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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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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.

WILDCARD

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[He can feel her hand on his, pulling his around to her front and sliding his fingers to where she's wet, that small nub swollen and begging for attention. He's happy to give it, fingers sliding over and around it as he also is just as happy to comply with that definite order of hers, snapping his hips against her so that he hits hard inside her, the shockwave of it licking up his spine and making him let out a soft groan.]

Good?

[He needs affirmation, Malia, both to know he's not hurting her and because he's still uncertain about the sexual prowess he wishes he had.]

[ A nod comes in earnest. Realizing that’s not sufficient, she rushes out words so urgently that they seem to be an independent praise rather than a direct answer. ]

Really good.

[ She grunts as she thrusts back against him, tilting her hips forward and savoring the acute tingling that spreads down through her arms and legs. Her hand rests over his for a moment longer before she drops it back to the mattress, bowing her back in the middle and pushing herself up on her hands.

Another moan comes out of her and she makes another quick demand, realizing she needs to keep talking to keep him comfortable. ] Faster. [ The next moan comes out as a distracted whimper that betrays how truly overwhelmed she is, in only the best of ways, by what he’s doing.

The way he surrounds her satisfies the ache and makes her hungry for more all at once; she feels like she’s his in that moment, wholly and unequivocally. He’s felt like hers since their shared moment in the basement of Eichen House, but there’s something fierce and possessive in the way he takes her.

Of course, she’s also sweating like a (shut up, Stiles) dog, drowning in the heat they’re creating, but she’s so close, right there, and pulling away so she can remember the clean feeling of fresh air will feel that much sweeter with her legs jellied and useless and her body thrumming with endorphins. ]

Faster?

[He can do faster. Maybe. He leans over her, his free hand sliding up to her shoulder to hold onto it, to use it as a brace as he pulls her in against him even as he's thrusting into her. There's a definite wet slapping sound filling the room as both of their bodies, sweaty and on that edge, hit sharply against each other. He has to admit, even if only to himself, that the sound is kind of hot in combination with the fact that he can feel that wetness of hers over his fingers as he flicks over her clit more, rubbing around it in circles and rolling over it even as he thrusts into her.

He's panting, breathing hard, heart pounding in his chest as he feels that warning coil in the pit of his stomach.]

Close? You close?

[Because he was and if she wasn't, he was going to have to do something.]

Shut up. Shut up.

[ She spits the words out through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering closed as tension builds in her chest and abdomen. Her toes curl and her fingers ball into fists around his sheets. Steadily, her inner walls clamp down around him, and each shift of direction against her clit has her tumbling closer and closer until — ]

I’m gonna —

[ A single gasp shakes her chest and shoulders under his grip, and like dominos, the rest of her body comes toppling after. Tension rattles through her, provoking muscle spasms that leave her cunt twitching tight around him—the sudden tightening is rhythmic, close together at first, then steadily growing further apart.

A choked noise comes straight out the back of her throat and she bows her head against the pillow, following it with a groan. Her hips don’t stop shaking until his hand moves away, twitching away from his hand such that body is thrown back more insistently against his, drawing him in deeper. Her vision grows dark at the edges as her climax brings on dizzied speechlessness. Sucking in long, greedy gasps feels like all she can manage for now as she begins to come down. ]

[Oh, thank god. If she'd been much further away than that, he wasn't sure he would have lasted.

As it was, he hit it almost at the same time she did, slamming into her hard and stilling as he felt her body clutch and tense around his, wishing for a fevered moment that he could take that thin layer away from between them and feel it more. Stupid thought, but he was a guy and he was draped over his girlfriend, trying to push himself up as he panted, pressing sloppy kisses along her back as he did because Jesus, he was tired and that was good and she was the best thing to happen to him since ever and could he pass out now?]

[ The added weight takes her knees out from under her, and she’s not particularly sorry for it. She slumps to the bed, arms over her head, pulling the pillow down under her face. The lazy kisses she feels peppering her back soothe her, and she lets her eyes shut while her breathing begins to even out. ]

Holy shit.

[ That’s her input. That’s it. That’s the review. Begrudgingly, she drags one hand out from under the pillow and flings it out behind her. It gropes at his hip for a moment before sliding back to pat his ass, both prompting him to settle down for a minute and just lay there, and praising him for his work.

As the rush fades, fatigue burns through her thighs. She groans, stretching her legs out and kicking her feet just slightly. Her hand moves off of his ass, dropping to her side.

Forever. God, she could do this forever. — Well, not literally this. Maybe. But him. Definitely him. ]

[He moved to slide off her, again not wanting to weigh her down, oozing off to the side of the bed behind her, but keeping an arm around her waist. They were both sweaty and he could feel it in the way he stuck to her a bit before sliding when he moved, but he didn't really care. He just pressed closer against her back, still breathing heavy as he kissed at the nape of her neck. Holy shit was right.]

You are... so... god.

[No words could describe how good she made him feel, and not just in a sexy way -- although he really liked the sex. Like... really liked it. But he liked her more, liked having someone he could slide an arm around or nuzzle up to or just touch and not have them look at him like he was a creep.]

[ When her eyes finally open, they’re wild, pupils ragged around the edges. His movement allows refreshing, cool air to wash over her where she’d otherwise been covered in hot, sweaty teenage boy. Her back remains warm as she turns to curl in against him, but right now, she doesn’t care. He’s close and his skin is soft and his arms fit just right around her.

Her arms bend to curl in front of her, and she kicks one of her feet back to rub her sole against his calf. Stiles offers her what has been a rarity in her life until now: warmth and security. In his arms, despite how noodle-y and useless and human they are, she feels safe. She feels happy. For a girl who’s been running for her life and killing everything she ate since she was eight, that means a lot. That feeling means everything.

Even more importantly for the human girl that she really is, she feels safe just being her. As stressful as it is to try and mesh with some expectation of humanity, she knows that Stiles is going to be gentle and patient if she fucks it up. Better still, he’ll engage with and encourage some of the coyote stuff. ]

Malia, actually.

[ She remarks when she catches her breath, tilting her head to look back at him with a slight quirk of her lips. Not God. Definitely not God. ]

Easy mistake.

[It took him a second, which he could be allowed since his brain was currently somewhere on the way back up to his head from his dick, but he got the joke and laughed. Ducking his head down, he kissed at her shoulder before leaning forward and pressing one to her cheek.]

Same thing.

[His arm tucked her closer, hand splayed out over her stomach and just holding her there, enjoying that feeling that filled his body after one of their sessions. He was exhausted and couldn't fight off a kitten at the moment, but it was worth it. He felt like he was actually doing something worthwhile with her. Helping her get back to being human. And he liked when he got her to laugh. Like he was feeling out her sense of humor and figuring out what she found funny.

And yeah, some of the coyote stuff was okay. Like this. This was definitely okay.]

[ She turns to catch his mouth in a soft, chaste kiss before he can pull back. Smiling as she settles her head back to the pillow, she levels her gaze on his and allows herself to enjoy the open, plain connection they share in that moment. Her hand moves to cover his, fingers filling the gaps between his without quite closing to hold his hand fully. ]

I wanna stay like this for a while.

[ It's taken her time to really distinguish his ADD for what it is, but she's got it now. When Malia can't focus on something, it's because she doesn't understand it, or she gets frustrated quickly. With Stiles, it's that he really struggles to stop moving. So she asks him. After a beat, though, she acknowledges. ]

... But I also wanna find that water bottle.

[ So, he's got about that long to get the wiggles out before she's going back to aggressively demanding cuddles. Just as they settle into a comfortable position, she sits up, peering around the floor. She leans about halfway off the bed to grope at the floor blindly for where she spotted a bottle of water, face crinkling up at the effort of stretching. ]

[He was happy to let her stretch, admiring the lean form over his, hands running possessively over her as she grabbed for the bottle. He waited until she was back on the bed, then sort of managed to get the condom off, wrap it up in a wad of tissue and toss it in the general direction of his garbage. He'd get it later, but now, now was cuddling time.]

Consider me yours for the rest of the day.

[Or, at least until his dad got home. Then they could cuddle -- with clothes on, just in case he walked in.]

[ Holding the water bottle like a trophy, she flops back into the spot beside him. She unscrews the cap to take a drink, then passes it off to him, worming her way onto her back instead of her side so she can look at him and get a little more air while still curling up with him. ]

I consider you mine all the time.

[ Putting day limits on this is nonsense. It’s unclear, as usual courtesy of her flat tone, if she overlooked the fact that he meant his attention in general was exclusively on her for that time frame, or if she was just using it as a prompt to point out her possessiveness. ]

[Whatever her reasoning behind that statement, it made him smile, eyes ducking down again before he reached for the bottle.]

I'm pretty much full on okay with that. But, ah, it goes both ways, you know. I've already written my name on you about a million times with my fingers. And tongue.

[He waggled his brows at her as he took a sip of the water, capping it and moving to set it on the other side of her in case she wanted it.]

[ She turns to face him more, water bottle forgotten, and raises her hand to brush against the bruising on his neck. Though she doesn’t say anything, the meaning is clear: she’s left her own marks to claim him. Seeing them stirs the furnace in her belly in a pleasant way, but she doesn’t take it beyond that. More than anything, she wants to bask in the warmth and comfort now. ]

I wouldn’t want anyone else.

[ And that right there is what makes being with Malia so easy. She’s not being gushy or exaggerating: it’s pure and simple honesty. ]

You're only saying that because the pool for guys around here that know what you are is pretty slim.

[Or so he thought. He was pretty sure that once Malia got to know other people, to pick up on things and be able to fit in with all the rest of the teenagers around them that she'd realize she'd sort of... crapped out. He was hoping she wouldn't, hoping that she'd still want to be with him because hey, he wasn't all that bad, but there was that part of him that never thought he was good enough.]

Hey.

[ Offense rears its head when Malia swats him in the chest with the back of her hand, just a little too sharply in that ‘not sure how delicate to be with people’ kind of way. From where she’s sitting, they both deserve a little more credit than that remark gives them. ]

Don’t tell me why I’m saying it.

Ow...

[He lifted his hands up, palms out towards her defensively.]

Okay, okay, sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

[He'd meant it towards himself, not her. Not that that was helping anything at the moment.]

Didn't mean it like my attention span is short, or didn't mean it like you're not worth it? Because I don't like either.

[ Calling that out right now. He's managed to insult two of her favorite people at once here, ok. ("Two of her favorite" instead of "two favorite" only because Scott is rapidly gaining ground on ... herself.) ]

Didn't mean it like your attention span is short.

[He moved his hands down, settling one on her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.]

I'm just... Never mind.

[He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead before dropping back down on the pillow.]

Weren't we doing some snuggling?

We were.

[ Flatly implying ‘and now we’re not.’ She doesn’t flinch away from his touch, but she doesn’t seem to be humoring it further, either. ]

Why would you think that?

[ No never mind. Malia minds. It’s not fair that he spends all this time trying to make her feel better about how she’s fitting in and how she’s adjusting only for him to, apparently, find no such benefit.

That’s not wild kingdom talking: that’s 100% pure and simple what Stiles taught her by example. When you care about someone? You make them feel good. If it were wild kingdom, she’d probably be better at it. ]

It's nothing, Malia. Come here.

[What, was he supposed to tell her that he'd been shit on for ten years by one of the few people she got along with? And that most girls kept their distance because he just wasn't nearly as cool as he wished he was? Or built? Hey, he was in the locker room with the guys all the time. He had eyes.]

I’m not leaving you.

[ She stubbornly wrestles his hand off her shoulder. Even if she can’t quite grasp it, even if he won’t give her an answer, she can still try to make that clear. She lifts his hand to the side of her face, rubbing her cheek against it lightly as she meets his gaze.

More frankly, as if she needs to somehow prove it, she offers: ] I threw Cora across the parking lot for you.

[ Words are hard. Words, she’s never been good at. She never got the chance. Pressing her lips together, she settles in beside him, laying down and sighing. ]

I think you’re worth it.

[He's smiling, watching her try to put together the words to express what she means. His hand slides over her waist, around to her back as she lays down beside him and he scoots closer.]

Okay. Okay, Malia. But I want to try to be more. For you, I mean. If you want.

[What did that even mean? He didn't know, but he wanted more than anything for her to be okay with him. To be happy like he was with her. She made him laugh and he loved that. He loved her.]

You don’t have to.

[ Her shrug is simple. She’s not telling him he can’t try — of course he can. That’s not the kind of thing somebody discourages. But she doesn’t mind his gangly limbs and the awkward faces he makes and the way he drags her into math class when it’s the last place she wants to be. They’re just part of Stiles, to her.

Leaning in, she brushes her nose against his, briefly lingering like that, foreheads pressed together. She closes the distance a moment later to kiss him lightly.

When she draws back, she opens her eyes to level them on his. A light, flutter of a smile glances over her lips. ]

Seriously.

[ She's the one who needs to change and adjust and learn how to control herself, but he makes that his problem so she has to guess that he doesn't mind it all that much. He could always bail or give up on her if he wanted. ]

Maybe I want to. Maybe... maybe I want to make sure you don't feel like you're missing anything.

[Which was kind of the problem. He wasn't a shifter, no matter how much he might be besties with one. He was an outsider in a part of her life and maybe she needed a wereboyfriend?]

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