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.

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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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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.

Dara's eyes flashed blue and it took a conscious effort for her to appreciate that he was looking out for her, not stalling for the sake of wiggling out of the situation.

"Yes, Stiles, if I didn't want you, I wouldn't be able to stand the smell of you right now, so are you going to help me or do I need to call Mr. Plan B or Mr. Plan C?" She rubbed her hand against the front of Stiles'pants for encouragement. "All of the things you've ever wanted to do to me, even the dirtiest, most secret thing? I want it, too. Right now,"

His lips thinned at the mention of her calling someone else. She wasn't his. He shouldn't be thinking of things like that. But he wanted her. She knew what he did in the privacy of his room, of his bathroom, knew that he thought of her and she was being evil and using that against him right now. His thumb brushed along her jaw as he met her eyes, heart thudding in his chest as he licked his lips again. "I... okay."

Okay? Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to hear. 'Sure, fine, I'll bang your brains out. Okay.' It was no wonder he was forever single. But he could do something, right? He could lean in a little, watching her as he tried not to react to the hand pressing against him, making him want to press back more as he brushed his lips over hers. Hesitant, like he was still expecting her to hit him for it.

Shifting her weight again, Dara tried to ignore the pang of hurt that came with his less than enthusiastic response. Okay? That was it? Okay? Still, her focus was mostly on the fact that he was still touching her face and she could hear his heart thudding loudly in her ears. It wasn't lost on her that, in spite of the fact that she could feel his stiffness beneath her hand, he wasn't actually reacting consciously to it.

Dara was about to call the whole thing off, sensing discomfort from him, but before she could actually open her mouth to say anything, his lips were on hers and she lost herself in that instead, wasting no time in trying to deepen the kiss, parting her lips for him and moving her free hand to the side of his face, moaning against his mouth. The hand she had against his groin was fumbling instead, now, with the button and his zipper.

What he wanted was everything she was offering and more, but he grabbed at her wrist, slowing it and looking at her as he broke the kiss. "Can we, ah... slow down? Just a bit..."

Things Stiles didn't want to do: come in his pants. It wasn't like he had anyone else touching him ever, so having someone touching him there was like this burst of intensity that had him breathing in through his nose -- which just made him smell her more which had his body reacting to her more and... vicious cycle. "Not stop. I don't want to stop. I just... I need..."

Everything about this screamed bad idea, Hale to Dara from the lackluster response he'd given to her all but begging him to have sex with her to the request to slow down when she was aching to speed up. That and, quite honestly, she couldn't help hating herself a little for the fact that she wondered vaguely whether this was going to be Stiles' first time and she was selfishly going to rob him of any deep affection that should be incorporated into that because her body was longing for a fast, dirty fuck rather than what Stiles really deserved to get out of this encounter.

Dara's chest was heaving when Stiles held her wrist stumbling through an explanation for which he couldn't seem to find the words. "You just need what?" she asked breathlessly, whimpering a little at him.

God, why couldn't he be better at this? He looked at her, sliding the hand at his crotch up so he could grab it in both of his. "A little more... direction?" Direction. Right. Okay. So, basically, tell him what to do. Because he did want to. Very much, as evidenced by the fact that she'd been rubbing an erection, one that was making a wet spot on his boxers.

Direction? What kind of direction was she supposed to give him when she was so distracted and needy that she couldn't even think straight. Literally, she was nothing short of molesting Stiles Stilinski in the middle of her loft. "...take your clothes off," she blurted out as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her to be asking him to do. "And mine," she added, because if he really needed direction, she might as well be blatantly obvious all the way around.

Okay. Right. Direction. That was pretty... direct. His hands dropped to his pants, hesitating yet again. Please don't kill him, Dara. "Um, what about... I mean, I don't have anything on me. Protection-wise." Because if she was actually in some kind of werewolfy heat, that was due to her cycle, right? Which meant she was fertile, right? He was pretty sure she'd kill him if she wound up pregnant with a Stilinski baby.

Dara couldn't help the exasperation that escaped with her sigh when he looked like he was going to actually follow her instructions only to hesitate again. It briefly crossed her mind to threaten calling Isaac again. "And?" she asked. Stiles really didn't know how this whole being in heat thing worked at all, did he? Mating and subsequently reproducing was kind of the whole point. In fact it was literally the only thing she could think about at the moment. "So what? Take your clothes off."

"Okay, now I know there's something wrong. Dara, you do not want kids. You especially do not want kids with me." Or Isaac or Scott. Nope. He lifted his hands to her shoulders, squeezing and trying to meet her eyes. "Think for a moment. Should I throw you in the shower with the cold on?"

A sound caught between a whimper and a growl escaped her and she moved her hands back to the waist of his jeans, eyes flashing blue again. "You should throw me on the bed with no clothes on is what you should do," she replied. "You can't use a condom with clothes on anyway," she added, feeling it an important point to make just then.

Okay, blue eyes of death shouldn't be a turn on. Explain that to his cock. He let out a shaky breath, that need almost choking him as he looked at her. "I can't... I won't do anything that's going to make you hate me more than you likely might after this, Dara. That and, ah, I'm pretty sure my dad would kill me if I wound up getting anyone pregnant at seventeen."

"Stiles," Dara said in a low voice, finally backing away from him because she was pretty sure if this was going to go anywhere, she was going to have to do it her damn self. The werewolf crossed her arms in front of herself and peeled her tank top up over her head before turning her back to him and reaching behind herself to deftly flick open the hooks of the back of her bra, letting it fall to the floor uselessly behind her as she moved toward her bed. She made a show of bending over as she slid the jeans she'd unbuttoned during the walk down over her hips and to the floor. When she finally turned back to face him, she remained in her soaking wet panties, hair curtained over her breasts as she held up an unopened condom she'd taken from the box under the bed. "Now take your clothes off and get over here."

She was all kinds of fluid grace, liquid sex in a human form as she stalked over to the bed, taking off her clothes along the way. If he hadn't been fully erect by then, he would have been, and as it was he found himself letting out a pained sound as his cock throbbed behind his pants. When she bent over to pull her pants down, he let out a very low groan, seeing the way the fabric of the panties was darker between her legs. Jesus. Jesus H Fucking Christ.

It wasn't until she held up the condom that he felt a flood of relief mingle in with chafing need and want and needwant. He stared for a moment, mind sort of trying to play catch up, but his hands were moving to undo his pants, legs moving so his feet could work to kick off his shoes as he headed towards the bed. God, please help him not to suck. Or explode before he got to do anything. He couldn't take that.

For a second, Dara thought he was going to just be frozen in place staring at her and she really might have to call one of the werewolves to help her stop the painfully swollen clit, but then finally he was moving and she hooked her thumb around the waist band of her panties, tugging the fabric away from her skin without actually removing them. The condom was tucked into her hand with the rest of her fingers curled around it.

"There we go," she praised, wetting her lips as she watched him.

His breathing quickened, picking up as he moved towards her, feeling drawn in by the very, very excessive expanse of skin he could see. Breasts. He could see breasts and he wanted very much to touch them. Pants came open and he paused to push them down, shrugging off the plaid overshirt he wore until he was just in his tshirt and boxers. That was naked enough, right? Right.

He met her at the bed, body vibrating in eager anticipation like a puppy in training being told to sit as someone put out treats in front of him. "Can I... kiss you? Again?"

Humming in the attempt to bite back a moan, Dara's bottom lip caught between her teeth again as she watched Stiles starting to disrobe as he moved toward her. Something told her he was going to make her continue to ache even worse than she had been before they had even gotten started because he was going to want to take his time. The fact that he was asking permission, still, just to kiss her cemented the idea in her head.

"Don't ask me questions, just do it, Stiles," she replied, making the conscious effort not to snap out the instruction and rather to keep it gentler. "And touch me," she tacked on for good measure, because God she wanted his hands on her.

He nodded at that, licking his lips as his hand came up to her waist. Right. Touch her. And not get punched in the face. Okay. Novel idea. He leaned in, stepping up to her and fitting his mouth back over hers. It wasn't a completely chaste kiss, but there was a hint of nervousness to it that had him holding back, just a bit. He wanted this. He ached for this. He just wasn't sure he'd be any good at it and god, did he not want to disappoint her.

His other hand moved to her shoulder, sliding up along it to her neck, thumb grazing lightly over it.

Having Stiles this up close and personal made it impossible to focus on anything other than the scent of his arousal and the taste of his mouth on hers. He had one hand on her waist and that one was close to having the right idea as she pulled him closer and slid her hands up the back of his shirt, fingernails sinking into his back hard enough to be felt but lightly enough not to break his skin. "Lower," she moaned against his mouth before seeking out his tongue with her own, taking charge even though she wished very much that he had the confidence to take the reins here.

Give him a little time to warm up. He wasn't sure this still wasn't a dream and he wouldn't wake up with her hitting him in the face with a pillow and telling him to porn-dream at home. But she felt real. Felt hot and soft under his hand, a hand that slid lower to her thigh, fingers tickling along it until he dragged it back up to the small of her back. She tasted real. She tasted sweet and spicy and his mouth opened against hers, tongue sliding out to meet hers and tangle up with it.

The time he was taking might've been more appreciated when Dara wasn't feeling the onslaught of a decade of heat having been suppressed by medication all slamming into her at once and she found herself making a mental note of it. Nobody said this had to be a first and a last, after all.

Her fingernails raked down his back leaving an irritated trail of red in their wake before she curled her fingers around the bottom hem of his shirt, drawing it upward to give him the hint that she wanted it out of her way.

Kissing Stiles was actually a lot nicer than she expected it to be, if only because he always reminded her so much of an eager puppy that she was half-expecting the sloppiness that would suggest to go with it, but he wasn't. He was taking his time...he was tasting her, she realized, and she followed suit.

Edited 2014-07-17 07:14 (UTC)

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