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In Heat/In Rut 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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Include what you're interested and not interested in.

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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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((ooc: ok~ how about 1? They research or something and oops it suddenly happens?))

((Sounds perfect!!!))

[Stiles yawns as he's scrolling through once again the bestiary on his laptop, sitting on Derek's couch. There must have been something they had missed. Some small detail, or big detail, really anything. The pack is out there, searching for that something in the woods and Stiles' stuck here with his laptop, books and a useless, bit creepy werewolf around. He's gotten used to Peter's presence already, but that doesn't mean he can't be slightly frustrated by him.

He considers taking a break, when he realizes how hot the room has become. He groans and slips his plaid shirt off his shoulders, hoping it helps, but it doesn't. Stiles frowns as his breathing pick up and wonders if something's wrong with him. Maybe he's getting a fever? But it feels different from a fever.]

Shit. [He groans again as he attempts to move from the couch to get some water.]

[Peter wasn't completely useless. He'd been doing research of his own and he thought he had an idea behind what it was that the rest of the pack was following. He was just about to consult Stiles on the bestiary, walking out of the kitchen when a scent struck him and his eyes widened before focusing in on Stiles.]

Stiles...

[Oh this could not be good. He doubted Stiles knew what was happening to himself and of course Peter wouldn't be able to control himself if he stayed...but he'd been told to stay by Derek and Scott. Damn it. He was actually TRYING to behave here. Why did God hate him?]

[Stiles looks up at Peter when he heard his name and he doesn't know why, but he blushed. He damn blushed.]

What? [He frowns a little embarrassed, because what the actual hell is happening. He crosses his arms over his stomach for some reason as he passes Peter to get to the sink and his body heats up more. But it's definitely not fever now, because Stiles doubts fever causes his pants to grow this tight.] Did you find something? [He tries to ask as he takes a glass. Nothing out of the ordinary here, nope. Really. Damn, but he just feels so hot...]

Yes I found something... [He continued to stare at Stiles though, rolling his shoulders and licking his lips slowly. He stepped closer to Stiles, following across the kitchen until he was behind Stiles. He leaned in, taking in his scent before shivering.]

I think they're after a golem. Which means we're possibly up against a witch or a coven of witches... I'm not sure yet.

Uh-huh, yeah a golem. That was my guess too, but the witches, they need... [Stiles gulps down half the glass as Peter steps to him and attempts to smell him. The boy chokes on his water, moving a bit away in surprise.] They uh- they need certain things- I mean- Wh-what the hell- Did you just smell me?

[Stiles can't believe he's blushing at this and that Peter's sudden invasion of personal space could just make his state worse. His knees go weak so much he has to grab onto the sink.]

[He didn't answer, pressing in close and trapping Stiles with his arms before leaning in and nosing at his throat with a groan.] Stiles, you...you smell amazing...

[He licked his lips, pressing his body against the teen's before mouthing at his skin, licking and sucking just beneath his ear.]

What...? Amazing... what? [Stiles gasps and he wonders how is he okay with Peter trapping him just like that. Oh, maybe because it makes him happy in the pants... Stiles hates how he's arching into Peter's body.

And then the wolf puts his mouth on him and Stiles's knees buckle. He grabs onto Peter's arms with trembling hands, tilting his head to offer more skin.] Oh god... oh god... this isn't just a fever is it...

No this is definitely not just a fever. You've gone into your first heat. [He said, pressing closer before easily lifting Stiles and setting him on the counter so he wouldn't have to try to stay standing.]

You didn't even realize, did you? [He licked his lips, staring at him.]

Fuck... [Stiles flails a little as Peter lifts him, thinking how is this his life...] No, damn I didn't... think... fuck, fuck...

[And he can feel it getting worse. His body wanting something really badly and Stiles just a little freaked that Peter's mouth on him was the first thing he thought he needs. No, no, bad body.] And you can smell it all? Everything...? Dude, I need to go home...

[Peter wasn't about to move though.] No, you need to stay put. It isn't safe out there.

[He wasn't lying either. If Stiles were to try to make it home alone like this, there were bound to be others who would smell his heat and take plenty of advantage. At least Peter actually liked the teen.]

I know you don't like me or trust me, but I can help.

Why, it's safer here?! [Stiles groans, looking at Peter. And yes, he had to realize that it's indeed safer here. At least he knew Peter, even if he didn't trust him at all, at least it's not some assault at the side of the road, just because he smells like he does...]

You mean you can-- [Stiles laughs a little hysteric as another wave of fever hits him. He gasps and moves closer to Peter, seeking his warmth even if he despises himself right now. He shouldn't be this clingy... his first heat shouldn't go like this...! Right? No? He doesn't know, all Stiles knows that no porn in the world could satisfy him right now.] Can you really help?

Yes I can. You just have to be willing to let me. [He stated, sliding his hands down to Stiles' hips as he pressed closer between his legs. He tilted his head, leaning in so he could start mouthing at his throat again, whining.]

I- I'm really not sure, Peter this is- Oh God! [Stiles groans and gasps at the closeness, tilting his head more into Peter's kisses.] Okay- okay! God- shit, Uh- wh-what would you do I said no... You'd suffer too, right? Or you'd just go for it...?

[Stiles has to know. He has to know if he's safe, damn it. He's in a vulnerable position and he really wants to say yes to Peter. Yes to help, because he's most probably going to really suffer if he's not helped...]

If you said no? I wouldn't force you, if that's what your asking. I might have done some bad things before, but rape is not something I would stoop so low for. [Though he didn't move away. He would if Stiles told him to. He would lock himself upstairs in one of the spare bedrooms if he had to.]

We will both suffer if you say no.

[Stiles desperately wants to believe Peter. But in the end he does. For both of their sake. Maybe he's not thinking straight, but with Peter this close and with the tightness in his pants he doubts he can do any proper thinking.]

No, no don't suffer, I don't want to suffer either. God this is getting worse...! [He moves to grip Peter's shoulders with shaking fingers, as if wanting to keep him close.] You feel nice, but it's nothing personal...!

[He sighed, chuckling and shaking his head a bit.] Stiles, relax...I will take care of you.

[After a moment his lips met Stiles' and he pulled him off the counter, keeping Stiles lifted and pressed against him as he carried the teen towards one of the upstairs bedrooms.]

[Stiles whimpers as Peter kisses him, kissing back hungry and sloppy, driven by hormones and heat. He clings to Peter like his life depends on it, sliding his arms around his shoulders.] Will you...? I mean, no- not that I'm begging, but- I- you know!

[He chuckled, walking into one of the bedrooms and kicking the door shut behind him. He managed to reach behind him, locking it before laying Stiles on the bed and moving over him.] Yes I will. And I know...you need relief and I know you won't be able to think straight. I will make sure you're okay.

Ok... yes... [Stiles swallowed nervously as Peter laid him down. Damn it, any other time he would have already kicked him in the balls... But this time he wanted to do something else...]

Will it hurt? Or- I mean-- uh... ssssshiiit... [He groans in pain again arching his back to seek some relief for his need. It already hurts.]

It might at first, but I'm going to try to prevent that. It'll hurt worse if I do nothing. [He hesitated a moment before he started pulling at Stiles' clothes. He leaned up, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as he pushed his shirt up, pulling away long enough to pull it off.]

I don't want you to suffer. Just...tell me if there is anything you want or don't want, alright?

It already hurts, it already hurts like bitch... [Stiles whimpers, squirming in vain to do something, anything that could make this awful feeling go away. But Peter's kiss seems to make it better a little and he kisses back hungry and impatient as he's trying to get rid of his clothes with the help of the wolf.]

Okay- yes, yes let's do that, let's-- I want to- I want to see your skin. Can I? I want to lick it... [Stiles speaks before he can stop himself and blushes in embarrassment, because really? At least he shouldn't sound so desperate when he's asking to lick Peter Hale's skin of all people, have some dignity, Stiles.]

Stop being embarrassed. [It was all he said before pulling off his own shirt, letting it fall to the floor next to the bed. He got his jeans off as well, leaning himself in a pair of tight blue boxer briefs.]

You can do whatever you want. Just relax. [He slid his hands up Stiles' thighs once they were both stripped down to underwear, pushing a hand into the leg and rubbing over the teen slowly.]

Okay... [Stiles mutters in daze as he's watching Peter undress. His mouth waters and his lips part from the need to put them against Peter's skin. He leans over kissing at the man's neck. But the touch makes him squirm and moan.] I-I'm trying... god, please...

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