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The Mating Season Meme

Human beings are a strange animal. While their need for sex can be less all-consuming than certain other species, they have it a lot more often and in a lot more creative ways. Still, they're not animalistic, you know. They have morals and modesty and humility. That's why they don't run around rutting like wild beasts.

At least, that is, when they have something separating them and the rest of the animal kingdom.

This little bubble of the multiverse is no longer keeping that status quo. A lucky selection of inhabitants will find themselves a bit wilder than usual. Suddenly, there is a drive to fuck, fight, and procreate like never before. Some, the most affected, might have animal ears and tails. But even if some don't, all will be changed on the inside. Many here are "heat," and it can be sensed by everyone. Of course, this leads to the expected. Call of nature and all that, you know. Those in heat will be driven to offer themselves up, the urge to be bred extremely strong. Even to those with strong wills can't resist the siren song forever. Dominant personalities will become very dominant, and submissives will do anything to please their mates.

Sex isn't the only thing this mating season entails, however. There will also be the instinct to fight over mates, and then to protect the lover and the possible offspring growing inside them. Some might even have the desire to take multiple mates. You know, got to keep the line going. All in all, things might get a bit...hairy.

Welcome to the jungle, ladies and gentlemen.

[OOC: Pretty self-explanatory meme/open post. Mating drives with optional animal parts.

Just a few notes:
-This doesn't follow "traditional" gender/biology roles. Female characters can be alphas, male characters can get pregnant (if you wish), and same-sex couplings are perfectly viable.
-If your character has animal ears and a tail, that doesn't lock them to one certain species. For example, if a guy has dog ears, he can still mate with catgirls and such.
-Feel free to mix in other kinks, such as lactation for cowgirls and anything else you can think of. Noncon is also possible. Just be respectful of others' limits.
-You can leave your comment blank or come up with a basic set-up. However, it's probably helpful to put what kind of animal features (if any) your character has.]

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[Strong hands on his arms, tightening slightly with realization, and it took every ounce of Bruce's admirable self control to simply stand still, to not react, to look up at Steve's face but not roll his head back to bare his throat in submission. To keep himself from doing something embarrassing and potentially dangerous.

He has to take a deep, slow breath, take a moment to process Steve's question and some part of him knows that fleeing now is most definitely too late, would most likely result in something dangerous and unfortunate happening along the way. But anything would be better than here wouldn't it? After Tony had taken him in, given him a home for the first time in longer than he cared to remember. How could he repay his friend with this kind of carelessness?]

I can't be here. [He finally answers Steve's question, every muscle in his body strung taut with restraint as he tried to take a step back, tried to distance himself from Steve's strong hands and good intentions. He needed to get away before he hurt the only people that cared about him.]

[It was a good thing that Bruce hadn't just rolled his head back, because Steve wasn't entirely sure he'd of been able to keep himself from just sinking his teeth into tender flesh and staking a claim to the older man. It had been a long time since he'd been around anyone in heat...and his body knew very well what he wanted, even if his mind was slowly starting to register that Bruce was pulling away from him.

It took every ounce of control he had to release his grip on the older man, but he didn't get out of the way. In fact, he placed himself squarely in the middle of the hall and glared, his eyes darker with the scent in the air.]

Are you mad?! You go outside now and you'll be fodder for anyone who can't control themselves enough...and, trust me, Doctor...you smell so good right now...

[He took a step forward, caught himself, and stopped...but the hungry look in his eyes didn't fade.] Stay. [He put a little bit of an order into that word, knowing that Bruce would respond to it. It wasn't playing fair, but neither was putting Bruce on a train packed with other people. Really, this was the safest place for him.]

[It was his decision to take that step back, to distance himself from the blond. But as soon as Steve released him he wanted nothing more than to lean back into him, rub against him until he smelled like the other man.

He held himself still as Steve placed himself in the middle of the hallway, pointedly blocking his escape. It was possibly the hardest thing he'd ever done. Truly, considering how very long he'd kept himself in a self inflicted state of isolation, starved himself of any kind of physical contact, it was nothing short of amazing that he held himself as steadily as he did.

That one word, though, that command... was his undoing.

A soft whimper caught in his throat, the bag slipping from his fingers to thud dully against the floor and it was all he could do not to fall to his knees right then and there. He wanted so badly, nearly a decade of pent up desire, of heats unfulfilled, of a lack of even the most basic and innocent of touches, tearing down his prized control every second as his breathing grew a little heavier, his already dark eyes nearly black with his need.]

I don't want to hurt anyone. [The words were a desperate whisper of sound, needy and afraid.]

[That whimper was his undoing, because for as powerful as his instinct was to just hold Bruce down and take him, his instinct to protect him was just as strong. He hated hearing that small, desperate sound and he was wrapping Bruce back into his arms even as he shook his head.]

You won't, Bruce. If you were going to lose control, you would have done it already. [Which wasn't entirely true, but Steve was ever the optimistic and he was a little addled at the moment by the heady scent of heat in the air. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss against his forehead, burying his nose in thick, curly hair and shivered as his body responded to even that simple contact.]

We should..get you back to your room...before I do something you'll regret in a few days. You smell amazing...

[But there were different ways to lose control and having Steve's arms around him had him trembling with the effort not to. He wanted to believe what the other man was saying, and it wasn't just about the heat, it was more than that. It was about trust and deeper things than just this primal instinct right now.

The kiss to his forehead surprised him, the words that followed startled him even more. Enough to break through the haze of need for a brief moment, to have Bruce looking up at Steve with something like wonderment. How could he say something like that. Never mind the biology, never mind the connection between alphas and omegas (which maybe even the good doctor did not understand fully because Betty had been a beta and even before her he'd never had an alpha).

No, forgetting all of the instinct behind it, how could Steve possibly look at him and see something desirable? He was a monster, an animal, mindless and destructive, a danger to everyone near him. Even now, even like this... especially like this. Sot it was with hesitation because of the situation, not at all because of a lack of conviction of the truth of his words, that Bruce corrected him.]

Something you'll regret in a few days. But yes... my room.

[But locking himself in his room was probably the best plan they had. So he forced himself away from Steve again, arms curling int to wrap around himself as if he might be able to physically restrain his own need. And somehow, miraculously, he actually took another step away, two, three... not even realizing the way his tail curled high, offering Steve an unobstructed view as he took those shaking hesitant steps, unconsciously presenting himself to the other man.]

[There were many different ways of losing control...and Steve was confident that the other man would be able to keep himself in check in all of them. Bruce was the master of his own self, after all...and how many times had Steve been caught by big green hands only moments before he would have been a super-splatter all over the sidewalk? Bruce was a good man. All of him. And it was that thought and that thought alone that kept the Alpha from just reaching out and jerking the older omega back against him when he got such an alluring tease.

An omega this deep in their heat had been known to cause riots, their scent driving every unbound alpha in the nearby area to either do everything in their power to reach them and breed them, or to turn and rip their way through each other to see who'd be the one to take rights with them. It was a powerful, gut churning instinct...and it was one that Steve had been slapped with without warning and with very little time to register before his instincts had kicked in. It was a vicious, throbbing ache in his guts and his gym shorts left very little to the imagination as he followed his team mate.]

Elevator. It's shorter and we need to get you out of the halls now... [It would be hell on him, the tight, enclosed space trapped with the heady scent of Bruce... but he bristled at just the thought of letting Bruce go by himself.]

And you're wrong. About me being the one to regret it. I like you. Always have. I think you'd make a very fine mate. [But Bruce holed himself up in his lab when they weren't working and Steve didn't think the man would have even known his name if it wasn't for the fact that he took orders from him.]

[He jumped at the sound of the other man's voice, folded ears tipping back toward Steve, giving him his attention even if he didn't turn to face him because he didn't know if he could turn away from him again. Oh... Steve was going to come with him. That was a blessing and a curse. It would test his already ragged self restraint but... Steve at least had a modicum of his own self control. If he were walking through the halls without the blond there was a good chance Bruce would find himself pinned beneath the first alpha he had the misfortune of passing.

At least, the logical parts of his mind called it a misfortune. The parts still concerned with things like safety and escape and fear. The larger part of his mind right now considered the misfortune that he had a gorgeous, powerful alpha standing only a few feet away and somehow they were both still clothed. It was a strange feeling, being so frustrated with himself and if he'd been thinking a little clearer he might have been more apt to realize that denying himself when he was miles away from civilization was one thing. Denying himself here, in the presence of one alpha and knowing there were others nearby... was possibly more likely to make him angry than anything else. Angry with himself for being so stubborn in his denial.

But even so he nodded, not trusting his voice, not in any state of mind to argue the point further with Steve. He merely kept a single minded focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Only 3 floors up... he'd been between the private elevator for the Avengers' floors and the public one that would take him down to ground level when he ran into Steve. So at least it wasn't far.

Only three floors. But he was shaking by the time he made it to the elevator itself, hard enough for it to take two tries to press the code, letting his face rest against the cool metal panel beside the door, watching Steve follow him with a desperate hunger in his gaze.]

S-Steve...? [And he didn't even know what he was going to say but there was a high, plaintive whine in his voice, thin and needy. Some quiet part of his mind wondering if the blond really meant it, that he'd make a good mate.]

[Instinct was a hard mistress to deny, especially when surrounded by no less then four strong alphas. Four alphas who would all be at each other's throats if Bruce was keen to put them that way. Granted, they had a bit more willpower then the average alpha...but their limits were there.

Steve's were wearing a little thin, actually. That quiet, uncertain question in his voice, the little spike of fear in his scent... it was intoxicating and Steve had to close his eyes and breath through his mouth before he could answer.] Easy, Bruce. I'm here. I'm not going to let anyone touch you without permission. Just...do me a favor and stay...still.

[He wasn't completely sure he'd be able to help himself if Bruce kept teasing him like this. As it was, he was already half hard with just the older man's scent and the unconscious flirts.]

[And what Steve meant as a reassurance was somehow... the exact opposite. He wanted to be touched, wanted to be taken, wanted so badly to surrender his waning control and beg openly for the things his body craved.

But that wasn't terribly different from a normal day for him, was it. Constantly fighting himself, resisting the hungry, straining force inside of him. This was so much the same and also so much different. And here was Steve, trying to help him. Always the good man to keep them all on track, kind and refreshingly earnest and so many things that Bruce had lost faith in in humanity at large. Such a good man that even now, like this, his first response was to suffer himself in order to help rather than merely taking what he wanted.

A good man, the best. Too good. Too good for him, certainly. And it was that idea more often than not that drove him to hide away in his lab as much as possible, keep himself separated from the team. They were good people, heroes, honorable men and Bruce didn't have the heart to inflict himself on them, to taint that shining example of humanity with his own darkness.

It was as much for Steve's sake as it was a concern for safety that made him fight so hard against the need burning through him. But it didn't stop him from speaking again, a careful, hesitant question.]

And... if... if I gave my permission?

[Bruce sold himself short. Very short. He always had, and every single one of their team had called him out on it, be it with words or sharp pokes, or invitations to go out. Steve told him that by making sure the scientist ate, coming into his lab at odd hours with a sandwich or two, perching quietly somewhere out of the way to watch and listen to the random explanations. Most of it went over his head, but just being in the same room as the man was nice, and he'd taken to settling down there to draw if he wouldn't bother Bruce.

Behind them, the elevator beeped at the same time that the omega asked that oh so very dangerous question and Steve sucked in a lungful of Bruce-scented air before he herded him into the tight space. He hit the button for their floor hard enough to crack the plastic and he did his best to keep himself calm as the doors slid shut, trapping him with the mouthwatering older man.

He groaned, resting his head against the cool sides as they started to ascend.]

I'd...Bruce....I won't lie. Right now, I'd probably rip their throats out for so much as looking at you. If there's someone...else, you want to call to help you, please do it after I've got you to your room.

[The way Steve says his name is enough to have him moaning softly, leaning back against the wall of the elevator, squirming ever so slightly as his fingers curl into tight fists, fighting the need top pull restrictive fabric away, to bare himself to the blond alpha. Hearing his words, knowing that, even if it's just instinctual, Steve would fight for him, be possessive of him. It makes him shudder and whine and fight everything he is.

He doesn't mean to let out the soft needy sounds, doesn't mean for his tail to be swishing so invitingly. He licks his lips, dark eyes roaming over Steve's body, gaze settling at his groin and another sound catches in his throat. Full lips part to let out a panting breath and then he's forcing his eyes up to meet dark, hungry blue.]

Why would I call someone else? [It's genuinely confused... and something of an invitation with the way he says it.]

[It was torture. Never before had he realized exactly how long it took to take their private elevator up three floors until he was trapped in the small box with a squirming, whining, pliant omega, who's tail was whipping the air into a turbulent mini-cyclone of heat scent. Even breathing through his mouth was a mistake, the close confines and saturated air making it all too easy to scent and taste Bruce on the roof of his mouth. The effect was .... swift.

Shoving off the safety of his wall, Steve stalked that short distance between them, a low growl in his chest as he planted both hands on either side of Bruce, pinning him there as his eyes glossed over and he leaned in to breath in the air just over his neck.]

Because I am a very old fashioned guy and you'd be mine. [That last word was a throaty growl.]

[Bruce whined again when Steve moved closer, shifting as soon as the other man's hand was braced against the wall next to him, rubbing his cheek against Steve's arm, eager to share his scent though it was already so thick in the air. His lips brushed lightly against the other man's wrist and the sound that escaped him when he realized what he was doing, jerked himself back against that wall and away from the blond, was nearly a sob.]

You, Steve. Do you want me to call someone else? [And he hopes it's clear what he's asking. Asking if Steve really wants him, would truly be willing to claim him like that. Not because he's a needy desperate omega but because he is Bruce. Or should he give himself over to another... Thor or perhaps Natasha, because Tony of course already had Pepper. Or simply let Steve lock him away and try not to lose his mind over the next few days.]

[He almost lost it. The scent of their bodies touching, their smells mingling into one powerful, gut curling scent? It was enough to set his teeth on edge and he had to lean down, had to drag his tongue over the smooth skin of Bruce's neck just to see if he tasted as fantastic as he smelled.

He did, and it took every ounce of willpower he had left for Steve to not reach out and grab the other man when he jerked away. Instead, he gripped the safety rail hard enough to leave a handprint as he watched Bruce with dark, lust filled eyes.

Claiming eyes.]

Want you. Want you be mine, no one else's. I've filled entire sketchbooks with you and drempt about you and now...fuck, Bruce. I want you. Every bone in my body is telling me to take you right here before anyone else can claim you and I'm trying really, really hard to remember the fact that you don't feel the same way about me...

[The plea to stop teasing him with all this hope if it wasn't a serious hope was heavily implied.]

[For the second time that afternoon Bruce was left staring up at Steve, awed by the man in front of him. He was Steve Rogers, Captain America, the best man Bruce had ever met... kind and caring even to a stuffy old scientist that was aparently too wrapped up in his work to even realize that the quiet companionship, the small gestures over the last months... had not been generic acts of kindness strictly because Steve was just the kind of guy that didn't want anyone to be left out but...

He wanted him. Steve, for some unfathomable reason, wanted him.

It was something he would question endlessly when he was in full possession of his usual, somewhat remarkable, mental processes. For now there is only one possible response to the other man's words, the scent of him so close, the lingering damp heat on his throat. The elevator dinged cheerily as the doors slid open on Bruce's floor but he stayed precisely where he was, unable to tear his gaze away from Steve, so agonizingly close.]

Yes. [A soft breathless whine and then he was pushing away from the wall, pressing eagerly into Steve's space.] Yes. Steve... make me yours.

[By the time Bruce would be in full capacity to think about it, it would be too late. Steve will have claimed him, taken him, bonded their lives together and mingled their scents so that the entire world could tell it and keep their hands to themselves. That was the permission that Bruce was so willingly giving now...

..and if Steve were a better man, he would have shaken his head and sent the scientist off to his rooms and stood guard while Bruce's body raged it's war. But he wasn't a saint, and Bruce's sudden invasion of his personal space sent what little self control he had managed to keep out the window. He growled, pulling the older man to him and bending down to kiss him. Taste him. Memorize him. And when the need for air forced them apart, Steve's blue eyes were blown three shades darker.

His hand on the small of Bruce's back, he lead the way down the hall, completely bypassing Bruce's door and keying in the code for his own, instead. After the next four days, it would be their room.]

[After that confession, even if Steve had tried to be a better man, tried to send Bruce off to endure the way he had for nearly a decade now... It was very likely that Bruce would not have accepted that as an answer.

The kiss was enough to leave Bruce's head spinning, soft whines escaping with each exhale. Steve broke the kiss, ushered him down the hallway and Bruce was tripping over himself trying to keep touching the other man, wanting to ignore any standards of propriety and just let Steve take him right in the middle of the hall and if anyone else happened to stumble along then too damn bad.

But the door was opening a moment later and Bruce was stumbling inside, hands tugging impatiently at his own clothes, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, trying to think at the same time... There was something else, something he needed to tell Steve, to remind him.]

The other guy could... I haven't... Steve. [And then he was giving up on his buttons altogether, moving to shove his hands under the hem of Steve's t-shirt instead, gasping at the touch of warm flesh.]

[Bruce may have given up on that purple button down, but Steve hadn't. He didn't have as much care for it, however, what with the heat of Bruce's fingers along his skin and the smell of Bruce's scent mingling with the scent of his own things. He gripped on either side of that line of buttons and simply pulled, bending to run his mouth over the skin he just bared. The temptation to sink his teeth into the soft skin was overwhelming, so he pushed the older omega back against the wall before he nuzzled in past the light fur on his stomach and claimed a mouthful of tender skin.

Bruce tasted better then he smelled and Steve could feel the growl in his chest as he looked up at the other man.]

Last chance, Bruce. Last chance to call in a beta...

[Last chance to keep Steve from bonding them.]

[Bruce's head snapped back against the wall when Steve's mouth closed over sensitive skin, a sharp whimper catching in his throat, his back arching instead of curling in to protect that vulnerable area. If he'd been able to think he'd have laughed. It was absurd, neither one of them fully in possession of their senses and both trying to warn against something the other obviously didn't care about. Steve didn't give a damn about the other guy, he'd said it earlier, he trusted Bruce. And like hell Bruce would be content to call anyone else, much less a beta, after having Steve's hands on him, his mouth against his skin, having the other man close enough to feel the growl that rumbled in his chest.

No, they'd lost this battle the moment they'd stepped into the elevator and they both knew it, however politely they tried to offer each other outs. He may not have been in any frame of mind to make sense of it but Bruce found it pulling his lips into a small smile anyway as he lifted his head from the wall to look at Steve. A second later he was sliding down that wall, practically throwing himself at Steve, arms wrapping around him, tumbling them both to the floor and eagerly trying to capture his lips for another kiss even before they'd landed properly. He didn't care what happened, didn't care what warnings Steve felt he needed. He just wanted the younger man, the alpha, his alpha soon and that thought alone made him gasp and shudder, clinging to Steve that much harder.]

[Of all the reactions Steve had predicted, that hadn't even been on the list. It startled him, caught him by surprise...and he let out a startled laugh as his back hit the floor and Bruce was straddling him, killing that laugh with a kiss and he couldn't quite help the way he jerked up against that sturdy body over him.

His instincts were yammering at him, though, and it wasn't long at all before Steve was taking control of that kiss, the ruined shirt ripped completely off and tossed away as the solider's hands roamed over the older Omega.

His Omega.

The thought dragged another growl him him and he rolled them, pinning Bruce down against his floor with his greater bulk, fingers fumbling with the fastenings to khaki slacks. In the end, the pants ended up the same as the shirt, and the thick, heady scent of slick made Steve's hackles raise and his hips gave a few shallow thrusts as he gnawed a mark against the other man's throat.]

[Later he might have to have words with Steve about putting a dent in his already limited wardrobe... then again his pants had already been getting embarrassingly damp. But right now he didn't care, he only wished he could do the same to Steve's clothing. He settled for shoving his hands up under the larger man's shirt, pushing it up his chest, baring smooth skin to eager hands.

Bruce gasped and whimpered beneath the other man, head lolling to the side to bare his throat to him, to let Steve mark him as much as he wanted. And with Steve above him the doctor immediately let his legs fall open, invitingly. ]

S-Steve...please. [He gasped the words through ragged breaths, squirming beneath the other man, arching up against him and a sharp, needy whine starting in his throat.]

[Later, Steve might even feel a little bad about the ruined clothes. Later, he'd take him shopping to make up for it. Later, he'd patch that shirt since he knew that it was one of Bruce's favorites. Now, however, he was of the mind that Bruce should have known better then to wear clothes.

He should be naked. At all times. Naked and wet and ready for him whenever he so felt the urge to take him. Later, he'd be horrified at himself for even thinking like that...but for now, he only sucked a dark bruise against Bruce's throat before he pulled back to shuck off his own clothing.

He was back quickly, however, settling himself between strong thighs. Two thick fingers worked their way up into that tight heat, working him open and making sure he was slick enough for what was about to happen.]

[Logically, rationally, Steve would have to move away to take of his clothes. As a logical, rational man that should have been apparent to Bruce when Steve put that small bit of space between them. He was so far beyond logic it wasn't even funny. His hands scrambled after the blond briefly before he slumped back against the floor, spreading his legs a little wider, whimpering soft pleas between gasped breaths.

Part of him knew that he'd suffered far worse over the years but he'd never had an alpha with him, never had the opportunity to satisfy that need and delaying the inevitable somehow seemed more torturous than doing without. But then Steve was back, back between his legs and gloriously naked, and pushing his fingers into Bruce. He cried out sharply, back arching as those fingers opened him up and just that intrusion had his body compensating, becoming even wetter, the thick fluid easily coating Steve's fingers and dripping down into his palm. It didn't matter, he didn't need the extra care. He was ready. Gods, he felt like he'd been born ready for that moment and in a way he had though he'd never expected it to actually happen.]

Steve... need you. [And he wasn't even sure how he had the presence of mind to form words anymore.] Need you now.

[Bruce wasn't the only one who was ready. Steve groaned, leaning down to close his teeth around one dark nipple as he twisted his fingers once, twice, three times. His body was screaming at him to just roll Bruce over and take him. Own him. Breed him. Every instinct in him was clamoring for control to press the sweet, quiet scientist into the floor.

He'd always been a careful man, however, and he saw no reason to stop now. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his soon-to-be mate, after all...but when his fingers twisted so sweetly and came away so very wet...well, he counted that as prepared enough.

Hooking Bruce's legs over his arms, he brought them up, pressing his knees into his chest and holding him there as he lined up their bodies and moaned as he sank into his omega.]

[Some small part of him was glad that Steve left him just where he was, with his back on the floor and his hips angled up for the blond, glad that he'd be able to look up and see his face, kiss him, hold onto him. A silly romanticized notion, perhaps, but it was a reminder in a way that however much it was biology driving this there was more to it than that.

But any thoughts were swept away as soon as Steve moved again, pressing into his body and Bruce thought he might die then and there. His breath caught in his chest, back arching to push back against Steve, and his hands scrabbled helplessly against the floor for purchase though he found none. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, though his mouth fell open in a cry he did not have the breath to voice. Not with Steve sliding slowly into him, filling him up, stretching him open for the alpha. His alpha and it was that thought that finally made him remember how to breathe and that first gasped breath escaped as a sharp cry.]

S-Steve!

nfjskfsdnj your timing ;~; just as I tell myself 3am is bedtime

XD Go ahead and go to sleep, dear. I'll be around tomorrow, I promise.

/crawls off to bed after this, promise.

You are never going to be rid of me, now. Just so you know this. You are...alsdkfjsd!

Perfectly okay with that >3 Also I have never written omegaverse things so aknfjksn/flails nervously

Really? You're doing fantastic!!

holy crap what timezone are you *in*!? Also comparative psychology ftw

XD Central, but I work nights. My schedule is..wonky. XD

apparently lmao

Normally, I'd be asleep by now but it's my night off, so I'm a little less worried about passing out

Oh~ Is it my turn to shoo you off to bed now?

XD Maybe..Don't want to, though! Finally got a Bruce! /Bounce

Heh~ Happy to oblige~ :D

^_^ I have a soft spot for the little scientist and you play him wonderfully.

awww thank you ^////^ I am quite fond of Steve as well (and it's so rare to see Steve/Bruce!)

Steve/Bruce needs to be more common. XD

it does! they work really well together u.u

Crappy post is crappy. But it gets me back into the swing of life! XD

oh hush you wonderful person you

<3 <3 <3

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holy crap what timezone are you in!? Also comparative psychology ftw