you are the reason i stay alive

[filthydirtysock]

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. +++ 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 +++ - 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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[bitchwolf]

[Two words, but they're all he needed to hear. If he still had his senses about him, he would have tried to force back his claws but all he can think about is her. Touching, feeling, skin, smell and taste. He's wearing too many clothes, but he can only focus on one thing at a time and right now that's her. He's also quietly aware that if either of them are still going to have claw marks tomorrow, it's not going to be her.

His hands go for her hips, trying to grab, clutch, hold onto her, pull her against him. Her skin feels hot, like a brand against his hands, but he doesn't let go. His claws sink in; not viscous, not trying to hurt so much as anchor himself to her. He falls back, trying to drag her down with him as Jackson's face nuzzles into her hair, trying to press against her neck. He licks at skin, wanting to taste and smell her, feel that intoxicating rush of heat that somehow makes him feel better.]

[barefooting]

[ A little scratch here and there never hurt anyone, and her eyes flash red, a growl rising in her throat as he pulls her taut against him, claws digging in just enough for her to really feel it. The growl isn't a sound of warning, but a sound of surprised pleasure, and she lets him lick over the line of her throat before she fists a hand in his hair.

Now it's her turn to yank his head back, exposing his neck, and she moves in, gently biting to signal her authority. If she'd wanted to, she could've ripped his throat out, but instead she turns, pivoting them to press him up against the tree trunk, her claws shredding his clothes from his body. ]

[bitchwolf]

[Jackson shivers at the sound of that growl, shaking through him, just making this burn hotter, making him need her more. She tastes sweet and metallic, like strength and survival, and like things he can't describe. She fists a hand in his hair, and Jackson leans into it. More than just letting her yank his head back, but offering, because he understands. He wishes he didn't, it would make it easier to deal with Derek if the dynamics of Alpha/Beta didn't matter to him.

He moans as her teeth bite into the skin of his throat, his pulse pounding as his heart races. Then she's slamming him up against that tree, shredding his clothes from his body, and he shrugs out of the scraps. Normally he would care, but not now, not with her. Instead he's dragging her up against him, his erection pulsing as it rubs against her bare thigh. Jackson's clawed hands dragging up her sides, curling up over her back to grab onto her shoulders, crushing bare skin to bare skin with a needy noise deep in his throat.]

[barefooting]

[ From this point on, she's willing to let things play out naturally after that little show of dominance, briefly marking him the way she had. It's partly an unconscious response, but it still needs to happen in order for him to recognize the pecking order. Even if he mounts her after this, she's still the Alpha, and there's no mistaking the dynamic anymore.

It feels good, feels better once he's out of the hindrance his clothing had created, bare skin sliding against hers in a way that creates a low rumbling in her chest. She runs her hands over him, arms and chest and lower, over his abdomen, and presses her body flush to his, grinding into him with rising need. She may not be the one in heat, but she's responding as eagerly as any female within a hundred-mile radius would. At least there isn't any competition roaming the woods tonight, or she would've slashed their throats without a second thought. She's found her prize, and she intends on claiming it. ]

[bitchwolf]

[It's ingrained, that bite that it still red on his pale skin etches something in that animal wolf brain. He understands, of course, Jackson always has; he's never really been the dominant type, even if he plays otherwise. This, with the heat burning through him, it's all instinct. He needs her like he needs air, and he gasps at the way her hands touch over his exposed skin, strong muscle and soft skin. His hands slide down her back, fingertips trailing along her spine, to the curve of her rear. His fingers grip, lifting her a little as he drags her against him.

He presses his face into her neck with a low growl, his tongue licking against her skin, a scrape of teeth that doesn't quite bite. It was far too late for anyone else, Jackson could only smell and taste and feel her. Their bodies grinding together, but it's not enough with as hot as his heat is burning within him. ]

[barefooting]

[ His hands descend over her body, down the small of her back and rounding over her backside until he hoists her up slightly, eliciting a gasp and another growl from her as she's drawn taut against him. Her breasts rub against his chest with every movement, stimulating the nipples into hard points of arousal, and she tips her head back, letting him nip over her neck.

It speaks to something resembling trust within her that she lets him do this; there aren't many who would get the right, or even the privilege. But a mere friction generated between them isn't going to be enough, and she uses the leverage from her back nudging up against the tree to hitch herself up further, lashing both legs around his waist. ]

[bitchwolf]

[The noises she makes, the way she growls hits something feral and wild inside of him that's been starved in his refusal to really join a pack. The sounds of his own; and she is beautiful and the thrum of her voice sounds like power. Jackson has no words, just his own growls and rumbling breaths as her breasts rub against his chest, her body perfect in his hands.

He leans back against the tree, using it to brace himself as she wraps her legs around him, adjusting his grip on her as he lifts her body up, trying to adjust the angle because he needs her, needs this. He doesn't even know her name, but he knows her scent, the taste of her skin, and he wants to stay with her. But maybe that's just his heat.]

[barefooting]

[ Quite frankly, she doesn't care if this is something that only lasts through the night, but she's going to make sure it's one that he'll never be forgetting any time soon.

She reaches down between them, letting her claws lightly scrape along his chest as they drag downward, but she's more careful than that when she wraps her hand around his cock, slow and squeezing, feeling his hot hardness against her palm as she strokes. ]

How badly do you want to be inside me?

[bitchwolf]

[Jackson groans, his head falling back, neck exposed as her nails scrape down his chest. He likes it, the way they cut, burn, even if he knows they'll still linger the next day. There's a certain allure to that, too. His breath catches, stills in his throat as her hand wraps around his cock, surprisingly careful, but the threat is still there in her hands. Instead, however, she's stroking, friction that makes him whine with the need for more.

He's so gone in his Heat it's hard to use words, and it takes him a few ragged breaths before he can manage anything aside from a pleading whimper.]

Need- Please-

[Begging her, shaking from need, but his hands still clutch tight against her body, stroking over soft skin. He doesn't think he's ever needed anything else in the world like he needs this.]

[barefooting]

[ There's a very valuable part of him in her hands right now; they both recognize that, and yet he doesn't shy away, doesn't shrink underneath her hold on him. So she continues to stroke, feeling him grow impossibly hard inside the grip of her fingers, and she rewards him with a tighter squeeze before her hand grips the base of his cock and she positions herself. ]

Well, because you asked so nicely.

[ It doesn't take much effort at all - a subtle roll of hips, her hand working between them, and she draws him inside her, sinking down slowly onto his length. He's big, surprisingly thick, filling her deeply, and she moans against the juncture between his neck and shoulder as her head tips forward. ]

[bitchwolf]

[Her hands are clawed, but oh so careful as they curl around his length. There's that edge of concern, but he doesn't pull away, doesn't want her to stop touching. He likes her claws, even like this, and if anything that edge of threat, of what she could do, just makes it hotter. Her fingers continuing to stroke over him, then griping around the base as she positions his length against her.

She sinks down on him, and Jackson can't help the way that he growls. Her body is hot and slick and there's a whimper of pleasure he presses into her skin. His hands tighten against her body, pulling her tight against him, his fingers clutching at her hips as instinct demands it. His body is still burning, but the heat of her body tempers it, makes him feel less out of his mind with the need of it.

He doesn't know who she is and it doesn't matter, but he needed her. His hips starting to rock, impatiently pressing into her. ]