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In a rut because we're in rut

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.

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[Bothersome yet necessary. Their bodies are still human after all with human needs, despite animalistic instincts screaming otherwise, and it's a good thing Frank's rut isn't hitting him hard right now. Amazingly enough.

Bruce's body feels amazing around him and it takes every bit of willpower to not thrust like a wild man right away. No. He can feel the tension and while amazing around his cock it also means there's some pain involved. Frank is patient as his hands slide up the smaller man's back and then glide down again with a scrape of nails, slowly grinding forward with the call of his name.]

Just... Just relax. [He prompts unhelpfully though moments later it's his lips dragging up Bruce's back instead, one arm propped on the bed while the other sneaks below to find the painfully hard, dripping arousal that's been neglected thus far, firmly stroking to add more pleasure to the moment.] I'll make you feel good.

[As unhelpful as Frank's words might be, they nonetheless take the edge off the pain and make it a little easier to take all of him. The sound of his voice, so close and warm, is reassuring, and Bruce leans back against him, hoping for more. He's always liked hearing his partners talk during sex; it seems his rut has only increased that desire.

The pressure of Frank's nails makes Bruce hiss, his chest lowering further so that his entire torso is flush against the bedspread. His hips are aching already - he's not exactly young anymore - but he ignores it, too lost in the other sensations rushing through his body to care.

Then Frank goes and strokes him and Bruce lets out an honest-to-god mewl, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rockets through him. He's been hard for hours now and he's barely been touched; he's so keyed up, there's no way he'll last.]

Yes, [is all he can say, the word repeated breathlessly as he rocks his hips back, alternating between fucking into Frank's fist and driving back onto his cock. Faintly, he hopes that he looks good like this; his mind is still telling him to do whatever he can to make Frank want to keep him as a mate.]

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[He looks better than good and it would be more worrying of how drawn Frank feels to him and making him satisfied was he not so wrapped up in pleasure. Like this, it's easier to mount Bruce and arch his hips back and forth to smoothly thrust into him, gradually getting easier as Bruce's body opens up to him.

Touching and being inside of him, hearing the calls and cries of his pleasure, all have Frank thoroughly distracted. The consistent wave of hormones is driving him crazy, dizzy with need, and part of him just wants to make him come over and over again, to turn him over and taste him, please the more submissive man until he's all -... well, Frank's. He recognizes the dangerous thoughts for what they are and pushes them far, far to the back of his mind, muffling groans against Bruce's back. His cock continues its steady build of a rhythm and he drives into him with fuller, more satisfying movements, murmuring curses between bites and kisses.]

I'm gonna make you come- [He starts, feeling compelled by everything in the moment. Frank is normally not a talkative man but when in bed... it's different. Especially during someone's rut.] And come, and come... make you keep begging for more. [A low groan in his throat and his hips snap up against his partner's ass, keeping deep inside of him as he grinds forward harder.] And then... I'll keep going. I won't stop fucking you 'til your rut's over completely.

[The cloud of pheromones surrounding them is so think now that Bruce couldn't resist any of his natural instincts even if he wasn't in heat. His mind has almost completely shut down; all rational thoughts have gone out the window, replaced by the single, driving emotion that makes his blood race and his heart pound. He just needs to be fucked, plain and simple, and with the way Frank's going, he's pretty sure this will be one heat that isn't awful.

The words just make Bruce cry out louder, over and over again, his movements becoming erratic as the pleasure builds up inside of him. Everything Frank is saying is exactly what Bruce wants to hear. He doesn't want this to end until his desperate urges finally subside.]

Please - [His voice is tighter now, smaller, and his eyelids have squeezed themselves shut. The sounds he's making are punctuated with sharp little gasps every time Frank thrusts back in; even now, stretched open as he is, Bruce still feels too tight. There's no way he'll complain, though. The burn just makes it feel even better, reminding him of who's doing this and why. It doesn't take much longer before Bruce feels his entire body tensing, and when Frank fills him to the hilt he comes at last, shouting wordlessly, his own cock twitching as he makes a mess all over Frank's hand and the bedspread.]

[Each cry and plea urges Frank on more and more, thrusting harder or faster, deeper, until he's pressing up against his ass with each rock forward. When Bruce orgasms his body clenches around him and he can feel the muscles trying to keep him in, keep them connected, and it draws out louder groans from him too.]

Fucking hell. [Frank's forehead presses between Bruce's shoulders and he stays buried deep like that, grinding in slow circles against him, hand working his cock fervently. Even when it seems like Bruce has no more to give he keeps going, squeezing out every last drop.]

[A seemingly endless stream of cries and whimpers emerge from Bruce's throat. His body shakes almost violently with the force of the orgasm; the way Frank's squeezing and tugging at his oversensitive cock just makes him twitch all the more. He keeps giving and giving until he's past the point of empty.

When he's finally, completely wrung out he collapses onto the bed, unable to support his own weight any longer. He's breathing hard, and there's hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Even though he's come, though, he can still feel the same need burning inside of him. It's just been sated temporarily.]

Mmfuck... [He manages to turn his head enough to gaze up at Frank through glazed, half-lidded eyes, the faintest trace of a grin on his face.]

[Having the other man boneless and sated makes Frank unexpectedly content as well, more than he normally would, despite still being hard. He knows what his role is here and how to give the man relief while also getting his own.]

One down. [He chuckles quietly and forces himself to pull back and out long enough to sit up and help Bruce roll onto his back, away from the wet spot he spilled over the bed.] You still all there?

[When Frank pulls away, the satisfied look on Bruce's face gives way momentarily to what is, essentially, a pout. It's gone soon enough, though; he doesn't have the energy to keep it up. Once he's turned over he curls up close to Frank, his instincts adjusting to become more touchy and affectionate.]

Mmhm. Think so. [Speaking is difficult. His thoughts are still mired in a haze of lust and post-coital warmth. Nonetheless, he manages to add a soft:] You're amazing.

[Thank god for modern medicine because if he wasn't on a blocker he'd be so quick to fall into a rut right now, to want to mate with him and stay in this hotel room until they know everything about each other; with a stranger. He can't imagine how freaked out the other will be when he's of sane mind again.

Frank leans over him again to accept the affection, still hard against him but he doesn't penetrate again just yet.]

I think that's your heat talking.

[If Bruce thought it felt good having Frank pressed close during sex, it was nothing compared to how it felt now. He was warm and smelled of sex and his own signature Frank-ness, and the muscles beneath his skin were more obvious than ever thanks to their exertions. A soft, happy sound escapes Bruce's chest as he practically nuzzles his face against the larger man's neck.]

Probably. [There's no doubt that, once they're finished, Bruce will be filled with shame and guilt and regret. Right now, his body and brain have no time for that. He needs a mate, and there's a pretty good option in the room with him. All that matters is showing him how good Bruce can be.

Not-so-stealthily, he sneaks a hand down between their bodies to grasp Frank's cock once more. It still feels huge, and even though Bruce is wiped out, the sight of it is enough to make him want to spread his legs again.]

Did you mean it? When you said you'd keep fucking me? [he gives Frank a serious look, vulnerability written clear across his features.]

[The touch has him going again after a short lull in intense arousal but he's already so wound up it's easy to get him right back to it. He nods and pushes into the grip, eyelids falling some in his pleasure.]

I always mean what I say. [Frank breathes out and rolls his hips down into Bruce's hand, meeting his gaze with one just as serious.] Is that what you want? I can... I can still smell you. You need it.

[Feeling Frank respond to the touch makes Bruce smile a littler wider, his expression brightening. Now that the initial wave of desperation has left him, he wants to pay more attention to Frank's needs. After all, this shouldn't just be about him - as a good mate, he has to make sure Frank feels good, too.]

Yeah. [His voice is a little steadier now. Leaning up, he steals a kiss from Frank before settling back against the blankets. He doesn't need any guidance this time; he spreads his legs, hooking them around Frank's hips to draw him closer.] I wanna make you come in me.

[It's a bold statement, one that he usually wouldn't give so freely, but right now he's not at all like his usual self.]

[It's just as easy to slide up against him, lowering on his arms and enjoying the warmth and strength of legs around his hips. He knows Bruce is more than just this, that he's probably not weak or vulnerable at all, but that the heat is taking over most of the interaction. He gets it. Somehow, despite the current situation, he finds himself wondering what he's like outside of this.

For now though... he's so focused on giving him what he wants and needs. That smile is practically infectious and it even makes the corners of Frank's lift.]

What... without the condom? [He asks, a bit surprised, and he bites a corner of his lip. God how badly he wants that too even though he's aware of the risk.]

[There's that hint of a smile again. It's a challenge, wresting it out of him, but Bruce finds himself wanting more than ever to make Frank happy - especially now that he's helped Bruce with something so important.

It's a risky idea, Bruce knows, but it's what he wants - what he needs. Plus, there's something about his biology that Frank doesn't know about yet, something that tips Bruce over from maybe to definitely.]

It's okay. I can't - [a hint of shame creeps into his voice; despite the strength of his heat, this is something that's always been a sore spot.] I can't get sick. Not from this. Can't give you anything, either.

[He doesn't really want to explain why, at least not right now, but he's more than willing to if Frank asks.]

[He actually pauses to think. Was he in a worse state it'd be no question but he knows what that means, not just biologically but in terms of mating.

There's a longer moment of consideration before Frank makes a half frustrated, half possessive growl in his throat, and then he's leaning in to kiss Bruce again, more heated than before.]

Alright. Take it off.

[Bruce is glad that Frank doesn't press the issue. It shouldn't matter, considering he's just here to help Bruce out this one time, but it's something that still eats away at him.

Thankfully Frank tears his attention away from his self-doubt and negativity, first with the growl, then with the kiss. The words are phrased like a command and they make Bruce shiver, his arousal stirring once again in response. He's not the most obedient person, but hearing Frank tell him what to do... well, it just feels natural to obey.

Reaching forward, he makes quick work of removing the condom and tossing it aside. As soon as he's finished he lies back once again, legs spread expectantly and a pleasant flush on his face.]

[A quick pass of more lubricant on himself and Frank is ready to mount him again, nudging forward and aligning himself before he presses home. There truly is a difference in sensation going bare and it sends tingles of pleasure and something else down from his temple to his toes. It's easy to slide in all the way and Frank remains buried between the other man's legs to regain his composure a moment or two... before a more hurried, gradual pace starts up again.

He's determined this time, to give Bruce what he wants and then some.]

[Feeling their skin pressing together in such an intimate manner brings Bruce right back into his heat. There's nothing quite like it, and even though this isn't supposed to mean anything, Bruce finds himself reacting even more favourably to Frank's movements than before.]

Oh my god. [It comes out as a weak mumble, his eyelashes fluttering as his head falls back against the pillow. Without really thinking he grasps at Frank's forearms, trying to pull him closer. There's a new need growing in his chest; he wants closeness, intimacy, more than just the feeling of being filled.] Frank...

[The moment the heat comes flaring back to live Frank can smell it and it hits him like a brick wall, nearly stopping him short and breathless. The shock only lasts a second though before he's scooting down closer against Bruce, chest to chest as his body rolls and rocks against him, head tipping down to kiss at his neck. The pheromones are even stronger against Bruce's pulse and Frank muffles a moan there as he breathes him in, shuddering hard. Each thrust is full and hard and now Frank is certain this won't be the last time they see each other. It doesn't feel like it will be after something like this

Another low, possessive sound is pressed to Bruce's neck and teeth come out to graze against the hot skin just against his pulse, biting and sucking. The way his body is laid over Bruce's is nearly protective, an unconscious gesture to keep him safe and close, to keep him his even with no other present threat around.]

You feel good. [He reassures at the sound of his name and Frank's head tilts up again to find the other man's lips, pace still relentless through it all.]

[Even if he wasn't in heat, Bruce would be enjoying this almost as much. Frank is good at sex - it sounds silly, but it's true. He knows exactly what he's doing, and every thrust has just the right amount of force behind it. He smells good, too, not just his pheromones (which are stronger than ever now that they're pressed so close), but the natural scents he's acquired just through living.

It's easy to read the effect this is having on Frank when their skin is touching like this. The sting of teeth against Bruce's overheated skin leave him crying out again, unabashed in his expression of pleasure. He wants to be marked, wants to be covered in hickeys and bruises and bites so that everyone in the world will know who he's been with.

The kiss is messier than any of their previous ones, mostly thanks to Bruce's growing lack of coordination. His head feels fuzzy in the best of ways, and a lopsided grin makes its way to his face.] So do - nh - you, [he manages between thrusts.] You feel so big, fuck...

[One of Frank's arms reaches down so he can grip Bruce's thigh against his hip, fingers biting into the muscle there as their bodies continue to move and writhe together. It's clear Frank's reaching his own limit when his scent changes a click, when his thrusts turn jerky and more desperate. He doesn't stop though, doesn't falter in his pace, panting heavy breaths between their mouths.]

I'm gonna come. [Is murmured as Frank rolls forward deeper again, his heart pounding a mile a minute. The grip on Bruce's leg tightens.] Gonna fill you up good - is that what you want?

[The strength of Frank's grip isn't surprising, but it catches Bruce's attention anyway. He hisses as the nails dig into his skin, pleasure and pain mingling to produce something totally unique. The shift in scent tells Bruce what's about to happen before Frank says a word, and his own body tenses in response, his muscles tightening as though to hold his cock deep inside.

It's insanely arousing to feel the man reach his limit. Up until now he's been so steadfast - Bruce was beginning to think he didn't have any other way of being. The change in him seems like something private, and it sends a thrill up Bruce's spine to know that he was the one to cause it.]

Yes, fuck... [His reply is immediate, the words dripping with unspoken desire. How long has it been since he's had anything close to this? How long has his body been forced to wait for a potential mate to come along and take care of him like this?] Please please I want it so bad -

[Frank's muscles burn with the strain of keeping up the pace but he isn't bothered, just rocking against him over and over, the smack of their bodies louder in the room. Every point of contact feels burning hot and Bruce's voice, his pleading, the heat of his skin and sight of him beneath Frank all come together to mount his pleasure. After this long of fervent need and already making the other come once, Frank just gives in to the telltale signs of his own orgasm.

When he does come he's buried fully inside of Bruce and stills, shuddering and rocking deep inside of him, grinding back and forth as muscles tense and spasm. Frank dips his head with a low groan, giving in completely to this feeling, succumbing to the fact that he just could have potentially mated if he wasn't on blockers.

Frank remains like that with heavy breaths and slow, deep presses into Bruce's body. He was so wound up and now it feels like every inch of him has relaxed as he melts on top of Bruce, pressing his face to the curve in his neck where it smells so damn good.]

[If he weren't in heat, Bruce would probably be embarrassed by the noises they're making. It's not just that he can't help but moan and cry out, either - it's the fact that they're being loud, the way only people who are totally shameless are loud. Tony's choice of this particular suite suddenly makes a lot more sense to him - they don't have any next-door-neighbours to piss off.

As Frank draws closer and closer to his own release, Bruce can't help but fuck himself onto his cock more desperately. His own arousal is back to throbbing, and he knows he won't last much longer, either.

When Frank comes inside of him Bruce can't do much other than hang on and weather the storm of hormones that surge through him. Even though Frank's been taking his medication, the effect is still powerful - doubly so to Bruce, who has nothing of his own to fight it off. His toes curl and he arches up into Frank, his vision going white as he comes as well - not needing to be touched, not needing anything except the feeling of being filled over and over again. It's not as powerful as the first time, but it doesn't matter.

He welcomes the press of Frank's body against his own as the man finally begins to relax, a tired, happy grin on his face. Idly, his fingers stroke long, circular patterns along Frank's shoulders and down his spine, mapping out the muscle and scars there.]

Fuck, [he mumbles eloquently, before laughing a little.]

Mmh... [Is his first response as he practically nuzzles into Bruce's neck, almost like he's trying to get that scent on him by all means possible. It's just a natural reaction after orgasm and he sighs, feeling the laughter vibrate against his chest.]

Pretty much. [Frank agrees and kisses at that spot slowly. Small tremors of lingering pleasure still course through him and he shifts inside of him over and over again, slow rocks of his hips until it's too much and he has to go still again.]

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