bakerstreet | THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME

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

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.

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{No pregnancy, please.}

{preferences for these two? We decided assumed cr yes?}

Edited 2014-07-16 02:18 (UTC)

{We could do a blend of things. Maybe some jealousy (jealousy's fun, okay?) with a little dominance, maybe some forbidden and suppressants not working? Up to you who you want to be the one in heat or the one who starts it or who reacts. I'll go with the flow.}

It wasn't like she and Stiles were a thing. It wasn't a thing. It wouldn't ever be a thing, because Stiles was annoying on a good day and infuriating on a bad one. Dara kept good track of her cycle for a reason and it was so that she could keep on top of it; so that she could keep up with the supplements that toned it down. Whatever Deaton had given her this month, though, it wasn't the right thing, because Stiles was sitting on her couch, flipping through channels like he goddamn lived there and Dara was staring at the back of his head way too torn between slapping him upside it and kicking him out...and climbing onto his lap and letting him ease the dull ache of need out of her. He'd do it. If she asked him to, he'd definitely do it.

But then she was catching the remnants of the werewolf scents lingering in the air; Scott, Isaac, Ethan — even gay werewolves went into heat, didn't they? He'd give in eventually, wouldn't he, if Danny wasn't around? — and Dara was pacing behind the couch just to keep moving in the hopes of stirring up the scents enough that they'd waft out the window and be gone.

Deaton really was useless half the time. Dara didn't ask a lot of him, even though he was supposed to be the Hale pack emissary. She never asked anything of him after the fire if it wasn't dire, with the sole exception of the supplements and because he'd screwed it up — because why? She wasn't important enough? — Stiles' neck was looking more and more lickable by the minute.

"Stiles...?" she asked quietly, her voice coming out a whole hell of a lot more thick and husky with barely suppressed desire than she would've liked.

Stiles was currently oblivious to Dara's inner turmoil. He was flicking the channels like a kid with ADD. Oh, wait, he was a kid with ADD. Well, that explained it. Flick You too can own one of these amazing - click - --ever told me how you felt, Fernando. And then you slept with my cousin and - click - Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?. He paused there, the allure of the anthropomorphic sponge drawing him in until he heard his name called from behind.

"Yeah?" Answered somewhat distractedly because, hey, Spongebob, Dara. Look, it's Spongebob. What shenanigans were him and Patrick going to get up to now?

The incessant channel-changing would be a lot more obnoxious if Dara wasn't distracted already with her own needs. She kept pacing, pausing only briefly when Stiles answered and getting back to it when she realized that he wasn't paying her any actual attention at the time he'd said it.

"What do you think Scott and Isaac are doing right now? You think they're busy?" she asked, closing her hands into fists at her sides and chewing on her bottom lip wantonly. If Stiles was too distracted, then fine. Scott and Isaac would smell it on her a mile away and no amount of Spongebob would work as a distraction for them.

His answer was still half distracted, a smile as Patrick put a milkshake on top of his head. "Uh, Scott and Isaac? Scott's at work and Isaac is... I have no idea and I don't care."

Nope, Stiles still hadn't warmed up to Isaac all that much, so the beta's whereabouts were really no concern of his. But curiosity nipped at him and he asked, head half turning, eyes still on the tv, "Why? Got some wolfy things to do?"

The answer Stiles gave wasn't a surprise to Dara at all, but it was a little frustrating never the less. Of course he wouldn't know what Isaac was doing. Ironically, he was probably doing the exact same thing Stiles was doing, only on Melissa McCall's couch rather than Dara's. If she could remember where she'd left her cell phone, she'd text him to come over. "What time does Scott get off? Out. What time does Scott get out?" she asked, her eyes wandering to the back of Stiles' neck again as she wets her lips.

"...you could say that. Sort of." She paused. "How can you watch that stupid shit, seriously?"

"Um... late? I dunno. I think he's doing some paperwork or something with Deaton after." But now he was curious and he finally turned his head to look at her. "It's funny. I don't need a medical degree to understand it and it's a waste of fifteen minutes."

Did she look different? She looked different. Why did she look different? "What kind of wolfy stuff? Is it wolf only, or could a measly human help?"

Dara stopped pacing only to fidget in place instead. "It's stupid," she replied. "You think or you know?" she asked because yes, Stiles, the differentiation was important to her just then. It mattered if Stiles knew Scott was going to be late or whether he just thought he was.

She finally looked back at Stiles face, her eyes roaming over his features as if she was studying him. It wasn't a thing that he was here, it was just something he did. It was just something that didn't really bother her that much. Except that right now, she didn't actually give a shit one way or the other whether they were a thing or weren't a thing or if their mutual flirtations every now and again were just two-sided obliviousness.

"I don't know. No? I just think Scott would do it better," she replied, distracted as her eyes moved back to his neck, only now that he'd turned, it was his throat she was looking at as she licked her lips again. "Or Isaac. Or whatever," she added with little thought to the implication she'd just given that Stiles wasn't good enough when, actually, she kind of preferred him, she just didn't want to have to spell it out and with the werewolves, she wouldn't have to.

Well... that got a frown. "Do what better? I'll have you know I'm pretty handy around the house. Just not with sinks. I'm pretty sure sinks were put on this earth to screw with my average as far as handyman stuff is concerned. Or is this like... some kind of howling thing. I can howl. See?"

He let out a weird sort of high-pitched howl, head tipped up and eyes closed before he finished and opened them to look at her. "See? Totally not just a wolf thing."

Yeah, she definitely looked different. Was she flushed? Maybe. "Hey, you okay? You look... hot." Well, yeah, she looked hot all the time, but she looked temperature hot this time.

Dara lifted her eyebrows at him when he started rambling off reasons he was just as good as Scott; things that didn't make any difference at all as far as what she needed and wanted just then. ...mostly needed, because really, if she was thinking desperately of Scott, that should've spoke volumes to Stiles, no matter what it was that she wanted from him.

At the...whatever that sound was supposed to be...Dara's face scrunched up and she shook her head. "Please don't ever do that again," she replied. If for no other reason than it actually hurt her ears. "That was not a howl."

"I'm fine," she spat out quickly. "...I am hot, but I'm fine. Turn off the TV, will you?"

She sounded off. Something was off. Normally she'd roll her eyes at him and call him an idiot, or just roll her eyes and throw something at him. Now she was looking all... hot. Heh. Hot. Yeah... okay, he needed to stop thinking like that before she picked up his scent. God, being around werewolves sucked.

Brows raised at the tv request, but he did hit the power button, silence filling the void. "Okay. So... what do you need? I can go see if I can find someone, if it's really that big a deal." He pushed up over the back of the couch, but as he got closer, there was a tickle in his nose. Something... different. "Are you wearing perfume? I thought werewolves didn't like perfume."

Dara was actually surprised when Stiles did turn off the damn television and the silence he was hearing in the wake of it was filled with his heartbeat for her. He was right there and he was coming closer and—

She wasn't subtle about the deep scenting she was doing with the air around them and she was wetting her lips again, catching her bottom one between her teeth while her chest started to heave with shallow, rapid breaths.

"We don't," she replied and her voice was low and wanton again in spite of herself. She could feel her skin warming and the hairs on her arms starting to stand on end. "...Stiles, you should probably leave..." she gasped, the words tumbling out before she could decide whether she actually wanted him to stay or go. She was leaning toward the former.

"You don't. So... what's that smell?" He leaned in a little, making a show of sniffing. She did the same and he thought she was trying to sniff herself, but then she was licking her lip and... okay, maybe that had a little tingle heading for his pants. Yep. Think about lacrosse. Think about Coach. Think about Greenburg... eww. Greenburg.

It was really hard to think about Greenburg when there was a weird look in her eye and he found himself becoming very still. "Why? So Scott or Isaac can come do your wolfy thing?" Was that bitterness? That wasn't bitterness. Nope. Wasn't jealousy either. No, not like he didn't know he was just a puny human.

If Stiles could smell it, Dara was really in trouble. But then there was a spike in the pheromones coming from him and it was almost like he knew what was going on without knowing at all. That was just like a human, she thought, to be slower on the uptake when the rest of his body was already in overdrive because it knew what was going on here.

"It's just me," she said in a low voice, breath hitching when he leaned in toward her.

The tone in his voice when he seemed to freeze caught Dara's attention and she shifted her weight uncomfortably, because it went straight to her panties, that jealousy hiding behind the words. "You can do my wolfy thing it if you want," she told him, fully aware of the suggestive hint in the word choice as she took a few steps toward him. "Provided you figure out what it is on your own," she added in a sultry voice that she barely even recognized as her own. Goddammit, Deaton was so dead. So dead after this.

Stiles was slow in a few things, he was fully willing to admit that. He was especially slow in realizing when a girl or, in this case, woman, was coming onto him. He blinked, tongue coming out to wet his own lips reflexively as she stepped in closer. That tingle that had gone to his pants became a pulse and he hummed softly, trying to think of anything that would distract him from being aroused around a werewolf that could smell it. "You? You don't... I mean, I've never smelled that before. On you. That smell."

Speaking of that smell, it seemed to spike and he took a deeper breath to get more of it. "It smells good. Are you sure you're not wearing something?"

Oh... she was stepping closer. She was stepping closer and she had a look that had his pulse fluttering and the thoughts of Greenburg and Coach doing ballet in speedos fleeing from his mind. "I can? What... do I have to figure out?"

He knew. Part of him knew, but it was just so out of the realm of anything possible that it was taking a long time for it to be feasible to him.

And...this was why she'd prefer Scott just then, if only because he'd know exactly what that smell was and why he hadn't ever smelled it on her before. Stiles' nose wasn't as sensitive as that, which wasn't his fault at all, but there it was, all the same. "Yes you have," she replied, "it just wasn't strong enough for you to register it. It's always there, Stiles, that's just me," she explained.

The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corners of her mouth when Stiles complimented it. If she hadn't already known he was attracted to her, that would've spoken volumes in that direction. If he wasn't, it would've been a bad smell for him instead of a good one.

Dara went back to chewing her bottom lip, eyes roaming over Stiles' body, hovering probably a second or two too long over his groin before making their way back up to his face, half-lidded with desire. "Part of you already has it figured out. I can smell it on you," she admitted because if that didn't give him the idea, nothing short of ripping his clothes off and throwing him down on the bed was going to.

...God that sounded like a really good idea, actually, just then...

Had she just-- she'd totally just looked at his crotch. She had and good god, it was like his dick knew it, coming to life in the unfortunate position of being trapped behind his pants. Unfair.

"You... ah..." She was biting her lip and Jesus, okay, not fair. That was definitely on the list of things Dara wasn't allowed to do around him because he couldn't help the way he reacted. Only she wasn't rolling her eyes or telling him to leave. She was... telling him to deal with her wolfy pr-- oh. "Are you in heat? Werewolves go into heat?"

He hadn't known that. He supposed he should, it made sense, but then there was that pang of jealousy again, his brow creasing into a frown. "Wait, and you wanted Scott or Isaac? Really? Isaac?" Scowl.

Give the boy a prize, his brain finally caught up with his dick. "Females do," she blurted out before she could get her brain to mouth filter to kick in and stop it.

She'd taken another step toward him, close enough that she had left barely any space between them and...of course that's the next thing that comes out of his mouth. Now she is going to roll her eyes. "Really, Stiles? That's the part you want to focus on right now?" she asked, looking back at his neck and ignoring the hitch in her breath as she watched his Adam's apple bob slightly in his throat when he swallowed.

"I--" Shut up, Stiles. There was a horny female werewolf in front of him that pretty much had just said she wanted to have sex.

With him.

But she would have picked Isaac or Scott first. Yeah, okay, that was definitely jealousy sparking in his eyes as he looked at her. It was a weird sensation, feeling jealous because of Dara, but... yup. There it was. And towards his best friend. Again. Women. Hmph. "I don't know. You sure a dumb, stupid human can manage it?"

Dara's eyes narrowed. Was he really going to stand there and fucking debate logistics with her instead of fixing it? He knew the term in heat, clearly, but if he actually knew what it meant and how uncomfortable the throbbing ache between her legs was, he wouldn't be screwing around asking stupid questions.

"I would prefer it if the dumb, stupid human took into account that I haven't actually left to seek out the werewolves and that should speak volumes," she replied in a low, raspy voice. She lifted her eyebrows suggestively, then. "If I actually wanted either of them, I wouldn't be having this stupid conversation right now, but if this is all we're going to do, then maybe I should go find one of them, after all," she pointed out unashamedly.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably again; she was already wet for him and it wasn't a pleasant feeling, given he seemed more interested in bitching that she'd brought up the names of the other two than tending to the issue at hand. "Stiles, fix it," she whimpered before she could stop herself.

There was a brief warring between jealousy and lust in him before lust won out. She had a point. She could have kicked him out and called one of the other two. He wasn't sure if Scott would have come, but Isaac would have. Isaac and his stupid smug face and scarf and...

Right. Dara. He looked down at her as she shifted, picking up that scent again and feeling another twinge in his gut knowing it was her and not some sort of pretty perfume. She smelled good. He wondered how she'd smell to another wolf. He should really stop thinking about that.

His hand lifted, hesitating by her shoulder before dropping. "I, uh... how, exactly? Is there a, um, a specific... thing? To do? I mean..."

Hello, Dara. Virgin, remember?

...was this real life...?

"You do know what being in heat means for me, yes?" Dara asked reflexively. She paused. "Yeah, Stiles. Fuck. That's how to fix it."

In her right mind, she'd have realized why he was asking, but she couldn't think straight. Her panties were soaked and her clit was swollen and throbbing. Stiles was not the right person for this job, she could tell, but she wanted him. So she closed the space between them, pushing a hand up against the bulge in his pants. "All the things you probably do to me in your head when you're jacking off? Do those things. All of them. ...like ten minutes ago."

Edited 2014-07-16 09:55 (UTC)

She said a bad word. A bad, dirty, hot word. And then her hand was on his dick and he was letting out a breathy whine, his hands on her arms, holding and squeezing as lust punched him hard enough to almost double him over. He wanted to ask more questions because no, he didn't really know what it meant for her to be in heat other than what he'd vaguely heard about for dogs; whining and humping things. Yowling for cats. But she wasn't a cat. Or a dog. She was a very hot werewolf who was touching him where no one else had touched him before and god... god...

He lifted a hand off her arm, bringing it up to her face. "Are you sure you're... you?" Rule one; make sure your partner was capable of consent. Like, actually capable and not in some weird hump-craze.

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Re: Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

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She can be the one in heat and I dig a mix. Sorry this took forever; got sucked into my book O_o

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