merlin's pleas—fluttering with affection. he could spend eternity listening to the boy say his name like that—needing him in this way.

and only him. always only him. ]

Shh, I know—I know— [ he finally stops the teasing, his hand closing around merlin's cock and tugging at it slowly and firmly. it's almost a bit too hard to multitask—to fuck the boy while touching him—but arthur manages it. ]

God, you— [ he laughs again, nervous, and there's no humor this time ] You don't even understand, how much—how I want to just, lock you—away. Away from everyone. [ the hand still at merlin's face drops down to lightly grip his throat. he might be thinking about will again (he is), and it makes him angry, infuriated. not at merlin, but it's hard to channel those emotions elsewhere.

so his thrusts become a little rougher—harder. he doesn't speed up; there's just more power put into his movements. ]

Arthur--

[What's meant as a warning comes out as another moan, low and dirty, and Merlin has to close his eyes as he pushes his hips to meet Arthur's thrusts.]

Y-you know I'm yours-- always yours--

Only mine. [ it's harsh, a growl of a sound, because it's important that this point is made. he can't bond with merlin, not now, but he wants the boy to know that it'll be as if they'd gone through with it. and arthur will be good on his end; there wasn't anyone he wanted as much as the boy, anyways. ]

Y-yeah--

[He can't do much more than gaspingly agree right now-- but he does mean it, because there's no one who lights up his life like Arthur, who's more important, who inspires such a complicated array of feelings in him. No one else could possibly interest him; Merlin knows that without having to think.

And now he's approaching his second orgasm, but he fights off the feeling, not wanting it to end just yet-- more, he wants more, but Arthur's hand is quick and sure and soon Merlin is whining urgently, his back arching as he pushes up--]

[ he likes being able to manipulate merlin's body, and the human part of him is eager to catalogue these reactions and eventually learn everything there is to making the boy fall apart. the thought of spending evenings with merlin in his bed and at his mercy brings him closer to his own climax, though he turns his focus to merlin's impending one and upping the friction and speed of his hand to help the boy along.

he drops his face to his friend's neck to deliver open-mouth kisses and soft bites to his skin; the urge to claim him is there, strong and enticing, but he doesn't yield. just teases with the though as he lets his teeth catch along merlin's flesh—the force of his thrusts jostling the placement of his mouth with every move forward he makes. ]

[It's a combination of everything that pushes him over the edge, because it's all nearly overwhelming-- Arthur's hand, and his cock; his breath hot against his throat, teasing at the thought of bonding-- and even if he won't, not yet, even if it's just teasing, it's still enough to make the omega in Merlin sit up and beg; it's enough that his body kicks into overdrive. Please the alpha, and what would please Arthur more than watching him come?

It's loud, louder than he wants or means to be, loud enough that as soon as it's over he begins worrying about people hearing-- but it doesn't matter, nothing matters except finishing, except feeling Arthur still fucking him as he shakes from his climax--]

[ for a brief moment, arthur worries about the guards stationed outside of his chambers—that they'll hear merlin's cries (though what could they possibly do?). then the fear leaves him, replaced by an almost suffocating feeling of lust as he pulls back to watch merlin come undone beneath him.

it's an amazing sight. arthur drinks in the way the boy's body moves and how his back arches, and he's swept over by a wave of affection—the alpha in him thoroughly pleased by the display. he's murmuring words that he doesn't realize he's letting out, soft things like prefect, mine, and let go. he feels the liquid proof of merlin's orgasm coat the fingers of his hand, and once again it's wiped off on his sheets (more prurient thoughts would have him taste it, but that was for another time).

he continues to move into the smaller boy after merlin is spent with hard, sharp, fulfilling thrusts—his peak not yet reached. it would be soon, though; he could feel it in his abdomen, at the way it tightened as he delivered each snap of his hips. no, he wouldn't be long, now. ]

[He's sore and spent, tired and temporarily out of it-- but being fucked is still a pleasant sensation, something that makes him squirm and cry out softly. He wants to drive Arthur along, make him reach his peak with the thought of Merlin on his mind--]

You're so-- god, you're so good, it's b-better than I imagined, better than anything, you feel so wonderful, I'll be able t-to feel it for days and remember--

[ he groans, not caring about trying to keep it in. merlin was too good at this—too good at saying just the right thing to rile him up, make him want the boy even more. the sound trails off into something strained as his breath hitches and he feels his knot begin to swell, and the rhythm of his thrusts stutters as he tries to hold on just, a bit, longer—

when he finally begins to come, he presses his mouth to merlin's—hard and demanding. he doesn't wait for any sort of pliancy as he licks inside the boy's mouth, needing to drown all of his senses in everything merlin has to offer. ]

[He kisses back hungrily, his fingers tangling in Arthur's hair, his legs curling up to wrap around his waist as he rocks his hips in time to Arthur's final thrusts. And he moans against the kiss, loud and wanton, as if he wants nothing more to than to be filled by Arthur, claimed by him, smelling to everyone that he belongs to him--]

[ a bath probably won't be able to completely rid either merlin or arthur of each other's scent, though that thought is lost to arthur right now. it'll hit him when he realizes he still has morning practice to go to and various council meetings; it'll hit him when he's no longer under the spell of merlin's intoxicating pheromones.

his hips begin to slow down, his thrusts tapering off as the size of his knot starts to hinder his movement. eventually, he stops completely—except for his lips, which continue to claim merlin's with a passionate fervor that he feels will consume him. he breathes harshly through his nose, not wanting to end the kiss just yet—needing this moment more than he'd ever be able to confess. ]

[The kiss is different, somehow-- still sexual, yes, still with a fierceness that makes his mouth ache and his toes curl-- but there's something emotional behind it, something that makes him push his fingers gently through Arthur's hair, trying to keep him centered as he returns the kiss.]

[ arthur can feel the intensity of the kiss—can hear every word being said through the action. he holds merlin's face in his hands and it's a gentle but firm grip—softer and filled with more meaning than any shoulder-pat or one-armed hug he's ever given the boy.

it's a suffocating feeling; he's embarrassed and endeared at the same time, and it takes a good bit of willpower to keep from pulling away, from making everything awkward. he should just bond with merlin, get the act over with, make it bloody official already because if he had to deal with this—

feeling like this and not having the boy—

he'd go insane. ]

[He thrills in the affection and fondness and love, desperate for it like he always is-- and, like he always does, returns it full-force, his free hand curling around the back of Arthur's neck, his other pushing through his hair again, both actions gentle but possessive. Mine, and he will not permit anyone else to take his place, because he is Arthur's and Arthur is his, and no one could possibly compare with either of them.]

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