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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.

WILDCARD

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[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.

[The press of Frank's broad, rough palms against his chest leaves Bruce arching slightly, his eyelids fluttering shut for a second as he takes in the sensation. Need flares back to life inside of him, fueled in part by the way Frank's looking at him.]

Yeah? [He reopens his eyes, grin still in place, and wiggles his hips a little before leaning in to press his lips along Frank's collarbone. Between sucking and nibbling lightly at the skin, he murmurs,] Too bad. I like challenges.

[A low chuckle rumbles in his chest and Frank's hand winds through Bruce's hair again, this time tugging a bit between consistent strokes.]

What can I say, you inspire the reaction.

[Not only due to pheromones either, really. He's an attractive man, heat or no heat.]

That's good to hear.

[The hint of roughness is enough to make Bruce move his hips down against Frank's thigh, eager once more for the sort of friction only Frank can provide. His lips trail southwards, over a pectoral muscle and along the skin until he reaches a nipple. His breath ghosts over it momentarily before he wraps his lips around it, teeth closing over the nub to tug lightly.

The hunger of his heat is coming back, but there's more to it now than there was before. He wants Frank, not just because of the connection they made back in that alley, not just because he's strong and careful and can give Bruce what he needs. No, he genuinely wants him, not just his dick.]

[His hands don't stop touching Bruce where they can while he explores down Frank's body, letting him do as he wishes as long as he doesn't stop touching him in return. One hand strokes through his hair and down the back of his neck, over his shoulders, and at the teeth to his nipple he lets out a breath of surprise pleasure, hips pushing up to grind against him again.]

When's the last time you did this with someone? [He blurts out in sudden curiosity, unsure why but, well, there it is.]

[The constant touches make Bruce hum warmly. He's quickly beginning to think that there's no better feeling in the world than Frank's hands against his skin. The surprised sound tugs his lips into a grin, but the question makes him falter briefly.

Glancing up, he tries to figure out whether Frank's serious or teasing.] What, am I that bad at it? [His own voice is more amused than not, but it's got his signature bite of sarcasm to it.]

No! [He laughs, hands drawing down the man's shoulders and over the back of his neck again, unable to stop grinning.] No I guess I was just curious. You don't have to tell me.

[Hearing Frank laugh stirs something in Bruce's chest, and for a second he gets lost in the sound. It's such a warm, genuine sound - it doesn't sound the way he expected it to.

His smile returns, and he lets his teeth nip at the skin over Frank's heart before he replies.] Two years.

[He knows it's a long time, and it makes him a little self-conscious, but he wants to be honest.]

It's fine. I haven't in a while either.

[But he's not about to confide in why. For now, he's content to just continue on, fingers stroking at the nape of Bruce's neck. He squirms a bit beneath him and sighs, murmuring finally:]

I want you to suck me off.

[A smile flickers on Bruce's lips at the reply. He knows it shouldn't be a big deal, but... well, he's always been a little sore about it. It's not like he would've chosen celibacy if he hadn't had the accident.

He's glad that Frank doesn't press the issue. A sigh leaves him at the continuous touches against his skin, and he shivers when Frank murmurs those words. His smile widens into a grin, and he looks up from beneath his long, dark eyelashes with as much charm as he can muster.]

Yeah? [He presses a few kisses along Frank's ribs, his hands smoothing down along his hips before brushing just shy of the man's erection.] Funny, I was thinking the same thing.

[It really doesn't take much for him to be charming, Frank's quickly realizing. Now that the initial intensity of the heat has died down there's a playfulness to Bruce's behavior that was once occupied by desperation. Even the teasing of his touch is enough to draw a sharp breath and then exhale on a chuckle, making Frank tip his head back into the pillow.]

You're going to kill me, asshole. [But with the way he says it, there's no malice to his tone.]

[That makes Bruce laugh, light and breathless, and for a second he's so overcome by emotion - relief and satisfaction and happiness - that he just rubs his face against Frank's belly affectionately. He's not one to tease past the point of enjoyment, though, so when he collects himself he finally allows his tongue to lick up the length of Frank's cock, humming warmly at the taste.]

Oh, no, I won't do that. [He grins and licks again, this time on the left side, his palm holding Frank in place.] I don't want to lose the chance of you fucking me again.

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