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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.

WILDCARD

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[He continued to watch her as he drank down part of his beer, savouring the taste as much as the after glow of sex, which he knew would be happening again very soon. Nothing could keep a workaholic down from just getting the job down as quickly and effectively as possible. Someone should probably just give her a raise, though she was going to get a pretty good one out of him soon enough.

He raised an eyebrow at her challenge though, still leaning on the door to his kitchen. Ugh, she knew how to get a man with that smile, he'd give her that. There was nothing quite like wanting to pound the shit out of her like being challenged, and he smirked before chugging own the rest of his beer and setting the empty can neatly inside the kitchen again.]

It's amazing no one realizes how fun you actually be.

[He pushed off the door and padded over towards her, his shoulders slowly tightening to show his readiness for a fight. Their breather was over after all.]

[Carolina may not be the kind of coworker to go out for beers with people after a shift, but that wasn't always the case. Before S.H.I.E.L.D. she would, before she became an agent she wasn't quite the workaholic that she is now. These days she's too driven to remember that often, however. Here, with these one-off things with him she slips a little bit back to that woman she was before.

So yes, she drinks her beer and chugs it like a champ. Yes, she challenges him and yes, her face even breaks to show a smile. Hell, she even lets herself lick her lips as he approaches as what might be a familiar predatory attitude begins to shine through in her expression and body language.]

Not many people have fun the way I do.

[She attacks first, lashing out with a left-handed jab to try and distract him, one she expects he'll block before following quickly with her right hand. The moment she gets an opening she'll try to sweep her leg under him to get him down to the floor but for now she tries to keep his attention on her hands.]

Most people still have lives after work. You just have work after work. They say being a workaholic is bad for overall morale.

[He approached her, aware that he had the advantage of being stronger, which inherently came with being a man. He had also sparred with her more than a few times to know what she was probably about, and he was expecting that she was a bit sore about him topping her. He assumed that meant she wanted to lay him out on his back to have her wicked horny way with him.

That was something he was perfectly fine with, but there was nothing quite as entertaining as sparring a woman in heat.

He raised his right hand to push aside her jab and snapping his left across to bat aside her other. He purposefully took a step back to, hoping to force her to over-extend her balance so he could take advantage of it. He was still content to let her do the work and fight him while he just defended himself though.]

[The heat ought to distract her. It ought to be something where even satisfied in part, it's too strong for her to keep her focus. The thing is, Carolina uses that intensity to keep her alert, tightly coiled. She almost takes the bait and lets him draw her forward too much, enough that no doubt he can see her start to lean in, but she draws back just as quickly, a sharp movement to regain her sense of balance before moving forward on her toes.]

My life is fine, my morale is fine.

[She goes at him again, this time punching low, following up high again to try and force him on the defense with a flurry of punches. Giving him a tight, fierce smile she follows up:]

And you can't tell me that you think book clubs and drinks with the "girls" is more fun than wrecking someone on the mats.

[Which is when she tries to make a move, lunging forward with a kick to try and push him into jump back so she can sweep her leg under him.]

[He gave her a knowing smirk that she almost gave in, but even in her heat, she was a skilled and wily woman. He liked that in his sparring partners, even if he intended for things to go a bit more serious than that soon enough. He still gave her a soft t'sk teasingly.]

Oh no, I think giving people bruises is one of the best pass-times to have, but then again, I'm just a thoughtless bruiser. Fine lady like yourself should not spend so much time trying to kick some ass.

[He dropped his left hand to deflect her punch aside, stepping backwards and dodging her wide range of punches while looking for an opening so that he had an opportunity to counter and take her to the floor.

He had to jump to get out of the way of her footsweep, but he landed awkwardly, stumbling and nearly upending himself on the couch. He scrambled to regain his balance.]

[It's a comment that with some elaboration could quickly turn into something along the lines of "What's a hot chick like you doing in a job like this?" and "Why don't you leave the fighting to the men and get back into the kitchen." Something that would make her see red immediately. The thing is it's him and she's so used to that attitude by now that it's easy to shrug off.]

It would be a crime to waste my skills doing anything other than what I do.

[And as if to emphasize that point, she takes advantage of the opening she'd been hoping for. He jumps, he lands, but the stumble and scramble means he's off balance and Carolina sweeps her leg under him to knock him down to the ground. Victory is in her grasp and she shoots forward with a risky move to try and pin him under him. If it works, she has the skill and the strength to keep him in place. Leverage can be everything in a fight like this.]

Well, you do look pretty hot doing what it is that you do, but it's not very ladylike.

[Of course, if he spent less time shooting his mouth off and more time concentrating on getting his feet back under him to challenge her, he might have avoided the footsweep. As it was, he managed to crow hop enough to make it an attempt and little less before his back slammed down on the floor, a groan of pleasure leaving him. There was nothing like getting smothered by a woman.

His hands shot up to catch her sides as she landed on him, a smirk appearing on his face regardless as he ground his hips up against hers as she pinned him. He issued a soft noise to her victory.] To the victor goes the spoils of war....

[Knees on either side of his hips, she presses her own down against him. She grinds against him wantonly with a low groan. Blood racing through her veins, she leans down and grasps his jaw tightly in one hand. Carolina presses her lips to his, kissing him hungrily, tongue sweeping into his mouth...and then she bites his lower lip hard. Voice low, eyes dark, she lifts her body up to hover over him as she keeps his jaw firmly in her hand.]

If I'm a lady, whatever I say or do is ladylike.

[Which includes sparring with the other agents, shooting guns, and keeping him down on the ground so she can do as she pleases with him. With the tips of her breasts brushing over his chest, she uses the hand at his jaw to tip it back, deriving no small amount of satisfaction from his acknowledging her victory over him. Her lips find the side of his throat, and she licks a line from the base to just below his ear, and then shifts down enough to suck hard over the muscle there. Finding it hard to keep her distance, she lowers her hips once more, pressing warm, slick flesh against his cock with a throaty moan. The first time was enough to take some of the edge off, but this second time gives her the opportunity to savor so much more, and with the victory fresh it's a bit like having her cake and eating it too.

Reaching between them, she teases him a moment as she brushes the back of her hand over him, but her fingers slip between her thighs as she works her way down to where his neck meets his shoulder.]

Including all of this.

[He rolled underneath her weight, enough the press of her hips on his own and the slide of her skin. His interest was focused on her and at the specific feel of her thighs resting on either side of his own, and it would be so easy to slip a hand down there with her so open and wanton to stimulate her even if he was in the 'down' position.

He groaned at the bite where he was very certain that any harder and she'd be tasting blood. His hands snap down to grasp her thighs roughly, just above the pressure to causing bruises even though he knows she can take it. The line between passion and violence was always a major turn on for him, and they complimented each other in that way as he kissed her back, rolling his body under her own so she was very much aware that her antics were highly arousing.

One hand curves around her thigh, stroking up until he grasped her ass with one hand, finger dipping down between the crack to tease at her wet entrance. He hummed in appreciation like he was proud of how far they had come, but his dark eyes glittered with arrogance as she found one large source of his pleasure. He pressed himself towards her hand.]

Shit woman, you aren't about to go all possessive on me, are you? If you are, at least let me get a pack of smokes to enjoy the after glow of this one.

[It's push and pull with them. Push, push harder. Bite. Grip. Scratch. See if the other one wants to call uncle first but all the while it just gets harder and hotter. Carolina can feel him moving under her, close enough to notice every twitch, hear every groan, sense even where his attention drifts. She doesn't just enjoy the way he touches her, or how hard it is, but out and out encourages it. It's in her body language and the way her breath catches or her groans get a little more guttural.

Keeping her own hand high, she strokes herself instead of him, hips rolling slightly as he grips one of her cheeks in his hand. Her eyes close as that hand slides down, as his fingers slip along slick skin, and slowly a smile spreads on her face.]

Arrangement hasn't changed. No strings, and you can have all the smokes you want...when I'm done with you.

[Well, when they're done with each other anyway. Carolina curls a finger around her own clit with a groan, but before she can let herself get carried away she pulls away and reaches down to wrap her hand around the base of his cock instead. She strokes up slowly an stops just shy of the head before stroking down again. Then, pulling it away from his belly, she eases back against it as her tongue sneaks across her lips. Her muscles feel loose and relaxed, the only counterpoint to the tension that coils tight in her belly. It's that feeling that pushes her to rub the head of him up against her entrance, teasing them both with the sensation of only so much and not yet enough.]

[She was a business woman in all things, a soldier in most other, but she never lost sight of the end goal or the fact that they were not attached to each other at all. This was all about a mutual benefit and little else, though he had admitting that it was fun to roll around like a couple of horny teenagers.

The bottom line was this was temporary, which was how he liked it. Tomorrow, they would go to work and have no words for each other aside from business and nothing else. He wouldn't have it any other way and let it continue anyway unless he had ulterior motives for keeping someone close.]

Slave-driver.

[His fingers strain to creep forward, taking over rubbing her clitoris with his fingers when she abandoned the area. His hips slip from the floor towards her touch, a deep sigh of pleasure leaving him at her tormenting, but he returned the favour as his fingers pinched and stroked her clitoris in the same way that she was stroking his shaft. His hips roll with her motions, shifting his arm out of the way but when she gets him close enough, he thrust his hips suddenly upwards to see if he could press inside of her again.]

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[Carolina huffs out a laugh at his reply, and while normally she wouldn't be distracted by his fingers so much as to miss his next move, this once she catches it too late. His movement presses him into her partially before she can jerk her hips up. If they were playing other games she'd deny him longer for a move like that, but god if it doesn't just leave her wanting more and a hell of a lot faster than she'd been intending.]

If that's the case, next time I'll have to bring a whip.

[For a brief moment there's a look in her eyes that says she's not entirely joking. Maybe next time around when one of them hits a cycle they'll see how far they can really push each other. But in the here and now, a reference, half-joke, half-serious is all she can manage before giving in with a shudder. Biting hard into her lower lip she holds him still and lowers herself down over him in a swift movement. She groans and leans back to feel him press tight inside her. Shaking her head back, she looks down at Rumlow with a half smile and gives him a squeeze. She shoots a look behind her to his hand, and then gives him a jerk of her chin down.]

Back to work.

[She's savoring the feel of him tight inside her again, but the moment he gets his hand back into place she's going to ride him for all he's worth, until one or both of them is finally spent.]

[When there was success, a triumphant smirk appeared on his lips as his hands snapped to immediately capture her hips and prevent her from jumping away. So really, he had more control of the situation than she gave him credit for, and he enjoyed that she didn't bother to fight him on this either. This was one of the reasons he kept her around, that and the no-string-attached ideology.]

Why bother? I have a belt and those work just as well with less chance of leaving more than welts.

[He would know; he'd strapped more than his fair share of unlikable people. The look in her eye only encouraged his own enjoyment of the thought, and he had no problem with her wanting to get rough and tumble with him. He simply vowed that if she decided to do such things, he was going to tie her up and torment her on the next cycle.

His hips rose to meet her press, and the small of his back curved from the floor a little. He shifted his legs so that he could press his feet flat on the floor so that her intention was going to be two-ways, as he was going to batter her into a pleasure filled haze as much as she was going to ride him into the floor. This still was the perfect arrangement.]

Everything is work with you.

[The mention of his belt sends a thrill up her spine, and for a split second she's not certain who would be wielding the belt, and whether it excites her more to think of him holding it or her. In the next it doesn't seem to matter really when both have their unique appeal. She rolls her hips against his in a slow movement as she leans down over him again.]

Nothing wrong with everything being work when you like the work you're doing.

[Which, at the moment, is everything to do with this battle of wills they have while her body presses her for more, more, more. Carolina understands what he has in mind the moment he moves his legs into place and she feels his thighs press against her ass. Hand pressed to the carpet above his shoulder, hair spilling over her shoulders and over him, she puts her words into action. Her hips rise and fall, slipping into a swift and certain rhythm at the start.

It's impossible not to notice the differences between the positions. She has more control here, gravity lets her spread her legs wider against his body and presses him deeper inside her. While he fucked her up against the door, here she can fuck him into the floor and better control how far they push each other until one of them finally cries uncle. Muscles working overtime, she holds herself tight around him even as she groans over him, trying immediately to find just the right angle to hit all the right spots for them both.]

Well, we do appear to have a very good working relationship.

[They were pretty much proving that right now while she rode him into the floor, which was a-ok in his books. It was going to be a better working relationship if they brought out a belt next time, but right now, he was perfectly content on what they had going for them. She did strike such a nice looking pose settled as she was on him. He wasn't going to deny that.

He stroked his hands down her thighs, tickling the underside of her knees as he tilted his head as some of her long hair stroked his cheeks on the way by to curtain around his head. He groaned in pleasure when there was finally active motion, his feet bracing and pressing his hips towards her as she came down on him, filling her warmth with great appreciation for her cycle.

He let her have control, aware that regardless, he still always had the last laugh. He still worked with her rather than against her, his hands finally grasping the back of her thighs to help support some of her weight as new sweat broke out across his skin, and he squeezed with his hands when she had hit the right spot on him, aware she was do what was necessary for them both to enjoy this fully.]

Come on, harder, agent, or I might go to sleep. [He would do no such thing, but he couldn't help but push her all the same.]

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