In Heat/Rut (not a/b/o)

[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

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[tastedfire]

Daenerys had harbored many misgivings about the lords of Westeros, whod served with those responsible for her family's exile. But neither Jon nor his siblings had been alive yet when that war began, and neither had Dany. She and Jon had both been born of conflict, and turmoil, and both risen to become their own person. She had seen how the people followed him, and seen the steel in his sister's eyes, and she had come to respect, and perhaps even admire them both.

But it was Jon she dealt with now, and Jon's movement that she tracked with her eyes as he strode proudly into his hall. She sat amongst her circle of guards, draped in a great many more furs than she was accustomed to wearing, but she wore them as regally as she'd worn any silks. There was something about the so called Bastard of Winterfell that made her want to trust him, made her hope that faith would not be misplaced. "Yes, thank you," she replied, accepting his hospitality. "You, and your sister, have been most gracious hosts."

[snowcrow]

She may be a guest in his family's home, but she was also a queen in her own right. She'd had assassination attempts on her since before she'd even set foot on this land, so for that alone, he wouldn't make a fuss over her having guards to keep her safe. He felt it unnecessary, as he'd never raise a hand against her -- Ned Stark would claw his way back from the dead to beat him for harming a woman with no cause, but she couldn't know that. Nor could she be expected to trust it if told and promised. Lies were just as easily said as truths, and it was never easy to tell which was which.

There'd been whispers that ever since the comet had appeared in the skies above, ever since those dragons of hers had hatched and she'd stepped unburned from the flames, magic had been creeping back to the land. Magic and old ways, the ways of gods almost forgotten were taking hold of those that lived on the land still. The Winter King came, leading an army of undead. The Mother of Dragons rode beasts that breathed flame that scorched and melted rock. Wargs sprouted up, sliding into the skin of beasts to borrow their bodies to see as they did. And humans, those two legged bumbling fools, found themselves reacting in ways that they hadn't for eons.

He went over to where the wine lay, making sure to keep his body angled so that she could clearly see him pick up the goblets and dust them out, then pour the wine. He'd have no fears of poisoning in Winterfell. No fear of treachery or betrayal during so sensitive a time. He came back over, filled goblets in one hand, cask in the other, setting the latter down before placing her drink in front of her, slowly enough her guards wouldn't take issue and decide to see if the recently dead would like to reacquaint himself with the darkness again. As he leaned forward to set her goblet down, he picked up a scent; something that was both sweet and musky, like a honeysuckle... or something he couldn't put a name to. Feminine and tempting, his lifted his eyes to hers for a moment before he leaned back. That scent, low and brief though it had been, made something inside him heat. Something deep and hidden and unknown. He lifted his glass to hide his surprise. "Sansa would do much to help an ally, especially one who helped rid her of the vile creature that had taken up residence here. I can do no less than to offer the same, and I find it my pleasure to do so."

[tastedfire]

Dany appreciated Jon's consideration, and she was certain that her guards did as well, though she could practically sense them holding their breath as Jon leaned down to deliver her wine. It was not violence that she saw in his eyes, though. It was something else entirely. Something that made her feel a pleasant stirring in response.

"Still, you have my gratitude, and I hope that I might be off assistance as you rebuild. I do not have much with which I can repay you now, but your assistance will not be forgotten. I believe we have a mutual interest in putting right what has been done to our kingdoms."

[snowcrow]

"Not my kingdom, Your Grace, but certainly my home. When we rid the land of the White Walkers, I'd like to have something left to live on. People left to be apart of." He took another sip of his wine, telling himself to be careful. That feeling was unusual, but almost familiar. Desire, but not quite what he was used to, though he'd be the first to admit to being a novice in that area. It was one thing to feel arousal when a woman was disrobing to stand naked in front of him, but it was something completely different to feel it stirring because of her scent.

And to find himself looking at the bodies that lined the wall behind her as competition. Males that were clearly not worthy of her attention or her touch.

He looked suspiciously down at his glass. Perhaps something had been put in it. He cleared his throat and tried to move past the urge to find a reason to lean over the table again. "I make no claim to any throne. I merely want what's best for the people of the land I grew up in as a child. For them to survive and have children of their own. There's a common enemy all the world needs to band against, but we'll be slaughtered like pigs if we can't put the bickering aside to stand against them."

[tastedfire]

Home. Daenerys wasn't sure if she had ever had a home in any one place. Her brother had always thought of Westeros as home, but Dany had been born in exile. This was the first that she had seen of Westeros.

But as she gazed across the table at Jon Snow, and listened to him speak of protecting his people, she found herself thinking that it was a fine sight.

"The tales are true." White Walkers. Corpses come to life. It was less surprising to her than it might have been, had she not seen what she had seen with her own eyes already. "Then you are right, and we must turn our eyes North of the Wall. We must be ready to meet the Walkers with dragon fire."

King's Landing would have to wait.

[snowcrow]

"Seems they might all be. Children of the earth. The dead walking. Dragons..." He started a slow pacing on his side of the table, finger tapping idly against his goblet as he tried to keep that rising need from distracting him more than it already was. He was glad his leathers covered the front of him properly, as the visiting queen might take offense to being saluted to without hands. Not that he'd intended to, but every time a draft of wind lifted her scent to him, it was like a blow, making him crave something he knew well enough not to. "I think, Your Grace, that your dragons may be the key to winning against the creatures. Dragon glass works well enough, as does Valyrian steel. Seems that things from where your bloodline started have the best chance against them."

[tastedfire]

One would have thought that a girl raised in the south would have been shivering like a leaf in Winterfel, but Daenerys felt strangely warm. Perhaps it was the Blood of the Dragon that flowed through her veins, it the passion she felt for their soon to be united cause. Surely a few sips of wine had not been enough to so arouse her senses.

Not that Daenerys felt any shame in indulging her senses. But there was a time and a place for such things. Still, it was enough that she allowed her fur cloak to fall partway open; exposing what little of her throat remained uncovered by her new, northern clothing.

"Does anyone alive remember how to make these weapons? Or know where to find records of the technique?"

[snowcrow]

Like the direwolf his house claimed as its own, like the one that had padded in after him, his own guard against unknown parties that was currently lying like a white shade against a far wall, Jon reacted to that show of skin like he was scenting prey. His nostrils flared slightly, the little movement somehow wafting more of her scent over to him. His grip tightened on the goblet, his step faltering for a moment before he regained his composure. "Not that I know of. There are a handful of Valyrian weapons scattered over Westeros, most of them passed down through generations. My father had one and I'm told it was remade into two others by Tywin Lannister. I carry one from another line, given to me by my predecessor from Castle Black. As for dragon glass... I'm afraid I'm not the man to ask about that. We found a cache above the Wall, but I've no notion of where to find more."

[tastedfire]

It wasn't her intent to bait him. She was only trying to be comfortable, knowing that negotiations may last a while. She did notice the tension in his posture, but assumed that it was because of the nature on their discussions.

"If you do not object, I shall speak with Lord Tyrion, perhaps he will have done idea where we might begin our search for information. He may even be able to help us negotiate with King's Landing." As much as she was loathe to abandon her wrist for vengeance, there were more important matters at stake. "In the meantime, I'd there is any other way that my people and I might assist you, I hope you will not hesitate to ask. Nor am I too proud to admit that I will need you, and your knowledge of the northlands."