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In the Heat of the Moment.
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
- first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?
- old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.
- happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.
- old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.
- worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.
- unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.
- forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.
- volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.
- tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.
- mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.
- nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.
- bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.
- the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.
- already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.
- 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.
- save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?
- cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.
- increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.
- increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.
- unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.
- protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.
- set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.
- 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.
- all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.
- 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.
- 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.
- desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!
- final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.
- fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.
- 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!
- noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.
- dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.
- 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.
- territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.
- 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.
- WILDCARD
Éowyn | Lord of the Rings | OTA
[[Let me know if you would like me to start.]]
Rumi | KPop Demon Hunters | OTA
clark kent / superman || superman (2025) || ota
Dr. Jack Abbott - The Pitt - ota
Rowan O'Cleary | OC | OTA
For scenarios, I'm completely up for weird fae ages making him not have had a heat/rut yet, so he can do 1. I'm open for a lot of things as well, but not feeling 14, 31, 35. Heavy yays for 1, 8, 10, 11, 15, 16, 17, 21, 22, 24, 26, 30, 33, 34. Wildcard and mashup of things are always good as well. Can do A/B/O with this as well, and can be either protective Alpha or genial and protective Omega. Prefer A/O or A/A scenarios. No altered genitalia beyond knotting for males.]
Johan | Goddess of Victory: Nikke
❀ liliweiss ❀ goddess of victory: nikke ❀ ota ❀
Letha Godfrey | Hemlock Grove | m/f
mercy craft ( original )
grace le domas | ready or not
adelaide florence | oc
Abs Saja 🌽 Kpop Demon Hunters 🌽 OTA
1 + 26
He sits up and scrubs a hand over his face. The blanket covering him slips down to pool in his lap. He shivers despite the comfortable ambient temperature. Something about the fabric is making his skin crawl. Even shoving the whole thing away doesn't alleviate the sensation. Swallowing a grimace he forces himself to rise, wobbling for a second, his balance thrown off. Something in his middle clenches, uncomfortably tight, before easing. He presses a hand to his stomach and squints around the interior of the room. Right, right, figuring out where he is. That is what he should be doing.
His eyes almost skip over Beom-seok. The sight of the guard settles the restlessness swirling in his chest. Immediately the quest to uncover his location is abandoned. He crosses the room with near silent steps, guided by a single intrusive thought. Without a word he presses himself to Beom-seok's back and tucks his face against his neck. The scent of him chases back some of the haze in his mind, not that it makes his thoughts much clearer. There is only the distracted want - no, need - to get closer. To bury himself in the other. Beom-seok, the closest thing the young musician has to a friend here. The only person that has not annoyed him to an irrational degree the last few days, even with his hovering.
"You've been watching the door..." he finally murmurs, voice pitched soft and low, smooth as silk, his fingers absently tangling in the other's clothes in an attempt to ground himself.
joel | the last of us
Anna | OUAT | m/f
haruka nanase ● free
Kate Bishop | MCU/hawkeye | m/f
rumi || kpop demon hunters || ota
gregory lamè | oc | ota
francesca bridgerton | bridgerton
Phainon | Honkai Star Rail
Alina Starkov | Shadow and Bone
daenerys targaryen | got/asoiaf | m/f
jaime lannister | got/asoiaf
cassie lang | mcu | m/f
takumi sumino | the hundred line: last defense academy
if you'd like some additional flavoring and are fine with spoilers for the 'truth' ending of his game (or are already familiar), we can say that heat/rut is inherent to takumi's biology as an artificial alien. i could also swing this with takumi having the ability to be impregnated, too, if receiving, but we can go without if you'd prefer no implied mpreg. )
zoey | kpop demon hunters | ota
lestat de lioncourt | iwtv amc | ota
That's Ms. Jackson if you're nasty.
That hadn't exactly been the case this time. Instead, he'd felt... irritated by the need for him to always be available for double and triple shifts. Shifts he normally took with pleasure, knowing that he didn't need the sleep humans did, that he could take that burden off someone else and have them be better for it when they returned. This time, he felt selfish. He would much rather be leaving work and coming home to a blond body waking up for the night and sating himself on some part of himself. He missed waking up with hair in his face from Lestat curling up to him, or him spooning the vampire from behind. Or even better, Lestat waking before him and making good on his promise to wake him pleasantly. When he'd sent him off back to tour the nation in his bus with his groupies, he'd tucked a dozen or so of the fruit from their tree into his pack. Something to remember him by. Something to sustain him.
His thoughts kept coming back to him, and he was starting to wonder if maybe, after three hundred years of service, if it wasn't time to take a longer break. To sink his teeth into something life was offering him, that he knew he'd regret if it slipped away. If he lost something he'd just found. There'd been surprise when he'd put in for another request for personal time, but considering who the staff had seen him with, none of them could really blame him. Perhaps it was a small blessing the vampire had been so outrageous when he'd been there. He'd made a reputation that was easy to lean into.
He'd gotten tickets for the show in San Francisco, knowing Lestat wouldn't be expecting him there in the slightest, but wanting to see this creature that everyone was so obsessed with that he knew wasn't the same as the version he got when they were behind closed doors. He'd seen a few news articles, a few interviews and social media from fans. That wasn't the Lestat that crept into his bedroom and made him light up. Still, it was a very alluring version of him, and Rowan couldn't resist going to see it in person.
Dressed to fit into the crowd in black leather pants and a bronze silky satin shirt half open, he'd made sure he wasn't too close to the stage. He wanted the whole show. And a show he got. Lestat had played the violin for him during their little romp. It had been beautiful. There had been tears. He'd felt something shiver in response to the music inside him, and he knew that the vampire could seduce with music alone. This? This was nothing like the singular sweet tone of the instrument alone in the woods. This was heavy. Wet. Thick. This beat into him like the staccato of tribal drums. Of something deep in the dark that circled its prey. The croon of his words ripped through it all, finding him and making his pulse quicken. The violent screech of the bow across fragile strings, the steady beat of the drums. The deep timbre of his voice, and the way Lestat moved across the stage. Half dressed, covered in glitter and colour, gyrating and looking as if he was capable of fucking the entire auditorium. The transition from one song to the next was met with a solid, full body thrust that looked as if he was trying to impale the very air with his sensuality, and Rowan felt that weight that had been on him since Lestat had left lift. Float away. His pulse quickened further, and all he could smell was the scent of sweat and lust. The bodies around him screaming, jumping, some of them grinding up against each other. He felt the occasional touch to his arm, his shoulder, trying to draw him into the revelry, but his attention was all for Lestat. A touch around his waist, grazing along the edge of an erection that he hadn't noticed starting, focus too intent on the stage. He let out a soft groan in response, and the touch got more firm, the owner of that hand feeling more confident in its welcome.
Rowan's lids dropped to half mast as he felt a flush creep up from his chest, the warmth almost suffocating from what he presumed was the mass of bodies filling the building. Most of the attention was on the stage, as was his, which is why he hadn't noticed the small circle around him starting to get more distracted with each other. That circle was slowly growing, body by body, touch by touch as Rowan stared heatedly onto the stage, his pulse loud in his ears, almost drowning out the music.]
lestat is always a bit nasty lets be real
to trust another immortal with his own vulnerability, to surrender himself without fear of becoming too monstrous and losing control - it was a relief. many things about rowan were. the man had a way of drawing out the human from the vampire, in that easy way of his. perhaps it was the older age, or the inhuman aspects of the doctor that highlighted the other's humanity, or perhaps just the way the prince was drawn to nurturing lost, wounded things. but lestat felt more mortal than he had in some time, enjoying the small mundane moments found together at the cottage.
little rays of sunlight illuminating rowan's skin at sunset when he stirred, the thick musk of him filling lestat's nose whilst mouthing his soft cock into wakefulness. the look of pure unadulterated joy on his face as lestat hoists them both into the night sky to overlook the stretch of wilderness. his kindness as he spoke to the little folk, the animals and the wild creatures of his forest, though often in tongues the blond could not decipher. but mostly when his eyes grew soft at lestat's touch, the yearning to be closer mirrored through the mutual marking upon their bodies. when lestat sank his teeth back into that imprint, whilst buried inside of his wondrous heat, it was as close to bliss as he could imagine.
tearing himself away was difficult. christine had long been calling him back to resume the tour and a quick check of the socials found many dedicated fans eager to see him perform. with so many of them having travelled far, even from overseas to see him, how could he refuse? at least back in his trailer he had the luxurious fur to roll himself up in, inhale and think of the quiet peace carved out for the two of them in rowan's forest. not quite the same reprieve, but grounding enough. the fruit too, helped sustain him amongst the diet of mostly anemic and strung out groupies who offered themselves. he took what he was able from his regulars too, but it was never quite enough to sustain him in the same way.
san francisco had already built itself up to be quite the frenzy. lestat was already touchy enough about the city, given his new knowledge of the residences louis and armand had purchased within. daniel's constant ongoing commentary about the place only made him more irritable, particularly whenever the topic of armand was brought up. rare enough, but a tight enough cord to leave them both snapping at each other, defensive of their own hidden wounds. so sure, lestat took the lines offered after their interview, gearing himself up for the night's show. chase that down with a bellyful of the flesh fruit and he was primed for a good performance, at least, if not a particularly heated one.
the crowd seemed to respond well to his mood. the raunchy, fucked out atmosphere of it all. lestat stalked the stage in his heeled boots as if each of his ex lovers were watching themselves, ensuring to emphasise each toss of his tousled waves of hair, each sultry croon rolling into a purr. hundreds of hands reached out for him as he passed, their thoughts a cacophony of desire thudding with his own heartbeat. sweat and pheromones, humid under the hot stage lights. he falls to his knees on the catwalk and crawls to those grasping hands, letting them paw at his face, his hair. no resistance as he arches back, voice rising into the microphone as the chorus begins its final refrain. those hands paw at his strong thighs encased in leather now, no shame in grabbing at his hips, over his crotch and to his bare torso. the moan that lestat gives is part performance, part enjoyment of the adoration, melodic and throaty.
distantly, he's aware of the surge in lust in pockets of the crowd. it is nothing new, nothing unusual for his sets, though there is something potent about the scent in the air tonight. usually the bacchanalian frenzy would begin after the show, but it was of no shock that such tightly packed bodies would encourage such activity. the vampire simply purred and bucked his hips up lewdly, accented with a snarl of guitar. already this stop was beginning to exceed his bleak expectations. whatever indulgences were to be found after the show, they would no doubt be very entertaining. ]
that's what makes him so loveable.
The sound the vampire made had need burning hot through him, something familiar that he felt he should recognize, but it was warm now. Too warm. The silk felt like something alive against his skin, and then it was open, the front drawn away to bare his chest as a tongue licked up over the edge of his pants. He didn't see the face, too lost looking on the catwalk at the true object of his desire.
He felt the mark at his neck pulse, felt his cock pulse in time to it, throbbing behind the tight leather, the living warmth of it as that need was stoked higher. He heard sounds around him; groans, moans, sucking wet sounds as thighs were spread and heads went between them. Or the wet sound of a dick sliding up past pulled aside panties into hot, wet pussies, one woman next to him holding onto the bannister as her partner lifted up on his toes to fit into her fully.
All of it a peripheral observation, his eyes focused with a hunting intensity on the man on the stage. On his mouth. On the hand skimming down along his body and gliding over his groin. Another heartbeat, another wave of lust that left him, the circle expanding further, like a mist of ecstasy that was creeping ever closer to the stage.
A face appeared before him, trying to draw him down for a kiss, but he snarled and moved her out of the way. Nothing was allowed to impede his view of his mate.]
no subject
then amongst the chaos - golden eyes in the crowd, narrowing down lestat's field of vision, blurring all else. not the subjects of his usual waking nightmares - not the jeering pale mask with lone fangs, nor the heavy judgement of red eyes and the wisp of ash disintegrating a lonely figure. just gold, copper as the coloured lights changed. the scent of vanilla and petrichor on the air - yes, that strike of lightning that lestat's body echoed immediately upon sight. his fangs grow in his mouth and his dick hardens a little too fast, beginning to ache. a hum in his blood in response, the mark upon his nape singing at the rightness of seeing him here, of scenting his need across the fall into debauchery. the concert falls away from lestat in this moment, leaving only the animal need to mount, claim and breed and the very human need to reunite with the man he had been missing.
lestat gets to his feet, eyes sharp and intense. he tosses the microphone to the stage, not flinching at the snarl of feedback or the questions from his band. it was the final song anyway - did they need a drawn out refrain? without hesitation he leaps off the stage and begins to make his way to rowan. the crowd parts for him immediately, though hands linger to grope and touch without permission. those in the throes of lust do not move however, but lestat simply skirts around them, doggedly approaching those who pawed at the fae man and flashing his teeth at them in a challenge. ]
Fuck off. [ he growls, expression stormy, eyes a white split of lightning amongst the void. when one does not move from tonguing rowan's clothed arousal, he forcibly drags them away by their shirt collar, uncaring of who else they collided with. all that mattered was slipping his arms around rowan's waist as if they belonged there, setting everything back into its rightful place. ]
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Then he was stalking towards him and all he could think was "Fates, he is magnificent." All feral primal need, those fangs bared had his mark throbbing in response. For once, he stood there passively, waiting while his lover stalked him. He made no protest when the too-touchy groupie was jerked away from him. They weren't who he wanted. They were merely in the way. This. This was why he'd come.
Arms slid around him and he felt his body curve in towards Lestat, hips touching, groins lining up and making a soft, shuddering breath leave him. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes as he slid his hands up along those wonderful arms, up to his shoulders.]
There he is. The myth. The legend.
[A tease, but it was said with such a soft, shaking voice, it likely didn't come across as flippantly as he'd planned it. This time, he was the first to lean in and kiss him, the first to claim that mouth that had been haunting his dreams, beckoning him. He tasted that first bloom of arousal and something that was purely Lestat, and he made a hungry sound as his tongue slid in to taste more. He was already pressing his hips in insistently against him, that urge to mate ricocheting through him like a bullet.]
Donatello | Rise of the TMNT | OTA
sebek zigvolt | twisted wonderland | m/m 16+
furiosa | mad max
Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter | MCU | OTA
If you want to include current MCU stuff in the mix, he was on blockers along with all his other meds while in prison, but now that he's out and can't get them anymore his hormones are going absolutely bonkers in all senses of the word.]
Clark Kent | My Adventures with Superman | M/F
Mira || KPop Demon Hunters
axis | teahouse | ota
shadowheart | baldur's gate 3 | ota
soundwave | transformers idw | ota
Dorian Storm | Critical Role C3 | OTA
Lois Lane | Superman 2025 | OTA
daenerys targaryen | asoiaf/got
mordred | fgo | ota