Banshee

Lydia Martin Portrayed by Jane. Mun and Muse 18+

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I haven't been very active on here but I miss my baby so consider this a starter call!

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“I am an alpha. You, runt, are beneath me.”

“I could tear out your throat in seconds.” 

“You dare to defy your alpha?” 

“Speak against me again and see what I’ll do to you.” 

“Omegas are pathetic.” 

“Bare your throat to me.”

“Stop fighting me!” 

“See? This is what your kind is made for.”

“Why don’t you roll over and show your stomach, like the pitiful omega you are?”

“I’m an omega, not your whore.” 

“Look at all the slick on your thighs.” 

“I hunted you down once, I’ll do it again. You’re mine.”

“Are you going to run from me? Fight me? Go on. I love a good struggle.” 

“You don’t have a choice in this, we all have roles.” 

“You don’t own my body, I own my body!” 

“Hands off, alpha. Never learn any self-control?”

“On your stomach, bitch.” 

“I don’t care if you’re ready, you’re going to take my knot.” 

“You look a little lost, omega.”

“Why don’t you shut your mouth and open your legs.” 

“I don’t need your help, alpha. I can protect myself.”

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devoursflesh:

Forrest sat back in the passenger seat, pulling the belt over his chest and waist before clicking into into place. His green eyes moving to watch her hand as she turned the music off, although he found her question pointless. Surely she had to know the answer already. His gaze scrolling up to her face, he could tell she was bothered by something but he assumed it had something to do with what she was and his own presence. 

“….flesh.” he finally answered, simple and a bit cryptic. He did not say what kind of flesh as he felt she could figure that out on her own. He turned to glance back out the window, he watched the blurred imagery of the outside as the car whipped by. A silence settling between them. He’d let her ask her questions, but it still made him nervous, explaining it all. 

He could already tell the girl was the sort to judge and he knew his story was one many could. “…mind if I smoke?” he finally asked, only turning his head in her direction slightly, more so she could hear him properly but not actually making further eye contact. 

Flesh. Of course. That had a couple things definitely ruled out and it meant she knew where to start when it came to looking at the different creatures. She cleared her throat, giving a nod of her head in response to him. “Yeah, just try not to get any ashes on the seats. Stiles would throw a fit if he thought I was smoking.” She replied.

The nicotine likely helped soothe the hunger. That’s what she expected anyway, since he’d been smoking when she found him holding his stomach. But there was the question as to how he managed to find the flesh to soothe the hunger.

Of course it was murder.. It was the perfect reasoning as to the violent amounts of death that surrounded him. Murder does that. But it wouldn’t just be a bit of murder, excessive amounts of it to keep him from being too hungry over the years. Not even Peter Hale had such a bad aura of death around him. Not even she did. This was the first time it had happened.

“You know, theres probably a way to continue supplying flesh for you that doesn’t involve killing anyone..” She said after a moment. “Scott’s mom works at the Hospital.. There are Jane Does there all the time, you could probably live off of them..”

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❤️ //Scott\\

She’d been attempting to sleep peacefully, curled up with the larger mans arms around her. It was suppose to be some harmless cuddling after Lydia had a bad night. Something to comfort her after being in such a low spot. It was early in the next morning, but thats when she felt it. The hardness pressing against the curve of her ass. For a second, she was unaware of what it was exactly, and had shifted around a couple times, but the noise that left him let her know exactly what it was, followed by the slightly harder pressing. “Mm. Maybe we should.. Get up..”

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❛ And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. ❜

Oh stop.. You’ll make me blush.

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❛ We done a lot of things we’re not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew. ❜

You need to get some control before I have to kick your ass. You’re going to get arrested.

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❛ My little baby, out to destroy people! ❜

Can you not do that when I’m about to go kill people.

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(Positive give away) You’re a wonderful rper and an amazing Mun. It’s always a pleasure to see you on my dash and to read your rp. It’s great to follow you or/ and to interact with you. Never forget that you’re amazing, and that people like interacting with you and stalking your blog. I’m happy that I follow you really. You’re a precious friend

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‘💍’

She was trying to collect her things. She’d managed to wiggle her way into the button up shirt she’d been wearing the night before and was desperately searching for the shorts she had been too. “Oh my god. I can’t believe that happened. We need to do something about this, immediately - Derek get up.”

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Whoops 💍

There should really be a breathalyzer test before the Elvis impersonator marries two people. There really should be. Because then, if there was, stuff like this wouldn’t happen. Lydia was sat up with her back against the headboard, observing the most likely fake silver ring that had been planted on her finger. This was not how she expected her honeymoon to be.

Her eyes drifted over to Malia, brows raising. “Just wait until Scott and Stiles find out about this.”

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💍

She didn’t remember a whole lot about last night, but she definitely remembered getting hitched with Erica in some shady wanna-be-church in Las Vegas. The cheap looking ring on her finger made the notion all the more believable.

She sat up in the bed, her hands smoothing down over her face until they were on her respective shoulders. “What the hell did we get ourselves into..”