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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[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.

Meat. Fruit. Vegetables. Something with substance that won't just be burned up in an hour.

[He brushed his jaw against Stiles' shoulder before he slowly pulled out, moving to lie beside him. An arm was draped possessively around his waist. Stiles was his for the night. Tomorrow (if his rut was over), they could go back to mildly tolerating one another. But tonight, he was going to enjoy every moment he could get.]

[Stiles let out a rather undignified grunt when Derek pulled out, his boneless and utterly sated body refusing to allow him to move. All he could so was basically stare up at the ceiling and try to think of what was in the fridge right about now]

So, guess I'm cooking supper then? I mean, it's that or chips. I'd really appreciate it if you could keep your dick out of me while I'm cooking though, I have enough trouble averting fire hazards as it is.

No promises.

[He grinned, pulling Stiles over to him as he bit along his cheek.]

Make a lot. You're going to need it.

[You know what? Derek had been making his neck and shoulders his own personal chew toy lately, Stiles felt obliged to big back. Along the edge of Derek's jaw]

You're going to have to carry me downstairs. In fact, I demand it.

[Derek grinned, hand sliding down to grope Stiles' ass.]

I could arrange that.

[No guarantees that Stiles wouldn't be carried down while riding his dick, but...]

You're a caveman, you know that?

[Oh yeah, he caught that lewd look Derek was giving him. As much as he didn't want to move, he hauled his ass out of bed, ignoring the fact that he was yet again dripping Derek's come when he pulled on his favorite pair of Batman boxers and headed down stairs without a word to the alpha sprawled naked on his bed.

Pulling open the fridge, he grabbed some ground beef and began to make some burgers. He figured Derek would follow him eventually]

[He wanted to lie there and enjoy the feeling of satiation, but the need to be around his mate had him rolling out of bed and coming down the stairs.

Naked.

He paused in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Stiles cook.]

Smells good.

[That applied to more than just the food. He could smell himself all over Stiles and he liked that.]

[Stiles very nearly ended up burning his hand just because he turned to gawk at Derek coming down the stairs with an erection.

Seriously? Werewolf stamina must be unheard of. His own cock could only give an interested twitch in his briefs. That's about it]

Me or the burgers?

[He somehow managed to divert his attention to flipping the burgers]

Both.

[He came up behind Stiles, lowering his head to bury his nose in his neck.]

I might have to steal one to keep from eating you.

They're not even close to being done yet. Unless you prefer raw meat.

[Okay, having Derek behind him, nuzzling into his neck which was already pink and more then a little raw from his stubble; was quite the distraction]

Not to eat.

[His teeth caught at one of Stiles' ears, sucking the lobe into his mouth as he slid his hands around the narrow waist in front of him.]

Oh fuck....

[No, that was not meant to be incentive Derek! Honestly, Stiles found himself caught between being hungry for some burgers, horny for Derek to just part his ass cheeks and fuck him for the third time this evening, and worried about starting a fire somehow]

You wanted me to eat, well I can't do much of that when you're doing all of this.

[Derek's mouth moved down to Stiles' shoulder, his hands leaving his waist so he could reach out and take the spatula from Stiles, flipping the burgers before setting it on the counter.]

You'll eat. Then I'll eat. After your shower, which I'll help you with.

So that's your subtle way of saying I reek, hm? Fine.

[Fine Derek. If you want him to take a shower and inadvertently wash himself clean of your scent and claim of him, so be it. He'll just hum under his breath as he wanders off towards the bathroom. It felt like he had been dripping Derek's come since their first encounter along the highway so it felt good to slip under the spray of hot water]

No, it's my subtle way of saying that if I'm going to put my mouth on your ass or dick, I'd like to wash a little of my own deposit off first.

[He could wash it off all he wanted, but he'd be getting re-scented before he had time to dry. Derek took over cooking the burgers since Stiles had just left them there, hunting around for buns and getting things to put on it out of the fridge.]

[Damn if he didn't think about what Derek had said the entire time he was in the shower. Deciding to cut it short, he emerged fifteen minutes later, still dripping wet and wrapped in only a thing towel around his waist]

The rolls are in the bread box.

[And his dick was hard enough to cut diamonds]

[Derek heard when the shower was turned off, but by then he had everything out and ready for whatever sort of burger Stiles wanted.]

I figure I'd let you put your own toppings on since I have no idea what you like.

[His eyes took in Stiles' body, smiling at the protrusion from under the towel.]

[Stiles made his way towards the burgers. He added cheese and ketchup. That was it. The perfect burger.

Aren't you so glad you get to hear him make porn star quality moans over a slab of meat that isn't attached to you, Derek]

Fuck, this is good.....

[Derek's dick twitched at the sounds, and he moved to pull Stiles over to one of the chairs. He sat and tugged the towel off him, leaning in to quickly put his mouth over Stiles' cock. He drew off for a moment to add]

Try not to get any of that on me.

[Then he went back to letting his mouth take him in as far as he could.]

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