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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Stiles was more intuitive with this than he had given himself credit for earlier, Dara thought, letting out a breathy moan at the mixed sensations of his finger and mouth. She went on rocking her hips against his hand and her back bowed upward again, her fingers curling in his hair to fist what was long enough to grab.

Dara lifted her head as her back flattened against the mattress again and she was peppering kisses against his forehead and temples.

That was encouragement enough for him and his mouth fixed over her more solidly, tongue licking at that peaked tip, sucking a little as his finger flicked over her before he slid it down to here he'd been inside her, two fingers sliding into her. She was wet. So wet and hot and he wanted to be in her again so badly...

His fingers — two this time; he was learning without her saying — slipping into her caught her breath in her throat and her muscles squeezed around them reflexively. The sounds of his exploration of her were obscene and only managed to make her wetter still for his touch.

"Faster," she gasped, bucking up against his hand. "Feels so good, Stiles, faster..."

Faster? He could do faster. His breath came out of his nose in a bit of a rush as he shifted a bit, getting a better angle with his arm to move it against her faster. He could hear the wet sound of his fingers sliding into her, feel the way it dripped over his fingers, down his hand, knew there'd be a wet spot on the sheets... Why was that hot? It was hot. God, he wanted to be back in her. Not yet. Not until he got her closer.

The increase in speed had Dara panting again, clutching at him and grinding against his hand. She wasn't going to last terribly long, either, not while she was in heat for the first time...ever. She'd always used supplements, ever since she'd approached the age where the would've come to use for her. Just shy of ten years of heats built up and ready to be released doesn't make for a whole lot more stamina than a virgin, whatever Stiles might think.

"In, in, in...Stiles...Stiles, I'm close, I want you..." she was panting nearly unintelligibly, grabbing at him and trying to keep from clawing at him. If he wanted to come with her, he needed to do it soon.

Just a bit more... just a bit... m-- fuck it. He made a sort of needy whining sound as he crawled up over her, mouth crashing onto hers as he held himself in place for a moment before pushing into her. He couldn't feel the wetness of her with the latex on, but the heat and tightness was more than enough to have him making another strangled sound of need against her mouth. Jesus, was this what all sex was like? He'd missed out on so much.

Dara's rhythm is sloppy because she's shaking, moaning loudly into his mouth as she tastes herself on his tongue and he pushes back into her. If he wants to know what sex is really like when they both aren't carrying a decade, give or take, of need between their legs, well, they've got all night and she'll be...well. She'll be in heat for days. Scott's gonna have to take one for the team and lie that Stiles is going camping with him or something for the weekend. Stiles isn't going anywhere after this, not until she's finished her heat because she'll be positively wreaking of it for days. She'll be a beacon for every goddamn male shifter in town if he leaves her scent unhidden by his own.

"Stiles..." she whimpers, thrusting her hips upward to meet him, panting and clawing at his back with her fingernails. Her breath is increasingly fast and shallow because she can feel the climax coming on fast. "I'm so close, I'm so close..."

Her nails sting and he hisses, but he keeps moving, keeps pumping his hips into hers because he can't stop now. He's reached that point and now it's all or nothing. The tingle spreads from the pit of his stomach outward, feeling like something was holding his balls as his orgasm started. "Shit, shit... I can't... Fuck..." Yeah, he was falling over that edge, thrusting hard into her because he had to, had to ride it out, mouth open and a strangled whine falling from it.

He's going to get there before she is, she can tell. Dara can't really begrudge him that, all things considered, and she won't be far behind, but to ensure that she gets there before he can probably collapse, Dara reaches a hand between them to rub at herself, moans coming out faster and shorter and each more high-pitched and airy than the last. She can feel her own orgasm creeping up on her quickly, sending a shudder through her whole body that knocks off their rhythm for a beat before she catches back up. That low, deep tingle is spreading through her from her clit to the entrance he's pounding into and through her whole body.

"Stiles...fuck," she gasps as it crashes over her and her eyes glow more intensely than he's probably ever seen them do. Moreso than she's seen in the mirror, or other reflective surfaces, for sure.

She's panting to catch her breath and clinging to Stiles like her life depends on it as she comes down from the aftershocks of it. It's easily the most intense orgasm she's ever had and while she's not willing to take all of the credit away from Stiles for that, she's pretty sure a lot of it has to do with her heat. If it's going to be like this all weekend, they're going to be beat by the end of it.

He slumps on her. He has to. His body turns into noodles and water and he just lays limply on top of her, panting and trying not to look too utterly pathetic (and failing). His brain was lying in a puddle in the reservoir tip of the condom, that imagery reminding him to slide a hand down, find the base, and hold it as he moves to slip out of her.

Oooh... he doesn't want to leave. She's so warm and inviting...

But hey, no Stilinski wolves. Bad idea.

Dara's hand moves to stroke his hair and neck when he collapses down. She expected him to; that's the first time he's had to put that much effort into something when it felt like that did. She knows it's exhausting being on top. She'll do the work next go around. In a few hours. ...you know, whenever he's ready again, since he's the one she'll be waiting for.

But then she feels him starting to move and she clenches her muscles around his girth, whimpering as she wraps her shaking legs around him to hold him there. "No, not yet, don't..."

He felt her tighten around him and let out a whimper, stilling and lifting his head to turn tired eyes on her. "No? But..." But that was what you were supposed to do, Dara. That was how this went, right?

But god, she felt good and he really didn't want to leave. The heat alone was turning him into a goopy pile, but the tightness over his sensitized cock had a shiver skimming up his spine.

"No, stay...just for a minute," she whispered back, stroking his hair again with one hand. She craned her neck up a little, tilting her head to kiss the top of his. This was going to complicate a lot of things, but that wasn't really something she wanted to think about just then. Stiles was the only person left she really and truly trusted. She knew he cared about her even if he didn't know she cared about him, too. She was only sorry that he might not actually believe her, now, because it all started with this, as far as he knew.

"Stiles...?" she asked quietly. "...you're not gonna leave me, right? After this, when I'm still in heat? I'll have every supernatural in the county outside my door if it's just my scent..."

He was still trying to scrape his thoughts together, a hand repetitively petting her arm as he did. "Hmm? What... this wasn't... I mean, that wasn't enough?" Good god, how long did wolves go into heat for? Shouldn't he have looked that up? He felt like he should have looked that up. "No... No I won't leave. But, ah, I'm going to have to call my dad and come up with something as an excuse." Because 'I can't come home because I'm fucking a werewolf in heat' didn't quite seem like something he could use.

That...was kind of a difficult question. He was probably not going to like the answer, honestly. "Uh...honestly? I'm not sure, but I know that regular wolves can stay in heat for..." she paused and cleared her throat. "... up to six or seven weeks? But I'm pretty sure it's shorter for us. I think. I hope. I'm crossing my fingers for the weekend, but I'm probably going to have to like text Lydia or someone human to go get more supplements from Deaton because he gave me the wrong thing, I think, this month...and that should upset the heat and end it, once they kick in," she added. "But...yeah, maybe see if Scott will cover your ass for the weekend at least?"

"... Six or seven weeks. Dara. Uh, I can't... I mean, I could try, but... school? My dad? The weekend is going to be hard enough. He's been really nosy since he's found out what's actually going on behind the scenes here, but... yeah, I can't do longer than that." He was already trying to do the math to see if he had enough bodily fluids to be able to handle the weekend.

Probably not.

"I know. I know that, Stiles, look I just...we'll text Lydia and see if she can pick up the suppressants from Deaton — the right ones this time — and bring them here. I'll take them and by the end of the weekend, they'll have kicked in and it'll cut off. I just need you for the weekend. I just need you, okay, Stiles? Please?" Dara pauses stroking his hair. "If it drags on past the weekend, maybe...I don't know, maybe you can leave me some of your clothes to wear to mask my scent a little while you're at school or something, you think...?"

Or, she supposes, Scott or Isaac could have a try, but she doesn't mention it because now that she's had Stiles, she'd really rather not. Dara can't help wondering if those are actual feelings being amplified or if she's just feeling tied to him because, technically, she's mating.

Thinking about it, it would be... weird for Lydia to have to know about this in any way, but he could see where they didn't exactly have a lot of options. No werewolves allowed unless he wanted to have to smash Scott in the face to get him to stop trying to get all up on Dara. He might be okay with hitting Isaac...

"I'll stay for the weekend. We'll get your suppressants and ask Deaton about it and if it isn't over by then, then... I guess we'll worry about it then, okay?"

Taking a deep breath, Dara chewed on her bottom lip, her fingers skimming gently over Stiles' skin as she drew him closer. She needed him, she needed his scent on her; enveloping her and masking her own. She wanted him close to her, to hold her and keep her as close as she wanted to keep him.

"That's...yeah. Okay, that's a good plan, yes. ...I'm sorry," she said, the apology barely audible. Maybe this wasn't what Stiles wanted; maybe she was a disappointing first because she was barely in her own mind and maybe this was asking too much of a friend.

"Sorry? What... am I bleeding?" He pulled back, trying to look over his shoulder at his back to see if that's what she was apologizing for. Sorry, Dara, but Stiles had no clue what you were thinking.

Shaking her head and pulling him closer, Dara gave him a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. "No, of course you're not. I'd never hurt you," she told him quietly. "I just mean, I imagine this is probably not what you had in mind for this weekend, or...you know...for this..."

Their communication was lacking on both sides, so it wasn't like she could blame him. Dara's not the greatest at getting her feelings across, anyway. He was allowed to be confused.

Stiles still hadn't quite gotten it, mind still sort of lost in that post-orgasmic bliss and just feeling all together too awesome at the moment to put two and two together. That she was tugging him closer was a good sign, right? He let her, moving in to lay back against her and trying not to think about the fact that he could feel himself starting to slip out of her. "My weekend was all about studying and an Indiana Jones marathon. I'd be crazy to pass this up for that."

Dara let out a soft moan of protest, feeling him beginning to wilt and withdraw, whether intentionally or not. She wished he could stay put longer and her hips rock up toward him reflexively as if to draw it just that much longer. "Was it okay?" she asked, peppering kisses against the top of his head and moving one of her hands to thread her fingers through his hair. "For you, I mean, was it...? For a first time...?" Because, maybe it was the heat talking for her, but the last thing she wanted just then was to find out that she'd let him down or thrown his vision of a first time off a pedestal to watch it shatter into a sloppy mess below.

He finally began to figure it out, lifting up on an elbow and looking down at her. "Was it okay? God, Dara, that was... so much more than okay. I mean, granted, I'd like to be able to do things more slowly at some point, but... yeah, Dara. It was okay. It was... way better than okay."

Feeling himself slip out of her, even as she clenched at him had a hand sliding down to make sure the condom came with him. "I should, ah, go... get rid of this. But I'll be right back, okay?"

Her eyes searched Stiles' face for confirmation of his words. Listening to his heart wouldn't be worth the effort; it was still racing from physical exertion. The way he'd positioned himself made it easier for her to lean to kiss him on the mouth, slow but still a bit chaste. "We can go slower next time. Now I'm not aching so much," she replied quietly.

A whimper issued when he completely withdrew, bordering on a pout, but she nodded all the same. "Okay." She was too sated to argue, splayed out on the bed and waiting already, even though he hadn't gone just yet.

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