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We Live By The Code.
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Chris Argent. 39. Father, Expert Hunter, Widower, Worrier, Expert. { Indie [Dangerously Sexy Dad] Teen-Wolf Roleplay Blog }
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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          [  Chris liked knowing that in some ways he might just effect Peter. Peter wasn't effected by much, Chris had been watching him long enough to know this. He didn't get shocked or scared by anything at all. No one could really sneak up on him considering he had supernatural hearing and nothing could scare him because he was what scared people. And yet... here Chris was with his pupils slowly blowing wide with need as he dotted heated, possessive kisses along his throat. Maybe there was something wrong with him.
           A small groan left his lips as Peter drew him flat against him, enjoying the warm contact of their skin. He felt Peter everywhere and it was utterly intoxicating. His hands stroked over Peter's hips, outlining the firm lines of the teen's muscles. Peter took care of himself, not that even really had to. He could probably lose weight with a few days of working out. He probably didn't even work for this body.... not that that stopped Chris was actively appreciating it. His hand spanned over Peter's hip and then to his back... and then promptly to his ass. Chris squeezed shamelessly, grinning as he met Peter's eyes.  ]
                                                "Harder?"
          [  He asked with a faint laugh, shaking his head teasingly. His hips rolled up against Peter's again, his arousal evident as it blatantly dragged against Peter's. Chris suppressed another groan, taking a deep breath through his nose. His mouth moved to Peter's ear, teasingly mouthing at it.  ]
                                   "I think I can do that..."
          [  And he obviously wasn't talking about getting his point across as he rutted his hips forward again. Chris pressed a kiss to the curve of Peter's neck... and then he bit down. He didn't hold back all that much, biting down hard enough to make a perfect imprint of his very human teeth. He wasted no time crushing their lips together again, eager to try and lick his way into the teen's snarky, perfectly hot mouth. One of his hands left Peter's hips, sliding between them to curl his fingers between Peter's length. His grip was tight, but not at all painful as he worked it up slowly. He pulled away from the kiss when he had to breath, but Chris didn't move away, resting their foreheads together as started to stroke Peter off with a slightly faster rhythm, watching his reaction.  ]
Teenage Shenanigans || letstortureher
         { To say that this was ideal, was much more of an understatement than anything else. Peter shouldn’t have been in this situation with anyone in the school, much less a hunter that was probably after his family — though right now the only thing that the male could focus on was the boy in front of him and what he was currently doing. He’d more than welcomed the second kiss, parting his lips slightly allowing the other to easily deepen it. }
                   { Though as the boy had pulled away he couldn’t help the small whine that escaped from his lips, but was quickly hushed by the feeling of the others mouth against his collarbone. The mark wouldn’t last long, and he knew that he would probably have to explain that to the other male just as soon as it had started to fade away though that was something that he could handle fixing up later on in the process of everything that was currently happening. The feeling of the others teeth scraping against his neck was more than enough to turn him on more, if that were anymore possible. A simply shift of gazes would be able to tell you just how much the boy was enjoying the simple shower situation. He was going to respond to the others question, though his mind was suddenly sidetracked by the feeling of the other males hips rolling into his own. }
        “Not quite, you might need to try a little bit harder to tell me what you want.”
    { The smirk was ever growing on his features as his back was pressed against the cool tile of the shower wall, not that he had minded at all. Letting his own hands work there way down the others back he’d paused at his hips, pulling the other flush against him. Chest against chest, hips against hips, everything at this moment was able to be…felt. }
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Over the years, a multitude of people       had called Peter a lot of things. He’d been called just about       every name under the sun,            had insults thrown his way                 almost on a daily basis at this point. One thing that no one has ever questioned however,        was his intelligence. And if Argent thought for even        a split second                 that it would slip past him that he was armed,        he was insane.                 Literally. He saw the little twitch,                 his tell,        that indicated that should the need arise,                 he could have his weapon of choice            in hand, within seconds. And he didn’t doubt it was possible;        after all the man was likely the best hunter                  he’d come across in his long years. He eyed the hunter, chuckling.        ”Calm down, killer.         Your trigger finger looks to have an itch.                  If you scratch it, you’ll regret it.                  And I’m not referring to myself         for once.” The bartender had come and gave him his usual,          bourbon, slightly chilled. He’d managed to talk them into          keeping a bottle in the refrigerator                  just for him.          One of the perks of being a regular.         “One could ask you the same question.                  This happens to be my bar.                  I’ve been coming here for months.          So spill it Argent.                  Why are you slumming it?”
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                 Dissatisfaction crossed over his features                     as Peter seemed to be tolerated                     in this place. Maybe they actually                     even liked him? Of course,                          the people who populated this bar                           didn't exactly seem like the kind                             to judge based on a man's actions                             ...or his morals... or his just                             general being. That was sort                            of the reason why Chris had come here... though,                            he supposed that made him no better than                            the man he sat next to.
Chris was honestly surprised that he was still sitting next to him in the first place. He could have moved. He could have left. But no, Chris kept his ass to the bar seat and allowed his fingers to leave his gun to reach for his lukewarm beer. Honestly, what kind of world was this that Peter was getting privileged? Topsy-turfy... Chris took a deep breath, bringing the bottle to his lips to take a deep drink before he actually answered Peter.
        "Because, It's just far away enough           that I thought I'd be able to drink in peace,           and close enough to arrive on scene if anyone needed me.           Of course, I didn't waltz in here expecting that           I'd be arriving in /your/ bar. If I had,           I might would have just walked right back out."
Chris assured Peter, placing the bottle back down onto the bar top. He didn't like that Peter probably came to such a place for the same reason.. Chris didn't like sharing any form of similarities with the man.
                                 "Why are you here tonight? Don't                                    you have some skulking and devious planning to do?                                    Wouldn't want to cut into that..."
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Bar Buddies || notatotalpsychox
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Sorry for my slight haitus! I’ll try to get back into the swing of things! If you want to plot (which would probably help me get my muse back *winkwink-nudgenudge*) Go ahead and message me for my skype~ 
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Sorry for my slight haitus! I’ll try to get back into the swing of things! If you want to plot (which would probably help me get my muse back *winkwink-nudgenudge*) Go ahead and message me for my skype~ 
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PEOPLE ALWAYS APOLOGIZE WITH CAKE FOR BEING SLOW, SO HERE’S A CAKE.
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Sorry for my slight haitus! I'll try to get back into the swing of things! If you want to plot (which would probably help me get my muse back *winkwink-nudgenudge*) Go ahead and message me for my skype~ 
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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I swear, I'll get to drafts...EVENTUALLY.
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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tbh, anyone and i really mean anyone can tag me in a starter. it doesn’t matter if we have a million threads together, or if we’ve never threaded together. i adore random starters. 
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Friendly reminder that my Skype is available upon request to mutual followers if you wanna plot or chat or whatever. ★~(◡‿◕✿)
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"Let me in."
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"... Peter, that's such a bad idea,that I can't even begin to count allof the reasons as to why it is... But, if it's only for tonight.. Then... I guess I'll permit it."
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Let me be your distraction.
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Bonding, family, the code
Give me three words and I will transform them into a custom open for your character!
The Bonding, Family, The Code. 
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A small laugh rumbled from hislips as he looked at her sleepingfigure. Allison was being stubborntoday and while Chris couldn't exactlyblame her considering the late nightshe had had... They had a long day ahead of them. His hand shoved tenderlyat her shoulder. 
                     "Allison, I'm not going to say it again."
                                            His tone was stern, or he                                            tried to be stern. It was kind                                             of hard to be really upset with                                            her when her hair was a mess                                            and she just looked so young. It                                            was a little easy to forget at times,                                            especially considering how much                                            responsibility she put on herself.
             "Get up. We're heading into the forest               for some target practice." 
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Grope
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The lead up had been interesting to watch. Chris could give Stiles that.The teen had been acting strangelynervous all night. Chris had initiallythought that maybe Stiles was justnervous about this being their first'date night'. But, then started to noticethe way Stiles was looking at him. The way that he’d catch him staring for alittle too long. And then it clicked.
                           So, it wasn’t any real surprise when                             he had been driving Stiles home to                            find that the teen had successfully                             unbuckled himself and made his way                             over to Chris’s seat. Though, it was a bit                            of a surprised that Stiles had waited until                            now to act on it.
                          “A little…”                               Chris clenched his jaw,                              suppressing a weak groan                              before continuing.
     ”A little late, don’t you think?      We’re already at the end of our       date night and outside your Dad’s       house is beyond inappropriate.” 
Type "Grope" If you want to see my muse's reaction of yours groping my muse's breast/cock
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Going to get some replies out before I lose muse. gdmit I'm like this every monday.
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Send "Let me in" for my character's response.
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changingcode · 11 years ago
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Guess the age my muse lost their virginity
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