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bakerstreet2024-08-11 06:54 pm
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Stuck in this rut
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
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A wretched little moan escapes her, her gaze meets his, and she leans in to bite his lower lip quickly. ] I want it. [ A kiss where she bit. She wraps her tail around his waist, and runs her hands down his bare back, nails biting into the skin above his wingtips again. ] Would love your cock in my mouth. Want it inside me first - I need to make you come. I might lose my mind if you come.
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Meanwhile, her lustful commentary is delightful, though it doesn't entirely clear up his questions. No matter. They'll take things one moment at a time. He shivers happily at the bite of her nails against his wings and bucks his hips, driving himself into her a little more forcefully.] It's inside you now, my sweet. Can't you feel it? Do you need me to work harder for you?
[Another rock of his hips, and then her brings his tail around his body, grips it with his hand and pushes the spade-tip between them, just enough to press against her clit as she moves.] Is that better? Good gods, even your clit is scorching hot...you're a furnace, Ea.
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Oh - oh, yes, please, [ she chokes it out, although what it is she's begging for is anyone's guess. More? To come? A little bit of both?
She rests her forearms on his shoulders, leaning in to crush her lips to his with a needy little sob, and from there on it's purely feral instincts driving her. She needs him to come, has to have him fill her, has to keep him, has to -
Has to ride him fast. She digs her knees into the bedroll, and starts on a pace that is brutal, skin slapping skin, her pants and little moans interrupting every thrust. She tightens, clenching around the girth and length of his cock, and breaks the kiss to let out a near-hysterical laugh. ] Gods - I'm gonna come again, love...all over your perfect cock - keep going. Fucking wreck me, pleasepleaseplease...
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The noise she makes when the kiss breaks is enough to make him shudder. He speaks no answering words, but his teeth find her throat again, nipping and worrying against the stinging bruise he's already made there as he hits the point of no return.
He holds her down when he starts to come, grinding deep within her as he spills again. Hotter than before, unless that's just an illusion caused by her feverish heat. Either way, as his climax tapers, rather than going still again, he rolls suddenly, putting her beneath him.
His groan is low and soft and delirious.] Mine...gods yes...I don't want to stop. You feel so good...
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He bites her neck again, drawing a wrecked moan out of her throat at the sensation, and she squeezes so tight around his girth she can feel it everywhere. Everything feels sharp, needy - her teeth, her tongue, the heat that coils around her - and then he comes.
She lets out a relieved sob, inexplicably happy to feel him fill her with his seed. It's such a relieve that she finds one new, desperate form of release, the kind that forgets that she takes very strong potions not to fall pregnant and can only think of this in fully feral terms.
Reduced to base desires, he rolls her under him and rocks against her again, and she wants him to breed her until she passes out. What she says, instead, is an incoherent string of words - half in infernal, half in common - wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist and holding him tight. ]
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Gonna...ride this out together... [He tells her thickly, whispers in her ear and then nips the lobe tenderly.] No one else is getting near you until you're done.
[A slow roll of his hips, he grinds against her again with a deep sigh.] You're already full of my seed, beloved. Intend to keep it that way. [She'll have his children, or no one's, his muzzy brain says, forgetting his earlier resolve to make sure she has access to birth control potions after she recovers.
He'll remember again later.
In the meantime, she's babbling beneath him, clinging so sweetly, and he gives in to baser instinct, tossing words out the metaphorical window. Time slows, stops, skips ahead at unpredictable intervals as he alternates between fucking her roughly, hungrily and easing off to admire and kiss and stroke her body. He loses track of how many times she comes, responding mindlessly whenever she cries out for more, and as for him...well, given his age and the hardships he's been through recently, his stamina turns out to be goddamned impressive.
At some point, when the lamps have burned low, they start to come out of the haze, and find themselves side by side, bodies still locked in an embrace. His tail is tangled around hers, too. He has actually broken the skin with at least two bites, but they're not very deep, tender and puffy spots on her left shoulder, which he will have to heal for her as soon as he can.
The mess is spectacular. This bedroll may be ruined for good.
His eyes are embers when he opens them to look at her face. He aches all over, can only assume she does, too, but it's the best pain he's ever felt in his life.]
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It can't be Ea, because Zevlor calls her beloved, and that must be it, right?
Later, much later, the heat subsides and melts away like ice on a hot summer day. She is laid out on the messy remains of his bedroll, her hair loose and stuck to her neck, her collarbone, sweat cooling off at the back of her knees and the small of her back and under tail.
It's over. It's done, and he is still holding her in the aftermath, instead of dusting his hands off and sending her on her way. For that comfort alone, he earns himself a gentle kiss to the line of his jaw, her eyes clear. Her head clear. ]
I feel like I should thank you. A number of times. [ Fifteen or so, but who's counting? ]
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Mmm. I don't think you ought to, actually, given how much I enjoyed that, myself. I haven't had a moment's peace since Elturel fell. I wouldn't call this peaceful, per se, but there was more joy in it than I've felt in years.
I needed that. [And Tilly will probably tease him about it, getting laid in the middle of the wilderness with goblins about to attack them any day now, but that's all right. A little harassment never hurt anyone.]
I'm afraid my ability to get you to a hot bath is limited, but I'll help you clean up as much as I can with what we have here.
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She waves off his concern about how dirty (read: still dripping his seed) she is. ] Don't worry - I have a cantrip for that. [ Prestidigitation, the cantrip you are.
There will be time for baths another day. Maybe tonight in camp, maybe she'll dunk herself in the river before heading towards the goblin camp. Who the fuck knows, but she wants to escape the lofty missions dangling over her shoulders for a few seconds more. Maybe minutes. ]
I know I screamed it a few times back there, but you were - are incredible. It was my pleasure, trust me.
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[He trails off, briefly lost in a tangle of associated mental images.] Mmn. I thought I had shaken the pheromones, but perhaps I'm a little hazy, still.
[He kisses the base of her horns lightly, one after the other, then stretches lazily, smiling.] As were you. So needy, and so appreciative!
Forgive me, but I have to ask, did you have eyes for me when we first met? I...am not so old or so dutybound I failed to notice you when we first spoke, but I would never have presumed if you hadn't come in here looking at me like that.
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It's not said as a joke, nor is it harsh. Just facts are laid out, and Zevlor can take them or leave them.
Or he can kiss her horn and smile like a satisfied cat. ]
Oh, I had eyes for you - and I did not think you were old at all. Dutybound, maybe, but I wasn't assuming you were oathbound as well. I saw you. [ She runs her fingertip down the line of his nose. ] I see you.
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His hand comes to rest just under her ribcage, stroking idly, and he grins at her when she touches the bridge of his nose.] My oath never required me to be celibate, my sweet, only considerate.
You're beautiful, you know. I've clearly been in the wilderness too long; I saw you and thought of strawberries and cream almost at once, thanks to the shade of your skin and hair. I suppose it was inevitable that I'd want a nibble.
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