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In Heat/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

  • Comment with your character and preferences.

  • Include what you're interested and not interested in.

  • Respond to others!



PROMPTS

  1. first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?

  2. old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.

  3. happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.

  4. old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.

  5. worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.

  6. unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.

  7. forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.

  8. volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.

  9. tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.

  10. mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.

  11. nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.

  12. bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.

  13. the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.

  14. already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.

  15. 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.

  16. save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?

  17. cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.

  18. increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.

  19. increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.

  20. unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.

  21. protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.

  22. set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.

  23. 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.

  24. all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.

  25. 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.

  26. 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.

  27. desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!

  28. final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.

  29. fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.

  30. 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!

  31. noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.

  32. dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.

  33. 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.

  34. territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.

  35. 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.

  36. WILDCARD

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wanda maximoff | mcu | m/f

[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-20 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
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[OOC: Any interest in having her around him when 70 years of stasis-delayed heat catches up to him?]
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-22 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[They're well-informed by SHIELD when assigned to making runs that their charges could go into heat. The biology of omegas ran strong and wasn't easily suppressed, especially in the past ten years when the drugs used to manufacture them were harder and harder to come by. SHIELD did what it could to make their own and gave them to their agents as a just in case. He'd thought he wouldn't need that dosage anyway after the heavy assurance from Wanda's traders that she was weeks away from any possible heat. Hard to say if they were lying, oblivious of any warning signs, too lazy to track or all of the above.

He shouldn't be surprised that the traders were wrong in the first place.

And in the long-run it didn't matter because knowing wouldn't have stopped a heat that came on as strong and fast as it had, driving them off the road towards the border and SHIELD's HQ base a couple hours after he finished the transaction. Nearly a day later, it was still going strong.

He -- somehow, he's not sure how -- managed to extract himself from the warmth of her, the slick clasp of her body and the sheer intoxicating delight of her scent to drive over to the nearest town from their safehouse and pick up something hardier than what provisions he had stowed away in his car. He had to scrub every inch of her scent of his skin so that it did arouse extra suspicion and by he felt the loss of it profoundly every step of the way. The whole trip he couldn't stop thinking about getting back, distantly realizing that was likely a sign of his own sympathetic rut approaching.

Stocked with sandwiches, some fresh fruit, water and a few thick-bottled sport-drinks Steve pressed back, lead-foot on the gas. The low simmer of her scent that'd filed the small one-level house had ramped back up to a fog as soon as he stepped in the door. It pulled a sound from his throat as he sucked it in, unable to help himself from it. If she wasn't awake already she would be soon.

He shoved the majority of the food into the fridge and slipped down the hallway, with one bottled water and a sandwich there that he needed to get her to eat. The challenge was going to be not letting himself get distracted before that and the difficulty skyrocketed when he nudged open the bedroom door seeing Wanda sprawled in the mass of blankets they'd dragged onto the bed, the smooth pale of her back towards him and her neck exposed like he actually would have leave to claim her there.

Procedure mandated that they could mate with them, not doing so actually skirted towards torture (suppressants applied or not) but bonding was out of the question.

So was telling the omegas they were trying to rescue that they were in the midst of being rescued. SHIELD operated under a heavy cloak, with the guarantee that they'd be dismantled and sub-scripted at best if it was found out what they were really doing. In the case of an omega being recaptured it was just easier for them to know as little as possible. Rehabilitation was another enterprise entirely.]


Wanda? [Steve knelt by the bed, ignoring the fierce desire to slip his hands under the blankets and into the wetness of her cunt.] Hey sweetheart, I need you to eat this for me.
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-22 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[This isn't the first time that Wanda's gone into heat. It's not even the hundredth time. It is, however, the first time that she's gone into heat since being purchased by the traders who took her in the first place. By and large, she's found the experience to be far more enjoyable with Steve than it was with any of her handlers who would "forget" to give her a dose of the suppressant every so often.

By all account she shouldn't be so pleased to be purchased at all, but Wanda's always been intuitive, extraordinarily so, and something about Steve had given her the impression that she was far, far better off with him than in the care of the traders. So far, he hasn't proven her wrong, taking great care to see to her comfort as they travel.

If she'd known they'd lied to him about when she was next due to go into heat, she might have corrected him. She might have let him know that her handler had deliberately skipped her suppressant dose this time, that she was due to go into heat any day now. When the hormones and the urges subside and she can think more clearly she'll explain to him. Clearly from the look on his face in the car he hadn't expected to be faced with the shift and thick rise of pheromones in the air.

He hadn't hesitated to take care of her, however, even scrabbling, rushing toward each other in the vehicle as they had.

Most everything since that has been in a fog for Wanda. She doesn't remember how long they drove after she slipped into a nap, doesn't know where they are or how long they've been in the bedroom of the house where she now sleeps. All she knows is that for the moment she's in a cycle of need and hunger that blots out most everything else for her.

When Steve arrives back at the house, she's been sleeping for at least an hour or so. Naked and temporarily sated, she'd opted for rest over the shower that Steve had taken. For that time, she'd had a respite from the demands of her body and the spike of desire that he elicited in her, not just by being near but simply by being...him. Even lost in her heat, she's wondered if everything feels like so much more, if everything feels so much more intense with him because she's away from the other males and omegas of the traders, or if it's something specific about him that calls to her.

She catches his scent before she even hears him, and as she rouses from sleep her body begins to wake as well, need slowly reasserting itself and driving her reactions--

At least until she catches sight and smell of the sandwich he holds. She hasn't eaten in the longest time and just this once hunger overwhelms any other desire she might have. Groggy, she makes a pathetic sound at the back of her throat and eases herself up onto her elbows enough to grasp the food. Her breasts brush against the linens beneath her, stimulating her ever so slightly, but she bites into the sandwich before she can get distracted.

It's only after a third bite of the sandwich that she looks up at him, chewing and giving him a look of things. It is, perhaps, a mistake to have done that, however. Looking at him is an instant reminder of all that they've done together, how good it feels and how much it would satisfy her as much as the food in her hands. Her own thoughts drift much in the same direction as his had, how she'd spread her legs for him under the drape of the blanket if he'd slipped them underneath, how she'd arch her back and urge him to bite her neck and claim her. He's bought her, and after all this time she knows there's nothing to stop him from taking her as his own permanently. It's the reality of the situation and she could do far, far worse than the man who already has shown her more care and kindness than any since she first went into heat. The man who sees that she doesn't starve during the onslaught, rather than treating her like a creature to be used for his pleasure.

Determinedly, she bites into the sandwich again, chewing, eating before the rise of pheromones and the flush of her heat distracts her from her nourishment. Before the fact that he no longer smells like her makes her incapable of rational thought and spurs an intense desire to fix that once more.]
It's good. Thank you.

[It's a thank you that sounds far different from the one that still echoes in her ears after their first frantic tumbling in the car.]
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-22 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[That first one had been a breathy whisper pressed between the sweat and slick of their skin while Steve teetered on the edge of his own instincts, his jaw practically throbbing with the desire to bite down into the sweetness of her skin under his mouth. It'd roused a whole host of protective instinct that he hadn't felt before in anywhere near as intense of a degree.

All of that hasn't faded in the least. It's there, making him rumble softly in his chest after she thanks him again. He feels almost euphoric amount of satisfaction at being able to give her something better than the energy bars stowed in his car. A smile breaks over his face as she looks at him and he ducks his head, caught between that and the too-tight feeling of being in his own skin that he knows means he's right at the edge of rut. It'd likely be this round, he's almost positive of it and probably more eager for it than he should be.]


Keep eating. As much as you can. I've got the feeling you're going to need it. [Steve looks up again before he speaks, voice sounding thicker for all the building potential between them. It's a good thing, a lucky thing, that they even made it to the safehouse. Those times in the car when neither of them could stand it anymore made him feel like they might end up on the side of the road forever and when he's in the middle of being buried inside of her, he knows it feels like there's no downside to that.

To help encourage the instruction, Steve reaches up and combs his fingers through the long fall of Wanda's dark hair, tucking it back behind one of her ears so it doesn't fall into the sandwich. He cracks open the water bottle next and offers it pointedly, waiting until she's finished the next bite before tipping it up for her to sip at. When he pulls that away he kisses Wanda's shoulder, rubbing his cheek against her flush skin. Praise for her obedience.]


How are you feeling? I know there's the obvious but...-- is there anything else you need?
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-23 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not wrong, she will need to eat because the moment her heat takes hold of her, there's no going back. It can't be argued with, bargained with, or staved off through sheer force of will. When it drives her actions once more she won't care if her belly is empty or if she's dehydrated. She'll work herself with him and against him over and over again until exhaustion takes her.

In a way, it doesn't sound unappealing at all, to feast on each other relentlessly until their bodies can't handle it any longer, but she's been through this enough to know that even just a sandwich and a bottle of water can make a huge difference when she's burning herself up this way.

So she eats, not responding with words but with a little nod of her head, stuffing as much food into her mouth as she can. They're well past a point of shyness with one another after the last day, and she's human. She eats. She has an appetite. He's partially responsible for working it up, and really in more ways than one. And for once, when she hears it in the voice of another that she's drawing out responses in him as well, that her own state is affecting him, she's pleased by it. It's different like this, so very, very different, and it makes her all the more eager to get back to him knowing that the desire is mutual.

Shivering, she lays still as he slips his fingers through her hair, pausing a moment as the tips of his fingers brush along the curve of her ear. It's such a simple touch but it makes her heart beat faster, harder in her body. She drinks when it's offered to her, not an easy task in her position, but she takes as much as she can before she returns to the last quarter of her sandwich. Her eyes close, half from how good it tastes with hunger to give it flavor, and half from the sensation of his lips on her skin, his cheek against her shoulder. Some things are understood without words, that she's pleased him, that he's happy with her now, and Wanda responds with a low, half purring sound at the back of her throat. Even as she's still chewing.]


I have food, I have water, I have a bed and blankets. I have you. [She shakes her head slightly, head tilting a little to the side once more. Though it might seem that she's exposing her throat to him on purpose, it's more of an automatic reaction, and she shifts restlessly on the bed as she takes the last bite of her sandwich, swallows it down. Once more she drinks from the bottle of water, making herself drink as much as she can without getting uncomfortably full, and when her feasting is done she sighs. Closes her eyes and lets her body slide back down onto the bed once more.

The body has been fed, one hunger satisfied for the moment. It's a wonder that the other doesn't come roaring back now that she doesn't have food to distract her. Instead it creeps back in, warming her from the inside out, arousal beating low and steady in her body, drawing her attention fully to him. The feel of him next to her, the warmth and the scent. Movements slow and languid, she begins to adjust on the bed. Her legs spread gently, visible from under the blanket half-draped over her midsection. She opens her eyes as she uses her knees to propel her hips upward, raising them up in invitation as she rests her cheek on the bed. Her teeth catch on her lower lip briefly.]


Is it too soon for you...?
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-23 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He's learned in this very short amount of times what it looks like when Wanda's consciously offering up the prize of her neck and when the tilt and arc of how she holds herself is only a crooked finger, whispering that it's there for him. Steve still watches every instance of it with a sort of clenched hand on his own leash. She's not his.

(She feels like she is.)

The whole ploy of buying her and having her as his mate is only a lie, a ruse for her good as much as his. Bonding would make him useless as a field agent and even that ignored the fact that SHIELD would strip him down and turn him out if they didn't put a muzzle on him there. An alpha that couldn't mind his own teeth wasn't any good for the operation.]


Yeah, you do. [Comes the quiet confirmation. Steve sweeps away the refuse from Wanda's late lunch as she sinks back down into the bed, slinging back the water left over. He turns back to watch, mesmerized by the slink of her body and the way she offers. Every time and even the first there'd been so little hesitation for a literal stranger. No resignation under the begging because there isn't any other choice. She keeps offering. And with the latest the deep tone of her scent slips out in a fresh waft. Steve feels the half-hard arousal he's acclimated to push towards the sort of honest, pounding ache that makes the fact he's still dressed intolerable.]

Almost. Promise. [It takes time even if they're both ready for him to be there, but he has to admit it's come along pretty quick for being far out from his next rut. Steve strips out of his shirt, unbuttons and shucks off his pants which reveals his cock hanging heavy and thick, with the slightest hint of his knot showing around the base.] Without the shower we probably would have already...but I can fix that.

[He climbs onto the bed, pushing off the bit of blanket that's in the way and presses his face between the blades of her shoulders and into the deep of her spine, breathing as deep as he can. The groan is soft, coupled with his hands worming underneath Wanda to cup and hold the fullness of her breasts. Here, it's safer to nip and he gives over to the instinct, grazing his teeth and pinching skin before he moves down. Down and down until he's breathing over the small of her back and his fingers are pressing inside, gathering up as much of her slick as he can on the two of them. Maybe it's the sheer wetness, or being back close to her scent and able to get it on her skin again or just feeling the swollen heat of her walls but it's enough to push him over to that edge and into the start of a sympathetic rut. Steve's scent sharpens abruptly, feverish. He presses his forehead down against her spine, delving deeper as the ferocity of it rocks him.] Wanda.
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-23 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Even in a day, there are still things she's learning about Steve. There are some things that were apparent at the start, that despite buying her he still viewed her as a person. That his care and concern for her is genuine. There's no attempt to lure her into a false sense of security because it isn't false. Whatever the circumstances were of them coming together, the last twenty-four hours or so have been more than promising. Illuminating. This was how it was supposed to be all along, if she'd had the freedom she should have from the start to find an alpha of her own. Building upon the connection formed between their bodies even before their hearts or minds have become involved. Letting natural instincts guide them into this partnership.

And what she learns from him now is that even with the urgency upon her, even with the way her body sends out a scent that beckons him closer, entices him to take her and claim her once more, he's a man of incredible will. There's time, here in this bedroom, and he takes his time getting to her. Gaze following his movements, Wanda watches as he clears the bed of her sandwich wrap, of the water bottle. He slips his clothes off, shirt and pants, revealing every last inch of him. Her toes curl as she rocks forward gently and back again, noticing the start of a knot thickening at the base of his cock. Shuddering in anticipation, with the promise of so much more than the times before, she clenches down around nothing. It makes her aware of how empty she feels without him, builds that sense of anticipation she can't push away.

Her eyelids flutter closed briefly as he pulls the blanket away, baring her there, and a breathy gasp escapes her lips. She can feel his lips, his face pressed into the dip between her shoulders, feel his larger body covering hers. He's not in a hurry and it's one of those things that she'll have to remember, have to get used to in the days to come. He wants more than a frantic coupling, more than to use her up until she can't be enjoyed any longer. His hands cup her breasts and she echoes his groan with one of her own. Even if the heat didn't make her so much more sensitive to touch, the way he touches her would always affect her like this. It's sensual, overwhelming, and she holds mostly still for him as he works his way down her back with little teases of teeth. The touches, however fleeting, make her wonder if perhaps he really will claim her at last, bond with her in his rut. Are these just precursors of what's to come?]


Steve...

[She murmurs his voice, breath hitching as she feels his breath at the small of her back. The more he touches her, the harder it is to stay still, to be good as he touches her. There's little more she'd rather do at the moment that press her hips back against him, urge him to slide into her finally, but even as far gone as she is into her heat she hasn't forgotten that he needs time. That he's not as ready as she is at the moment. He's by no means a stingy lover however, and Wanda lets out a whimpering sound the moment she feels his fingers press between her legs. His fingers slip over her slick folds, press inside her and it's enough to make her lose a little of the self-control she has left. Fingers curling into the cotton sheets beneath her, she squirms, pressing her hips back against his hand for deeper penetration--

--and as she does, she catches his scent through the haze of her own. The way it changes, how it grows to complement her own. They're still new to each other, and the added intensity to their coupling might intimidate another woman, but in the midst of her heat she welcomes it gladly. Clenching tight around his fingers, heated and wet, Wanda opens her eyes once more and looks back at Steve over her shoulder. It's hard to see him pressed over her as he is, but it doesn't stop her from trying, from wanting that connection as natural instincts begin to overwhelm them both.]
Steve, yes.
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-23 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[All she's likely to see is the breath of his shoulders and the top of his bent head, it's true. Steve busy, repeating the same motions that continue to make Wanda move under him until he feels the press of her gaze. He lifts his head to meet her eyes, his own the dark of his pupils blown so wide they've drowned the blue to slivers. At the call of his name he climbs back up, pulling his fingers free of her and sucking all of her want of them without a bit of hesitation. Rut lowers those inhibitions, any really, but he does have the willpower to keep a semblance of himself through the peak. He would have never been assigned to escort omegas otherwise.

Wanda tastes sweeter than the last time. Rich and promising, spiraling that hunger for her even higher. He flattens himself against Wanda without settling his weight, the line of his cock a hot press against her ass which he rolls and grinds against as he hitches closer. One of his hands wraps around Wanda's throat, holding her chin up as he kisses just under the shell of her ear and tugs at the lobe. When he finally kisses her lips it's with all the crushing want that's been building and growing. Everything that's been leading up to this.]


Yes, what? You're ready? You want this?
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-23 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Her mouth falls open as he looks up at her, breathless at the sight of him like this. That look in his eyes pins her in place, makes her own widen and her muscles in her legs tighten as she tenses. Anticipatory. A day of coupling together during her heat has given them both time to get used to one another, but whatever comfort and familiarity they've found together shifts and slides to more uncertain grounds again with his rut. But oh, her body answers the call, grows wetter within as if it already knows that this will be different. So much more. It gives her the thrilling sensation of falling, pulse skipping and pounding as he covers her body once more. She watches him suck his fingers clean, whining quietly at the back of her throat that he tastes her off his fingers instead of directly, even knowing that it will be better if he's filling her.

As if following her thoughts, he presses his cock to her body, grinds his hips to hers as she presses back with urgent, shameless sounds and motions. She never surrendered to her heat in the past, never like this. But it's different like this, different with him, with the scent of his rut filling her nostrils and pressing her to submit. She does so gladly, even as his hand slips across her throat and holds her in place. All but dripping, she moans her approval, body shaking with need as he kisses and sucks at her flesh, as he grinds his cock against her body but never penetrates. Only teases at it. Tongue slipping out, she presses it between his lips, leans into the grip of his hand. Her eyes are cloudy, lips red and swollen, by the time he pulls away to speak, and her answers are groaned and unhesitating.]


I want it, I want you. Please, don't stop for anything... [Wanda grinds back against him to emphasize her point, reaching up to cup his cheek with nearly the grip that he has on her throat, fingers pressing tight. Desperation pushes her, desire consumes her and she drags her hair to one side to try and help with the heat that rises on her skin.]
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-23 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve groans. It's too good the way she sounds and how she says exactly what he wants to hear. The touch to his cheek ensnares him, making him open his eyes to look at her, almost as drowned as she has to feel because of her own heat. The way she surrenders doesn't mean she goes limp and pliant in his arms and he burns for the spark of her pushing needs. The press of her fingers and the roll of her hips demanding more from him. All of him. He feels his hand tighten around Wanda's neck before it drags down, groping roughly at one of her breasts while he loses himself in the crook of her neck once the spill of her hair is pushed back. It's tempting fate and all his self-control but he can't stop it. He can't stop thinking about how good it would feel to mark her while he was completely thick inside of her. How it'd probably drive her spiraling over that edge again, satisfy every bit of her heat and make her...]

You smell so good, god. [He drags himself away from those thoughts even though he can't bear to lift his head away yet. Steve shifts his hips, his cock slippery on the excess of wetness that spoke volumes towards Wanda's readiness. Throwing his weight back onto his knees, Steve uses his hands to lift her hips and grip there with a near-bruising force. He slides over the cleft of her folds and then finally pushes himself in. In to the swollen, too-hot welcome of her body that yields all in one thrust that makes his toes curl and his breath catch. But only for a second.

In the next he's growling, greedy and thankfully nowhere near her neck as he starts moving in long deep strokes that build in pace.]
I won't stop. Not until I've got you. Not until you've taken all of me. You've been so good waiting for it.
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-23 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes close at the tightening of his hand, savoring the feeling of tightness, the control he exerts. That commanding presence above her is everything she wants in that moment, everything her body longs for. Sweet and sensual has its place, but the mingling of their pheromones makes her crave this side of him. The rough handling, the hard, bruising grip. It's perfection, and fuels her. Her hand slips up into his hair as he presses into the crook of neck. She lifts her chin, wanting him there almost as much as she wants him inside her.

She's grateful for the fact that he doesn't pull away, even as he adjusts his positioning and then hers. The moan that bubbles up inside her comes as he lifts her hips higher for her, an adjustment that makes her feel as if she's clicked into place with her heat all the more. What comes is a chaotic swirl of pleasure. His fingers between her legs. The press of his cock at her slick folds. And then all at once, the thrust inside her. She cries out at once, feeling her inner walls stretch to hold him, feeling him fill her deeply. It's perfection. He belongs inside her and every time he draws himself out of her, making her curl her fingers into fists in the sheets is an affirmation of that fact. Her body shudders, muscles flexing and contracting as he works his body over hers, and Wanda thrusts her hips up, back to meet each of his forward movements. And each one draws a throaty, lusty groan, sounds that she makes no effort to hold back.]


You've got me, all of me--
Edited 2017-03-23 06:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-23 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knows logically that she's with him through this and that she has no intentions of going anywhere. The slick that's coming to cover both of their thighs from her excitement alone, speaks well enough to that. But hearing the assurances in tandem with the deep refrain of her groaning every time he seats himself in her body feeds the back part of his brain which wants that acquiescence. Revels in the wet slide of their skin and the noisy, thick sounds of their bodies meeting again and again. He swears she's more worked up than all the times before and it's to be expected since there's the heavy promise of a knot when there hasn't been.

The sharp urgency in the snap of his hips that went with trying to prove something, earn those exact words, gets replaced with dogged confidence and the beauty of rut that makes time irrelevant, the constant thrusting anything but monotonous and his stamina practically endless. He doesn't know how long he leans in, steadily fucking because it's what she needs. He drops open kisses over her back, nuzzling and dragging the scent of her skin over and over.

At some point he does shift, working a hand under Wanda's raised hips and over the front of her mound, slipping between to find the other seat of her pleasure to circle his fingers over.]
One more time, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Come one more time before I knot you?
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-24 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[There's beauty in the way they come together, in the way their scents mingle and their pheromones make them both so much more as a mating couple than they would have been alone. He draws out the secret, heated side of her that's all omega instinct, in many ways her at her best. And as for Steve, there's no denying that he's magnificent, even when the rut isn't upon him. With it--well, she doesn't have words for what he's like with it. She barely has words, period. Not with the way he fucks himself into her body, spreading her slickness with their movements and helping fill the bedroom with his groans and her cries.

She loses herself in it, loses herself in him, and though she can't see him behind her she can feel him and sense him. That intuition does her well and so she isn't entirely surprised to feel his hand snake around her body again so he can slip his fingers between her legs once more. Whimpering, she pauses her movements to feel him touch her with only the distraction of his thrusting to split her focus. Her hips grind against his as she exhales warm breath into the bed. Eyes closing once more, she moans his name before giving him a stuttered nod.]
I can try. If I can I will... [She's already come so many times but her body's capacity for pleasure is exponential during her heat. With him full inside her and his fingers stroking her, she knows it's only a matter of seconds, not minutes, before she gives him what he wants. Body trembling beneath his, she begins moving again, perhaps not so actively as before but in measured, steady movements, trying to balance her desire for his rough thrusting with her own need to help him to bring her to climax once more. With soft, mewling sounds she lets him build on the pleasure that he's already given her, lets him stoke the heat within her until her muscles tense and clench. Her back arches up and she leans forward into the bed with little shudders, feeling herself nearly there--] Please, I'm so close, I'm so close, I just need...

[Him.

Eyes squeezing tightly shut, mouth opening, she cries out beneath him. A sheen of sweat covers her skin as her body begins shuddering, from her core to all through her limbs and it's during that peak that she begins moving again. During the height that she tries to slam back against him once more, to draw out the intensity and the overwhelming sensation that makes her almost mindless with pleasure. She comes for him and tries to take him with her, tightening around him as best she can again and again through her own unsteady movements.]
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[personal profile] supershouldery 2017-03-24 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's beauty, but in his opinion it's all Wanda. It's all her which creates it. The break and strain of her voice, the tautness of her body which stretches like a pulled bowstring is the sort of perfection that's instantly addictive. He feels worshipful, listening to all she says without words in trying to do what he asks and moving his fingers, the heavy weight of cock inside of her in the ways she's enjoy the most. He's talking back to her, he knows, but the words aren't the important thing. It's the timber and growl of his voice that's reverberating through his chest as much as slipping out of his voice.

Her tells her she can. She can. He groans out that he knows when she pleads how close she is. She needs him to stay with her, to bury himself as deeply as possible and he does, following the arch of her body and the grind of her hips seeking out as much pleasure as they can garner until she's crying out and shuddering and Steve's breathless as the heat of her body tries to all but milk him dry. She nearly succeeds right then and there -- his knot's half blown, pushing at the clasp of her and tugging every time he finds enough space to pull back before Wanda shifts to sheath him all over.

He finds himself clutching at the bed. Bracing himself while Wanda's name keeps slipping from his lips.]


God, you're perfect.

[Wanda is still shivering around him when the drive of the rut gets him moving again. He slots his legs firmly between the spread of hers to reach as deeply as he can, growling each time the sensitive fullness of his cock slips out or back in. It gets more difficult quickly, making him having to work harder with his hands back to clasp on Wanda's hips to keep her where he needs her until he can't move anymore and he's caught -- too big to pull free and Wand's too tight around him to let go. A half-second later he's shuddering on top of her, his hips rutting forward as the building tension snaps and his length starts twitching heavily with each thick pulse of his release.

It's a damn good thing sympathetic ruts aren't fertile ones. Otherwise he's positive... he's sure she'd-...

Steve's not sure he'd stop until Wanda was heavy with child. His. The fantasy, he firmly blames on the dizzy thickness of their mingled senses and how good he feels spilling inside of her, makes him groan again with another hard jerk of his cock. He rolls onto his side, dragging Wanda with him and tight to his chest, holding one of her legs up while he keeps grinding, restless, as he fills her over and over. He doesn't trust himself to part his lips until the bulk of his orgasm slows, tapering off and by then all he can really do is let out a noisy exhale, easing Wanda's leg down. He smooths his hand over her skin there, along her stomach, her breasts and works on remembering words, sentences. English.

There's a huff at that. A laugh -- heat-drunk and rumbling.]
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[personal profile] divulsion 2017-03-25 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[There's something glorious about the absolute shamelessness that they can each embrace this moment. She's unabashedly wanton, completely without inhibitions and not only does she enjoy but she actively pushes herself toward everything that sharpens her pleasures. His legs settle between hers and Wanda only spreads them wider, enjoying the stretch all the more with him impaling her. The growing swell of his knot makes her groan and shudder, and her hips rock in time with his, trying to enjoy the way it pushes into her and pulls out with growing force. Every time he speaks she feels herself get wetter, feels her muscles clench down around him as if rewarding him for the praise he gives.

And it really is all acting on instinct and basic desire. It's one of those few moments in her life in which she can let herself go fully and regret nothing about the intense and overwhelming pleasure that comes with it.

With Steve, it's even better. She can't help but think it over and over again, each time he touches her, each time he grips her tighter or groans her name. The only thing that keeps her from drowning out his sounds with her cries is the fact that she wants to hear him as he gives in to his rut the way she gave into her heat. He thrusts into her again and again, dragging raw cries from her throat until at last she shudders with the feel of him pulling--and staying lodged tight inside her. Head hanging down, she whimpers with pleasure to feel him pulse and shudder inside her as he fills her.

And continues to grind against her, each movement keeping her moaning and pleading for him to keep going. He jerks hard into her, and Wanda bites hard into her lower lip with a ragged sound before letting him roll them onto their sides. Without the need to brace herself, and Steve holding her legs spread still with one leg up, she reaches behind her with one hand to cup the back of his head. The other, she slips down her own body with a blush to her cheeks and strokes her clit as he grinds, to continue to clench and tighten and milk his length in the last moments. And when over-stimulation makes it impossible to bear anymore, she reaches just a little bit lower to brush her fingertips at the place where they're joined, stroking the base of his cock and cupping him gently. As if she could keep him there.

His hands move over the rest of her body, touching skin, stomach, and her breasts, and with the rumbling in his chest she closes her eyes and sighs. Leans into his hands as they cover her breasts.]


I think I enjoy the feeling of you coming inside me too much...