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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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[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.]

[For a moment, Bruce closes his eyes and allows himself to get lost in the fantasy that's been filling his head since he met Frank in that alley. If Frank wasn't taking his blockers, they almost certainly would've mated by now. The combination of Bruce's heat with the undeniable chemistry between them, added to the way Frank was covering every inch of Bruce's skin, would be enough - and then there's the come sitting deep inside Bruce's body, the truest mark of mating.

But that's not the truth. No matter how amazing this feels, they aren't mates. Bruce is still, for all intents and purposes, alone.

It's hard to think about that, though, with Frank pressing into him still. Bruce is much too sensitive now but he doesn't try to push the larger man away. Small gasps of pain-pleasure escape him before the rocking subsides and he relaxes again, one hand coming up to comb through Frank's sweat-dampened hair.]

You're incredible. [It's definitely not the heat talking this time.] Thank you.

[As weariness replaces the high of pleasure Frank slowly pulls away and rolls off beside Bruce, giving them both a chance to breathe. He isn't sure where to go from here, knowing what just happened and just... what could have happened, too. Fuck. That could have been a huge risk. It still could be.

What is he doing?

Hard to question too long though when Bruce looks so satisfied and finally relaxed. Untreated heats and ruts are tricky things and the fact that Frank could take the edge off is simple enough, right? Bruce looked like he was going out of his mind when Frank met him.]

Yeah... it's nothing. [What can he say to that, really? He's never been good at this sort of thing.] You feeling okay?

[The separation of their bodies, slight as it is, is still enough to make Bruce whine softly and curl up against Frank. Usually he'd try to be more aware of whether or not his partner enjoyed this sort of intimacy, but right now he's still high on hormones.

Besides, Frank feels warm and strong and good, and being close to him in this way just seems right. Mated or not, Bruce still feels attached to him. It's not every day someone saves you from being raped in an alley, after all.]

Yeah. [It's his turn to nuzzle now, pressing his face up against Frank's shoulder.] Much better. Full.

[His brain's still a little fuzzy, but most of the heat in his body has dissipated. He knows it's only a matter of time before it returns, but he's glad to be rid of it for the moment, at least. Slowly, his coherence starts to return, and he realizes that there are some things they should probably talk about.]

I meant it, about not getting sick. [It's a start. He can't exactly lead off with 'by the way, you just slept with the Hulk's alter-ego'.]

[Fingers slowly card through Bruce's hair and down his neck while the man settles down. Frank also feels a certain degree of peace found after sex while he is still caught up in endorphins and a dying adrenaline. It helps that the person he helped is currently oozing with contentedness, only urging Frank's protective streak on.]

What do you mean? Are you immune?

[The gentle pressure against his head and neck leaves Bruce feeling even more relaxed and helps to settle the nerves creeping into his gut. He presses a little closer, so he's flush up against Frank's body. Feeling him like this makes admitting the truth a little less frightening, somehow.]

Something like that. [A pause, and then:] A few years ago, I was... in an accident. With radiation. [He shifts, discomfort tinging his expression.] Ever since then I haven't been able to contract anything. [A weak laugh leaves him.] Guess it was a good thing, in its own way.

[As Bruce hesitantly begins to explain Frank gets why he's being so cautious. Well, partly. While still clueless to the man's full identity the idea of people with strange or superhuman abilities is still fresh, still a weird concept to many people. Little does Bruce know Frank deals with that shit pretty consistently these days.]

But with the good comes the bad, right? [He urges on, knowing there has to be more to it.] You really don't have to tell me if you don't want to. So long as you're not going to kill me in my sleep, I don't care.

[Honestly, Bruce hadn't expected Frank to care. Curious, maybe, but that made sense - now that they'd achieved this level of intimacy, knowing a little more about one another made sense. But the way he asks makes Bruce think maybe he'll understand. After all, beating up all of those guys in the alley wasn't something just anyone could do, right?

Still, he hesitates. What if this is his one chance to have something unmarred by the shadow of the Hulk and everything that comes with it? Even as he thinks that, he knows it doesn't matter. He can't pretend that those parts of his life aren't relevant to this situation.]

Yeah. [He swallows, his eyes darting up to meet Frank's before falling again.] I... there's something else. I'm sort of, um. I don't know if you know who they are - [a stupid thing to say, everyone in New York City knows about them]

- but, um. I'm sort of. An Avenger. [He pauses, before adding finally:] The big green one.

[There's a big difference between an average man with unwanted abilities and... well... a goddamn Avenger. Frank is legitimately taken by surprise and it shows in his expression, more alert and aware, eyebrows raised. Good job, Bruce. It's difficult to legitimately surprise Frank these days, though he isn't running for the hills. The mention of Tony Stark makes a hell of a lot more sense now.

The big green one is the next kicker. The one who was involved in the Incident and ruined a big part of the city, along with many lives. It's difficult to picture the two side by side with Bruce laying here curled up and vulnerable against him right now.]

Oh yeah, never heard of 'em. [He plays off with a dry joke, face serious a moment before breaking out into a smirk and roll of his eyes.] Well, shit. Of all the people to save in New York...

[If he has access to those kinds of resources he has to recognize Frank, right? ...Right? Shit.]

Gotta say I was not expecting that one.

[Frank's expression is enough to make Bruce's gut churn with anxiety, and he half-contemplates just getting up and leaving, before Frank can do or say anything to indicate his feelings about the matter. But he's warm, and he isn't pulling away, and the sex had been fantastic, so Bruce waits.

His first response makes Bruce smile weakly, though even the humour of the statement doesn't make him feel much better. The smirk helps, and the second statement actually makes Bruce chuckle a bit. Absently, his fingers trail along Frank's chest, making little swirly patterns. He's always fidgety when he's worried.

As for recognition, well. Frank looks a little familiar, especially now that they've had time to actually study one another's faces, but Bruce doesn't pay much attention to the news. He avoids it, in fact. All too often they're saying things about how he's a criminal, how he's hurt hundreds of people - which is true - and showing footage of the various incidents in which the Avengers messed things up. No, it's not a good idea for him to watch TV.

As for the files they keep on other "enhanced" individuals - that's more Tony and Steve's domain. Since the accident, Bruce has grown much more comfortable with sitting back and waiting for trouble to come him. So, for all the hypotheses he's concocting about Frank, he still doesn't have much idea as to who the guy is.]

Yeah, I... don't usually need rescuing. [He offers an apologetic smile.] Guess the heat interferes somehow, otherwise you might've gotten crushed along with those guys in the alley.

Small miracles. [That would definitely have been a worst case scenario. No weapon in Frank's arsenal currently could match the strength of that chaos. Frank doesn't even want to imagine how terrifying an angry Hulk would be during an uncontrollable heat. The thought alone is baffling. Then again, being in bed with that same man is just as surprising and not at all how Frank pictured his day going.

The urge to push off and leave is strong but instinct tells him to stay. There's this protective urge that continues to creep up on him and Frank doesn't want to let go, especially not when Bruce is so clearly hesitant about sharing this information. It almost makes him seem fragile... but maybe that's the rut talking.

With another deep breath Frank closes his eyes, his other hand coming around to slide up the arm currently across Frank's chest.]

Don't worry about it, alright? I'm not gonna out you. I'm not exactly perfect myself.

[Bruce doesn't completely understand it, but the fact remains that he can't transform during a heat. He'd never had much cause to worry about it; the blockers kept him from experiencing the worst symptoms, and he'd never been in enough trouble to need the Hulk during the rare times he forgot to take his meds. Until today, anyway.

He's mostly glad that Frank is still lying there with him instead of running for the hills. The pressure of his hand is reassuring, and Bruce's smile becomes a bit warmer. He loves intimacy, craves it even when he's not in heat, but he's rarely able to find anyone to fulfill that craving.

Frank's response stirs up his curiosity, but he hesitates. Asking too much might make things awkward. Then again, he had just revealed his own identity - it might be good to know a bit more about Frank, too.]

I don't know, [he begins, arching an eyebrow up at Frank.] I mean, you basically saved my life, and then you gave me the most amazing sex I've had in a long time. That's pretty close to perfect in my mind.

[Frank isn't so generous about revealing his identity. In his mind, it's better that Bruce doesn't know. The less who know the better, not only for Frank's sake but their own. His safety isn't an issue because Frank is certain he could run off and hide if need be, but it doesn't seem like that's the case here. Not yet, anyway.

It is a bizarre situation to be in though and Frank can't pretend to be unaffected. No, maybe he doesn't care that Bruce turns into That Big Green Guy every now and then but it does change his expectations. He was supposed to help and then leave. Getting to actually know him wasn't in the plan this soon.]

Keep your memory of me as that and you'll be happier. [Frank sounds amused despite the ominous tone of his words.] But you don't have to worry about me running off to the local news and spilling every embarrassing detail.

[Truthfully, Bruce hadn't thought too far ahead about what Frank might do once he knew the truth about Bruce's identity. His primary concern was making sure the other man didn't leave immediately. The reassurance that he'd keep this between them wasn't entirely necessary, though - Bruce has grown accustomed to having his face and name constantly dragged through the mud, then venerated, then hated again. Being an Avenger didn't exactly lend itself well to privacy.

Still, it means a lot to him to hear that Frank won't sell him out.

The vague warning leaves Bruce more curious than ever, but he knows it means he should drop the subject. He doesn't have to know more about Frank than he does already: that he's a good person, not matter how gruff and tough he appears on the outside.]

That's good to hear. [His grin turns sly.] Besides, if you did you'd have to fess up that you were the one making those embarrassing details happen.

There are worse fates. At least it was a good time.

[His voice carries a tease despite the dry humor and Frank nudges him a bit. It's no lie that he's a bit shocked to find out the truth but it could be worse. A lot worse. Clearly there's a whole side to that monster people are unaware of.]

Just don't forget your meds next time. Seriously. That was dangerous.

[Now that it's clear that Frank isn't going to run screaming from him, Bruce can relax again. The nudge makes him nestle a little closer to Frank, grin still in place. He answers the cautionary directive with a nod and a hum, his fingers returning to Frank's skin to keep drawing faint patterns along his scars and bruises.]

I'll be more careful, [he promises. He will be. As fun as this is, he doesn't ever want to feel that helpless again.

He goes quiet for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy the day's pleasant outcome, but he knows that sooner or later Frank will have to leave. His urge to mate is still there, quieter now but present nonetheless, and the idea of being left alone makes him frown unhappily. It's selfish - Frank has a life of his own, after all, and that had never involved Bruce until now; why complicate it by asking for more?

But a heat is a heat and hormones are hormones, and right now Bruce's body still wants more. Oh, he's too tired to do anything just yet, but the craving is there, like a flickering flame in the pit of his stomach. So he looks up with another of his mischievous smiles and says,]

You can do whatever you want with me, you know. Might as well take advantage of me forgetting. [The way he says it makes it clear that he wants it, that it won't be wrong or bad or nonconsensual in any way.]

[The offer confuses him a moment and Frank looks down at Bruce, eyebrows furrowed. While Bruce seems pleased by the thought he still has to ask:]

Forgetting? What do you mean?

[Frank's confusion is unexpected, and it brings a flushed, embarrassed expression to Bruce's face. He got so comfortable that he forgot he might need to be a little less vague with what he's trying to say.]

Er, I meant about forgetting to take my meds. [The more he thinks about what he's just said, the more redfaced he becomes. He can feels his ears burning and it makes him duck his head, suddenly self-conscious.] Sorry. That was probably too forward.

Ah. [He chuckles at the sudden shyness and pulls him in closer, arms tightening in their circle around him.] Just misunderstood. Don't sweat it.

[The red heat against his face and ears is kinda cute and Frank isn't sure if that's because of the current state of mind he's edging on or something more personal. Regardless, it just makes him want to protect the guy even more.

Slowly, he urges Bruce to roll up on top of him, hands helping to guide as one rests on the back of his thigh.]

If you really want to help you can start with your mouth.

[Staying embarrassed is difficult with Frank holding him like this, all strong arms and rough carefulness. He doesn't resist when he's moved to sit on top of Frank, a shy smile returning to his face.

Bruce is beginning to realize that it's not just the heat that's making this feel so good. He likes when he can hand over control to someone else, someone confident and self-assured like Frank. Bruce spends so much of his life maintaining his mental equilibrium that getting to take a break is a huge relief. Plus, Frank's hands feel amazing.

The comment makes his smile twist into a wicked little grin, his eyes brightening.] Yeah? Do you want to tell me where, or should I just use my imagination?

I mean, I could... but where's the fun in that?

[He returns the smile with one of his own, genuine and teasing, and he's surprised by his own playful nature. Why is it feeling so easy? Is it the influence of the heat? Maybe.

Frank stretches out his arms and legs and then spreads his palms up Bruce's chest, admiring his body now that he has a moment to.]

As long as you get me hard again... Shouldn't be that difficult.

In a rut because we're in rut

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