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 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.

The kiss had him smiling and he moved to search for his boxers to pull on, along with his tshirt because hey, naked Stiles was... no.

"Slow would be nice, but I was thinking of saving that for when you weren't so... ah, needy." Meaning, 'some time post-heat when he could wine and dine her first, then take her up here for a night of sexings'.

Boxers and tshirt put on, he tiptoed over to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up a bit before creeping back. Stone floors. Bare feet. Cold. He jumped back on the bed, crawling up to lay back beside her. "... So."

Propping herself up on her elbow after he had gotten up from the bed, Dara pouted silently but visibly that he was putting clothes on again. She sure as hell wasn't going to. She wished that he wouldn't, either. She was just going to have to get them off of him again sooner than later, anyway. He had to know that.

"...yeah, sorry..." she replied sheepishly. Although, maybe, she thought, it was actually better that she'd been so needy at the time. Maybe that meant her focus had been so shot that there was no way she'd have been disappointed in the awkward flopping, flailing of a teenage boy's first time having sex. It worked, she supposed, in their favor.

Dara offered Stiles a smile when he crawled back up beside her and she curled against his side, slipping one of her legs between his and nuzzling her nose against his jaw. That, too, was part of the heat; attracted and interested or not, Dara wasn't really very big on that sort of physical affection after the fact. Cuddling was one thing, but being all girly about it wasn't really Dara's thing. Except, evidently, when she was heat, it was. "So...?" she all but purred — because dammit, Dara did not purr.

Was she purring? She was totally purring. He grinned, thinking he was going to like Dara in heat, an arm slipping around her still-naked body and pressing against her. "So... what are we going to do when we're not... doing that? I mean, we can't do that the entire weekend, right?" Right. Because he would die of a coronary or dehydration or muscle spasms.

Humming softly and smiling, sated and endeared, Dara peppered a trail of kisses against Stiles' jaw, pausing at the corner of his mouth when he asked what their plans were for the whole weekend. He was going to be really wiped by the end of it, because yeah, there was going to be downtime, but this was probably going to be the busiest weekend of Stiles' life as far as sex went. "This," she replied without missing a beat. "And also you have to get in touch with Lydia. Sooner than later, probably, because it'll take a while for the suppressant to actually kick in...and by a while, I mean a couple of days."

"Right, right. Okay, just let me, ah, phone. In my pants." He moved in and gave her a quick kiss, smiling before squirming free and reaching down for his pants, then digging through them for his phone. He pulled up Lydia's number, then paused before hitting it.

"Um... maybe you should call her. And ask her." Because he wasn't really sure how to say 'Hi, I'm stuck at Dara's while she's in heat. Bring suppressants and maybe my homework and some food.'

Dara smirked a little, lifting an eyebrow as she looked back at him with a hint of incredulity. "Stiles, if I'm calling her from your phone, don't you think she'll figure it out, either way?" she asked gently, leaning forward and rubbing her nose against his before kissing his cheek.

"Mmmmaybe?" Okay, so he was distracted by the nuzzle, leaning into it and sort of... following her mouth to steal another kiss. Kisses were good and he was liking that he was getting to do more of it. His vote was for more kisses.

Grinning into his kiss, Dara returned it with a hum of approval. Stiles should probably savor her affections this weekend, because this was not generally how Dara liked to do things. At least, she hadn't ever before. For all she knew, Stiles could be the one that changed that, but either way, she was enjoying the way things were going for the time being. "Prrrrrrrobably," she replied as she pulled back, smiling.

"You should still call her." He waggled the phone at her, leaning in to kiss her lips, then down her jaw, then along to her neck. Yes, he was going to savor it. He'd know things were back to normal when he got woken up by being kicked out of bed.

Dara caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she grinned at the trail of kisses. She took the phone from him and nudged his cheek with her nose to grab his attention so that she could kiss his lips again and then she rolled away from him, pressing the call button and crawling off the bed, meandering, unashamed in her nudity, away from the far corner of the loft where her bed was tucked away. The only thing about asking Lydia for help was that...well, she was asking Lydia. That meant another person was going to be near her loft and Dara suspected by the time she got there even a human being would be able to smell the sex in the air. Plus, it meant Dara would have to put her clothes back on. That was sort of the last thing she wanted to do.

The conversation was short and clipped with annoyance on both ends, but Lydia agreed all the same, so Dara ended the call and wandered back toward Stiles and her bed. "So, that's handled and she'll be here in an hour. Anything else you might have as a suggestion for what to do to pass the time...?" she asked suggestively, tossing him the phone and crawling back onto the bed with a mischievous grin on her face as she hovered toward the end of the bed, pressing kisses to his inner thigh before looking back up at him with a raised eyebrow to prod an answer.

He made a quiet sound of protest when she moved away, moving to lay on his stomach to watch her walk around naked. He could watch her do that for hours. There was a coiled tension in the way she moved, like she was restraining from doing something possibly violent. Or maybe just mind-blowingly sexy. He had no idea. But naked? Naked she looked like she was something he wanted to lick and bite and taste and touch.

He snapped out of his ogling when she tossed the phone at him, rolling onto his back and looking down at the way she peppered his thigh with kisses. Yeah, his brain was sort of stuck with where her head was in relation to the slowly revitalizing cock inside his boxers. "Um..."

"Um...what?" she asked, grinning still as she looked back at him, lowering her head to leave another kiss at the bottom hem of his boxer shorts. She reached for one of his hands, guiding it to her breast because she still wanted him to be touching her. She wanted his scent all over her; wanted his hands and his mouth all over her. The way she was feeling just now, Stiles could probably call any shot he liked and Dara would be all over it.

"Um... you should get up here so I can at least pretend for a little while longer to be a gentleman." His hand slid over her breast and he sat up, moving to grab her under her arms and try to tug her up. He knew he wouldn't succeed unless she let him, but he was trying.

Maybe, Stiles, she didn't necessarily want you to be a gentleman, but the interest that he held in the sentiment was kind of adorable, so she let him pull her up to him and she curled against his side again, sliding a hand up his shirt to trail her fingers up and down his side. "You're really sweet, I can't believe you're single. High school girls are stupid."

"Please tell them this. I've been trying and I'm starting to feel like I have a secret sign only girls can see that says I'm more trouble than I'm worth." He moved his leg to slip in between hers, tucking her closer as his hand tickled up her arm.

"Why would I want to do that?" she asked. Honestly, that would seem a little counterproductive to what her biological response dictates is her cause. They're mating. She doesn't want to share. "I prefer to think the secret sign must say ' don't bother; my interest is otherwise invested,'" she added casually. "Why do you have so many clothes on again?" she pouted after a moment, fingertips curling around the bottom hem of his shirt.

There was a moment where he caught on to what she meant, that she wanted him all for herself and he just paused for a moment. Let himself think of what that would be like. His dad would kill him.

He wasn't sure he cared. He looked down at the pout (aww) and her tugging at his shirt and grinned. "Is that some secret werewolf thing for 'get this off'?"

Looking back up at Stiles with innocent doe eyes, Dara batted her eyelashes at him briefly before tugging at his shirt again. "It's a secret woman thing for 'get this off,' actually," she informed him playfully, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she grinned. It wasn't lost on her that he had no response for her previous comment and she tried not to register the sting in that absence.

He didn't answer because he wasn't sure if he should. Or how he should. He wasn't dumb enough not to realize that her heat was making her... different. So thinking that she actually meant any of this was... well, it was like she was drunk right now. Which sort of made him feel skeevy in terms of the whole consent issues, but when looking at it as a whole-- He had to stop thinking about it. Basically, he didn't want to say anything she could hold against him later when she was herself. "Is it? So, I guess that means I should... take it off?"

Nudging his jaw with her nose again, Dara laughed and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back to look at him. "Yes, please take that off. Please take all of it off," she replied in as serious a tone as she could muster when he was acting like that.

To the contrary, everything was amplified for Dara, but she wasn't out of her head with the heat. Her inhibitions were lowered but not as much as if she'd been drunk. Mostly, she was focused on finding a mate and while she might feel stupid about all of this by the time the suppressants were in her system and had kicked in, she wouldn't be regretting any of it, because this was Stiles. If it was going to be anyone at all, she was glad it was Stiles. ...and she sort of meant what she'd suggested, but she wasn't going to push the issue. Not right now, anyway.

When she had a clear head and could talk to him about it, he'd listen. And call bullshit. Then listen more if she happened to be... persistent about it. Then probably get turned on again and, well, they'd be right back here, but with more of an understanding about it.

He reached for his shirt, moving to squirm out of it, pushing it to the edge of the bed before looking down a her. "So... is the nudity a wolf thing, a hot female thing, an in heat thing, or just a you thing? Because I'm not complaining, I just... yeah. Wanna know. So I--" Shh, Stiles. Don't talk about future naked plans.

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