bakerstreet | {The Forbidden Lovers Meme}

{The Forbidden Lovers Meme}

It's only natural to long for a perfect love story. Few things feel as fulfilling as a relationship where the other person will always listen to you, sex is always good and happiness always seems to be one word away.

But it's not so simple in your case, is it? Because no matter how nice and happy your relationship is, the truth is that nobody else wants it to continue. Either you come from rival factions or pursue a relationship that is taboo or illegal, but this little bubble of happiness you're currently sharing would infuriate anyone who might find out about it.

That's all right, though, isn't it? As long as you have each other, you can make this meeting wonderful regardless of what everyone else thinks.

Post your character and their basic information to the meme. Feel free to either set a scenario or leave your comment blank and open for one.
Your character and the commenter are now engaged in a very bad romance! This is their first meeting after a long while, so sparks are definitely going to fly.
But what about the details of their relationship? For that, you can either decide on your own or head to Random.ORG and roll for one of the following options! First, roll for the kind of relationships they have:

1. Keeping it in the Family: It's not unusual for siblings to love each other, or for parents to love their children. What's unusual is when you love each other too much, even if you have the excuse of not being related by blood.

2. Pay for Play: Your relationship wasn't built on love. It might be that one of you needed money and the other was willing to pay for a pretty face and a few wild nighs. It can be that one of you has something that allows them to blackmail the other into being their obedient toy. Whichever the case, there came a point where this relationship became too important for your lives to let go.

3. Rival factions: You might be coming from families that have been at each other's throats for generations, two rival corporations or two kingdoms at war. Or it might be the law that keeps you apart; a cop and a criminal is hardly a decent pair, after all. Whichever the case, you must be stealthy about this or the wrath of both your sides will fall upon you.

4. Balance of Power: One of you is enjoying a very different social standing from another. It might be that one of you is richer than rich and another is poorer than poor. Or it could be that one lover's standing is far above the other's, like that of a master and a servant or a soldier and a general. Of course, nobody expects this to work out. Even fewer would approve of it.

5. A Pair of Cheaters: One or both of you are stuck in another relationship, either out of convenience or because of love that cooled a long time ago. You know what you're doing is wrong and hurtful, but it's too late to stop. This relationship is the only thing that gets you off anymore.

6. Immoral and Illegal: Your relationship isn't just wrong, it might get you into serious trouble. Whether you are a teacher flirting with their student or a nun breaking her vow of celibacy to be seduced by a handsome friend, the slightest hint of being discovered will ruin your life forever. Problem is, you're far too involved to stop.

7. Toxic Relationship: One of you is clearly bad for each other. They might be a delinquent, a criminal or something else, but the number of bad habits they're bringing into your life is ridiculous. You should be stopping. Now, if only you wouldn't enjoy the chaos they're bringing into your life so much.

8. Stockholm Syndrome: It's not a relationship at all. One of you is keeping the other against their will; either as a political prisoner, a kidnapping victim waiting for a ransom or plain an unwilling toy. At some point, the relationship reached the point where the lines became blurred and you're no longer sure if you want to be rescued from this supposed hell.

Done choosing? Good. Now roll the numbers again and decide on the circumstances behind your meeting:

1. First Time for Everything: Your relationship has been going for some time, but this is the first time you decided to let it advance into the bedroom. One or both of you might be nervous, but it's fine. This step should have been made a while ago.

2. A Usual Rendezvous: The relationship is now at the point where meeting up for sex whenever you're feeling safe and bored is a common affair. The world outside might hate you for this, but it's nothing compared to the routine of your relationship.

3. Ironic Jealousy: Oh my! One of you have seen the other in the hands of another. It doesn't matter if this "another" is their rightful partner, their spouse or whatever else. You belong to each other, so there's nothing wrong in getting jealous and a little rough for it.

4. Doubts and Hesitation: No matter how good your relationship is, it's wrong and one of you has been feeling that much more deeply these days. It's time for a confrontation - either you spend one last night before breaking up or one manages to convince the other that this whole thing must continue.

5. Caught in the Act: You've been doing your best to hide, but it didn't take you far. Someone saw you and it's only a matter of time before the whole world knows about your affair. Do you separate in order to satisfy everyone else? Or do you recklessly discard your old lives for the sake of forbidden love?

6. After Separation: Due to the constant pressure on your relationship, you decided to separate and lead your own lives. For better or worse, it takes you only so far. A chance meeting sends you into each other's arms and leaves you wondering why you broke up in the first place.

7. Happily Ever After: A lot of people protested against your union, but you never let it stop you. Now you're either leading a new life away from everything that forced you away from each other, or you convinced the world that this is what's right for you. Tonight is the night of celebration and not leaving each other's arms, no matter what.

{originally from TLH OOC}

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More noise, babble. It sounded like the human expected him to understand what he was saying, the tone was irritated, so he roughly pushed the human's chin up with his nose. Maybe he'd understand that the noise was useless that way and that it might draw other pack members over, though he was fairly certain they would leave him alone for awhile after he had pretty much called the area off limits.

He moved his hand away so he could settle closer, letting his warmth creep into the human.

Stiles squawks indignantly at that, his jaw being snapped shut, and tries to turn his head down to glare at the werewolf. Then he's being pressed down against his cloak by the wolf, his weight settling firmly against him, and he groans quietly.

"Asshole," he mutters to himself, even as his hands rest gingerly on the werewolf's back, feeling the heat radiating out.

He let out a huff, settling his head to a more comfortable position on the human's chest. His heartbeat seemed far less erratic now, which was a good sign. The werewolf pushed in to remind the human of his presence inside, enjoying the reminder himself just as much.

Mine.

Stiles makes a face and then gasps, body tightening around the knot as the wolf pushed further inside. It felt a little good that time and he pushed the feeling down, ignoring the flush that warmed his body.

"Don't," He hissed out at the wolf, arms and legs tightening so he hopefully wouldn't move.

At those first sounds, he glances up, sees how the human seems to enjoy it only to find that aggravated tone again. He frowned and moves again regardless of the human's contradicting mannerisms.

Jesus, that shouldn't spend heat sparking up his spine again. But he's young and could probably get it up again not that he wants.

"I'm serious," he grits out again, color going high on his cheeks as he closes his eyes.

He tests the grounds, all too aware that he has the upper hand and feels he should make the human aware of that too.

So he moves again and again and nips at the soft spot on his neck.

Stiles whines, trying to tuck his chin down - to deny Derek access to his neck, now that he can kind of think about it. Only he can barely think, the knot pushing at him and that dick stroking across something once that makes his whole body tense as he cries out, stars flashing behind his eyelids.

He can see his method of getting the human to obey him isn't working as effectively as he hoped it would, so he switches tactics. Instead of trying to claim him, he pulls away and tries to pull the knot back out which hurts. It hurts a lot for him so he can't imagine how uncomfortable it must feel for the human who is being most uncooperative.

He growls and after a moment, pushes back because they are most certainly not going to find themselves apart any time soon, but the human will get no warmth from him now.

Stiles gives a pained cry at that, this time digging his nails in to keep the wolf from pulling away. It hurts, a lot, and he hisses at him until he stops.

That the knot is very nearly the only point of connection between them now doesn't go unnoticed. He takes deep breaths as the pain recedes, then lets go and reaches for the ends of his cloak to wrap around his shoulders, glaring.

There's a whisper in the back of his mind that he needs the wolf to protect him, that even pants and cloak won't combat the chill forever, but he ignores it stubbornly.

He shoots a glare at the human, staying back on his legs as he watches Stiles with discontent. He didn't expect him to be entirely willing, not when most expected become dinner but most hinged on survival and wouldn't put up such a fight, even when they were like this.

This one was so odd. Exchanging glares with him, challenging him and denying him almost every step of the way. He was so strange.

He pressed his palm back onto the human's length and rolled pressure into it, eyes locked and glowing and he kept a low growl just loud enough for the human to hear.

Pride had always been Stiles' defining trait, as well as tenacity and curiosity. That said, he could feel a shiver start to work its way up his spine as he glared at Derek, and he wasn't sure if it was cold or the look on the werewolf's face.

He didn't feel bad. He didn't.

And he wasn't sure what the next move was. Intimidation, seduction? Stiles didn't look away from that red gaze even as his eyes started to slide closed, a choked moan escaping his mouth - he was hard again. Traitorous body.

Intimidation followed by seduction and then denial. He moved his hand away, and if Stiles made any movement to pleasure himself he would ensure that the attempt failed.

Hopefully this would teach the human to be a little more grateful and lessen his own defiant stare in due time.

Stiles sits there for a while (a few minutes) with the wolf watching him, and then huffed, reaching down to touch himself.

Thirty seconds later, he had both hands pinned, and was struggling slightly, hips shifting and body clenching down on the knot again.

"What the hell?!" He snapped at the werewolf, confused and turned on and irritated beyond all hell.

He thrust up into him, though hardly with the intention to please him, more so to reassure him of his place as he let out another growl. He kept the human like that for some time, with no intention to let go until some of that anger either relaxed, though he was beginning to doubt the possibility of such.

It made him want to grab the human by the throat and shake him until he got it, but that might kill him so this would have to do instead.

Hands pinned and body being shoved by the wolf as he pushed that knot into him, Stiles gave another cry, shaking with new sweat and sudden cold, the cloak slipping off his shoulders as the wolf reasserted his claim.

"Stop - stop it!" He shouted, trying to clench down to stop the thrusts, which only made it hurt a little worse and so after a few minutes his body went limp, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes again.

He wasn't defeated, but in enough pain that he was finally willing to just lie there and let the wolf do what he wanted for the moment, though he was still glaring at him balefully, sniffing.

He stilled, but didn't release his hands, his eyes remained locked and focused on returning the glare the thought of maiming him was certainly one that was starting to come to mind the more resistance the human put out.

He leaned down to snarl in the human's face, his claws curling dangerously around Stiles' wrists. He tried to communicate the point with eye contact, but suspected the human still wouldn't understand without whatever babble he kept spilling.

He could feel his heart rate rising with the snarl and the claws curling around his wrists.

"You don't scare me," he said firmly, narrowing his eyes, even though (if the would could understand his words) he would see, smell and hear that it was a lie.

After all, Stiles was terrified. He didn't want this, didn't want the werewolf to be locked with him like this but his dad had always said -

Oh god, his dad. He had to get back to him, losing mom had nearly done him in, if Stiles never came back...

With that thought, Stiles finally gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, leaning his head back and exposing his neck, making sure his body stayed limp. Either the wolf would tear his throat out or take it as acquiesce. It couldn't read his mind (hopefully), just his body.

His voice sounded firm, but whatever he seemed to be babbling this time did not ring true. His heart beat was jittery and erratic which was impressive considering he appeared fairly well composed in terms of his expression. His scent was heavy with worry and fear, which the wolf had long since been ignoring.

He was curious though at seeing the human suddenly submit. It did not seem like it was something he wanted to do at all based on his prior actions. Had their been a switch? Did he think this was the way to freedom? It confused him and made him want to pace but he stayed still tied to the human, pinning his arms above him with his claws curled towards his skin.

At the very least he decided it might be best to lessen some of the prompted threat he pressed on the human, so his hand straightened but still kept the human's limbs pinned firmly in place.

He sniffed around the male's face and neck, whining at the strong odor that came off him. He licked his cheek in retort, testing him then pulling away to examine him. His hips rolled into him again, curious to watch his response this time.

He fought not to react to the way the wolf sniffed at him and whined, but his heart clenched. Especially since the claws had left his wrists, though he was still pinned at the werewolf's mercy.

The lick, he didn't flinch away from, merely blinked. But the roll of those hips - he felt his arousal coming back with a vengeance, and Stiles closed his eyes, felt his body rock into the touch. It was easier to just go with it this time.

He was only doing it so that he could get away later, he promised himself.

He was intrigued how it took so little to bring the male's erection back and if he could bend down to lick it, he would have.

Instead he would compromise in letting the human have his limbs back, pulling his arm away to watch him intently, while occasionally rocking up into him. They still had plenty of time left locked like this so why not give the human more pleasure?

Such a confusing human he was though.

Stiles expected to be pinned down longer, but then the wolf was letting him go. He raised his head up to look at the werewolf, seeing him looking at him intently.

He swallowed. It didn't take special knowledge to guess what he wanted, especially when he'd released him. Instead, Stiles snaked his hand down to grasp his newly awakened erection, giving it a long stroke and closing his eyes tightly. He imagined he wasn't being fucked by a werewolf, really. The experience was terrifying, not arousing. So he kept telling himself.

The werewolf made sure to give him the occasional reminder, though in he thought the gesture at this point was more to help him along with things. Being a reminder never hurt either of course because he wanted the human to be fully aware of who was running this show at the moment, at least until he submitted in full because humans could be smart. Humans could hunt and communicate in way that werewolves could not, but they had their own ways and a strong human mind made for a stronger werewolf.

He brought his palm back to knead gently at the human's balls and the base of his shaft. This was his gesture of kindness.

It's the werewolf's hands on his dick that make him lose it, in the end, a combination of fear and arousal that has him coming again with a sharp cry, head tilted back and eyes closed tight, throat working up and down. He pants for breath as his body clenches down on the knot again, and then he's going limp, blinking the darkness out of his eyes.

He continues to massage him through, waiting until no more is spilling out before he moves his hand through the mess and brings it up to smell and taste but his eyes otherwise remain fixed on the human's.

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we all know how stubborn they can be

the stubborn wars engage!

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