bakerstreet | you are the reason i stay alive

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you are the reason i stay alive

TIED TOGETHER
i want to fuck you like an animal
Maybe...

You saw them from across the room

You've known them for years

But now you can't wait to claim them, all of them, as yours in the most animalistic way possible.

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While this can include Alpha/Beta/Omega play, heats, and similar genres, this isn't entirely required for this meme. For those interested in even edgier play, including full-out bestiality, there are options.

Please remember that this meme deals with topics not everyone may be comfortable with. Respect each other, don't cause wank, and don't forget to please exactly what you're comfortable playing!

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- Post your character, along with any preferences.
- Either let others roll for an option or set up your own scene in the top comment.
- Be respectful, don't force kinks someone might not be interested in.

you can have my everything
betrothed | your families decided long ago that you would mate when the time came.
claimed | you claimed your mate before someone else could. you did them a favor really.
destined | you love each other deeply and you have both known, deep down, that this would happen.
heat | neither of you planned on this, but the heat caught you off guard.
pregnant | your mate is already with your child, but that isn't stopping you from claiming them over and over again. you could also be trying for a child.
wildcard | do you have something else you want to play out? make up your own scenario!

my whole existence is flawed
actual animal - your partner is a werewolf, always a little bit fuzzy, or an actual animal you want to use for your pleasure (or maybe you're being coerced?).
stolen - you know they're mated to someone else, but you don't care. they will be yours, even if you have to kill their current mate or use other means.given | your mate was given to you or bought in exchange for some skill or good you possessed. maybe you did it to rescue them, maybe your desires are more twisted than that.
breeding | you need to carry on your bloodline and they're just for breeding, nothing more.
groomed - you have raised this person to be your absolute, perfect mate. you have given them no other options but to succumb to you in the end.
wildcard | do you have something else you want to play out? make up your own scenario!

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[What could he say? All werewolves tended to look big and hairy when darting across the road in the middle of the night. It was an honest mistake to make. Luckily, those glowing red eyes swiftly alerted the still very startled teen as to the identity of this particular broody lycanthrope.

His heart? Yeah, it was still beating a mile a minute. He rarely saw Derek in such a worked up state. Outside of battling for his life, obviously]

You know, I could ask you the same question!

[If all else failed, Derek could probably smell the meat from the ham and swiss cheese sandwich currently stuffed in a brown paper bag and left on the passenger side seat]

I'm not the one running around the woods looking all - are you panting?

No.

[He was not panting. He was breathing deeply, trying to keep Stiles' scent as he moved closer. He could pick up the food in the jeep, but that was of absolutely no interest to him right now.

What was keeping his attention was the mouthy teen and his rapid heartbeat. Derek came closer, clawed hands flexing as he moved towards Stiles.]

Shouldn't you be in bed?

[Which might have kept him from running into an Alpha on the edge. Seems he wasn't going to be so lucky tonight.]

[It was a very sad testament to Stiles' survival skills indeed that his first thought to a line of defense against an encroaching Alpha was to lock the doors of his jeep. As if Derek couldn't easily punch through the glass or rip the door from the vehicle entirely. That being said, his drive side window was still rolled half-way down.

What could he say? When Derek was all 'Alpha'd' out like that, he tended to get a serious case of the creeps. Along with other things he didn't like to think about. Terribly dirty, naughty things.

Clearing his throat, he tries to maintain a casual conversation]

Yeah, just on my way to drop off some food for my dad, if it's any of your business.

[He leans in closer to the window, his eyes narrowing in an unflattering squint]

You sure you're alright? Something werewolfy going down that I should know about?

[He was almost at Stiles' jeep when a miniscule amount of clarity returned to him. He saw the look Stiles was giving him, saw his reflection in the window, and he did what he could to try to save him from himself.]

Go, Stiles. Get out of here now.

[It was all he could do to warn him off since another breeze brought Stiles' scent to him again and he rumbled a growl as he started to move to grab the handle of the door.]

[Stiles would normally be flooring it, but there as just something about Derek's behavior that had him hesitating. Something was definitely up. Derek could normally control himself better than this on a full moon. He had to wonder if he'd been hurt somehow or - ]

Wow! Hey, don't damage the jeep!

[His sympathetic thoughts were interrupted and halted entirely when he saw a clawed hand about to grab at the handle to his jeep, which was still locked]

She's the getaway car to more then half of the freaky shit that's gone down lately.

[He found himself unlocking the door, despite the warning bells going off in his head]

Use your words, Derek. Why do you want me to hightail it out of here?

[It was too late. That small window of opportunity had fled and Derek opened the door, reaching in and grabbing Stiles by the front of his shirt. He hauled him out, pulling him out of the jeep and pressing him up against the side.]

You should have left when I told you to.

[Then the need swamped him and he leaned in, mouth moving to Stiles' while he slipped a leg in between his, grinding into him with a body that was more than ready in every way.

A small part told him to be careful, not to bite him considering he had his teeth out, but he told that part to shut up. He wanted what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was pinned to the side of the jeep with a very aroused Alpha on top of him.]

Fuck!

[Stile was so not prepared for being forcefully yanked out of his jeep and pinned by what he was sure had to be 150+ pounds of pure muscles, repressed emotions, and primal fuck-or-fight instincts. He just hoped he wasn't about to be shredded. In fact, his eyes clamped shut in anticipation. Was this how he'd end up dying?

Judging from the very very hard tent in what little remained of Derek's pants, that wasn't going to be the case.

Yeah, alright. Stiles had been freaking out about being a virgin and possibly being sacrificed lately, but he'd never thought that might end up being remedied by Derek Hale.

Well....maybe in his wildest fantasies?

His heart rate might be up again, but all that blood was definitely pumping in a different, southern direction]

What the - Oh my god!

[Yeah, he wasn't putting forth much in the way of conversation or observation right about now. Not with the way his hips were instinctively grinding back against the leg wedged against him]

[It took all the effort he had to make the claws and fangs retract. To go back to being Derek Hale and not the Alpha. But he couldn't let the red bleed from his eyes. Those eyes glowed at Stiles as he leaned in and bit at his mouth with blunt teeth. Then his tongue came out to soothe even as his mouth opened to deepen what was going to be a demanding and hungry kiss.

It didn't help his control any when he could pick up through scent that Stiles seemed to be okay with this. More than okay if he went by the way his body was moving into his.]

Should have kept driving.

[His voice was quiet, raw with need as he bit his way over to Stiles' neck, a hand moving down to pull up his shirt. He wanted to feel skin and he couldn't do that with all the goddamn layers Stiles wore.]

[That first bite - thankfully with blunt human teeth - causes Stiles to shudder. He felt feverishly turned on and he was already entertaining vivid images of what was about to happen to him. Admittedly along the side of a seemingly dark and abandoned road....

He thought about protesting. He even opened his mouth to do so, but the hot and feverish introduction of Derek's swiftly invading tongue had his head spinning. He swiftly forgot why he should protest at all. So what if they were out in the open? So what if anyone could drive by and see the two of them fucking like rabbits? The risk just seemed to make his dick even harder]

Just watch the...t-teeth!

[Another risk he was definitely willing to take. Despite the fact that Derek didn't seem like he was big on control at the moment, he trusted that he wouldn't lost it completely and accidentally turn Stiles.

His shirt came off easily to reveal that he wasn't the entirely scrawny looking seventeen year old he appeared to be. All that time on the lacrosse field had built up a bit of muscle]

Wanna tell me what's up? Besides your dick?

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No.

[Derek's own shirt was pulled off over his head and dropped beside Stiles'. His hand moved down between them, cupping over Stiles' crotch and massaging. Even if he was scent blind, he couldn't miss what was pressing up against him. Stiles wanted this.

There was a flash of guilt that he was making him do this, that Stiles couldn't say no, but then logic intervened. Stiles wasn't part of his pack. He couldn't be made to do anything. Hell, trying to get him to listen to him normally was a trial.

Derek groaned, biting at his shoulder before he licked back up to his mouth.]

Mine isn't the only one.

[There was another squeeze.]

[Making him do this? Seriously? If Stiles knew about that guilt trip, he would have been offended. If he didn't want anything to do with this, teenage hormones be damned, he would have spoken up by now]

Y-yeah, but I - Oh fuck me! - have the added bonus of being a teenager. My dick is always in the upright position. What's your excuse?

[The fact that he was coherent enough to get out a full two sentences surprised even him. Must be the ADHD.

Then Derek squeezes his cock, already entirely too oversensitive and pressed mercilessly against the fabric of his own jeans, and Stiles is so turned on that he wants to scream his frustration.

His hands find the two rear belt loops to Derek's pants. He hooks his fingers and yanks the alpha's hips impossibly close. This time, once Derek's mouth is through marking up his neck and shoulder, Stiles is ready for him. His mouth surges against Derek's and he's even bold enough to try and shove his tongue into his mouth instead of the other way around]

[Derek's entire being is filled with the need to fuck and Stiles is making this entirely too easy on him. His hand moves up to tug at Stiles' belt, opening it before getting to his pants.]

You want to talk about that now?

[Because Derek didn't want to talk. Derek wanted to get Stiles' pants down and turn him around to press him up against the jeep. His control was slipping again and he growled at the tongue invading his mouth, rutting up against Stiles' leg in a moment of lust, panting as he drew back.]

Why not? Seems as good a time as any...

[Gotta love the fact that even though he's more minutes away from being fucked up against the hood of his own Jeep, Stiles can still manage to be an annoying little shit.

His hands mirror Derek's, only much more awkward and fumbling as he struggled to get the lust-crazed alpha's zipper down. He managed to palm the bulge there before emitting a triumphant 'Fuck yes' as he reached inside and curled his hand around Derek's cock. It felt normal enough to him that he didn't think twice before implicating the only real sexual skill he had. His hand slid up the length of the werewolf's cock, thumb circling the tip just once, before that hand slid all the way back down. This performance repeated itself several times]

[Derek paused as he got Stiles' pants undone and pulled open, forehead resting against his as Stiles' hand slid along his dick. In a matter of seconds, he'd shifted again and Stiles might take notice that it wasn't just his hands and face that had changed. His cock got longer, the cap at the end fading away into a more tapered off end.]

Shut up and turn around.

[His voice was rough, that edge of a growl rumbling through it as he jerked Stiles' pants down, claws puncturing holes in the denim.]

[Freaky Werewolf dick be damned, Stiles knew better then to disobey a growled order like that. Even if his curiosity begged him to get a better look at Derek's alpha-shifted dick. It felt more canine then human, but he wasn't about to freak out now. Plus, his dick was way too hard to let this end in a disappointing manner.

For once - and blessedly so - words escaped him as he turned to lean his chest over the hood of his jeep, causing his body to bend just so. He was well aware that his pants were around his ankles and he was utterly exposed to Derek's heated gaze.

And damn if that didn't make his cock twitch in eagerness]

[Derek took the time to look, clawed hands coming up to slide over the ass bared to him before they made their way up his back. Leaning over him, he asked a question he already knew.]

You're a virgin.

[Completely. Both to men and women. It wasn't something he could smell, but he'd heard Stiles wailing about it enough to remember it, whether he wanted to or not. He had to remember that. Remember not to just thrust in. But the only thing he had to ease the way was spit. It would have to do.

He pulled his cock out, spitting in his palm and stroking it over himself. He made sure the tip of it was as wet as he could made it. He didn't dare try to prepare Stiles. Not with his hands like this and no guaranteed way to control it.]

Pretty obvious.

[Stiles breathed a small sigh of relief when Derek didn't just plow into him like he had half expected the crazed Alpha to do. He heard him spit and his rather vivid imagination filled in the rest of the blanks. Shuddering, he kept himself perfectly still. At least until he felt the slippery sensation of Derek's cock nudging between his virgin cheeks. He couldn't seem to stop himself from surging forward and away from Derek's cock, more then a little nervous as to what was about to happen to him]

You won't even let me see it, but you expect me to let you stick it inside me?

You want an anatomy lesson now?

[The words were snapped, distorted slightly by the elongated teeth. He pressed again, but his hands braced on the hood of the jeep to keep from grabbing him and pulling him in, keeping him pinned. He needed that heat, that contact and the tightness he knew he'd get in Stiles' body. So he made sure the tip of his cock was nestled firmly in Stiles' ass cheeks, though he didn't press past the ring yet. Not yet.]

Kinda want to know what I'm in for if you pop my cherry, so to speak.

[He might have surged forward again, but his hips were already pressed indecently against the hood of his jeep and there was just no way all that steel and metal would move out of his way even if he tried. That's how the tapered tip of Derek's cock ended up wedged between his cheeks, pressing yet not quite penetrating. He could feel his puckered entrance twitching in a maddening sort of way]

[He leaned over Stiles' body, actively pinning him down to the hood. He nuzzled up his spine, licking at it before he got to his neck. Sharp teeth grazed over him, but not to leave a mark. Just to warn.]

I'm sure you've played with your own enough to know.

[Remarkably, Stiles seemed to react to that warning graze of extra sharp canines against his neck in a very primal manner. His fingers flexed against the hood of the jeep, his cock throbbed and left a small smear of white fluid against the edge of his stomach, and perhaps favorably of all - his hips canted just right. So that Derek couldn't miss his mark with that first thrust even if he tried.

He went from a combination of hyperactive, aroused, and strung out to submissive and yearning. Seriously, Derek needed to consider threatening to bite him more often if that's all it took to shut him up like this]

[He could smell the precome as it hit the air, his claws raking lines down the hood. He knew Stiles would bitch about it, but it was better the hood than the teen.

The move of his hips had the tip of his cock sliding in and he stilled. Only for a moment, but as soon as he felt that, he pressed in again, nuzzling at the nape of Stiles' neck. He wanted to bite, just to leave a mark, but he couldn't like this. Not unless he wanted Stiles to be around him more than he already was. The idea of him having to comply to him like this wasn't as appealing as the fact that he wanted to anyway, so Derek managed to avoid sinking teeth in, but he licked over salty skin as his hips pressed himself deeper into Stiles.]

[Stile would definitely bitch about that later. Much later, when his sex-addled brain could manage to notice the tell-tale claw marks on his hood.

Right now, however, his mind and body were fully occupied with the sensation of Derek's cock slowly filling him. With no previous stretching, was it any wonder that he felt a definite spike of pain that left him clenching around the invading shaft. All that heat and tightness seeming to cling to the alpha's cock with every inch he gained.

His head fell forward, his forehead grazing the metal of the jeep as he found himself panting heavily]

[Derek was trying not to rush, but he needed this so bad. Needed Stiles. Needed the heat. Needed that tight almost painful clamping around his dick. Jesus.

Derek moaned, the sound mixed with a growl as he mimicked Stiles and rested his forehead on his back.]

Tight.

[The word was garbled but discernible. And still he tried to keep from pumping into him.]

Big.

[Stiles countered, although he wasn't quite referring to girth. At least, not quite yet]

Fuck, when do you end?

[It felt like Derek was still managing to inch inside of him and he wasn't sure his body could take much more. Although that was probably a normal feeling for a guy who hadn't had much more then a finger inside of him before this

His eyes were shut tight by the time Derek seemed to finally bottom out inside of him. A few moments of tense silence passed before he just had to test the waters. If Derek wasn't going to thrust, he'd just have to endure the slow, testing shift of Stiles' hips as his body seemed to finally adjust to the intrusion]

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