#The 'alpha' being very masculine and doing his best to provide for the omega's needs

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Always hilarious when people complain about fanon!craig being overly macho while fanon!tweek is the twinkiest twink that has ever twinked. My guy, they were literally assigned seme and uke roles in canon. What did you expect

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Currently Untitled Omegaverse Zukka fic idea; the one where Sokka is the Omega and Zuko is the Alpha, also they’re in an arranged marriage

I’m typically a creature of habit, call it being boring, blame my autism, whatever you think it may be, but I generally write Zuko as an Omega in my Omegaverse stories and that doesn’t change. Except for this one.

In which, the war ends earlier, but not early enough. It’s two years after Kya’s death when word that the Fire Nation’s declaration of war has been lifted by the new Fire Lord, the once-known General Iroh. Sokka, Katara and Hakoda are still heavy with grief, unable to reconcile the news with their hearts so throughly shattered. The South can’t exactly turn their nose up at gestures of peace, but years later, when a letter from the Fire Nation Crown arrives seeking an Omega bride for the Alpha Crown Prince, it’s with a hardened determination that Sokka accepts to ensure their still struggling community gains access to the resources it needs.

Warnings: past mentions of abuse of all kinds, Omega slutshaming and Alpha toxic masculinity, racism, and ptsd.

I’ve already explained one side of the backstory just above, but let’s delve a little deeper anyway:

For the most part, canon is much the same with Ursa being forced to do away with Azulon and fleeing, Ozai usurping, and Iroh traveling, mourning as he goes on a spiritual journey. Unfortunately, no one realized how vulnerable this left Zuko, who had already become much of a thorn in Ozai’s side for his general weakness. Ozai is certain that Zuko is destined to present as Omega, and with little regard for his son, he allows some harmful things to happen to Zuko as long as the ones doing it don’t leave any obvious traces. This abuse abruptly ends when Iroh returns and Zuko is once again safe, but only so long as he’s in Iroh’s space, which the prince naturally clings to.

Then the war meeting happens, and while Zuko is still unpresented, his father goes along with the Agni Kai. Iroh can’t stop the fight, but after he has the power to challenge Ozai on the basis of his outright cruelty towards a child. Iroh wins that fight, Ozai is stripped of his title as the Dragon of the West takes his rightful place, and Zuko is now safe though at such a terrible cost.

Azula, shocked by her uncle’s ability to so throughly thrash her father, who she had always believed was stronger, was given a wake up call. She was sent away for a while but when she returned, there was a calmness about her that no one had ever seen before, and a warm strength that had entered her bending that had previously been missing. From then on, she seemed like a steadfast supporter of her uncle and brother, who was still recovering from the trauma of everything happening so fast in his life.

Zuko presented late, nearly 18, as an Alpha, shocking everyone including his uncle who had believed Zuko was a Beta by that point. It was determined that the sexual abuses he had suffered likely stunted his body’s natural presentation, but after he was like a weed, growing quick and strong even over such a short amount of time

It was determined after a year that Zuko should find a mate, and also one that might help strengthen the ties with another nation now that the war had been ended for several years. Anyone of high rank would do, but another royal was best. However, the Princess of the Northern Water Tribe was long mated herself, and the Earth King was a Beta and already had a wife (though it was clear their marriage was also political). Through Iroh’s contacts they received word that the Southern Water Tribe had an Omega of marriageable age that was a child of the High Chief Hakoda. The South so very rarely communicated with the Northern Tribe but this knowledge was at least sound.

Which leads us to the main story: Sokka is 18, just of marriage age when the letter arrives. He’s “made his peace” with his own presentation, though in his earlier years Sokka resented his Omega status. Now, he knows being an Omega means he can have children, but it doesn’t mean he can’t provide for them too. It means he’s expected to run a household, but that means he’s expected to be clever and adaptable. And he’s expected to mate an Alpha, but Hakoda and Katara were always so very clear that it was his choice on who he mated, and so far Sokka had not felt any draw towards anyone in their very small Tribe.

Hakoda is almost immediately going to reply with a negative to the letter but Sokka stops him, telling him it’s Sokka’s own choice and he only needs think on it a moment. Katara is adamant it’s a fake offer and wants to send a very dramatic message back but Sokka insists it’s still his decision first and foremost. And in the end, he decides it’s better for their Tribe. He has no real prospects otherwise and this way, at least he can guarantee his marriage will lead to some good.

Before he leaves, Katara offers to use her bending to basically give Sokka a hysterectomy to ensure he doesn’t have to bear children for the Fire Prince, but Sokka isn’t willing to risk anyone finding out and calling it a betrayal, knowing it would likely be taken out on the Southern Tribe itself. So it’s with lots of frustration and tears that Katara and Hakoda send Sokka on a journey to the Fire Nation to become Zuko’s bride. No one can go with Sokka, as the Tribe has dwindled so small since the Southern Raiders, every body needed for the hunt and fishing, or for tending the small patches of root farms and livestock, or for foraging in the sparse growing seasons. With this marriage Sokka only feels relief his absence won’t harm them further; they’re promised lots of meat and cloth in just the first shipment of goods.

Sokka is immediately overwhelmed when he’s brought to the Fire Nation. There’s just so much around, like every inch not paved over is full of greenery and there’s just bodies everywhere; so many Alpha, Omega and Beta milling about, children screaming and giggling as they play underfoot. Strange creatures he’s never seen before are pulling carts and being ridden, and even his own transportation from the boat to the Fire Palace is drawn by incredibly large reptile hybrids.

The Palace is also overwhelmingly huge. Nothing in the South ever was taller than a single story, unless you counted there being a cellar under a home. Here the buildings could go three, four, sometimes five floors above the ground level. Sokka almost faints from the number of stairs he climbs, but that’s also likely due to the heat. It’s scorching in the Fire Nation, and he hardly has clothing that could be comfortable.

By the time Sokka makes it to the throne room where Fire Lord Iroh, Crown Prince Zuko and Princess Azula are waiting, Sokka feels like he’s about to shatter. Which doesn’t get any better when some Sage or whatever starts talking, droning on and on about political ties and bonds of blood. Sokka is somewhat aware of the darkness clouding around his vision but he isn’t fast enough to stop himself from fainting this time, crumpling in front of the royal family before even all the formalities have been addressed.

Sokka wakes up in a small but open room, a window cracked to let in a breeze and a wet but now room temperature compress on his forehead. Sokka is embarrassed beyond all measure but a sprightly girl, Ty Lee, appears out of nowhere and helps Sokka to sit up so he can eat some plain rice and drink down several sips of water. She explains that she’s a friend of the family and an Omega as well, so it was decided to have her help attend to Sokka before the wedding. He’s grateful for the company but not sure if the wedding is still on after his display. She just giggles at him and says it’s clear he was just so stunned by the handsomeness of the prince that he couldn’t help but swoon. Sokka indulges that assessment if it makes her (and others) feel better.

If anything, Sokka isn’t sure about the prince. He just knew that Zuko had a large burn on his face and that the man was constantly scowling. He was certain Zuko found Sokka wanting in every way, but Sokka felt he couldn’t fully blame the guy. Sokka was pretty buff for an Omega, having packed on muscles as he trained with the other young adults in the village to ensure nothing like the southern raiders ever happened again. And he kept a typical warrior’s wolf tail despite being an Omega. He didn’t have fine dresses or a natural softness about him that spirits tales always seem to box Omega into. He was just… Sokka.

But Sokka was determined to get married to the Alpha Prince. He wouldn’t back down from nerves and put his tribe in jeopardy. But this also means he has to start acting like a true Omega, and while Sokka is up for a challenge it feels also like a life sentence.

There’s a few formal dinners and events Sokka is required to attend before the wedding is prepared. Zuko is always at Sokka’s side for those, but he only takes Sokka’s arm when required and immediately release it once he’s allowed. He hardly speaks to Sokka and usually with monosyllabic sentences. And Zuko never, ever looks Sokka in the eye. It’s both relieving and insulting.

Eventually Sokka confront Zuko for being so standoffish and insists that when they’re married they’re going to need to exist in the same spaces. This only seems to agitate Zuko more and he leaves without defending his actions. He does apologize later but when they don’t have a chance to talk about why.

The wedding comes, and the wedding night approaches, and while Zuko managed to stay at Sokka’s side up until then, he disappears before they head to bed and Sokka wakes up still alone.

And the same thing happens the next day. And the next day. And the next day.

At this point, Sokka is tired of being alone and ignored, so he just… starts doing his own thing. Being an “ideal Omega” has never been his goal in life so he’s just Done. He made it past the hard part, so at this point Sokka is certain as long as he doesn’t truly offend anyone he can start being himself again.

From there I want to explore a lot of themes regarding forced gender roles and stereotyping, and how Zuko and Sokka both have their own issues regarding their secondary genders. There’s also a lot of healing that has to be done. Zuko needs to try and give Sokka a chance, of course, but so much of his reluctance is tied to his own past experiences leaving him terrified of intimacy.

I feel like Azula is gonna be a fun character here too. She’s a lot gentler with her brother and more… accommodating towards Iroh, but she still has her sharpness. Eventually Aang will also get discovered again too, but that will be a while.

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Sweeter Than Sugar (Ch 4)

Collab fic with @send-me-your-hcs

Summary: Tony is a man of refinement. Only the best, the highest quality specimens get added to his collection. Peter, a beautiful and very rare male omega, quickly becomes his favorite of all his pets. The perfect omega deserves an equally-perfect alpha. (Or: An a/b/o au where pet owner!Tony forcibly mates Peter and Bucky together for his own enjoyment.)

Warnings: Underage, noncon, a/b/o au, dark!Tony, confinement, forced pet play dynamics, forced mating/in heat cycles, forced daddy kink, forced feminization, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

. . . .

Peter is the perfect picture of obedience after that day.

He’s still shy, of course. He’ll probably always be shy. But now, when Tony enters the boy’s kennel, he doesn’t need to use the leash to drag Peter towards him, or snap his fingers to beckon Peter to come kneel at his feet. Peter is wary of him, that much is obvious, but he seems to have finally made the connection that his quality of life drastically improves each time he shows his Daddy the proper respect and affection.

Having a mate to use as leverage just makes everything easier.

Peter seems to already be head-over-heels for his beefy alpha. Tony can’t help but wonder how much of that love is chemically-induced, a biological function honed after millions of years of evolution to ensure successfully-mated pairs stay together and procreate, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the boy’s affections are genuine. He studies the pair closely when they’re together, and Bucky is…

Bucky is a dream.

The alpha is absolutely smitten. Ridiculously, almost unbelievably soft with Tony’s princess. Every one of their interactions is peppered in little acts of love that make Tony’s heart melt.

Bucky, for instance, never eats first whenever he and Peter are fed together, despite that being an evolutionary instinct bred into most alphas. They are the protectors, the providers, the hunters – they need the most food, need to refuel often to keep their energy up, to keep their packs safe, unless of course their omega is pregnant. Bucky, however, won’t even look at the food that is brought to them until Peter has eaten first, as if he’s concerned Tony isn’t feeding his favorite pet enough throughout the day.

He’ll hand-feed his little omega so tenderly, Peter tucked into his lap, often impaled on his long dick. Peter is so short compared to his tall alpha; even in his lap, the top of his head only barely brushes Bucky’s throat, his soft curls tickling the underside of Bucky’s jaw, tucked beneath his chin like Tony built them in his lab to fit together.

Sometimes he feels like he did. The pair are a match made in heaven; Peter, soft and sweet and shy, but hiding a pair of claws sharp enough to draw blood if backed into a corner. Small and unspeakably cute, with fair, feminine features and a lithe body just begging for corruption.

The polar opposite to Bucky, whose hard-shelled exterior is rough, brutish and foreboding, a human weapon on the outside, but inside, apparently the alpha is hiding a tender heart so full of love he can’t keep it all inside now that Peter has cracked his shell. Huge, hulking muscles cover every inch of his imposing body, a body capable of doing great harm, tempered by the love he clearly feels for his smaller mate.

They are a sight to behold, and oh, Tony beholds them often. He’s generous enough to let them stay together most days, but Peter is still new to his collection, and he has to be careful to make sure the boy doesn’t forget who must always remain first in his heart. To remind him, he keeps the boy upstairs with him in his penthouse for the better part of each day, making Peter earn it if he wants to spend the evenings with his alpha.

He’s not cruel about it. He doesn’t ask for anything terrible, doesn’t make Peter do anything that would infringe upon his mating bond with Bucky. He does, however – as he does with all his pets – insist upon a certain amount of physical affection from Peter that the boy has, until now, almost completely denied him.

He’s much more handsy. In the mornings, he’ll bring Peter his breakfast and pet the boy’s hair as he sits at his little table, eating from his pet bowls. Peter still grips the dishes with both hands, holding them as if he could lift them to his mouth, seemingly unable to accept that they’re magnetically stuck to the tabletop, requiring him to bend over and eat from them like the pretty little pet he is. Peter used to flinch away and refuse to eat with Tony in the room, but now, the boy obediently slurps and consumes his meal while Tony plays with his hair, petting him and stroking down his back with soft, gentle hands.

As a thank-you for each meal, Tony expectantly bends down so Peter can kiss his cheek and mutter a soft, “Thank you, Daddy,” in his sweet little voice. Sometimes he’ll ruffle the boy’s hair in return, other times he’ll kiss the back of the boy’s hand, letting his lips linger on that supple skin. It’s all about exposure. Peter needs to get used to being touched and handled by him, until it’s as natural as being touched and handled by Bucky.

Post-meal cuddles become a daily occurrence. Once Peter has polished off his dishes, Tony takes a seat on his plush pet bed, patting his lap and beckoning the boy over to him. Peter is shy about it, but he doesn’t refuse. He knows better by now. Tony only had to – lightly, mind you – threaten him once after the boy’s punishment.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he had said, voice even, gaze locked on Peter’s worried frown. “Don’t keep Daddy waiting. Don’t you want to see your alpha tonight? Daddy would hate to have to arrange another playdate like the one you had last time.”

That was all it took to make Peter scurry forward on his knees, crawling into Tony’s lap with a level of terrified desperation that made the man smile. Since then, Peter hasn’t needed any reminders – all Tony has to do is pat his thighs, and the boy obediently crawls forward, making himself at home in his Daddy’s lap right where he belongs.

Tony cuddles him long and lovingly after each meal. He’ll trail soft, tender hands over the boy’s thighs, his hips, his sides, his shoulders, arms, neck, hair. He’ll place gentle kisses everywhere his lips can reach, smiling when Peter shivers and shifts in his lap. He wonders what he smells like to a mated omega like Peter. As a beta, does he even have any scent at all? Is it threatening the way another alpha’s would be, or repulsive due to their biological incompatibility? Does Peter have to sit there and endure the scent of someone who isn’t his mate touching him, or does the lack of any scent at all remind him that Tony is not a threat to his bond, but his loving owner who gave it to him in the first place?

He doesn’t know which he prefers.

After a full week of Peter being the most gentle, the most sweet, the most perfectly obedient little pet Tony could ask for, he decides a special treat is due. Peter still needs time to realize that Tony is a loving, generous owner when his pets have pleased him, and oh, Peter has pleased him very much over the last seven days.

After the boy’s lunch, Tony sits on Peter’s princess bed, smiling as the boy straddles his lap without being asked first. Greedy little thing, plopping into Tony’s lap like he belongs there. Tony grins and gives the boy a tender kiss on his forehead, his hands brushing over Peter’s sleek metal collar, feeling that lithe body tense and quiver beneath his fingertips.

“Easy, my love,” he soothes. His thumb brushes over the fingerprint scanner – not the shock-inducer on the right, the other one, on the left – and Peter’s chain pops free from the ring at the back of his collar with a gentle click. “Daddy has a surprise for you.”

Peter eyes him warily. The only place he’s been brought so far outside of his kennel has been Bucky’s cell, and each time, the chain stayed firmly attached. Tony hasn’t removed it once since he first brought Peter home. He can tell the unfamiliarity makes apprehensive anxiety storm inside of his princess’s tiny body, and the thought of that makes his heart clench, makes him lean forward and pepper Peter’s soft eyelids with gentle kisses.

“Don’t be frightened, my sweet, beautiful boy,” he says. “This is a reward for being such a good boy for your Daddy all week. Come along.” He hoists Peter into his arms, bridal style, carrying him through the door JARVIS so graciously opens.

He’s wanted to lounge with Peter in his lavish living room for weeks, now, and the ability to finally do so makes him giddy. He smiles at how Peter’s wide-eyed gaze instantly fixates on the glass wall, peering into his own cell from the other side for the very first time. He takes in every detail, every personalized touch, not bothering to spare the rest of the room around them so much as a glance as Tony settles in on his favorite armchair, Peter nestled firmly in his lap.

Peter gives him a sweet, uncertain glance when Tony pets the boy’s naked flank.

“Do you like it?” he asks softly. His other hand comes up and plays with the bow and bell decorating the front of Peter’s slim collar. “Daddy made it just for you, princess.”

Peter glances at his cell again. Tony can tell something about his choice in décor offends him – most likely the pastel pinks and whites, the princess theme, the overly-feminine style. He suspects Peter’s been talked down to and feminized his entire life for being unlucky enough to be born such a rare, endangered gender. He wonders if anyone has ever celebrated his masculinity in a positive, nonsexual way in the boy’s entire, very short life. He doubts it.

But Peter is his good, wonderful, perfectly obedient boy, so he nods his pretty little head and softly says, “Yes Daddy, thank you,” in a tone sweet enough for Tony to overlook the obvious lie.

“I’m glad,” he says, smiling and pecking Peter on the cheek. “Get comfy, baby, you’re going to help Daddy do some shopping today.”

Peter gives him a confused look as he’s turned, sitting with his back to Tony’s chest, relaxing as best he can in the bigger man’s lap. Tony settles in against the back of his chair and parts Peter’s legs over his thighs, loving how they’re so short, Peter’s feet don’t have a hope in hell of touching the floor. He kisses the crown of Peter’s head and picks up his tablet, holding it in front of both of them so Peter can see it as he turns on the screen.

It opens to the page Tony saved earlier; a catalogue of custom alpha cock covers. Peter sucks in a shocked breath and wiggles, excited or uncomfortable, it’s too hard to tell without seeing the boy’s face. Tony hugs him a little tighter and starts scrolling through the wide selection of items on offer as he explains, “This is your surprise, baby. For being such a good boy for me, Daddy’s going to buy you and Bucky a fun toy to play with. I know sometimes you want to be knotted without making such a mess, and that’s where these come in handy.”

He can practically feel Peter’s temperature spiking a hundred degrees as he taps on one of the covers, opening a new page that displays the item up-close, along with all its details and features.

“These are custom-made covers that some bonded pairs use to prevent pregnancy. They slip right over the head – see? Some go all the way down, some are made tight enough to keep an alpha from knotting. These ones stretch at the bottom, see that? They go right over the alpha’s knot so he can still fit it inside. Some even have a strap that goes behind the balls, but, well. Poor Bucky’s balls are just too big to fit something like that, I’m afraid.” He kisses Peter’s head again, swiping left to return to the catalogue. “You’re going to pick whichever one you want.”

Peter squirms in his lap. He doesn’t take or touch the pad, seemingly frozen. “They…” he says at last, timid, frightened. “They all…um. They all look too small, Daddy. I don’t want…if it’ll hurt Bucky, I…I don’t…”

The poor thing is scared senseless. Tony chuckles softly and hugs him, cooing instantly. “Oh, baby, my darling boy, no, you needn’t worry about that. They make each one custom based on the alpha’s size. When we order one, Daddy will send in Bucky’s exact measurements to make sure they make it comfortable and pain-free. This is a reward, okay? For being so good for me. It’s not going to hurt either of you.”

His heart melts when Peter sags with relief, perhaps the most relaxed he’s ever been in Tony’s arms. “Thank you, Daddy,” he says, genuinely grateful. “I, um. I get to pick?”

Tony grins and nuzzles the back of his princess’s neck. God, he loves him. He loves him so much. “You get to pick, sweetheart.” He hands the boy the tablet, using his now-free hands to hug and hold him tight. “Whichever one you want. Go on.”

Peter mumbles another quiet thank you as he scrolls through the selection. The tips of his ears are red where they stick through his dark, chocolatey curls. Tony shamelessly buries his face in his hair and scents those soft, bouncy curls, loving the flowery scent of Peter’s specialized shampoo. He’s glad that Peter doesn’t seem to be trying to figure out how to minimize the shopping catalogue so he can make a call or send a message – not that Tony left those features enabled, mind you. Peter has no chance of asking anyone for help, but he’s proud the boy doesn’t even think to try.

They sit together for the better part of an hour while Peter browses through the different covers on offer. He seems to take his job very seriously. Tony loves that he seems to deliberate only on covers that have dual-pleasure-enhancing features; covers with ridges both inside and out, covers that vibrate, that have increased suction for the alpha’s pleasure and increased size, length and girth for the omega’s. Peter instantly dismisses every cover that is designed to only pleasure the omega partner, and the sweetness of that absolutely warms Tony’s heart.

In the end, Peter chooses a modest but very well-designed cover with all the bells and whistles. It’s a shorter model, only 14” compared to the standard 16”, with a stretch base designed to comfortably squeeze the alpha’s knot, bumps on the outside to increase the omega’s pleasure, suction inside to increase the alpha’s, and an extra inch of girth to ensure maximum fulfillment. Peter blushes as he adds the item to their cart, selecting the desired cover in a pale blue shade that Tony notices matches Bucky’s eyes.

God, his pets are so painfully cute.

“Got the one you wanted, baby?” he asks gently. Peter nods and hands the tablet back, so that Tony can enter Bucky’s exact measurements – memorized long ago, thank you very much – and finalize the order. He makes sure to pay for same-day shipping, grinning at the thought of the look on Bucky’s face when Peter shyly hands it to him that night.

“Good job, little one, you picked a very nice cover for your alpha,” he praises, smiling as Peter blushes adorably. “I’m sure Bucky will absolutely love it.”

Peter squirms, embarrassed. “I hope so…”

“I know he will.” Tony gently turns the boy in his lap, encouraging Peter to face him, loving the sight of that red, humiliated face. “Now. What do you say to Daddy for buying you such a nice gift, princess?”

Peter shyly glances up at him, but doesn’t hesitate. He places both hands on his shoulders, whispers, “Thank you for my nice gift, Daddy,” and leans up to kiss him gently on the cheek.

Tony smiles, cups the back of the boy’s head and pulls him in close. “Anything for you, kitten,” he says, holding Peter’s head absolutely still as he presses their lips together, swallowing the surprised whimper Peter makes, drinking the sound down greedily as Peter lets him cross whatever line his Daddy wants.

A very good boy, indeed.

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The way Peter moves is nothing short of artful. Even with the shy, unsure way he takes his steps, the look of wariness in his eyes, he always moves like every motion is a piece of a greater work. As though everything good and humble and kind is contained within his body and needs to be released into the air for the rest of the world to be a part of.

When Tony hands the boy the cock cover to give to his alpha, he wasn’t expecting to be so captivated by mere movement. His baby holds it carefully, like it’s fragile, and not a piece of platinum silicone meant to withstand a knot twice Bucky’s size comfortably. Tracing every ridge like he’ll need to remember it later, Peter is fixated on the toy. It’s the only object he’s ever seen the omega react to like this, like he doesn’t believe it’s real.

He takes Peter down to the basement, carrying his princess like the precious cargo he is, nose turned into those soft, perky curls as he takes them to Peter’s mate for their reward. His darling boy was an absolute sweetheart today. Letting Tony kiss him and pet his skin, especially over his plump little cheeks. He didn’t slip Peter any tongue, or fuck his fingers into Peter. Though… the thought does occur to him that, after this mammoth of a cock cover slips into Peter, there may be room enough for a fist inside that sweet pussy of his.

Peter’s hand is small enough that his tiny fist can wear the piece as a glove, it is utterly massive for such a small thing. It has to be rigid in order for the nubs to work as intended, but Peter keeps pushing along the center of the hollowed out toy to test its give. It folds with some resistance, but not a terrible amount, just enough so as not to collapse in on itself. It pops right back into shape when Peter releases his thumbs. The omega blushes when he realizes Daddy is watching, ceasing to toy with the sleeve in his lap.

Laid next to Peter’s cock, it really is a sight. Even hard, the sleeve wouldn’t even be able to balance on his baby cock. It’s the utter opposite and reminds him just how thoroughly his baby is about to be torn open by the girth of this thing.

Down in the basement, Bucky is already waiting for them, likely smelling Peter, if not Tony as well. The alpha is prowling along the glass, keeping in pace with them, his eyes on Peter. The beta can’t help but stop, kneeling down just enough for the pair to press against the glass.

Peter makes a noise that can only be described as pure joy, it sounds like a purr mixed with that same chirping sound from their first morning together. The omega’s hands are pressed to the glass, cheek joining in as if trying to rub against Bucky through the clear pane. Bucky does something similar with his jaw pressed to the same spot as his whole body joins in, hundreds of pounds of muscle leaning on the glass.

It is darling, absolutely adorable, but nothing prepares Tony for the near heart-exploding scene that comes next. Peter, his sweet, beautiful boy, his princess, looks up at him with those large honey irises and chirps. Not quite like a bird, but similar to a cat who’s been watching birds for too long.

His heart turns to mush and, shifting Peter from bridal style to holding him under his armpits (Peter thankfully grabbing for the sleeve before it hits the ground), Tony peppers that sweet face in kisses. Such a good boy he is, asking Daddy for what he wants without even using words, looking to Daddy to fulfil his needs. It’s progress he never thought they’d reach this soon. He knows better than to assume it’ll be permanent at this stage, but it’s a win in every possible way.

Peter is sweet enough to blush, turning his eyes away as Tony coos over him, utterly smitten.

“Such a darling boy, so sweet for Daddy. Are you ready, baby? Want Daddy to have you stuffed with your mate’s delectable cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Even now, so shy as to speak softly. So close to having outright begged to be with Bucky, yet he stays quiet and gentle with his voice, like Daddy has asked something of him that he doesn’t quite know how to do.

Wasting no more time, he quickly enters the room. Not wanting to interfere more than necessary, he sets Peter gently on his hands and knees. Peter, unsure where to put the sleeve, tucks it under his chin as he toddles over to his alpha. Chainless, Peter is free to move around in a way Bucky can’t. They won’t be left alone unless Peter gets hooked to the wall as well, but with his watchful eyes he assumes it’ll be fine. He is desperately curious to see what Bucky will do without the limitations of the heavy iron ropes which often kept the two tethered in an unnatural way.

Bucky strides forward, meeting him halfway. His beautiful, charming beast of an alpha tucks that little nugget under him, a massive hand reaching to corral his mate under him, in no mind to worry about the foreign object Peter has brought with him. His Bucky, always so concerned with Peter these days, wanting his mate hidden beneath his torso even as they stand. Peter rotates enough to face forward, getting comfortable under the roof his mate has so graciously provided for his comfort.

Tony is disappointed when Peter doesn’t present his gift right away. Instead he beams as a large, soft tongue runs through his curls. Still, Tony can’t stay disappointed for long. He wanted a mated pair and he got possibly the most attached set of pets he could have asked for. It really can’t just be hormones at this point. Otherwise, Bucky would already be so deep inside his omega his balls would be inching their way in.

The affection is endearing, a sign that they’ll last and fuel his enjoyment for years to come. Bucky’s obsessive grooming screams “provider,” clearly someone determined to build a relationship before sex. He can’t blame his pets, not after seeing how badly his supposed brute just needed a mate to let his guard down with, and how his princess craves the safety and emotional bonding.

After a few minutes of grooming and loving touches, Peter finally presents his gift, holding it out like an offering in his small nervous fingers. Bucky stops in his tracks.

“This for me, sweetheart?”

“U-us. Daddy let me pick it. I wanted something that would make us both feel good.”

Bucky immediately descends on his baby’s neck. Nibbling and biting as a husky, “thank you, sugar,” slips into the air. Peter is squealing and giggling, clutching the cover tightly as his shoulders and throat are lovingly assaulted.

“Can I put it on you?” Peter bats his eyelashes, clearly without thought. Those doe eyes asking so politely to let him mount his new gift on that delicious cock before riding Bucky into the sunset.

“Of course, anything you want, Peter.” It’s said with so much conviction, Tony suspects that Peter could have asked to rip Bucky’s cock clean off and the alpha would have let him. Though of course, Tony would put that to a stop immediately. Maiming is a sure-fire way to get the pair separated indefinitely.

Peter shifts to face Bucky’s groin, his little rear sticking out for Tony to see in spite of the hidden installment of the cover. He’s about to get on the speaker to tell them to adjust so Daddy can see when Bucky leans down, lapping at the omega’s hole.

It’s messy, the angle more of a swiping across than over, but the alpha has one of those ripe cheeks in his hand, pulling it aside for better access and giving Daddy a perfect view of the show. It slows Peter down, the boy clearly trying to press back against the sensation as he works, torn between the attention and his own duty.

Eventually, he manages. Bucky growls and gently nips the skin near the boy’s rim. A squeak sounds from between the man’s legs and Peter scrambles backwards, tongue sticking out in a playful way at Bucky’s crass gesture. The cock cover is perfectly visible now. The prettiest of blues and, despite the massive size, still somehow looking proportional even if a bit on the heavier side. His balls finally look nearly normal when put up against that extra four inches in length and meaty inch of additional girth. The ridges on the sleeve stand out proudly, looking delectable, and leaves Tony knowing that Peter is going to be utterly and completely wrecked to near pieces after this monster ends up inside him.

Bucky, seemingly now ready to get on with the show, stalks over to Peter. The omega knows the drill, it’s already been a week of them fucking like rabbits, as Bucky has apparently been attempting to pup his pussy for the better part of it. Peter scrambles for the bed, not wanting to be fucked into the floor today (and Tony can’t blame his princess for that). Bucky is not far behind, keeping his drawn, predator pace as the cock cover forces his shaft to point downward from the weight.

With the little time he has, Peter makes himself pretty for his mate. He pushes the blankets around to give a bit more of a nest structure before laying his lithe body out on the bed. He faces Bucky, propped up on his elbows and making enticing noises trying to draw Bucky in, like the alpha isn’t clearly thinking of every way to take Peter apart already.

The second Bucky is on the bed, everything turns downright feral.

Bucky is immediately on top of Peter, humping the boy with desperate thrusts, trying to find entrance. Little moans escape as Peter hides his face in his hands, a slight tremble running through him as the alpha tries to gain entrance. Slick had started to pool after Bucky’s lapping, but even Tony doubts it will be enough out of heat. Still, his baby doesn’t complain, laying there and ready to take it like a champ.

When Bucky finds his mark, it’s all over. Peter screams. It has Tony up and out of his chair, worried his sweet, tiny, breakable Peter has just been torn up by too much too fast. He’s moving towards the door before he hears what Peter is crying out.

“Oh, Bucky, Bucky! M’ so full – Yes, yesyesyes!” His hips shake as Peter is pounded. He shouts and cries like he is being murdered, but the pleasure is so clearly written on his face Tony forces his ass back into his seat. The pair is facing him, so he can’t see the true action, but that’s what cameras are for. He pulls up a rear angle on his tablet, setting it off to the side for when he wants to see that delicate pussy stretched out so tight his rim is nearly glued to the silicone. Admittedly, watching each ridge and bump pull and push his princess’ hole to its limit is a sight, one he’ll be jacking off to for weeks to come. But really, Peter makes facial expressions that can’t be rivaled.

Under Bucky, Peter looks like a dwarf, his frame consumed by the alpha’s to a point that he looks like he would simply be too small to exist. That acting as a backdrop for the blissed out, moaning face makes the experience orgasm-worthy all on its own. Drool rolls down from the corner of his mouth as Bucky’s hips slam inside him with enough force to bruise. Just a little hazy and cross-eyed, as if he’s so drunk on cock he’s not quite there, face flushed the most delicate dusty rose color. It’s perfect. Utterly blissed out and enjoying what his body was made for, milking a cock big enough to kill him.

Tony is so laser-focused on Peter he almost doesn’t notice what Bucky is doing. The alpha is clearly close, the stretchy cover that rests over the base of his cock already filling out with the beginnings of a knot. He seems lost in what he’s doing, ravaging Peter like he owns him and Peter can take whatever he’s given, so long as it’s Bucky handing it out. When the alpha reaches down to squeeze at his knot, Tony assumes it’s an attempt to increase the pressure and moves his gaze back to Peter’s face. Which is why he knows the exact moment Bucky rips the cover off.

Peter makes a completely different sound. This one gutted and primal, the sound of someone who is receiving bare, unadulterated cock. The cover is tossed on the bed as Bucky slams into Peter so hard, his nearly-full knot pops in with one go.

The omega shouts Bucky’s name, repeating it like a prayer as his pussy is creamed and fed. Bucky still taps his hips forward as their on-looker sits in shock.

He knows Bucky is an animal, but that…was truly something else.

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INTRODUCTION;;

Name: Gabriel Ridgemount 

Age: 27

Hometown: Manhattan, New York

Occupation: COO of Spring Vista Resort

Pack: Marten 

A/B/O: Omega 

FC: Matthew Daddario 

PERSONALITY;;

Positive: Determined, Charismatic

Negative: Arrogant, Impulsive

Approval. The single most important thing in Gabriel’s life. Since the day he was born, proving his self-worth mattered a great deal to him. He wants to be the very best and receive the glories of being on top. Failure is never an option for him, even under the most unfavourable and dire circumstances. He isn’t one to go with the flow, so to speak. Rather, he acts, and snatches any divine opportunity coming his way. He stops at nothing to win. Gabriel’s determination is an exceptional trait, but also his number one weakness. His ambitions become obsessions, and he often finds himself worrying to the point where success isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Dreams that turn into realities are sometimes bland, or even nightmares. Nevertheless, Gabriel strives to get any shiny gold trophy within his reach, both literally and metaphorically.  

To those around him, Gabriel can either be a conceited and self-righteous jerk, or the man only found in a fantasy. Safe to say, he excels in the looks department, so just about anyone can tell a story of having him in their dreams. His personality and physical appearance undoubtedly belongs to an Alpha, despite him being an Omega. Gabriel is dominant and assertive in various ways. He refuses to sit still and look pretty, which many deem admirable but frown upon as well.  In his good days, even when stress gnaws at him, Gabriel has time to make anyone in need smile. He works mostly with his brain, taking the logical approach on several occasions, but still possesses a beating heard that provides compassion.

HISTORY;;

As the only true heir to a wealthy and influential chain of luxury hotels through out the world, Gabriel’s family had extremely high hopes for him. He was fortunate enough to have been born a male, as to successfully carry their last name. His mother and father absolutely loved him. Each year, the happy couple, brimming with joy, flaunted their son like a prince growing up to be a king. A healthy child, worthy to run a powerful company in the near future. What more could they possibly ask for? Blessed with a lavish lifestyle, Gabriel possessed everything he needed to someday become a man of authority and many holdings.

In Gabriel’s early years, he spent a majority of his life under a strict system created to make him a prim and proper man. He was forbidden to leave the Ridgemount estate, seemingly isolated from the rest of the world. Gabriel was raised by servants who tended to his every need, and parents who gave him any material desire he could ever want. Growing up as a pampered prince had its perks, but also the burden of unbearable regulations and high expectations. Nevertheless, Gabriel was a good boy, following everything his mother and father wished. After all, he would soon be rewarded for his actions.

When Gabriel was coming of age, around the time he arrived in high school, his identity became known. His parents, dozens of people, and especially himself, were shocked to find out about the news. Many were lead to believe he was an Alpha; someone suitable to carry out leadership duties for his career and possess an exceptional role in society. However, Gabriel was evidently an Omega. Surely no eminence would be guaranteed.

With the report of an Omega for a son, his parents’ dreams were instantly crushed. They hoped for an Alpha to run the family business and lead it to greatness. Now his mother and father didn’t know what future awaited him. Luckily for them, Gabriel was determined to remain as the soon to be owner of a successful company, regardless of his identity. The company was his birthright and belonged solely to him. He participated in various sports at school, worked out every single day, earned excellent grades, and even whored himself to plenty of women, hoping to prove his righteous masculinity. Unfortunately, despite the facade Gabriel had on, many other people including himself, knew what he was and always would be.

Graduating college with an extraordinary business degree from a pristine university wasn’t enough to satisfy his parents. Gabriel’s mother and father still doubted his skills. He continuously had to prove them wrong. Months later, he obtained a small job when his family purchased the Spring Vista Resort at a small town in Louisiana. The location was odd, but that’s where their legacy apparently began. There, he spent years enduring thousands of criticism. People refused to have an Omega tell them what to do. However, with cunningness and intelligence, Gabriel worked his way up to the second highest position in the company. By now, he didn’t care what anyone thought of him. Gabriel was there to be a successful business owner capable of great feats and accomplishments.

Gabriel presently sits next to his father, gradually obtaining the respect of those who work under him. Many still believe that such a position didn’t belong to him. An Omega should be at home, tending to their Alpha, not running a prosperous business. Soon, the company would be his, and Gabriel will do everything in his power to make sure nothing stands in the way of making that happen.

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I’m Neither an ‘Alpha’ Nor a ‘Beta’...I’m a ‘Lambda’

Since the beginning of time, gatekeepers of “masculinity” (as a definition) have been delineating into two distinct categories:  Alphas and Betas.  Unfortunately, these definitions have been constructed along predominantly heteronormative terms.  Furthermore, they reduce the male psyche to a dichotomy that fails to account for the diversity inherent within the male gender itself.  In an ancillary manner, parallel categories may be ascribed to females.

In my view, we need to get past these rudimentary “Alpha male” and “Beta male” labels.  By doing so, our society can develop a much deeper appreciation for the intricacies of human psychology. 

Dan Bacon, writing for The Modern Man, classifies “Alpha males” as having strong self-confidence while commanding respect from the women whom they romantically pursue.  He holds that such masculine energy makes the women in these Alphas’  lives feel sexy and feminine, and (contrary to popular myth) Alphas are often “good guys” since their status isn’t necessarily synonymous with maliciousness or aggression.

By contrast, Bacon characterizes “Beta males” as being only mildly self-confident and prone to social anxiety.  Because they take a backseat to the domineering tendencies of Alphas, it’s common for Betas to miss out on opportunities to pick up women (more often finding themselves in the “friend-zone”).

Bacon summarizes a third group:  Omegas.  According to his analysis, the “Omega male” has very low self-confidence, and is inclined to be a follower of both Alphas and Betas.  Although they play up the “innocent nice guy” stereotype, Omegas find that their approach frequently backfires with women, who may end up having no respect nor physical attraction for them.

Furthermore, Bacon explains:

A lot of guys avoid expressing their inner alpha male because they are confused about the difference between a good guy alpha male and a bad boy, assuming that to “be alpha” means to be mean, selfish or bad to others.

Bacon clarifies that “good” Alphas master the skill of balancing confidence with compassion, whereas “bad” Alphas behave deviously and seek to cause harm.  He predicates this theorem on the scenario where a heterosexual woman wishes to be protected and have a man provide for her.

Writing for Elite Daily, Anna Madsen links anthropological history to the social constructs of Alphas and those beneath them.  She posits that Alpha males possess higher testosterone levels than Betas/Omegas, which harken back to the daily routines of Stone-Aged hunters.  In modern times, they are the ones who take it upon themselves to pick up the check, work out a lot at the gym, drive nice cars, excel at math, and put forth a charismatic and seductive persona.  However, she observes, Alphas largely lack creative “outside-the-box” thought processes, and are often deficient in empathy or emotional connections with others.  They can be very poor communicators, lack any astute sense of fashion, reject small talk, and struggle with reading facial cues.

Madsen theorizes that, because Alphas always have to gain the upper hand, they create stress for themselves due to their fears of getting usurped.  So, to compensate, Betas (and other “sub”-personality groups) end up filling that role of being led or given orders.

Betas harken back to the Stone-Aged artisans, Madsen purports, in that they are non-confrontational and risk-adverse.  Sometimes they can be followers, but at other times, they are complete loners.  They are often highly intellectual while having a knack for the mastery of diplomacy, sensitivity, and poetry.  They are likelier than Alphas to reject traditional gender roles, most likely because they possess lower amounts of testosterone.

As potential vulnerabilities:  Betas are generally more introverted, and can easily be picked on as “weak” during their formative years.  They are less likely to make the first move in a romance, and won’t be as likely as Alphas to pursue professional promotions.  They can be very suggestible, which makes them amenable to following orders (from Alphas).

Although these definitions have been predominantly described in male terms, a parallel can be drawn when dividing females into respective personality types – mirroring Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.  Madsen notes that “Alpha females” may be drawn to “Beta males” (rather than to “Alpha males”) for romantic relationships more consistently, since women tend to find the sensitivity, listening skills, and “puppy eyes” of “Beta males” to be quite attractive.

Sonya Rhodes and Susan Schneider, writing for Psychology Today, observe how female Alphas differ from their male counterparts by being more likely to use fashion for combining professionalism with sexiness.  They are also likelier than “Beta females” to desire leadership positions or exert control when compared with their Beta sister counterparts.  By contrast, “Beta females” tend to be better at listening and carrying out tasks; but, because they are less confrontational than “Alpha females,” the Betas are more prone to dealing with financial management or child-rearing.

Rhodes and Schneider make it a point to hold that there is a spectrum in terms of personality types, whereupon some individuals combine different traits of each prototype within their psyches.  They give validity to the “Opposites Attract” philosophy, holding that “Alpha females” might be drawn to “Beta males” (due to decreased likelihood of butting heads), whereas “Beta females” can be attracted to “Alpha males” (out of a desire to follow the lead of somebody who wants to “take charge”).  “Alpha females,” they specify, can sometimes have a lingering self-consciousness in the bedroom (unlike their “Alpha male” counterparts) – which can seem paradoxical to an observer.  In a way, though, it makes sense; “Alpha females” don’t have to pretend to be “demure” amidst a sexual conquest when they are seeking sexual compatibility with a “Beta male” partner...in fact, they might get insulted when someone else characterizes their male significant other as a Beta, even if it’s intended as a compliment.  By this token, “the Alpha woman-Beta man partnership” is something that defies many cultural traditions.

When deciphering these gender roles, it’s always paramount to distinguish fantasy from reality; as Vinita Mehta writes, most scientists would maintain that the James Dean and James Bond archetypes of “Alpha males” are more of the former than the latter.  Human males, Mehta reminds us, enjoy overlapping social circles – unlike species such as dogs, wolves, or baboons.  She quotes neurobiologist Robert Sapolsky as reaching the conclusion that men are far more complex than they (not to mention the rest of society) give themselves credit for.

Why do men strive to be Alphas so fervently?  In modern history, posits Mehta, social dominance has become the new standard that elicits deference from some women and resentment from other men.  This ideal undoubtedly feeds copious male egos.  That perception of dominance is magnified by taller height and deeper voices; these traits intimidate rivals and attract heterosexual women, via what Mehta calls “the Barry White effect.”  Rugged faces have traditionally been viewed as genetically-desirable...plus, they are theorized to be associated with healthier immune systems.  A common standard appears to have become how a higher “ratio of facial width to upper facial height” will fuel perceptions of wealth, durability, and power.

Then we have “sub-categories” that may transcend the reductionist definitions of Alphas or Betas.   Helen Noronha of The Mind’s Control believes that men and women from the same personality category often clash romantically, so they should seek partners of corresponding personality types to minimize conflict.  Seeing how these personality types can evolve over time, or become hybridized, Noronha identifies a third and fourth set of categories:  “Gamma males” and “Omega males.”  She defines a Gamma as a man who is a variation of the “Beta male,” being “prepared to take the back seat or even be a stay-at-home dad in her castle.”

As an even more specific archetype, Noronha describes “Omega males” in the following manner:

An Omega guy has nerdy habits, like collecting comic books or being a Trekkie, and lives blissfully in his own world.  He is immature, irresponsible, lacks ambition, and is easily picked on.  In high school movies, he always lusts after an Alpha female and ends up getting her (they’re movies after all), only to reject her for his Beta best friend whom he hadn’t previously noticed.  Among a group, the Omega guy is the least likely to take an initiative and is generally the lowest on the chain-of-command.  Exaggerated metrosexuals and effete intellectuals may be Omegas too.  Women generally find Omegas unattractive.  As husbands, they are often happily reliant on their wife’s incomes and don’t help much around the house either.

Strangely enough, Noronha doesn’t offer any definition for an “Omega female” – meaning that either they are a rare breed (which would suggest that females aren’t as diverse as males), or, more likely, “Omega females” and “Gamma females” are usually grouped in with “Beta females” by default.  This supposition lends itself to the feminist critique that society denies women the opportunity to be as multifaceted as males are allowed to be...which, ironically, runs counter to the neofeminist fallacy that “Men are simple creatures.”   As an anecdotal example:  it took four seasons before The Big Bang Theory added two female “nerds” to its main cast.

Additional subcategories abound.  Naija Takeover magazine defines a “Zeta male” as a man who has rejected the traditional expectations associated with masculinity – anachronisms such as being a provider, a defender, and a protector.  “Zeta males” reject stereotypes and don’t conform to traditional beliefs.  They march to the beat of their own drum, refusing to be seduced or shamed by anyone.  The “Zeta male” archetype arose in 2010 with the tutelage of the MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) movement; this subset of the men’s movement values self-sovereignty while rejecting traditional interpretations of masculinity as well as liberal interpretations of feminism.

Remy Oryan’s self-help/philosophy site lists an entire hierarchy of categories positioned above and below Alphas and Betas.  

“SIGMA MALES”

The Sigma male is the outsider or lone wolf who doesn’t care for the rules of society and won’t play by them (unless it suits his objectives) but still seems to win the popularity game without trying.  He doesn’t seek approval from anyone which makes him the master of his own destiny.

This would be the topmost rung of the male dominance ladder, in the mold of James Bond or James Bourne.  It’s positioned even higher than an “Alpha male” in the respect that “Sigma males” are diplomatic, highly-successful with women while being respectful toward them, and talented when it comes to manipulating other “Alpha males.”

“DELTA MALES”

The Delta male is one rung down the social ladder from a Beta but not part of the same social circles (he wants to be).  They don’t understand the social construct and don’t know how to play the game.  The Delta fails to realize he is not a Beta, hence he is given very little social status by the alpha/beta women.  A Delta may still be good-looking and quite capable on the sporting field but doesn’t meet the social expectations required to make it into the alpha/beta social circle.

He adds that the “Delta male” is less concerned about his appearance than other men, largely because he often feels “invisible” amid the social hierarchy. Deltas can sometimes have a “White Knight” syndrome to overcompensate for their inability to approach women.

“GAMMA MALES”

The Gamma males are a bit confused by the whole social structure and struggle to understand it.  They will not be part of the same social circles as the alpha and beta.  They avoid the pack mentality and don’t conform to the social rules.  Gammas are overly self-confident to the point that they are inflexible and hate being wrong or are uncomfortable in a good solid two-way conversation.  This can make them argumentative and defensive if ever caught out saying something wrong.  They have no sense of self-ownership, [are] arrogant, and will not accept someone else’s opinions/facts.  Their problems are always someone else’s fault, not theirs.

Oryan describes Gammas as sharing the desire of Deltas at being manipulative, but Gammas are slightly more successful with women (only “slightly invisible”).  They also have a short fuse and can exhibit overly-entitled behavior since their egos won’t let them compromise.

“ZETA MALES”

The Zeta male is again a lone-wolf who walks his own path.  This path is always directly away from the social pyramid conformists.  He fully understands the social hierarchy and the social rules but rejects them as childish games.  They can see through the social construct and believe it serves only as a means of control and segregation.  These men are celibate by choice and don’t see that any value can be gained from playing a woman’s social games.  Usually these men are old enough to master their biological urges or have been in enough bad relationships to want to break free of them.

Oryan concurs that Zetas fit the MGTOW mold, often being of the “red pill” variety (freethinkers who practice blunt honesty).  A “Zeta male,” he believes, has lots of energy because women and social hierarchies aren’t holding them back.  Zetas don’t allow themselves to be distracted.

“LAMBDA MALES”

This final category is one that Oryan views as a variation of the “Zeta male”...

...who isn’t [psychologically] old enough to overcome him biological urges towards women.  He will understand female nature and dates women just long enough to pump and dump them.  Will travel in the social circle as a covert Beta and keep his personal philosophy about women under wraps.

Lambdas are the “purple pill” crop of MGTOW – sometimes being “pick-up artists” (PUA) or sometimes idealizing fantasy components of this experience.  A “Lambda male” can relate to the psychedelic mindset of hippies...hoping to minimize pain and anger.

When looking at these categories, I see shards of myself in all of them. However, none of them describes me in a well-rounded, easily pigeonholed manner.

For example, I feel that I have developed a lot of the confidence and compassion inherent in Alphas.  Yet, I reject the antiquated notions of chivalry that they so often espouse; I don’t have their unyielding desire to gain the upper hand over everyone whom I encounter.  I can show leadership and deviousness in select circumstances, when I feel that the occasion calls for it – but I don’t engage in such behavior to indiscriminately cause harm.

Within the Alpha-like subset of the “Sigma male,” I do indeed identify with his “renegade” style and rejection of trivial societal norms.  I differ from Sigmas in that I don’t readily command popularity wherever I go (largely because I’m not afraid to tell people off), and I only seek approval from others conditionally.

As far as Betas are concerned:  I find that I share their affinity for strong communication skills, intellectualism, outside-the-box thinking, and empathy.  I am prone to reject traditional gender roles in much the same way Betas are inclined to do.  On the other hand, my diplomacy only goes as far as my patience level.  I am as suggestible as my current safety level (e.g. fears over it) allows.  I used to be fully introverted, but in my adult years I have evolved from Beta-like introversion to Alpha-like extroversion.  I’ve also grown less shy, in my personal evolution, in pursuing romance or initiating relationships.

I share the traits of Omegas insofar as others perceive me to be “nerdy,” “innocent,” and “a nice guy.”  But, again, it depends on the Time/Manner/Place.  I’m not afraid to hold back and be a follower – but I will break out of that self-restraint if my passion takes over.  I also differ from many Omegas in that I’m totally willing to do housework plus I’m hardly metrosexual (seeing how I’m one of the lowest-fashion people you’ll ever meet – which, some people would claim, is paradoxical when juxtaposed alongside my homosexuality).

So, when it comes to my physical appearance, I’m more like a Delta than an Omega in that I don’t fuss over it a majority of the time.  I additionally share the Delta trait of feeling “invisible” quite often – but, unlike a lot of Deltas, I don’t pair those feelings of inadequacy with athleticism or a “White Knight” mentality.

Comparing myself with Gammas:  I share their inflexibility when it comes to how I’ll become hell-bent upon standing up for my convictions; on the flip side, I’m not inflexible about most things in a gratuitous manner.  I can be obstinate when I know I’m right about something (which is quite often), but I’m not so hardheaded that I reject all other new ideas...nor do I refuse to listen to the concerns of my peers.

That brings me to the Zeta/Lambda subcategories.  I very strongly relate to the Zeta (influenced by Beta) approach of REJECTING blanket gender roles imposed by society.  I’m so forward-thinking that I reject childish mentalities in both romance and civic life. 

At the same time, I dissent from much of the MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) movement in that I don’t subscribe to their categorical rejection of feminism.  I have much more of a sexual appetite than celibate Zetas do, but I have more control over my libido than many of them (and, their self-doubt about their own sexual control is what leads so many Zetas to consciously choose celibacy in the first place).

My approach is to redefine the obscure definition of a “Lambda male.”  I strongly share their affinity with hippie (or “psychedelic”) culture, but I don’t think that should be considered synonymous with the behavior of lotharios (because it isn’t – and I’m not one!).

In the 1984 film Revenge of the Nerds, the protagonist character of Gilbert (portrayed by ER’s Anthony Edwards) led his like-minded “nerdy” acolytes to prove they were equals with the Alpha-esque fraternities in the Greek system at Adams College.  The “nerds” of this classic film also happened to belong to the Lambda Lambda Lambda fraternity, which lends itself even more allegorically to such a categorical title.

That’s what I would encourage my brothers out there to do – redefine your personality-based category to achieve what is going to bring you a happy and productive life.  Yes, as “Lambdas” we are perceived as “nerdy” in our hobbies and interests that tend to lack athleticism or suaveness.  But we can elevate the sexual/gender equity promoted by Betas while channeling a 1970s-style “hippie” mentality so it will apply to the new millennium.

A final side-note:  all of the aforementioned categories have been defined along heterosexist terms.  As a gay male, I can recognize how this is clearly due to the heteronormative biases that still run rampant in society.  An enlightened “Lambda male” will be accepting of his brothers whether we are homosexual, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, or heterosexual.

What personality type do you gravitate toward?  And, more thoughtfully – how can you recognize the flaws in your own personality type, and reconstruct them to always strive to become a better version of yourself?