In Heat/Rut

[justformemes]

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME
not an alpha/beta/omega meme


There's no need for elaborate backstories for this AU. You go into heat, rut, whatever you'd like to call it. You've always done so since you were of age to do so. It's a socially accepted norm, and people have gotten used to the difficulties that come with the mating seasons. Life goes on.

Isn't this alpha/beta/omega, then? No, not at all. In this meme, there are no gender-variant genitalia unless your character comes prepackaged with those. No giant cocks - again, unless your character is already packing - or self-lubricating assholes or anal wombs, and no knotting. Unless that's your thing. There's also no set in stone roles with regards to dominance and submission, and some people do not even feel the inclination towards either. Still, there are a few similarities, mainly being that the pheromones of others can put someone into heat that was not in it before and the bond between mates. In addition, some humans/human-stand-ins have created packlike dynamics in response, but this is not universal.

In this meme, it's just regular old human...oids feeling the urge for sex. And by "urge" we, of course, mean all-consuming drive. If characters choose to ignore that urge, it will backfire on them. The more they put it off, the more they will lose their control, becoming more irritable and aggressive, and eventually be nothing but a rutting animal until the need to mate is satisfied. Not all heats call for mating, of course, and most people can just relieve themselves, but when you do mate, you feel the urge to stay by their side and essentially "nest". These desires don't always pan out into offspring, and mating isn't forever unless it's mutually decided upon. However, impregnating your mate is said to be one of the most euphoric experiences a person can have, even if some people only mate because they want to utterly possess someone, as mates are bonded for a while.

If there's anything that's to your fancy that's been left out, go ahead and add it in. Play it how you'd like!

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character and preferences.
• Include what you're interested and not interested in.
• Respond to others!

PROMPTS

1. first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?
2. old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.
3. happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.
4. old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.
5. worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.
6. unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.
7. forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.
8. volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.
9. tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.
10. mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.
11. nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.
12. bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.
13. the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.
14. already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.
15. mates for life: Now you're absolutely certain that you want to be with no one else. Of course, this means you'll be in synch with their heat for the rest of forever.
16. save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?
17. cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.
18. increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.
19. increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.
20. unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.
21. protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.
22. set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.
23. resisting temptation: Your heart belongs to someone. You want to stay out of this "heat" thing. You want to rise above it. Whatever it may be, you just have to not take the bait. Easier said than done.
24. all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.
25. pack: As mentioned prior, some people, especially those far out from civilization proper, have formed packs that hold to the more traditional alpha structure. Of course, these packs come with their own rules when it comes to heat and mating.
26. suitable partner: The desire for certain mates can come from a subconscious level, and you can find yourself aroused by someone showing how strong they are (they can protect you), how curvaceous they look (that must mean they're fertile), or any other number of traits that can benefit you.
27. desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!
28. final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.
29. fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.
30. off your meds: It's fairly rare, but some can get blockers for their heat. What if those blockers run out? Why, it makes your heat ten times worse!
31. noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.
32. dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.
33. calm you down: Whether it's to fuck or to fight, you're going mad, and they have to bring you back down to Earth.
34. territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.
35. odd man out: For some reason, you don't go into heat. Never have. Being with you is pretty relaxing, and some find it appealing to not have to deal with pheromones that aren't theirs. You do have to learn how to appreciate their problems, though.
36. WILDCARD

Comments

Reno || Final Fantasy VII Franchise || OTA (M/M preferred)

[redhairedturk]

Francis Mosses (?) aka The Milkman | That's Not My Neighbor | M/F

[savethecows]

[Hard no on A/B/O and prompts 25, 28 & 29.]

castorice / hsr

[thanatus]

[ota, leaning towards prompts 10, 12, 19, 22, 24, and/or 27. not against writing 31 & 32, but please discuss it with me first.]

ash ward | oc | ota

[dawnmarked]

( option 1 / protect + volunteer )
[ Ash hadn’t meant to ask. Not out loud. Not with the weight behind it. But now they’re standing there—close, still, and willing—and something in him snaps taut like a bowstring pulled too long. His breath shudders out as he crowds them against the nearest surface, hands braced on either side, head bowed low like he’s trying to keep himself from tearing right through. His scent is already thick in the air—moss, pine, heat. It rolls off him in waves. ]

You’re sure? [ His voice rasps, not because he doubts them, but because some part of him still wants to give them a way out. ] Because if I start—if I put my mark on you—there won’t be room for anyone else. Not tonight.

[ He leans in before they can answer, nose brushing the crook of their neck, mouth not quite touching. He could take. He wants to. Every part of him is screaming to bury them in his scent, in his hands, in his cock—claim them from the inside out until there’s no space left untouched. But he waits. Just barely. ]

You offered, you said I could have you—and I will. But if I’m gonna protect what’s mine, I need to make damn sure no one else even thinks about trying. [ He murmurs, voice wrecked and reverent. His hips grind forward, slow and heavy, the outline of his arousal unmistakable. He growls low in his throat. ]

Last chance to run. [ But he already knows they won't. ]

( option 2 / fighter + suitable partner )
[ He’s not gentle when he pins them.

Not rough, either—just deliberate. Testing pressure, testing breath. One hand at their throat, thumb pressed just under the jaw. The other at their hip, fingers digging in like he’s measuring something. Their pulse. Their bones. Their yield. Ash breathes in, deep and slow, dragging his nose along their skin like he’s trying to scent out a truth they haven’t spoken yet. And maybe he is. ]

You gonna put up a fight? [ His voice is low, almost curious. ] Or are you just going to stand there and let me decide you’re good enough?

[ He doesn’t ask to be cruel. It’s instinct. Old as the forest. Find the one who matches you. Find the one who survives the heat.

Because gods, they smell right. Everything in him—druidic memory, beast-born instinct, centuries of blood and bone and seasonal ache—tells him this one could take it. Could bear down and claw back. Could ride him until they both forget how to stand. He grins, slow and sharp, and rolls his hips forward just enough for them to feel the shape of what’s coming. ]

You’re built too sweet to be this mouthy, but if you want to prove you’re worthy, you better show me. [ A beat. Then, a feral promise wrapped in heat: ] I only fuck the ones who can handle me.

[murdergurl]

Perhaps coming here hadn't been the wisest decision. But it had seemed a good one at the time; she'd needed a place to lick her wounds, to get away from all the catastrophes in Baldur's Gate, to lie low and try to forget the past. And maybe, just maybe, make a plan or two for the future. Because until the dust settled, until the wounds healed, there simply wasn't anything else she could do.

But this, this wolf, well...unfortunately she simply hadn't seen him coming.

Cloak and dagger, cat and mouse - more like dog and bone, really; it was the way they played, dangerously flirtatious, helping keep her mind off of the horrors of the past few months. The inevitability of loss. The pain of dying and then being brought back to stagger forth again. Gods knew she'd needed the distraction.

Although never did she fathom it would come to...this. To Ash actually snatching her out of her dark thoughts and shoving her against one of the thick trunks deep in the Circle's grove, nose buried beneath her jaw and large hands holding her almost immobile. He growled, she hissed, hand fisting in his hair, but whether to jerk him away or pull him closer she wasn't truly sure.

"--you don't want me to fight," she snapped right back, heat in her tone an indignant mix of anger and...something else. "And I don't give a damn what you think of me, Asher," snarled right at his ear a hot moment later. But then the bastard bucked his hips, right where she wanted - needed - him, and her body instantly responded; nails slowly raking down his spine and one lithe leg coiling tightly over the shifter's hip.

Only to snort wry derision after his next quips, saying saucily and with a toss of her head, "'Handle you'? You think I can't? I've had you chasing your tail for a month, wolf, so how's that for handling you?" Even though she couldn't deny how the scent of him spiraled her senses, spread heat beneath her skin, darkened bright blue eyes to a sultry indigo, and how her petite frame softened, unconsciously inviting him to take it, to claim what was rightfully his.

Though she still had just enough presence of mind to meet his gaze with the heat of her own, lips slanted in a wry roguish grin. "I dare you."

Iris -another- | Mega Man X DiVE | OTA

[battlefieldbloom]

[Kinks and prefs on journal. Not interested in anything non/dub-con angled.]

MJ Jones | MCU | OTA

[neverdisappointed]

[Most prompt/kinks are good, a/b/o dynamics are fine, and I'm generally okay with most things short of extreme violence/gore. Let me know if you'd prefer me to write the starter after we narrow things down!]

morvay | nu: carnival | m/m

[wombtat]

[ ota prompts and aus, down with a/b/o dynamics or weird familiar-magic-shenanigans. bring me your freak opts. (っ´ཀ`)っ ]

Rakan | League of Legends | m/f + m/m

[stickbow]

[ Down for Xayah/Rakan + other LoL/Arcane and cross canon. ]

[mysticshot]

[Can I interest you in Ezreal? He'd be totally happy to help Rakan out during a heat/rut]

haru sagara | tokyo debunker | m/m

[bahnti]

[local bunny boy (or just a ghoul/human pacted with a devil, Bathin in his case) going Through It]

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[in_this_fight]

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

Edwin Payne | Dead Boy Detectives | m/m

[uptightboy]

(( AU or some spell went wrong ))

Dick Grayson | Batman/DC Comics | M/M preferred

[justlikeacircus]

Jaskier | The Witcher | OTA

[breadpants]

Sam Wilson | MCU | OTA

[unclesam]

[ Omega with something to prove, either openly, or pretending to be a beta via blockers/suppressants until shenanigans ensue. ]

👀

[puniens]

It feels suffocating in this cabin. No matter how hard Frank tries, he can't find a spot to breathe where the air isn't thick with the scent of Sam, of an omega. Normally, something like this would be easy to brush off, his mind fixated on the threats that come with the snow storms in this new icy hell that's become their new reality within the last couple of years. But this is different. This is something heated and dangerous that he doesn't know if he can remember how to control. He can't remember the last time he actually had a rut, dosed to hell on suppressants in the time before the snow and slowly dosed until he'd run out entirely once it had come. And he realizes as he splashes water on his face that he doesn't know what the hell he's going to do.

Leave, he tells himself. The smart thing to do is to grab his shit and leave before he gets in too far over his head or does something he's going to regret. Sam doesn't deserve that. He's just a guy trying to survive just like he is, a victim of his own instincts and biology just like Frank. The last thing he wants to do is give Sam another person to fear in a world that hasn't been kind to omegas like him. But goddamn, he bets it'd be perfect. Bets Sam's voice would sound so fucking nice moaning his name, thinks he'd fit just right around his co—

Frank slams his fist down onto the countertop, trying to focus his thoughts, to wrangle his self-control back into place, but he's fighting a losing battle and he knows it. There ain't no way he can stay in this damn cabin without doing something he's going to regret. That's what he tells himself as he finally leaves the bathroom, goes to find his belongings in the corner of the room where Sam is currently sitting near a fire. A nice, warm fire that he'd love to enjoy, a fire he bets he could fuck Sam in front of for hours and the other man would love every minute of it.

Get your shit together, he thinks fiercely, forcing himself not to look over at the other man as he grabs his coat to start pulling it on. "Look, I appreciate what you've done," he starts, and there's no denying his voice is lower than normal, rougher, "but I gotta head out." Head out into the beginnings of a snow storm he can already hear howling outside as it blows against the cabin walls.

"You make sure you keep these doors locked. You know what kind of people this weather brings out." The kind of people up to no good, who take whatever they want whenever they want it. And someone like him who just might be desperate enough to come crawling back, aching to take.

While he doesn't say what it is that's so urgent he needs to leave, Sam can surely smell it by now - the sharp scent of an alpha, their rut starting to warm them, threatening to take hold. Frank knows he doesn't have long before something inside him snaps. And he doesn't want to be here when it does. He can't do that to Sam, can't do it to an omega that doesn't have a choice. He won't do it.

Kyotaro Sugishita | Wind Breaker

[walkingmop]

( up to date with the manga and anime. he could be an unusual omega or a beta if you did want to go omegaverse. )

Abe no Seimei | Original

[emyoji]

[i_peace]

[👀?]

Di Feisheng | Mysterious Lotus Casebook

[mourningwind]

Percy De Rolo | Critical Role | ota

[baron_badass]

Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA

[makingmyway]

(( Something something Genasi heat cycle ))

Angel Dust | Hazbin Hotel

[druggish]

( No 14 please! Angel can either already be Valentino's mate, and thus not satisfied by anyone but him (causing him to try to find any other partner in desperation - Valentinos are very welcome anyway, though), or simply not taken. )

raemethis | oc | ota

[echorelay]

17. cockfight
[The scent of want is thick in the air—real, not imagined. It coils through the room like incense from a forgotten altar, clinging to skin, to breath, to instinct. Raemethis does not mistake it for coincidence. This place—this moment—has weight. He feels it in the way his sacred cores hum, the way the urge to claim scrapes against every mnemonic boundary he was ever taught to honor.

But it’s not just his. The tension is mirrored in the presence across from him. Another pulse. Another flame. Another contender.

He does not bare teeth or raise fists. He simply stands, shoulders squared in quiet readiness, gaze fixed on the third—on the one whose body has stirred this convergence of hunger.

He speaks with no venom, no challenge. Only truth.]

You feel it too. So the question is— [A pause. A breath. A reverent tilt of his head, golden and still burning from within.] —how do we decide who is worthy of touching them first?

20 + 24. unexpected dominance + all worked up

[He can feel it rising—slow at first, like the coil of heat in a relic charged too long without release. But it builds, and builds, and now the edge of it is licking at his restraint with something almost wild. Raemethis was made to be composed, carved for devotion, meant to serve and hold. But there is something else in him too. Something buried deep beneath the polished discipline. And it’s waking.

He’s already warmer than he should be. Already looking too long. Already standing too close to someone who isn’t his.

He doesn’t speak at first. He just breathes—deep, deliberate. And when he does finally move, it’s not with hesitation. It’s with certainty, with command. His hand braces the wall beside them, claiming space. Not asking.]

You should leave.

[Not a warning. A courtesy. The last one they’ll get before his control stops holding back what he was never supposed to enjoy. But now that it's here... he’s starting to understand why others do.]

20 + 24 (though let me know if this doesn't work!)

[crisantemo]

[ She should leave.

Lapis noticed something odd, of course she did. Her own abilities not withstanding - an keen attunement to those who walked the boundaries of life and death and everything in between - she's worked alongside Raemethis long enough to notice how he lingers closer, his gaze settles on her for longer. There had been concerned glances back, silent questions spoken in the tilt of her head, but she didn't press beyond that. Maybe she should have.

Now she gazes up at him, eyes bright and unwavering, with her back pressed against the wall. The façade of calm hides how her heart thuds harder in her chest, the pulse of heat that races through her in response - though there's no hiding how her own scent starts to fill the air, something faint and sweet and tinged with stardust. An unspoken answer.

She should leave, yet she doesn't want to. ]

No, I'm not going to.

[ There's nerves, of course there is, but she knows she wants what comes next. And that she wants this with him, with one of the only beings she's felt any sort of connection with in years. ]

Gorgon (Medusa) 🐍 fate/ 🐍 ota

[gorgantic]

[ Character Info | Preferences | Kinklist | Plotting Contact ]

The Medusa of Greek myth in her fully cursed, monstrous form. Misanthropic and self-loathing, she prefers being either fully reclusive or terrorizing populations, not much in-between. Has several monstrous traits (serpent tail, golden wings, claws, snake-like hair) and comes in a range of sizes (from 'big' to 'kaiju'; see character info for more details).

Prompt ideas (in increasing awfulness):

Idea 1: The sort of cute, socially awkward option. Gorgon is trying to keep her heat under control herself with limited results. She is embarrassed about it. For whatever reason, your character (a prisoner? cultist? priestess? another local monster? random person who is acquainted with her and NOT dead?) is on as good terms as one can be with her and go out of their way to help her with her urges.

Idea 2: Dub/non-con? A fight (Gorgon vs a hero, Gorgon vs another monster, etc) goes from purely violent to unexpectedly turning her on and things spiral out of control. The sexual aspect can be one-sided on her part or both parties can go along with it.

Idea 3: Outright noncon. Your character is an unfortunate person offered up to appease Gorgon before she goes on a violent (and horny) rampage or your character is minding their own business and Gorgon pounces on them like a predator striking at their prey. The character's well-being and survival are not Gorgon's concern.

Notes: Because she is a mutant snake monster and is supposed to spawn a monster army, I like to play her with a pair of cocks/ovipositors (because snake) so let me know if you want that.

Tessa | Tales of Legendia OC | OTA

[merinesexual]

[Likely a mix of 10, 23, 24, and 27. Would love for her to be on the receiving end of 34 though.

I'm open to 7, 31, and 32, but please ask/discuss it with me first.]

[maldragonia]

You look even more tantalizing than normal, Tesla.

[Malleus looked at Tesla with a look of absolute hunger, breathing a bit heavy and face flushed. As much as he disliked the undignified air it gave him but even an entity as powerful as he still suffered the effects of being a dragon, one of those being the periods where his more base instincts take over. This time however luck favored him as Tesla had come to his room and, well, the head of Diasomnia knew a chance when he saw it.]

Shouhei Ikushima | Therapy Game | m/m

[bunnyfied]