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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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[ooc; No 31, 32, 29 or 20 please.

Would love to do 13 or 1. But open for all other options that are not in the no list.]

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[I am cool with that and no worries about being rusty! Which one should be the dominate role then?]

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(Him then? Lol Him as a beorc captive and Leanne freeing him?)

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(... I AM LIKING HOW YOU THINK! Part-hawk or part-raven will be perfect for me. :D And it would better fit the theme. And yes, either hawk tribe or raven depending on which half you want but eeeeeee liking this so far! Plus with part-raven Leanne would be more keen on mating with him then being part-hawk cause hahaha so not bias towards ravens.

Nooooo don't be sorry, brainstorming a plot is good to help set it up!)

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(Woot! If you please!)

((OOC: [Sticking to 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 13, 16, 18, 19, 20, 23, 24, 27, 31, 32, 33.

Any questions or ideas, let's consort.]))

((Open to any and all prompts save for 14. Ideas and questions? Hit me up here or in a PM.))

((~~I sorry I'm monopolizing all of your muses but~~ Can we do 31? I... kinda like that option. A lot. [Actually, does it still count as non-con if Moira's just putting on an act? Because let's be real, she wants it six ways from Sunday.]))

((There are never enough tags from you XD Tag away!! We most certainly can! Feel free to play up the whole victim thing, even if Moira (as we both know) really does want it, all of it, and in the worst way))

((God, yes she does. ~~And I do too.~~~ I'm just... going to build the setting off of the other thread we've got going on, if that's okay?~))

[The weather was warm, and it was humid enough that Moira hadn't bothered to wear anything to bed this evening. (If any of the werewolves had needed her, she wasn't about to waste their time, or her lingerie, by leaving on unnecessary garments, anyway.) The red-head simply made due by covering herself with a simple sheet, and was currently curled up off to one side of her bed; she wasn't expecting any night-time visitors this evening, so perhaps she'd be able to get a good night's rest...]

[Such a foolish assumption it was for Moira to think that she would be sleeping soundly this evening. I-No was a hungry and energetic woman, in constant need of company and entertainment. There were reasons for why she kept such a pack of lycanthrope at her beck and call, should the occasion rise where she needed every hole stuffed with ready and able cock.

However, for this evening, I-No was feeling a bit more independent. She'd been keeping a watchful eye on her new pet throughout the day, and she'd long been waiting for the right moment to enjoy the still recovering body with just her own devices.

The familiar sound of those gorgeous fuck-me boots clapping against the cold floor echo about the spacious room where Moira had been kept. The grow closer to the young woman as I-No begins to unclasp her clothing, letting the latex and leather fall to the floor on her approach.]

Wake up, my Pet~ Mistress needs a nice, wet pocket to stuff her prick into~

[Perhaps she had been a little foolish, but then again... Moira was already ready for something to happen. The click-click-click of those boots against the floor cause the "sleeping" demon's heart to race, and it's then that her ever-aroused mind starts working up a little ruse...]

Mistress, please... I just want to rest a little while longer...

[It's not entirely true, of course. The red-head has a suspicion that she may just get the reaction she's wanting from I-No, if she just plays the right part... even if "playing the part" meant a little bit of deception here and there.]

[At her bedside, I-No rips away the sheets as she immediately straddles herself atop Moira's chest. Leather grinds into the slave's arms as she pins the woman down with her covered knees. Hands work quickly to unzip her skin-tight shorts, her soft and limp member falls out from its coverings atop her ample and abused tits.]

Did I ask for your opinion? I'll use you whenever I WANT to use you. And right now, I want to dump a full days worth of cum on this body.

[Positioning herself between those excellent breasts, I-No begins to thrust her hips wildly into the soft cleavage as her dick grows in haste. Soon the tool is filled and engorged with her hot blood and arousal, poking against Moira's chin with every push.]

Don't just lay there, you scab. Open that mouth and taste my cock. You must be thirsty, so why don't I feed you some hot sperm?

M-Mistress -- mmh!!

[Her 'protests' are muffled by the sudden entrance of her Mistress's cock into her mouth, and her weak struggling only serves to help the red-head take more of the delicious dick into her throat; the rest of her body shudders and writhes beneath the dark-haired woman, adding to the illusion of helplessness.]

Chk-! Don't try and fight it, Pet! Don't-.. Nngh-! Don't fight me.

[She's incredibly rough with how she handles the writing sow, gripping those precious locks of red and taking tufts into her clenching fist. She's grown angry from the monotony of the day, her pent up aggression being released on the toy beneath her like a boxer beats upon a punching bag. Her length jams deep and hard at the back of Moira's throat, almost suffocating her with the sheer size of her girth.]

Just take it, Pet. Take all of my cock. You're so hungry for it. Bet that twat of yours is good and wet just from sucking on it, isn't it?

[Her body is growing excited, but then, it isn't quite so easy for her to admit that. The only sound that Moira makes in response is a wavering half-moan in between thrusts, her eyes glancing up at I-No with a pleading expression -- but was it pleading for her Mistress to stop, or for her to give the immobile red-head more?]

[How the other woman would interpret the look was something that Moira didn't know for sure, but she could hope that her act was working as well as she had intended. And, if it wasn't? She'd have to hope that the punishment was just as good...]

[She's patting herself on the back withe very thrust, fingers tightening around the helpless slave's throat as she selfishly fucks deeper into the mouth of her toy. She'd procured herself such a tasty slut, loving the way that she objects to being used through her words, yet the language of her body suggests that she cannot live without the abuse.

The head of her cock brushes against the very back of her throat, the smooth and bulbous head slides against the soft tissue and crowds the volume of the oral-passageway.]

Mmmn- It's like your throat was made to be a sleeve for my dick, slave. I just love roughing up this fucking mouth with my dick.

[Her hips begin to hit their rhythm, pulling in and out of Moira's mouth as her cock is now properly covered with saliva.]

[The tightening of I-No's fingers around her throat teases a quiet sound from Moira that vibrates through her Mistress's cock; her body continues its slow, rhythmic writhing, and her tongue licks at the underside of the dark-haired woman's shaft with each thrust.]

[I-No's words only serve to get her more worked up, a quiet whine starting low in her throat despite the front she put on. Did she really need to make it so hard to play her part?]

[She pushes deep enough for her swollen testicles to rest on the slave's lips, shaking her waist back and forth in an attempt to wag the tool in the confines of her throat.]

Mmm- I just know you love being tortured by my cock, don't you, my hungry little slut?

[Her glove covered hands slap against Moira's full cheeks, hitting firm enough to leave their mark and echo a resounding "SMACK" several times. It's hard to keep her hands off of Moira, loving the way her hair falls to the bed after giving the strands a good, firm tug as if the crimson locks were nothing more than a leash for her use.]

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Edited 2014-02-22 00:26 (UTC)

[ no non-con. ]

[No 14, 29, or 30.]

[No 7. Forbidden, please.]

[No non-con or pack prompts. Pregnancy will require some discussion first.]

[ i'm cool with everything, but 15 and 19 are off the table (excepting mako). ]

[ post-pitfall, it's all mako can think about.

she's felt the effects of heat before, two times prior to this, and both times she was able to sate it quickly and with little complication in the way of emotions; during wartime, when things were uncertain enough and the fate of humanity hung in the balance, she'd had little inclination to allow herself to be bound permanently to someone in such a way. she'd focused on her goals with a zealous fervor, and ignored everything else but the carnal aspect of it.

now, however, it's different. the war is over. life resumes.

and raleigh is her copilot, her drift partner, her other half in so many other respects other than the physical. they already share a bond, a mental and emotive link so powerful that it momentarily overrode loccent's failsafe — it stands to reason that a sexual bond between them would be just as strong. they've shared their minds, their memories with one another. there isn't much in the way of intimacy left, between them. it would be easy; they could take their time with it, savor it slowly, letting the anticipation build between them as it has for the last couple of weeks.

only now, she's consumed with the drive to rut, to mate, to fuck, and the more she tries to ignore it the more compelling it becomes. she tries to relieve it somewhat with her own fingers, stroking herself in the privacy of her own room to prevent herself from all but jumping him in public, but nothing seems to sate the urge. if anything, it ramps up her libido even higher.

and then there's raleigh's scent. the man is a walking, talking pheromone, and he's driving her crazy. she finds herself stealing his shirts from his room in the barracks, standing next to him in the mess hall and discreetly sniffing him (and making excuses, lest he think she's still suffering from oxygen deprivation from the breach). when he exercises, working himself up into a light sheen of sweat as he does with her in the kwoon, it's ten times worse.

which is where she is, right now — slowly losing her mind while simultaneously pummeling him with the hanbō. she's pulling no punches; she's using all of her expertise, all of her strength and she has to now, to beat him, because he's been in her head and he knows all of her moves by heart.

there's a fire in her belly and a spark in her blood as their hanbōs clack and clash together and she twists him so that he's down on one knee, her wooden staff stopping just short of clipping him on his neck. (she can see his jugular, the cords in his neck standing out and laced with sweat as he breathes heavily, and she wants to sink her teeth into the soft flesh of it.)

she's not nearly this hard on him, usually; the panting she does from her exertion exemplifies this. ]

...Two-one. [ and then she slowly backs off as she mock-sheathes the hanbō. ]

[ the heat's something Herc is accustomed to. he's felt it come and go over the years, learned how to deal with it. he was in the air force, that kind of shit isn't something you can just ignore, just sweep under the rug. every spring it was some kind of goddamn alpha male pissing contest. it wasn't all that radically opposite in the Shatterdome— the only real difference lay in the pool of individuals involved.

you had a certain kind of man and woman in the air force. with the building of the Jaegers? it was far wider gamut. and it was different for Herc because it wasn't just about him, about his family that was removed. he had his boy with him, now. had to keep an eye on him.

some people called it pack mentality. Herc didn't necessarily disagree with them. he let a lot of crap go, especially with Chuck. when he'd gone into his first heat, and a number after that— well he was the kind of shithead who would get in over his head if given half the chance. and he pushed buttons. a specific kind of button.

the hallway was rank with it when Herc had stormed out of his talk with Pentecost to break up that fight.

he'd deal with Chuck later.

right now, he was on the tail of more seasoned game. ]

[ The thing that people assume about males falling into heat, as small a percentage of the population as they are, is that it exhibits in the same way it does for their female counterparts. Dilated pupils, heightened aggression, haughtiness, oversensitivity to proximal contact, spiking temperature — and they would be right. These are all accurate signs of an onset heat.

What people tend to forget, though, is this: testosterone is testosterone, and a hormonal spike in a male vents itself in the usual manners.

See: exhibit A, Raleigh Becket and Chuck Hansen, coming to blows in the middle of a hallway, one set off by the other. People often forget how many predator species have its females as the primary hunters, and while it's a sexist analogy to relate with— well, in this particular case of biology, it's apt enough.

The toughest ones are the ones who live long enough to pass their genes on. That's the nature of survival.

- - -

It sets Raleigh on edge. It's never been this difficult before - there's no shortage of men and women off the Shatterdomes, when he'd walked away from Alaska, and before then the PPDC had taken care of their own.

He usually had a better warning.

As it were, though, Raleigh had woken up that morning with a nearly-solid sense of agitation spreading outward from the base of his spine, a not-quite-itch nestling under his skin, and he swore as much as his manners would allow. This wasn't how it's supposed to go, and he'd been certain he had a few more weeks, if not days, if he accounts for the seasonal shifts and the geographic timezone.

Raleigh wonders if he'd just up and synched with Mako's cycle, and wasn't that an idea?

The nausea set in the minute he stepped out, and the aggression kicked into high gear with every non-paired omega he passed, progressively ratcheting up and up and up until— well. He never made it to the med bay, for one.

He's still baring his teeth when Herc comes around to him. ]

[ most of them are on suppressants. after Chuck had acted out one too many times, he'd started taking them too. he wonders if it's no small coincidence that it's after he's come off them that this fight happened. too many hormones flowing. Herc hasn't been on them in years because he's got more self control than that— like Stacker— most of the time. there are theories it has to do with having a partner, someone you drift with. whether that partner matches up biologically or not, it's supposed to even you out a little.

Raleigh isn't like that. he hasn't had someone in his head long enough. spent years out in the wild— and Chuck, he's in his prime. he turns everyone's head. it makes Herc's hackles lift.

it isn't hard to track him down. Herc already knows what it smells like because he's well versed in Chuck, and when he'd opened the door and the fight had crashed over him like a wave— well, he has good self control, but even a man like him could only reign it in so much. ]

Hey! [ it's a bark, demanding attention, and he's marching down the hall like a man possessed. anyone in the way quickly scurries the fuck out of it.

Herc expects a fight, but his blood is burning and each step he takes nearer to Gipsy's pilot blows his pupils even further. ]

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