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

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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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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)

He felt his shirt being lifted up, but he really didn't want to move to take it off because that would mean breaking the kiss, and he was very happy where he was, thank you. She tasted like she smelled, only better, her lips soft and pliable under his and his hand at her back pulled her in a bit more. He felt his cock nudge at her thigh when he did, embarrassment and need both flushing his cheeks as he tries to move his hips back. Just a bit.

Tugging his shirt up higher, Dara moaned into his mouth when he pulled her closer and she could finally feel his erection against her. When he tried to move back a little, Dara briefly abandoned the quest to get his shirt off so that she could pull him back against her again. She wanted to feel it; needed to feel the physical reaction to her that went with the scent of his arousal hanging thick in the air.

That had him making a sound of his own and it crept from his mouth to hers, his body unable to keep from rutting against hers once in response to the sensation of her touching him. "Jesus, Dara..." He was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life and all he wanted was to have her.

His hand at her back hesitated a moment, but only for a moment before it crept down to get a good hold of her ass. She had a great ass. He wanted to build a shrine to her ass.

Dara kept one of her hands pressed firmly against his tailbone, keeping him close and rocking her hips reflexively to try and find friction as he moved against her. The lack of anything for her to grind against elicited a whimper into Stiles' mouth.

When she felt his hand move lower, Dara moaned again with abandon. There was no one here to hear it except the one she was trying to goad with the sound. "Stiles, please touch me. I need it. I need you, I want you," she whined breathlessly.

It was a sound. Just a sound like any other and yet it tore through him, had his cock jumping against her as she made it and he felt a frantic need to do anything to please her. Anything she wanted. No matter how dirty or degrading, he'd do it, just to get her to either make that sound again or stop. And it didn't hurt to hear her say that. 'I want you'. Yeah, well, he wanted her too. Had for a while. And this was just like every holiday all rolled into one for him. "I... where? Where should I--?" So he wasn't so good at saying things yet. He was getting carried away, getting swept up in her and the way she felt against him, but not so much that he could say anything in any way that he wouldn't say otherwise.

Rather than verbally answering Stiles, she pulled away long enough to drag him along with her as she climbed onto the bed. She could barely stand the feel of her panties clinging to her with her own arousal and she took Stiles by the wrist, guiding his hand right to the wet spot between her legs. How was that for direction?

Her breath was hitching at his touch even though she was the one that put it there and she laid herself back with her knees bent and open and her hips rising against his hand. Dara's body language was wide open and inviting as she looked back up at him with thick desire in her eyes, bare chest heaving and exposed to him because her hair was splayed out on the pillow rather than covering her.

"Stiles," she moaned, rocking her hips desperately.

Edited (tab, space made me jump the gun gdi.) 2014-07-17 07:50 (UTC)

He felt the wetness and the heat of her through the damp fabric and his mouth went dry. He swallowed, hand moving to press against her a little more firmly through her underwear, watching her lift up to meet his touch with her hips and knowing that the image of her, naked on the bed with her hair spread out and her body reacting to him would be carved into his brain for the rest of his life.

There was an answering wet spot on his boxers, his other hand moving to slide up along her thigh. That was good, right? God, her legs were soft. She was like satin everywhere. And she was so hot where his other hand played, like her crotch had a furnace in it. He turned his wrist so that his thumb brushed over her, a long hard press of a line over that wet spot and his eyes moved up to watch her as he did it.

Dara started to moan low and soft at the sensation of his free hand against the skin of her thigh, but it was interrupted with a hiccup in her breath and a louder, more high-pitched moan with the exhale as Stiles used his thumb against her over the fabric. Her back bowed away from the mattress and her chest heaved to keep up with her quick, shallow breathing.

"Yes," she hissed, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth and moaning low in her throat again to encourage him as he flattened back out on the bed for him.

"Can I... ah, take these off?" He slid both hands up to the sides of her underwear, wanting to be able to see what he was touching. Porn was good. Porn was great. But porn wasn't real life and he wanted to see her for himself. All of her.

At the question, Dara's hips bucked up seeking friction that was suddenly missing. "Yes, Jesus fuck, please," she begged, "stop asking me for permission and take what you want!"

She didn't really mean to snap that out growling in tone as the blue glow in her normally green eyes intensified, but it happened anyway.

His lips thinned a bit, not so much in annoyance at her as himself. Right. Take what he wanted. Ha ha. Good plan. But he took her at her word, hands moving to tug her underwear down, down over firm thighs and shapely legs until they were off the bed and he smoothed his hands up those legs again, staring at her. So. That's what one looked like up close. He could get closer. His eyes flicked up to her for a moment before he shuffled on the bed, moving to lay down between her legs as he pressed a slow kiss to the inside of one thigh. His eyes never left her.

Once Stiles had removed the offending underwear and discarded it and was moving his hands against her bare skin, looking his fill, Dara was rocking her hips up toward him silently begging for him to touch her again where she was aching and wet. Her head lifted up off the mattress to watch him as he lowered himself and her legs fell open further for him just before she felt his lips on her thigh.

"Stiles...Stiles..." she panted, reaching out to thread her fingers through his hair. when she felt the pads of her fingertips against his scalp her fingers curled in, tightening slightly almost enough to be holding a fistful of his hair. "Please..." she whimpered at him, desperate for him to touch her or taste or her literally anything beyond the teasing he was doing while testing the waters.

If it was another time and he wasn't worried about her going all wolf on him, he might have teased her. If he had more confidence in his abilities, yeah, he would have. But for now, he just wanted to make her feel better, to let her know she hadn't made a bad choice in not calling one of the werewolves here. He moved his mouth, kissing it up along her thigh until he felt curls against his cheek. She was right there, wet and tangy and he leaned in and kissed her. Her pubic hair brushed his lips and he lifted a hand to brush a finger through the short hair to her slit, spreading her labia so his tongue could take a testing taste.

As Stiles moved, Dara's moans crept up into higher pitched tones becoming increasingly less solid with sound and more breathless. When she finally felt his fingers and mouth on her Dara ground her hips up against his mouth, claws extending as she pulled her hand away from his head rapidly and fisted the comforter instead so that she wouldn't unintentionally hurt him.

"Oh my God...Stiles, yes," she encouraged, curling her fingers tightly around the fabric covering the bed.

Well, okay then. That first tentative lick turned into a more assured one, finding that he didn't mind the way she tasted and the sounds she made was sending jolts down to his cock where it was pressed into the mattress. He was okay with that. He licked her again, a longer, firmer stripe up through her lips until the tip of his tongue found that small nodule. He'd read enough forums to know what the clit was. He'd expected it to be harder to find, and yet there it was, easy for him to circle his tongue around.

Dara's eyes, still glowing brightly, slipped shut at the less tentative sensation of Stiles' tongue against her. He felt warm and wet and curious there, making Dara's legs twitch a little on either side of him as her back bowed up again, hips rocking. The breaths she took came in with a hiss and came out in soft sighs and low moans of encouragement. It was easy to tell that Stiles didn't know what he was doing down there, but it still didn't take away from the satisfying sensation of his actions.

"Use your fingers. Too. Use your fingers, too," she gasped, remembering a little belatedly that he'd asked for instructions and she'd been doing a poor job at giving them so far, mostly barking out orders after taking too long to give another instruction, causing him to ask the question to which the command was in response. She needed to stop that cycle before it got harsh and turned this all in the wrong direction.

Fingers. She wanted fingers? Where was he supp-- oh. That throb went down to his groin again, making him hum a little as he lapped at her. The hand that had lifted to part her labia lifted again, finger stroking along her slit until he found that bit of her that opened up, that gave in to a little pressure. He looked up at her and slowly pressed a finger in, wetness covering his hand and heat enveloping his finger.

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