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

[teenyoda]

"Would I be what? Bothered if they found out? Not really. I mean, sure, they'd tease the crap out of me for a bit, but I'm more worried about my dad finding out before I tell him. That's... a whole other kettle of fish."

[saludarlaloba]

Dara's brow knits a little at the thought of him being made fun of over her. Though, it creased ever slightly more so at the idea of the sheriff finding out. At all. Not just before Stiles would have a chance to tell him. She ducked her head against his chest again. "Yeah...that..."

[teenyoda]

"Hey, don't..." He lifted a hand and stroked over the hair at the back of her head. "Don't get all whatever you're getting over it. I'll tell Scott. Isaac can figure it out on his own." Because Isaac was a dick and Stiles wasn't doing him any favors. "I'll tell my dad, but... I kind of want to see where this goes, first. Just so I know what to tell him."

[saludarlaloba]

Shaking her head a little against his chest, Dara peppered a few kisses there. It wasn't that she was worried what they thought of her; Dara didn't actually give a damn what Scott or Isaac thought of her. Isaac already hated her, she thought, for the way he'd been treated when she'd been backed into a corner, and rightfully so. Scott...well. She was mostly indifferent to Scott with the exceptions of the times when she was resentful that he was a much better Alpha than she had been. Her concern was that Stiles did care what at least one of the two of them thought and she didn't want to be the reason he was hurt by ridicule. He'd worked so hard for the packs and come so far...Dara had a sinking suspicion that he might actually be an emissary in the making. The last thing she wanted to do was drag him down from the place he'd clawed his way into deserving.

"Stiles, can we just..." she started, looking up again, finally. She opened her mouth to go on, but then there was a knock at the loft's front door. Lydia... Dara sighed heavily and dropped her head back down against him. "One minute!" she called out, frowning.

[teenyoda]

"I'll get it. Just... you just stay here and try not to explode into a fiery ball of needwant while I'm gone, okay?" Teasing, something he slid back into when he wasn't really sure how to react. He was a little confused still (more than a little) and was trying to sort it all out while still keeping her from having that depressed look on her face.

He rolled to the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans and shirt, stepping into them and almost tripping as he headed to the door. "Just a sec!"

This was going to be fun... Not.

[saludarlaloba]

Letting out an amused huff, Dara rolled her eyes playfully and nodded, letting him make his way toward the edge of the bed. Once he'd gotten off the bed, Dara wiggled herself under the sheets just in case Lydia felt the need to get a little nosy and look in on what was happening in the loft. "I'll do my best," she replied, amusement evident enough in her tone to let Stiles know that she was aware of the fact that he was poking fun rather than legitimately chastising her.

[teenyoda]

Dressed but not realizing how mussed up he looked, he opened the door and gave the redhead standing there the most innocent look he could muster. "Hey..."

He failed. He looked thoroughly fucked and Lydia's eyes raked over him before she made a small 'hmph' of disapproval. She handed over a package, nose wrinkling as she got a whiff of sex. "Deaton says he mixed up deliveries and that it wasn't intentional. Here. He said if she takes it now, it should kick in by tomorrow evening."

He took the package, nodding like he knew anything about werewolf suppressants. "Thanks. Um, I mean, you know, for going and... getting it."

[saludarlaloba]

The anxiety and discomfort wafting off of Stiles as he answers the door is as plain to Dara as the sex in the air must be to Lydia. She hides her face under the sheets. The last thing Dara ever wanted was to have to ask Lydia for help with anything, but this thing specifically? This is the worst.

"I figured that was all it was. Thanks, Lydia!" she calls out in spite of her own embarrassment because, really, Lydia didn't have to do that for her and Dara's really glad she did. At least if it does what Deaton says it's going to do, Stiles will be free before the weekend is over. Small favors for the poor kid.

[teenyoda]

Lydia gives him a knowing look, drags her eyes over him again as if she finds him to be something curious, then abruptly turns on her heel and heads off to leave without saying anything. Huh. Okay. Well, then.

He closed the door and came back into the loft, waggling the package at her. "Your... what is this? Tea? Pills? Please tell me it's not a shot."

[saludarlaloba]

Once she hears the door close, Dara pushes the sheet back down and climbs off the bed, unashamed in her nudity, to approach Stiles, taking the package. "Tea, don't worry," she says, shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes as she moves toward the kitchen to brew it. "Thanks for taking the bullet with Lydia."

[teenyoda]

"Uh huh." Nudity might be all fine and dandy for her, but he was getting his first real eyeful of Dara Hale prancing around her loft, buck naked. It was a good eyeful and he let himself enjoy it.

Visibly.

[saludarlaloba]

"I can smell that, you know," she reminded him with lofty amusement in her voice as she disappeared from his direct line of sight and deeper into the kitchen. By which, of course, she meant the spike in his pheromones. It got her going all over again and she could feel herself getting wet again at the smell of him.

[teenyoda]

"Sorry." She should be able to taste the lie there, since he wasn't the slightest bit sorry. Not like he could help how he reacted to a naked woman walking around in front of him. Especially a naked woman he'd just slept with. Lost his v-card to. Prodded with his pork sword.

[saludarlaloba]

Dara's eyebrows lift with amused incredulity as she starts the water boiling. "Liar," she teases. "Come in here." Because she wants his hands on her; she wants his scent on her and he's too far away for her taste just now.

[teenyoda]

His fully dressed self comes into the kitchen, moving until he's leaning against the counter behind her, just enjoying the view of that very firm ass in front of him, watching the way her hips flare out and how her waist curves in. He sees the swell of the side of her breast and he remembers how it had felt under his hand.

Yeah, she should be able to smell how that affected him.

[saludarlaloba]

More for his benefit than her own, Dara lets out a soft moan, catching her bottom lip between her teeth before looking wantonly over her shoulder to see him. The Keurig is spitting out hot water over the teabag she's placed in her mug and she'll have to wait for it to cool a little before she can drink it once the machine is finished doing its thing. "Are you just gonna stand there...?" She lifts her eyebrows in challenge.

[teenyoda]

As a matter of fact, yes, he was. He had no idea what she wanted or how to sort through the flood of things that clamored for attention in his head. "Um..." That moan didn't help, Dara. He sucked in a breath, eyes moving over her again, hands gripping the counter hard enough that his knuckles went white.

[saludarlaloba]

The stalling prompted Dara to turn to face Stiles, finally, lifting her eyebrows a little bit higher. "Um...?" she prodded gently, a wanton smirk playing over her lips before her tongue came out to wet them. "Come here..." she purred, beckoning him with a crooked finger.

[teenyoda]

Not like he could ignore an actual invitation, partly because she could just make him when she wanted to. He took a few steps to cross the floor, standing in front of her and trying to keep his eyes on her face. Just her face. Not her boobs. Not the boobs right there in front of him. Or lower...

[saludarlaloba]

Giving Stiles a coy smile, Dara tilts her head slightly, eyebrows arched with interest. "You do realize I'm going to be insatiable for the next thirty-six or so hours, right?" she asks. "Touch me, Stiles," she prompts finally, a little bit exasperated by the fact that she even has to ask.

[teenyoda]

"Define insatiable. And touch." Because he had an idea that just resting his hands on her hips like he went to do wouldn't cover it. Not with the way she was looking at him just then.