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In Heat/In Rut (now with more actual posting?)

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

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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

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[ Interested in a Xander? ]

[Sure! I'm actually working on the Conquest route now. ]

[ I only have it so far, but it's quite fun. Any favorite scenarios? ]

[I got the Special Edition, but I'm still early in it. Only Chapter 12. I'm pretty much up for anything. I also apologize about a lack of icons.]

[ I rolled 13, if that's alright with you. ]

[Works for me. Do you mind starting?]

[ Not at all! ]

Xander had known all his life that he and Corrin were, biologically speaking, unrelated. Of course, that was relatively recent news to her-but unfortunately, the ticking clock of biology cared naught for any hangups that those it affected might have.

Nor was Corrin's own clock, strictly speaking, the issue. The two of them had been in war council when it struck him, hard and fast. Of the women present-Corrin, Azura, Elisa, and Camilla-Corrin was the obvious choice. Quickly wrapping up the meeting, soon only the two of them were left in the warroom. Covering up his sudden urge to rut as best he could, Xander gestured to the seat across from him, sitting down stiffly as an unplanned for erection rubbed frustratingly against his underthings.

"Corrin. You... you know what rut is, yes?" Hopefully, this conversation would be smooth enough-it wasn't as though Corrin couldn't spend those nine months in the Deeprealms, only losing a week or two here. Nostrils flaring with agitation, Xander was trying to focus on explaining what was happening, even as all he could imagine was bending her over and filling her womb.

Why was it so hot in her armor? It had never been this hot before. She did her best to keep focused on the war council. They had to have a plan in order to fight back against Hoshido.

She was thankful that the meeting was wrapped up quickly, her sisters and Leo heading out to do whatever they were going to do. She took the seat across from her brother and thought about his words for a moment. Being locked up for most of her childhood meant that she did a lot of reading. Still, there were certain books that Jakob, Flora, and Felicia kept from her, stating that a young princess shouldn't read books like that.

Still she had managed to finally get Felicia to tell her what was going on when she came of age. She knew that her face was burning bright red as she nodded in response. Without thinking, one of her hands moved over her abdomen as if wondering what it would feel like swollen with new life.

"Felicia explained it to me when I came of age," she said, finally meeting Xander's eyes.

Perhaps Corrin's cycle had managed to align closely with Xander's own. Or, perhaps, his had somehow activated hers-but clearly, between the blush and the subtle gesture, something was getting to her.

"I... am in heat. And I need to breed, as you're aware." Of Hoshidan birth, Corrin was of exquisite stock-and raised Nohrian despite her birthing. She would be the perfect mother to his children, presuming that she would have him-and she would need to decide quickly. Last time Xander had been affected like this, he hadn't been satisfied until he'd rutted into a trio of lowerborn noblewomen, creating practically a litter of royal bastards.

With Corrin, it needn't be that way. He certainly felt a sort of love for her already, and turning that towards romance would not be so hard. And-even should romance not actually spark-she would make a fine queen as well as a fine mother. But the latter was his first and foremost concern.

The thought of children had occurred to her before, but she didn't know if it would ever happen. Finally getting out of that Fort led to so many different opportunities for her. Still, the thought of ever having children of her own lingered in the back of her mind.

While still locked up, she often thought of who she might take as a lover if that might ever happen. Her thoughts always went to men that might be like her brothers, either Leo or Xander. Who could love her more than the two men who played the biggest roles in her life? She could never see herself with someone like Jakob, he was there to serve her, but not as a mate or potential father.

She didn't have to think long. She didn't even answer him, instead, she stood and leaned forward towards him, choosing to answer him with a heated kiss.

For the moment, Corrin was at the advantage. Still seated, Xander couldn't easily deepen the kiss-though he did eagerly respond in kind, lips crashing against Corrin's own. The pressure inside of him-the need to breed, to leave Corrin (and any other woman that might happen to show up while he was fully in the throes) absolutely filled with his seed-was building, and finally, he was unable to take things slowly.

Standing as well, his hands began to quickly work at her clothing while he deepened the kiss, even if the physical pressure felt more acute within the confines of his own. Seeing Corrin nude, seeing how perfect she would make a mother, was Xander's priority.

Why did their armor have to be so tricky to get off? She growled a bit in frustration as they both worked on getting her armor off. She didn't want to break the kiss, but she had to in order to get the final piece of armor off.

She stood nude before him, her body covered with a few assorted scars from their battles against Hoshido. The most visible scar she had was from a training accident before she was allowed to go to the Castle. She looked up at him, breathing hard from the kiss.

"Xander..."

That scar was, in a way, his mark on her. Some caused by Leo had been more dangerous-but it was the most visible, by a fair margin. Something Xander was proud of.

Unlike Corrin, he didn't need to be naked-and unlike her, Xander fought from horseback. Besides his boots-easily pulled away from both feet-there was no armor that would prevent his access to her. "Corrin. Have you ever- is this your first time?" Not that it was slowing him down, deft hands working at the laces of his breeches and the prince sighing in relief as the pressure began to alleviate around his groin.

"It is." She answered. A life of isolation had seen to that. She watched as his hands worked at bits of his armor. Of course it would be easier for him since he battled on horseback. Still, she would have liked to see more of him. Maybe another time.

She was nervous, it was her first time, but she wasn't going to back away now. Her own body wouldn't allow it and she doubted that Xander would have the control to let her leave. She knew that he would be as careful as he could with her, after all, he had looked out for her all of her life.

Offering-at first-only a grunt in response, Xander tugged his breeches down, underthings following closely so that his manhood could spring entirely free. It throbbed with each heartbeat and dripped with the precum of his arousal; even though the heat had only hit him minutes before.

"I'll try to be careful, then." It wasn't easy, not when dealing with a force of nature like this. Within moments, his hands were on her-not forcing himself into her, not yet, but striving to prepare her. One hand cupped a breast, and the other's fingers sought to clamor their way into her sex, making sure she would be able to take him on easily enough. It was all rushed and aggressive-but not painful.

Her nipples were already hard as his hand went to her breast. She wasn't as well endowed as Camilla was and she doubted that she would ever become like her older sister. Still, she wasn't exactly flat chested either. Her body was well muscled and toned from all of her training sessions.

She gasped and shifted her stance as his fingers reached their goal between her legs. She was wet, but not as ready as she needed to be for him.

Considering she was much closer, biologically speaking, to Hinoka and Sakura, the lack of endowment wasn't exactly surprising. On the other hand, neither Azura nor Elise were exactly buxom, either-perhaps Camilla was just a general exception.

But of all those women, the only one Xander was currently concerned with was Corrin. Pleased to find her already growing wet-and that she was clearly just as eager as he-two fingers began to pump slowly in and out of her, determined to stretch her further as he went. His other hand was more of her pleasure than any preparation-teasing and taunting that nipple, even tugging slightly on it to see her reaction.

"Gods..." she muttered softly as his hands continued to work her over. The fingers inside of her made her groan while the hand at her breast made her gasp. If her nipples could have gotten harder, they would have.

Corrin didn't know how she managed to keep standing. The more his hands work, the weaker her knees felt. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep up right.

"Xander..." Her voice was soft and husky, sounding similar to her older sister's but still very much her own.

There would be time for gentler-and more interesting-positions once he had climaxed once. As it was, Xander's patience was running low, and he wanted nothing more than to blow a load inside of his sister-so his plan was simple enough.

"Bend over, Corrin. Over the table." There was perhaps-even putting aside their current state-a part of him that enjoyed the idea of taking her on the war table. It was almost a sacred piece of furniture, but here they'd be, defiling it. Once she was in position, Xander spat in his hand, rubbing saliva over his cock before slowly beginning to push the head inside of her-he couldn't hold back too long, but he could at least try/

She was quick to comply with his order, bending over the large table. Years of battles had been planned on this table and because of their kingdom's love of war, it was almost sacred and it felt right for her first time to be here.

She braced herself against the dark stone of the table as he started to push inside of her. He was bigger than she thought, but after a little bit of resistance, he was able to slowly push inside of her until he got to her hymen.

"Please, Xander...I'm ready," she said. Felicia had told her that her first time would be painful, but she could endure it.

If Corrin felt ready, Xander wasn't about to delay any longer. Grunting loudly, he pushed himself the rest of the way in, impressed-though, again, the heat seemed to have a lot to do with it-that she could take his length.

Having always been told that a woman's first time could be painful, but that the best thing to do was to just push through the pain-replacing it with pleasure, as it were-Xander quickly withdrew and slammed forward again, strong hips smashing against Corrin's rear. Slowly, he began to establish a rhythm-pulling back out somewhat slowly, until only his head remained inside of her, and then slamming forward mightily.

It felt as if she was being torn apart inside, far worse than the cramps from her monthly cycle, but the pain didn't last for too long. The combination of her own heat and the rhythm that he set, the pain was gone shortly after it had arrived.

She was surprised at his strength and his size. She moaned as he pulled out, feeling almost empty without him inside, only to moan loudly as he thrust back in. His cock seemed to rub everywhere inside of her, finding her g-spot quickly and making her moan even louder with each thrust.

Already, it seemed obvious to Xander that his strokes must have been landing perfectly. Much louder than his own grunts were Corrin's moans of pleasure, moans that grew even louder as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Increasing the force, the head of his shaft rubbed down against that spot with each thrust, balls bouncing up against her with each heavy push. Xander himself wouldn't last long, but there was no reason to hold back-while Corrin's pleasure was a consideration, it paled in comparison to his need to breed her.

She cried out as his thrusts got harder, bringing her closer and closer to her own climax. Corrin could feel something building inside of her, but she didn't understand what was going on. She just knew that she couldn't hold this feeling back for much longer.

It didn't take long for her whole body to spasem as she climaxed. She reached for something, anything on the table to grab and hold onto as the spassems continued. Afte what seemed like ages, her body seemed to calm down.

"Gods...Xander..." she panted, her body relaxing against the table.

The sudden added tightness-and the rapid spasms-brought Xander closer, though he hadn't quite reached his own climax. Even as Corrin relaxed, Xander continued to pound into her-seeking out his own pleasure and, more importantly, the opportunity to bury his seed inside of her.

With one final grunt, he remained hilted inside her, cum spurting its way out of his cock and against her womb. While one load would not be satisfactory to satisfy his heat, it was at least enough to allow him to reason again, and was quite likely enough to get her pregnant already. Reaching out as he panted lightly himself, the backs of his fingers lightly stroked her cheek. "How... was that?"

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