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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Knotting is a popular sub-genre of fiction that has become popular recently. The genre gives canine-type characteristics to male characters wherein the penile shaft enlarges as he approaches his orgasm to tie both him and his partner together for up to twenty minutes. The knot provides both a way to claim, and in case of a situation where pregnancy is a possibility, prevents sperm from leaking out.

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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No place you're not already headed.

[He tried for a playful, snarky laugh. Just a little joke on their current 'tied' situation]

But in all seriousness and at the risk of seriously killing the vibe between us? The police station.

But it doesn't matter. Dad's not going to have a heart attack if he pigs out at the burger place one more time.

You could go there. Drop off the food. Then come back.

[Because if he didn't come back, Derek knew he'd be hunting him down tonight. His target had been acquired and he wasn't about to let him out of his sight for longer than he needed to. Or...]

Or I could ride with you. Then...

[Then take him back to Stiles' place and fuck his brains into his mattress there.]

I don't think I want to risk you hanging out near the road and molesting some other unsuspecting, yet appreciative driver.

[At long last he found that he had some wiggle room, Derek's knot must be deflating a little bit]

As soon as we're unstuck and have our clothes back on, I'll drive you to the station, drop off the food, and then we're free for the rest of the night.

[He could feel Stiles moving under him, the swelling of his knot finally starting to go down. That didn't stop him from rocking into Stiles, using what he had left of his erection to keep him making those noises from earlier.]

Your house.

[Derek's instincts were on overdrive and he wanted to make Stiles' room smell like him, like the pair of them.]

[Stiles was definitely making those noises again, so Derek got his wish in spades because he was quite loud and vocal when his knot rubbed up against his prostate again]

Fuck! Okay, okay. My house.... You know if you keep doing that, we're not going to get to my house any time soon.

[His answer was to laugh, biting at the back of Stiles' neck again before he managed to be able to shift back to normal. Which meant that his knot faded away and he slipped out of Stiles. Along with a wash of come.]

[Stiles might have yelped at the sudden shift of Derek's 'wolfhood' back to normal proportions. He'd never admit it, but he did feel sort of...empty when Derek pulled out. Whether his body was missing being tied to the alpha or simply aching to be filled with his cock again, he wasn't sure.

As soon as he straightened, he felt something slick and more then a little sticky dripping down the inside of his thighs and legs. He only needed a split second to guess just what that was. Geez, how much had Derek unleashed inside of him?

Instead of complaining, he simply makes a face at the entirely too smug sourwolf and fishes around for his jeans. He noticed the claw marks right away. Again, he simply huffed an annoyed sigh and slipped them back on, trying to ignore the wet spot as Derek's come continued to trickle out]

Alright. Jeans, check. Dignity still intact, but just barely. I just need to find my shirt and you need to get dressed, then we can hit the road.

[Derek's idea of getting dressed was stooping to pull his jeans back up, then picking up his shirt and slinging it over his shoulder.

He was still under the influence of his rut, which would be why he went over and jerked Stiles against him, mouth fusing to his in a searing kiss as he reminded the teen of what they'd be doing when his 'duties' were done.]

Let's go.

[Stiles located his shirt and pulled that back on. Before he could get back into his jeep - were those scratch marks on his - He found himself melting into that long, searing kiss. His hands flailed comically for a moment or two before settling on Derek's hips. He was even smug enough to reach around and squeeze the alpha's ass just once before ducking into the driver side seat and throwing the jeep into gear.

It only takes ten minutes to reach the police station, but Stiles was inside for nearly double that time and he looked pretty flustered when he came back out and got into the jeep]

You know, you could have told me my neck looks like it's been mauled by a rabid animal....

Does it?

[Derek had kept himself in the jeep by sheer willpower. The longer Stiles had stayed in, the more his need grew, that burning desire to sink back into Stiles and mate almost consuming him. The idea that someone was in there trying to keep him from Derek had wormed deeply enough in his mind that he'd let out a huge breath of relief when Stiles had finally come back out.]

You're not bleeding.

No, but I'm pretty sure the indentation of your teeth on my throat threw my dad for a loop.

[He checked himself in the rear view mirror briefly. Sure enough, his entire neck was mottled with bite marks. Shaking his head, he starts up the jeep, throws Derek an exasperated look, and drives off towards his house]

So, you going to explain why you're acting like you just overloaded on viagra?

But you're not bleeding.

[And that was the main thing, Stiles. Priorities. The marks wouldn't last, he hadn't bitten hard enough, but he couldn't deny he liked the way they looked there. He also liked the way his hand looked on Stiles' thigh as he drove.]

Do I have to?

[The reluctance was because he knew that Stiles would just love making fun of him about it, both during and after the fact.]

I think you owe me an explanation, yeah.

[The road to his house suddenly seemed incredibly long with Derek's hand splayed over his thigh, making his mind split between some very vivid flashbacks to being fucked over the hood of his jeep and driving home.

Luckily, he manages to pull into the driveway without causing a major accident]

Is it a werewolf thing? An alpha thing? Should I call Scott and get the chains before you somehow manage to fuck me to death? Not that I'd be complaining....

[His hand tightened on Stiles' thigh.]

Do not call Scott.

[As much as Derek genuinely liked Scott, having him show up around his 'mate', temporary as that status was while he was in his rut would just push Derek to go on the aggressive to defend what was his.]

It's a... thing. Don't worry about it. You won't die.

[He might be exhausted and sore tomorrow, but he wouldn't be dead. Derek would see to that, even going so far as to feed him regularly during the mating to keep his reserves up.]

Wow, alright. No Scott. Gotcha.

[Stiles was basically clueless at this point. He would have liked to be able to jump on the internet and do some research, but with the way Derek was eying him like a juicy steak; he didn't think that was likely to happen]

A thing? It's never just a thing when it comes to you or any werewolves.

[But he's already getting out of the jeep and walking over to unlock the front door]

How long is this 'thing' going to last?

[Derek was out of the jeep and following behind him closely, noting with a smug sort of pride that the ass of Stiles' jeans were drenched.]

The rest of the night. Maybe tomorrow.

[He had put it off for a while, after all.

Coming up behind Stiles as he unlocked the door, he reached out to loop an arm around his waist, pulling him against him as he dipped his head down to bite at Stiles' neck.]

Why? Have other plans?

I don't, but you should know my dad is probably to get home right around breakfast time - barring any unusual homicides.

[His key ended up getting jammed in the door because Stiles' brain promptly forgot to function the exact moment he was pressed up against a very smug, very horny wolf. He fumbled to open the door and stumbled inside on shaky legs, shutting it behind Derek]

I assume we're going straight to my bedroom?

We'll find somewhere else to go if we need to.

[He bent down and picked up Stiles, one arm around his back holding him against his chest, the other around one leg to tuck it up to wrap around him. He was hoping Stiles would clue in and wrap the other one around him himself.]

Yes.

[Stiles got the message loud and clear. He wrapped an arm around Derek and tucked himself in against the alpha's broad chest]

Just promise you'll respect me in the morning.

[He had to tease just a little]

Why would I change a good thing of not respecting you at all?

[Derek could tease too, Stiles. He was up the stairs and in his room quickly, moving over to place him on the bed, already tugging on both shirt and jeans.]

You're on a one way path to sleeping by yourself, wolfy.

[He helped where he could and somewhere between Derek's tugging and his own eager movements, he was soon completely naked all over again. Naked and just as hard as ever]

Can you take off all of your clothes this time? Just a request....

[His answer to that was a growl before he lowered his head to bite at Stiles' chest. Not leaving a mark, but showing him that no, Derek would not be alone tonight.]

I could.

[Grinning, he moved back off the bed, standing beside it as he kicked out of his shoes, then began to strip himself naked. Stiles wasn't the only one ready, Derek erect and prepared for a second round as he crawled back onto the bed.]

There, happy?

[Stiles yelped in response to that bite, his hands flying up over his head in what he hoped was a perfectly submissive gesture. Then, he finds it a struggle just to keep his hands off of Derek once the werewolf alpha fully strips himself. Finally he could get a good look at Derek's cock.

Impressive, just like the rest of him.

He finally puts his hands to good use by dragging his nails down to the small of the older man's back]

Ecstatic. Just one more question. Are you gonna go all alpha on me again?

I might.

[He dropped his mouth down to lick over one of the fading marks, a knee slipping in between Stiles' legs.]

Is that a problem?

[He could try to control himself, but in his rut, he doubted he'd be able to do it as well as if this was an encounter outside of it.]

[His own cock is hard and already leaking profusely, smearing droplets of white against the underside of his stomach. Hey, it's a hell of a show just watching Derek]

No, but I'd like to request a more comfortable position if you do that thing with your dick again.

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