bakerstreet | 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.

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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.

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(( ooc: I'm ok with either of them being in heat tbh. ^^ But if I have to pick maybe Stiles then?))

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[Stiles hates these weeks. The weeks when he gets reduced to a whiny, horny, wet and sweaty mess and he can't think of anything else but reproduction... Which is really the best word for it. His mind is filled with more filthy things. Scott and the others know that when he disappears like that they should leave him alone. Not Derek though, of course not Derek...

Stiles groans and looks over his shoulder from the bed when he hears someone enter. He's a bit calmer, just finished with another round with his hand, which wasn't the best but it's not like... Then he spots Derek and he goes into shock.]

D-Derek...? What- what the fuck..?! [Shit, his room must reek of his heat and he should really wear clothes, but who knew Derek will surprise visit him?! And why does his body getting damn excited again at the sight of him, ugh Stiles hated this.] Leave..!

[Stiles scrambles to sit up, grabbing the sheets to cover himself as he turns to Derek. His knees are weak so he can't get up from the bed to push at Derek to go. But he's afraid if he'd do that he won't be able to let him go either.

He swallows, eying the wolf and his body is acting like he didn't just spend the week jerking off. His eyes drop on his chest, imagining Derek pressing against him, holding him down. And when Stiles' gaze reaches Derek's hips his lips part and a pink tongue comes out in a silent need to taste something...]

[As if Stiles could feel that need too he leans forward, placing one hand on the bed, while he's keeping the covers at his waist with the other. His eyes are half closed as they are glued to Derek's belt. Then the wolf speaks and he looks up again, snapping out of it a little.]

I'm okay, I'm just... you see... busy... [He breathes heavily, noting Derek's tone. He should tell him to leave, it's not supposed to be like this, but just the thought of Derek out of that room causes him actual pain.] I'm really busy right now... busier than ever, and will be for a few days.

[Stiles has to ramble otherwise he'd say other things. Things that include his tongue and Derek's... skin.]

[Stiles' heart skips a beat when he sees Derek come closer. It's not fear however, it's excitement. Maybe a little nervousness, but he knows he's already too far gone. It's not fair that after fantasizing about someone for a week and they suddenly appear in the flesh during the peak of his heat. It's not fair. Stiles can't be strong, he can't send Derek away, not anymore.

His breath catches in his throat when Derek speaks and he doesn't even need a second before he lets go of his covers that are slowly sliding low on his hips. Stiles' glad he's in heat, because he's not feeling shame for asking what he wants when it hurts so bad. He's not thinking about how he must look, or what Derek must think, he can do that later. He can dig himself a hole and die in it later from embarrassment, but right now Stiles is hurting and Derek is there and he's inches away to get aid for his pain.]

[Stiles gasps when the covers are gone, his sensitive skin aching from the sudden cold. But he has no time to dwell on that, because he's scrambling forward as Derek kisses him. He gives a low moan from the back of his throat, grabbing at the wolf's jacket to pull him closer. He almost comes again from just feeling Derek so close.]

I- I want- [Stiles stutters, breathing heavily as his body arches in need for Derek.] I want you...

I want you to fuck me... I want to suck you, I want... I want it... [Stiles' only half aware of what he's saying. He just wants, no, needs Derek to ease the pain. To take him. To mark him and make it good and make it hurt in a sweet way.] Only you can do it, only you...

[Stiles' breathing like's drowning. In big gulps and panicked a little as more skin gets on the surface of Derek's body. His warmth is all around him and Stiles is dying.] You should have called, you should've called first, god, you're unreal...

[Stiles rambles as he slides his hands low on Derek's body. He wants him inside fast and deep and as soon as possible. He moans loudly just at the thought of that as his fingers wrap around the wolf's member. He has no damn idea what he's doing.]

You should really, reeeally make it a habit already..! [Stiles whimpers, panting. He'd rather taste some skin instead of words in his mouth.]

I did, I did...

[Stiles is fingering himself for a week now. He might not be too stretched, but he is prepared. A little pain might just make it better even.] Please... Derek...

[Stiles whimpers as he's trying to remember where he put the bottle. It was always in his hands, always around it's... He scrambles to look around and finds it near his pillow. He reaches for it and tries to open it with overly shaking fingers.

He's so far gone and he'd be so embarrassed if he were in his right mind. But he isn't. He's in heat and he hates it, but then Derek decided to visit him and it just became worse and better at once.]

[Stiles' body reacts so much at the grab on his neck. His instincts are telling him that Derek is taking him as his own, that he took ownership and that hand is a sign of that. And Stiles moans into their kiss and kisses back even if he barely has any air in his lungs. He's enjoying this too much and he tries not to think of what will happen when he comes off his high.]

Derek... Derek... [He whimpers, his back arching up the bed to try and meet Derek's as his arms are around the wolf's shoulders to keep him close.]

Don't tease, don't tease, please...

[Stiles gasps loudly as he spreads his legs more for Derek. He's wet and hard and leaking and he's so close. His eyes fall shut, his hands searching a grip on Derek's shoulders. And it's just his fingers... Stiles bites his lower lip just at the thought of Derek's hard flesh inside him and it makes him moan out loud.] Derek...!

What...

[Stiles swallows a little unsure. Because Derek doesn't want to hurt him? Wait, of course he doesn't... Stiles frowns, because he's a bit overwhelmed for a second there. But it all escapes him when Derek nuzzles at his throat.

Stiles tilts back his head offering more of his neck as his nails scrape over Derek's skin. His mouth opens in a silent moan as the wolf enters him and he's almost coming.]

I... I... Derek... [He doesn't know what to say, or how to say it, but Stiles is always talking. And this happens when he doesn't know what to even say besides Derek's name.]

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