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!

More information can be found here

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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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[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.

What position?

[A hand lifted to smear the come over Stiles' stomach. He lifted a finger to his mouth, sucking on it and getting the taste of Stiles before he moved to lower himself to grind against Stiles' crotch.]

You're asking me? The guy who was a virgin up until about an hour ago?

[His cock twitched at the sight of Derek sucking precome off of his fingertip. Fuck, that went way beyond the realm of hot. It was like...porno quality!]

I don't know! Maybe missionary? Me on top?

Maybe.

[He leaned down, licking at Stiles' mouth for entrance before he kissed him. Hard. His tongue wanted in and he licked at Stiles' lips until he was granted it.]

I like taking you from behind. You have a nice ass.

[Stiles granted him access pretty much right away. His lips parting under the insistent press of Derek's tongue. He groaned softly into that kiss, his hands coming up to thoroughly mess up Derek's hair, leaving it looking even more sex-mussed than ever before]

Why am I not surprised that doggy style is your favorite position?

[He really can't shut up]

I mean, do you even realize who cliche that is?

Would you prefer I just make you use your mouth? At least that way I'd get some peace and quiet.

[His hand moved down to wrap around Stiles' cock, squeezing it lightly before he began to move over it.]

Oh fuck!

[Stiles somehow managed to get his whole body to writhe against the bed. His hips already bucking impatiently into that tight grip around his cock]

I have no idea what you just said. In fact, I think I blacked out temporarily.....

[Stiles' reactions were only making him harder, his instincts to mate piqued by the pleasure of his current partner.]

Do you always talk in your sleep?

[His head fell back, narrowly missing braining himself against the hard headboard of his bed. He wasn't sure the sounds he was making were entirely human. He wasn't sure he even cared at this point. Derek's hand felt so good against his cock]

Yeah, actually. Is that going to be problem?

Only if I let you sleep.

[He lowered his hips, moving so that he could slide his own cock alongside Stiles', hand gripping them loosely as he began to thrust.]

I'm going to fuck you again.

[That was a declarative remark.]

[Stiles really didn't have much in the way of stamina. The only thing keeping him from making a mess of both himself and Derek right about now was the fact that he just came about an hour ago. That didn't stop him from breathing heavily when Derek's dick slid along his, thrusting a decadent rhythm that had his eyes rolling back in his head]

And again, I'm assuming? Until ungth! whatever is going on with you works it's way out of your system?

[See? He's catching onto this werewolf stuff]

Would it help if I said I feel incredibly empty without you inside of me?

[Those words hit him with a force that almost took his breath away. Stiles was empty. He could fix that.

He pulled back, spreading Stiles' legs wide and hooking his hands under his knees to draw them up. Stiles was still wet from his deposit of before, which was a good thing since Derek had little in the way of patience at the moment.]

Not anymore.

[He filled him with a thrust, cock sinking deep into him until Derek didn't think he could move.]

Derek!

[It was a very lucky thing that he was still slick from Derek's come and loose enough from his knot that there was nothing except a huge wave of white hot bliss that shot through him when he was filled so deeply and suddenly. His body surged again, his back arching off of the bed and his neck craning at such a delicious angle]

Fuckfuckfuck!

[Derek's hands went to Stiles' hips, gripping them as he stayed on his knees, lifting up both himself and Stiles so he could start pumping into him with a frenzied sort of hunger.]

[Stiles swiftly wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, letting his the heel of each foot dig into his back, urging him to on with moans that were much louder than last time. Then again, he didn't have to worry about anyone driving up and spotting them this time either.

His nails were digging into the touch muscle of Derek's upper back. His hand automatically went to his cock, sensing that this romp might not last nearly as long as their first]

[Derek's thrusts were fast and hard, percussive snaps of his hips against Stiles' body that started to make a slapping sound fill the room. Sweat was covering Derek's body in a light sheen, a look of utter concentration on his face as his eyes were glued to the sight of his dick entering and leaving Stiles' body.]

[He felt like his body was reverberating with everything thrust, almost as if Derek was creating a symphony with ever snap of his hips. His moans swiftly rising in both pitch and frequency. He was practically chanting Derek's name as he tugged insistently at his own cock. The pleasure was so intense it felt like he as going to black out again]

Fuck, you're killing me. I'm dying. Seriously, I'm dying with your dick inside of me!

[There was a moment where Derek actually took the time to listen to Stiles' body. His heart rate was erratic, his breathing was coming in gasping pants, but no, he wasn't dying.

With that assurance, Derek gripped Stiles hard, body continuing to pound into his.]

Come.

[It was a command as much as anything. He wanted to feel Stiles clenching around him, wanted to have his body milking his as he filled him again.]

[Stiles didn't need to be told twice. Hell, he barely needed to be told once! With his hand wrapped around his cock and Derek's ddick snapping ruthlessly and relentlessly against the hot, clinging walls of his ass; he came. Oh <>fuck did he come! Judging from the way he was thrashing, he could have been mistaken for having a stroke instead of being swept up in the throes of passion.

It was Derek's name on his lips as he spilled in sticky white ropes all over his own fist. His body clamping tight around that invading cock, wringing him for every drop]

[Derek's own orgasm was less of a production but no less intense. He snapped his hips in against Stiles' body, a growl rumbling up through his chest as he felt Stiles tighten around him. Then he was pouring into him, mouth open and a soft groan leaving him as he emptied himself again.]

[This time, Stiles was relieved to take notice of the fact that Derek hadn't shifted to his alpha form and therefore there would be no uncomfortable knot to hold him in place. He answered to that growl with a loud groan, his hips arching, pressing himself as tight as physically possible against Derek's cock.

His hands slid through Derek's hair again, but this time it was more of a 'petting' gesture then anything else]

Fuck, so good....

[He slumped down over Stiles, nuzzling into him as he finished emptying himself. He didn't make any effort to move out of him, keeping himself half levied over him.]

You brought your dad food. Have you eaten yet?

[His head hit the pillow with a loud 'thump'. He felt light headed, a little sore, and yet incredibly good. Even the solid weight of Derek's body pressing him down into the bed didn't seem to bother him much.

He's breathing heavily, but he seemed content enough to nuzzle Derek back, making note of the rough stubble along his jaw]

No, not yet. There's a bag of chips laying around my room somewhere....

You'll need more than chips.

[He gave a slow but pointed press of his hips, cock still moving in Stiles.]

You'll need the carbs and the calories.

[Stiles let out a confused, yet vaguely encouraging moan]

How are you doing that?

[How could he still be hard after two rounds?]

Meat. You mean I need to eat some meat? There's...probably some leftovers in the fridge.

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