californias: inspirely (pic#5609940)
☼ ([personal profile] californias) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-20 10:09 am
Entry tags:

The Bite Meme


✚ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom and any preference.
✚ Go to ye olde RNG and roll to your heart's content. You could even skip the rolling. We won't tell.
✚ Remember, six for the location and six for the type.
✚ Tag whoever you want. Let no one go unbitten.
✚ Show us your teeth.

the LIP bite. Sometimes kissing isn't enough, or sometimes you're too nervous to even talk. Bite a lip. It doesn't even have to be yours.

the THROAT bite. You don't want to suck their blood, but you want them to know how thin this flesh is here.

the ARM bite. It's silly, but want to let them know how they're of you. Bites on the arm are usually childish and done in anger or playfulness.

the LEG bite. Know what long legs need? A nice set of teeth sunk into them. Just look at those thighs. Or you could always bring new meaning to the term "ankle biter".

the COLLAR bite. This one's for all you people who don't like turtlenecks. Bites leave marks, and well, some people don't want to show theirs off like trophies.

the HIP bite. Know what's hot? Teeth on your hip. Marks there are definitely enough to make anyone weak in the knees. If that's not what you're into, just remember there are more reasons than just sex to bite someone, especially here.

the GENTLE bite. No one said biting had to be hard. This one's meant more for lovers. Little nibbles on the earlobe or pulse are always nice.

the BRUISING bite. Don't break the skin on this one. You want to leave a nice impression of your pearly whites on the other person, enough so afterwards you can enjoy that darkened mark.

the BLOODY bite. Biting has ill repercussions. Whether it's on purpose or an accident, there's blood, and possibly lots of it.

the HARD bite. This one doesn't bruise, but it does leave a nice impression of your teeth. All that orthodontic work really paid off.

the TEASING bite. No, no, no. Don't just sink your teeth in all at once! Ease your partner into it. Bite softly again and again before letting yourself clamp. You want to let them know you might not do it.

the PINCHING bite. All front teeth. Don't let anything further than your canines feel your partner's flesh. This one's just to let them know they irritated you, or it could just be that your mouth slipped. Sorry!
deceitful: <user name="deceitful"> (but possibly better)

peter hale | teen wolf

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-20 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
griefbeard: (Default)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ preferences for what kind of biting? or should we go straight for The Bite ]
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (Default)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-20 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh god well throat + hip in any type look good, but i am also so down for The Bite, so go for whatever pings you most! ]
griefbeard: ([beard] tired)

ugh, i can't miss an opportunity to hurt Chris. i'm terrible.

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That the next attack came after they talked to Gerard confirmed, for Chris at least, that his father was at the center of everything and had been all along.

It was a simple trip out for groceries. He was loading the trunk when they came up behind him and knocked him out before Chris could get a hand on a weapon. When he woke up he was in the burned out shell of the Hale house basement. It had really fallen apart since the last time Chris had been here. He recognized the hunter standing over him as an old ally. They had been on hunts together. He had trusted him to watch his back because he was absolutely loyal to the Argent name.

To Gerard Argent.

"I bet he kills you really slow," Chris said with a grin. "He's going to make you scream."

"I'm going to give his head to your father as a trophy. Then we're going after the McCall kid."

Chris jerked forward and got shot twice in the chest for it. He slumped back, sucking in air and blood with each breath. Alone like this there was much he could do, Chris knew that. His father had got what he wanted: the weakest Argent was dead.

Well, dying right now with a former ally standing over him looking triumphant.
deceitful: hollow-art (the next time)

NO I LOVE IT, poor chris though

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Call it justified paranoia, but when Chris was late in returning from his grocery run, Peter didn't waste any time in calling him for an ETA. When his calls went unreturned, he checked the GPS signal of his SUV and drove to its coordinates. He found it abandoned in the parking lot, trunk open and groceries spilled everywhere. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

There was no time to waste. The random nature of the attacks peppered throughout the past few months left Peter on edge and constantly looking over his shoulder, particularly while Chris was injured. Breaks in vigilance were rare. It's psychological warfare— run a man ragged with paranoia, and something had to give eventually. Peter certainly wasn't infallible. So when Chris finally recovered, he'd relented and stopped his constant hovering over his shoulder. Dropped his guard slightly.

And now he was paying for it. He had his suspicions as to who was behind this— he'd seen how Gerard looked at Chris during their visit, heard the vitriol in his words. Leaving him alive was a mistake— one that he would fix after he found Chris.

He didn't waste any time. The hunt was on.

And he's quick to find Chris, but a step too late, the last echoes of the gunshots eclipsed by his roar. The element of surprise was on his side; he batted the hunter into the wall with a sickening crunch, making straight for Chris instead. Blood was thick in the air, agitation threatening to claw its way out of his chest.

"Chris," he said, leaning over him, voice wavering, "Chris—"

The wound was obvious, red spilling over his shirt and staining his hands red when he pressed his palms over it, white-faced, eyes still inhumanly red. He knew what he had to do: life or death was now, with backup god knows how much longer away. "You know what I have to do."
griefbeard: ([beard] injured)

he does get the short end of the stick

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
The roar made something swell inside Chris. Peter's paranoia came through again even though he had told him it would be fine. It was just groceries. With no activity for weeks he thought it would be fine. Apparently, Peter didn't think the same thing. If he had just been there a little bit sooner...

There wasn't much life left in him to save. Chris struggled to get his eyes open, to see Peter looming over him. The red eyes of an alpha staring him down but the pale, terrified face of his lover right there. He couldn't even reach out and comfort him because his hands were still tied behind his back.

"I always thought you liked biting me a little too much," he muttered. A little bit of blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. It tasted hot, coppery, even though Chris himself felt almost painfully cold. Dying like this was what the expected out of his life.

Chris had the energy to tilt his head back to expose his neck. Peter had a chance to save him with the bite. It would either kill him or take. He wasn't sure which one would be best at this point.
deceitful: (remember that time)

all the time! sometimes i'm surprised he's still alive in canon

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
No laughter forthcoming, the situation too dire for him to muster up the necessary sound. The truth was that he'd wanted this. Wanted to bite Chris for some time now, for the myriad of reasons he'd given him in their arguments over it. But now that he had the chance, he wished it hadn't come to this. There was no telling what would happen, with the life already sapping out of Chris.

The bite was a risk even on someone younger, healthier. Without any further options, his hand was forced. He wouldn't let Chris die here. Not yet.

Sliding a hand between Chris's shoulders, he cradled him carefully. Bent his head for a kiss that left his lips bloodied. He could hear the rush of his heart beneath the vulnerable arch of his neck, knew exactly where to bite.

"I still need you," he said, in an echo of what he's told him time and again, "So don't even think of dying on me yet."

Fangs dropping, he bit down hard and deep, the flood of Chris's blood in his mouth hot and almost sweet.
griefbeard: ([beard] tired)

but he made it and got a happy ending. good for him.

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
The bite sent a bolt of pain through him. Chris jerked, his legs twitching in an instinctive need to fight back. Instead, he closed his eyes and let whatever life had in store for him happen. A part of him wished that Peter would have said something else, that he loved him instead of just needing him.

At first he thought it wasn't going to happen. He was so damn cold and the pain wasn't going away. He could feel his blood spilling into Peter's mouth and everything was spinning. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to just take him away. Then his body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

This time when he jerked against Peter it was against the burning sensation going through his body. Was this the bite? Was it killing him or taking? Chris didn't know. He had never thought to ask what it felt like. He gritted his teeth against it and tried to ride out the pain and heat.
deceitful: hollow-art (holy shit i broke all my icons)

6B HASN'T HAPPENED YET THOUGH, there's still time for someone to die

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Putting into words whatever he felt for Chris in this situation seemed not only foreboding, but too much like a goodbye. Dangerous, to reveal that last bit of vulnerability when he was on the cusp of losing what he had. He wasn't ready. Even if he had said it, if Chris died, it would've died along with him. Would he regret not saying it?

Well, he had plenty of regrets already.

Under most circumstances, the bite was gradual. Today, spurred by adrenaline and the body clinging to whatever it could to live, the change would be quicker. Like an uncontrollable forest fire burning through the old foliage and undergrowth for something new to take place. There's no scientific explanation of how the bite worked, only that it did or it didn't.

"Let it happen, Chris. You can do it. You won't die here, not like this. You're strong enough to pull through." Releasing Chris, he cupped the back of his head, keeping him from thrashing about wildly, white-knuckled from trying not to clutch him too tightly and failing terribly. Fear ate at him, his eyes fixed on Chris. When he put his mouth to his ear, his voice was tight, cracked. "I can't do this without you. I can't replace you."
griefbeard: ([self] mouth)

i like to live in denial about my favs. they all live happily ever after. the end.

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Peter's voice seemed to come from very far away. It was there. Chris could hear him but it didn't sound like he was right there against his ear. If his hands had been free he would have clutched at him, held on to him like an anchor to keep himself from getting lost in all of it.

Healing was not a pretty process. Old injuries, aching joints, the bite fixed everything though it prioritized the gunshot wounds in his chest. It hurt. A lot. Along with the massive increase in body temperature his entire physiology was changing. Nothing about this was pleasant. Why anyone would ask for this Chris couldn't understand. He gritted his teeth and focused on breathing. He kept breathing, a process that got easier and easier as time went on.

Time stopped meaning anything for Chris. He focused on one breath after another. That was how he measured his time until he could finally open his eyes and look at Peter. The bite had taken. Chris' eyes were now a bright, rich amber color. He was a werewolf now.
deceitful: hollow-art (your girlfriends)

you have no idea how tempted i was to kill peter during the alpha plot

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Eventually, some part of him remembered there was more he needed to do than kneel in the dilapidated basement of the old Hale house, especially when it was liable to crumble around them at any moment. The hunter had to be dealt with. Chris needed to be secured. Malia arrived on scene sometime, Peter taking stock of her long enough to ask her to keep an eye on the hunter. He'd deal with him later.

At the first sign of the bite taking, he reached around and sliced the bonds restraining Chris, scooping him up with great care into his arms and moving him to the car. It took effort, the instability of Chris's changing body, bones and muscle breaking and reforming making it difficult, but he had strength plenty. And better somewhere else than the house, where reinforcements could come in at any time while Chris was at his most vulnerable. It wouldn't do.

He didn't stop until they were back and safe in the apartment, depositing Chris on the bed without a care for the sheets. The shift took time. But it was taking, and Chris would live. That very thought loosened the knot in his chest, Peter left to do not much more than watch over Chris as he turned, the murmur of his voice accompanied by the careful caress of his hands over Chris.

A sigh left him in a gust when Chris opened his eyes, his own flashing in return. Abandoning further decorum, he pressed forward, burying his face against the crook of his neck and breathing in deeply.
griefbeard: ([beard] concern)

ha ha, we are so mean to these two

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
It took a second for Chris to realize he was in his own bed. Then it took another second for the new, heightened senses to kick in and they kicked in hard. Luckily, the new collection of instincts and personality that was his werewolf side recognized the scents of him and Peter and knew that meant safety.

"Hi," he said softly, too weak to do anything more than turn his body towards Peter. His feelings for the werewolf were already deep and intense but Chris felt another pull now to the alpha. He truly understood the pack bond between werewolves for the first time and it was a real, living thing.

God, he had killed werewolves and ended that.

"Where's the hunter?" he asked, "How did we get here?"

The last thing he remembered was the Hale house and Peter's voice. Right now, he could even hear his heart beating and the air smelled strangely sour. Fear? Had Peter been afraid for him?
deceitful: <user name="deceitful"> (than being forgotten)

it's been great and i've loved it

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Beyond afraid. Terrified was apt, in hindsight. He hadn't realised just how attached he'd grown to Chris until the instance he looked into his eyes as they dulled, the blood loss and trauma taking its toll on him. And then he'd reached out, grasping, clutching, biting, determined to keep Chris with him, no matter what it took. What he would've done if he'd lost him— if he'd lost yet someone else-

Chris was to blame for the resurgence of human emotion within him. After the fire, after his death and return, it'd been so easy to stop caring. He was cold, ashes with the embers burned out, nothing remaining. A half life. Nowadays, his blood sang in his veins, every breath that he took and every beat of his heart reminding him he was still here, and that he'd managed to rebuild something for himself despite all odds.

"Malia has him, I drove us," he said, pulling back to examine Chris again. Relief was like a cool breeze on a dry, hot day, and Chris had to smell it all over Peter, the scent replacing the sour stink of fear.

He brushed his fingers over Chris's cheek. "Your eyes are beautiful."
griefbeard: ([beard] eyebrow)

it has been just the most excellent

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
The world with scents was just a little distracting. Peter smelled so good. It wasn't just the sudden clearing of the fear but in general. He could pick up on his own scent and that was all over Peter, mixed together and it was... well Chris understood why Peter scented him all the damn time.

"Flatter me later," he said with a grunt as he pushed up, calling on any strength his body could find. "He's dangerous. Malia isn't prepared for someone like him. We need to get back there."

He understood Peter needing to get him somewhere safe but there was no way Malia was enough to watch over the hunter who had tried to kill him. She was strong but she was still just a kid and not familiar with hunters in the same way the rest of the pack was.

Chris wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt by that bastard.
deceitful: (has left my abilities somewhat)

it really has! i can't thank you enough for indulging me

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop," he said sharply, planting his palm square on Chris's chest and pushing both to keep him down and as a measure of his strength. If he could put up some measure of resistance, then he'd let him up and take him along to finish off the hunter. Peter suspected he wouldn't be, not so soon after turning and healing the injuries he sustained. "What you need now is to rest. You've had a hard time today."

Not to mention he'd thrown the hunter hard enough to have cracked a few bones. "I knocked him out, and Malia can take care of herself for a little bit longer. You, on the other hand, are in no state to go gallivanting around. Do you think you'll be able to control yourself once you see the hunter? Because I'm planning on rending him limb from limb, and it'll be nothing but blood in the water for you."

Rage and bloodlust combined into one made for a dangerous test of control, especially since Chris had been a werewolf for all of a few hours.

yeah it's gonna be great

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-21 23:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-21 23:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 01:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-22 01:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 02:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-22 02:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 02:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-22 02:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 03:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-22 03:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 04:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-22 04:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 12:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-22 23:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-22 23:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 01:58 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 02:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 02:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 02:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 03:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 03:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 03:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 03:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 03:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 04:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 04:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 04:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 04:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 13:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-23 19:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-23 23:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-24 00:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-24 00:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-24 01:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-24 01:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-24 01:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-24 01:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-24 01:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-24 01:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] deceitful - 2017-03-24 04:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] griefbeard - 2017-03-24 12:36 (UTC) - Expand
deathwailer: efficio ♡   D N T ! (Default)

[personal profile] deathwailer 2017-03-20 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tempted as usual. feel free to decline, though, i swear i won't take it personally seeing as i still owe like three things, haha. any ideas? ]
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (Default)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ i am always down to play! as for ideas, depends on the tone of what you want to do! ]
deathwailer: efficio ♡   D N T ! (Default)

[personal profile] deathwailer 2017-03-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ OOC / i'm not sure if they've reached the point yet where he himself would do any kind of preemptive teasing, including bites, but oddly enough what came to mind with them is *the bite*, that he'd given her years before. maybe something spurs up with the connection, she doesn't know why, he doesn't know why, and he kind of haunts her in a sense? unconsciously or even while she's awake, too, except maybe it's not intentional or his own doing this time, just something between what he'd implanted within her when she'd been bitten/given his memories?

i totally just pulled that from the depths of my brain lmao i have no idea where it came from, but it could also offer up something interesting plot wise to develop them other than physically! ]
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (Default)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: i can jump on that idea! i think unconscious might be more plausible than anything, but so like some weird feedback maybe, or even dream/memory spillover? i think as far as ~*~reasons~*~ for why it's happening now rather than later could be because of their recent proximity & i guess maybe this would be a bit of reach, because of the full moon or something OR BOTH. ]
deathwailer: efficio ♡   D N T ! (Default)

[personal profile] deathwailer 2017-03-21 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ OOC / definitely both. his memories spilling over into some corners of her dreams/more logically, nightmares, would probably have her immediately assuming he's trying to invade her mentally again, which would spur a classic defense from her as it would in anyone. but maybe the connection even goes beyond that? like maybe he gets glimpses of her memories, too, even if not as tattered. the things she's suffering with on the inside, allison, aiden, the full lash of her grief, etc.

honestly them just being around one another and especially indulging physically probably just opens a lot of synapses that lydia had purposefully shut off, or believe she had, after everything had happened with bringing peter back. me, on some crazy shit: if they even met unconsciously. i need to stop, omg. BUT I'M ON BOARD WITH THIS, and totes up for reading up on some lore stuff as to what happens with these kind of connections, and we could make up some stuff of our own, too. ]
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (Default)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: sounds good to me, if you want to do a reverse where he's getting her memories, or a simultaneous thing, idk. peter hale, inundated by real people feelings via lydia, this absolutely couldn't go wrong. i don't even know where to start or what to google lmao as far as reading up on these kinds of connections go, usually i just make shit up as i go, but i can take a look around too.

that being said, do you want to start, or shall i? ]
deathwailer: efficio ♡   D N T ! (Default)

[personal profile] deathwailer 2017-03-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ OOC / if anything maybe he'd feel a sliver of the frustration she does, lol. i could definitely start if you prefer! though it might include her storming in, to the loft i assume, since neither she nor i knows where else peter would be on his own. unless thats given away within her memories, which would likely piss peter off haha. location revealed, *shrug emoji*. it might be alit more with fear than anger, tho probably a mix of both.

where/how were you thinking of starting it? it'd be interesting to see his take on everything he's seeing/experiencing as well. basically... i'm indecisive, and up for anything. ]
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (Default)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: i was actually going to start it within the memory, but thinking on that that'd be difficult lmao, so i'm down for the loft scenario! i think i can work in his take on everything within that anyway. therefore, if you could start us off, that'd be great! ]
deathwailer: <user name="bangparty"> (pic#11093554)

[personal profile] deathwailer 2017-03-26 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a vicious knot within her chest that only hums darkly of his name, twin fists about her lungs, hugging impossibly tight around everything tender, everything vital within her as limbs desperately cross territory of the loft. there's an adrenaline that's iced her veins, ignoring the burn to her breaths, how her cheeks are flooded with a lurid blush, cherry locks disheveled from her braid as hollow steps draw nearer, treading through the darkened building.

she knows he's here; he's always here, and already fear-slick demands wait at the bed of her tongue, rage brimming from a figure too petite to manifest it's true potency. the moment she reaches that glaring, large steel door before her she's giving a tug at it's handle, surprised for once to find it's lock slotted into place; but she doesn't have the patience to wait, nor knock, favoring instead for the edge of her fist to pound at it's center, a single rap she knows will be deafening to the acute senses of whom stalked indoors. ]
deceitful: (11169084)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ lydia martin is at his door.

or more accurately, at derek's door. peter hears the mechanical whirr of the elevator before the furious clack of her heels on concrete, the stride unmistakable. but it's so much more than that. it's an awareness in the periphery of his mind, like a little piece of lydia martin is in him that when confronted with the whole, strains to rejoin it. he always knows when she's near, in short.

he's already at the door by the time she knocks, book left abandoned on the coffee table. the door rolls open in one smooth movement, peter standing in the threshold with one eyebrow raised at her. she's a rare caller around these parts unless absolutely necessary, but— well, he thinks he has an idea of why she's here. ]

Lydia. To what do I owe the pleasure?