Ahhh... That drawing... imagine Chris reaching under that vest and grabbing a handful of those cute tits.
Nngh. Chris playing with Peter's tits is seriously my happy place. I can just imagine that he shamelessly exploits the fact that Peter has his hands soiled and his after-carnage-handkerchief is nowhere to be found. So he snakes his hands beneath Peter's tanktop and fills his hands with those firm, little mounds, thumbs rubbing across the wolf's laughably sensitive nipples. Squeezes them lovingly and tells him how he definitely has bigger tits than his daughter.
Maybe he murmurs into his ear about how he'll fuck them when they're home. How he'll spread Peter out on their bed and straddle his chest so he can fuck his cock against the valley between his pecs, rub the shiny head across Peter's pouty, little nipples until they're shiny and sticky with it.
On Peter's birthday, the birthday pup stays in bed until midday and makes Chris bring him breakfast and do all these menial chores. Chris grits his teeth and goes along with it because as soon as this day is over, he's going to teach Peter a lesson. Happy Birthday!!! :D
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bwahahaa I can just see Peter lounging in bed like a cat and demanding back rubs and his favorite food and just a little attention. just a 'look at me Christopher. No! No nono no touching! Just look at me. *sigh of contentment*'
And whenever he feels Chris is getting a little more than grumpy, he graciously lets the blanket slip down a bit so Chris can see the curvy top of his ass :D because obviously Peter thinks his body is a gift to mankind
Peter is jealous of the size of Chris' dick, heh heh
(Short Prompt)
Chris was already drifting into sleep after a mind-blowing orgasm, when he felt it.
"What are you doing." His voice is flat, one arm thrown across his eyes. He wants to ignore Peter's shenanigans, really, but the petulant, "Nothing," makes him perk up despite himself.
Chris peeks out from beneath his arm to where Peter was kneeling next to him, blue eyes intent on the cock in his hand - the way he was slowly stroking a thumb along its length, fingers curling around and squeezing as if he was... measuring.... it?
What?
"Peter," he says a little sharper and takes his arm away. "What are you doing? Do you usually molest your bed partners after sex?"
Which could very well be. It had been the first time he had managed to get Peter naked (Or, more so, Peter had managed to get him naked) and who knew what was going on in the wolf's insane head?
"Shut up," Peter grumbles - and that's when he sees it. The little glances Peter throws from Chris' cock which was still taken under scrutinizing inspection, and to his own dick lying still wet and heavy against his thigh.
"...Are you jealous?" Chris asks slowly. Peter's reaction is explosive enough to remind the hunter of a hissing, spitting cat. He lets go as if he burned himself and quickly stands up from the bed.
"Never," he says loftily and makes his way a little too quickly to the bathroom.
Chris snorts, dark satisfaction curling through his chest.
Later, when Peter finally pulled the shreds of his tattered dignity around himself and came out of the bathroom - when Chris spooned up behind the wolf because Peter haughtily demanded to get cuddled - he rumbles, "Don't worry. You don't need a big cock to get fucked."
"... I hate you, Argent. And you'll never get a piece of this ass again."
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Be well and be happy! :D *lays down offering of virginal peter hale at your altar*
*heavy breathing* virgin!Peter is my jam, yooooo hnnngh x.x I'll totally take that offering xD also, I got your 'ask' and I'm fuckn stoked and I will respond to it after my duties *salutes*
“Peter, I’m sweating my balls off, get off of me.”
Peter yelps when a sharp elbow digs into his side and he gets shoved off of Chris’ back with a couple effective moves.
There’s silence for a few minutes in which Peter sulks on his side of the bed, curled up and with his back stubbornly to Chris. Chris takes the negative energy radiating off of his wolf until the guilty conscience wins him over.
"Aw fuck it," he sighs, rolling over and pulling Peter towards him, spooning up against the small ball the man had contorted himself into.
"You’re fucking ridiculous," Chris growls into his ear and strokes the naked belly until Peter starts unfolding with a little huff, snuggling back against the hunter.
"Goddamn furnace," Chris whispers but hugs the smug wolf closer.
There'd be a big rivalry between Chris and Peter. They've been enemies since they were at school (enemies in the sense that they snarl and insult each other face to face then watch the other's ass as they walk away). And their rivalry has intensified over the past years that they've been teachers because Peter has always wanted the DADA job and instead he's stuck in potions. There's a lot of storming into each other's classrooms mid lesson and shouting accusations. The students think its cute.
omfg. I can just see it. the students shipping their teachers with one another and rolling their eyes when the professors pull each other's pigtails again.
I had a huge laugh imagining Peter storming into Chris' class and being like "YOU!" *points finger* everyone stares as his face contorts into several emotions of rage, arm shaking with the force of his pointing. after a minute he narrows his eyes slowly and lets his arm fall down. "you!" he whispers full of contempt, then gathers his robes and stomps out again.
