THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME

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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

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

Comments

[diutinus]

( by the time Dean leans against the doorway, Castiel is hunched over the sink, hands clenched so tightly on the edges his knuckles are white. he doesn't respond to the questions right away, trying to regain control of his rebelling body. he's too hot, his skin is prickly, oversensitized, and that ache — all he wants to do is shed his clothing and beg Dean to do anything, anything. )

...I believe I am in heat.

( the words are shaky. Cas lifts his head enough to be able to meet Dean's gaze in the mirror. his eyes are bright, the irises bare slivers of blue. )

[fellout]

[ There's no sound from Dean at first, expression a little twisted--mostly between the urge to laugh and confusion. Okay. So. That certainly rules out bird flu, if it's true, and he pushes away from his spot by the door to crowd a bit closer to Cas. He can see it now, meeting his eyes for a second in the mirror before looking down at anything except his reflection. ]

You believe, huh? I thought you said that couldn't happen.

[ Like what the hell. He literally doesn't know what else to say, but he has to be really, really sure. No point letting Cas suffer if it's actually a heat, and his first one too. ] Let me see. [ Not that he's an expert, but he's been around long enough to know a thing or two. Dean makes a grab for the angel's elbow to turn him around. ]

[diutinus]

( when Dean steps closer, Castiel shivers. the proximity is enough to be tortuous, and he bites down on a noise that could easily have been a whine. then Dean drops his gaze, and Castiel swallows thickly again. )

I did. I had not counted on being on earth for so long at that time, however. I've been... influenced by humanity.

( influenced being a far better word than corrupted, as any of his brethren would believe. the touch to his elbow jolts the angel. he lets go of the sink, aware he was on the verge of cracking the porcelain, and turns, letting Dean guide him. )

You're not a doctor. I need... ( to get away, go somewhere private. maybe drown himself in an ice bath for a day or two. Dean's scent and warmth is strangely tempting. Cas unconsciously leans even closer to him. )

[fellout]

[ He's not blind. It's easy to tell whatever's going on with Cas is affecting him a way he's not used to, but Dean's not about to let the angel push him around. Not with this, not like that. He's too stubborn anyway, so that's how it's going to be. No if's and's or but's about it. ]

Just shut up, and let me look. [ He guides him as forcefully as he can so he can sit him on the toilet, and he's not even thinking about the way he must look kneeling down between his legs. They're way too close now, and Dean doesn't even have to say it.

Cas is in heat, and he suddenly wants to tear him apart, push his head back and fuck him into the wall or the floor or-- There's a sharp breath through his nose, hand gripping the angel's chin as he tilts his head enough to meet his eyes. ] I know what you need, Cas.

[ And it's dumb, stupid, goes against everything he's ever promised himself, especially involving Castiel. Still, it doesn't really stop Dean from tugging him forward to kiss him hilariously light on the mouth. ]

[diutinus]

( normally that would have earned an exasperated look from the angel. this time, however, the only thing Cas can focus on is the way Dean kneels down between his legs, the way his eyes are suddenly dark and wide. he's seen that look before, though it's never been directed at him. not intentionally, anyway.

before Castiel can so much as open his mouth to question Dean, the hunter is gripping his chin and tugging him forward into a light kiss. Cas goes stock still as lightning flooding his veins, rushing under his skin. his hands fly to Dean's shoulders and the next thing he knows he's pushing him down onto the floor, kissing him harder, desperately. )

[fellout]

[ He sees that and doesn't say a damn word about it, can't exactly focus on anything when it might just sound exceedingly dumb leaving his mouth. Maybe tell him how blue his eyes are or something equally lame, how the heat makes them almost electric--like when he's all mojo'd up. Except he doesn't really get much of a chance to actually do that. Mostly, it's an embarrassing squeak of surprise as his lungs deflate and Cas smashes him to the ground.

Dean's motionless for all of two seconds, stunned really, but then, he's kicking into action, sliding an arm around the other's shoulders and getting a fistful of his hair to keep him there. Desperation's an easy thing to notice, opening his mouth and pressing inside Cas' with the tip of his tongue. The surge of want is scary as hell, but he doesn't stop, can't seem to as he tries to roll the angel over and ends up smacking them both into the bottom of the tub instead. ]

rip dean winchester; died of head trauma trying to get freaky w/ his angel.

[diutinus]

( the room they're in is clearly too small for two grown men to be manhandling each other in. even through his heat, through the desperate, almost mindless need for touch, Castiel realizes this fact and he breaks away from Dean long enough to press two fingers to his forehead. one second they're on the bathroom floor, the next they're bouncing onto the bed. his aim is still a little off but at least they didn't miss the bed and crash into a wall or something. )

honestly the best way to go but totally said angel's fault

[fellout]

[ The transition should have been easy, but Dean had never been able to handle Travel By Angel very well, feeling a little dizzy as the bed squeaks under their sudden weight. He's still got a hand in Cas' hair, and he pulls. ]

Give a guy some warning before you go doin' that sort of thing.

[ It's mumbled right against the curve of the angel's mouth before he's kissing him again though, nothing biting about those words. He's more focused on as to why they'd never thought about doing this until now, devouring the taste of him with hard, pressing kisses that map the shape of his lips and the inside of his mouth. It's like something angel and the heat both, and it's driving him crazy.

A huff, and he decides now's a good time to attempt a repeat of rolling Cas over, managing it far better with the space of the bed beneath them. He straddles his hips, gracelessly yanks at his shirt. ] C'mon. This has got to go. [ He gives him a cheeky grin. ]

[diutinus]

( the pull to his hair does nothing but make Cas groan. he might have apologized, but Dean is kissing him again and he can't help but kiss back. when he finds himself on his back with Dean straddling his hips and yanking at his shirt, he doesn't hesitate to obey, undoing the buttons with shaky fingers. once they're all undone he sits up to shrug the shirt off his shoulders and toss it aside, heedless of where it lands. he doesn't immediately lie back, instead catches Dean's mouth again even as he pointedly gives a tug at his t-shirt. )

[fellout]

[ If anyone asked whether or not he liked how demanding the nerdy angel could be even with the sounds he's making, Dean would have denied it to the grave. But he really does like it, chuckling a little against the mouth plastered to his when he feels that tug on his clothes. Insistent, at least, and he bites at Cas' lip before he draws back to pull the tee over his head. Undressing is a pain in the ass when he needs to be naked yesterday, but it's not so bad with a warm, willing body under his. ]

S'plenty of time to do this, Cas. [ He'd make time if there wasn't. Dean licks down the slope of the angel's exposed neck, grinding down. ] What's it gonna be?

[ Tell him what you want. ]

[diutinus]

( it's rare that they have plenty of time for, well, anything. Cas isn't thinking about that, though. he's far too focused on the pleasurable sting Dean's bite caused, the way he arches to pull the shirt off, the way he licks his throat. that makes him moan and he throws his head back for more. his hips seem to roll up of their own accord to meet Dean's, hands restlessly sliding from his shoulders to his chest and back again. )

I don't... — please... I need you. ( to do something, anything. don't tease the poor angel. )

[fellout]

Didn't I tell you? [ A huff of breath, ignoring the plea Cas gives and going straight for his throat again. Dean drags his tongue over skin, tasting the slight hint of salt there and the heat that's distinctly Castiel. He can't tell if it's actually the heat or just the angel inside, but it's not as if he's really all that picky. With that roll of his hips, he grinds right down against him and smothers a low groan. ] I know what you need.

[ And he doesn't waste time despite his earlier claim, dragging his fingers over the plane of Cas' chest and past his navel. He pops the button of his slacks and slips his hand inside. ]