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danceswithsourwolves replied to your post:i want to add textures to my icons to make them...

If you make a Photoshop action you can do all of them overnight.

...how exactly?

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Stiles usually let Lydia lead in their relationship. She laid down the rules. She told him what to do. She told him when to pleasure her and when he could come. But after following her instructions, feeding off of and killing whoever she so pleased, he always got a little bit bolder. He tested her patience and disobeyed, sometimes to see what she’d do or, other times, just because he wanted to touch her freely. This time it was the latter.

When he stepped in the shower, he wasn’t expecting her to touch him first, tender and loving, not how she usually was after the thrill of a kill. She was usually fierce, demanding—frankly, he found it sexy. But, she was coming down from the adrenaline high, and he loved it when Lydia showed her tender side. He melted into it, reveled in it. He loved everything she had to give him, and everything he was permitted to take.

"You missed a spot," Stiles said lowly, leaning down to kiss a blood stain adorning her neck. Blood always looked beautiful on her, contrasted against her snow white skin and matching her curtains of ginger locks. His still-bloodstained hands wandered down her waist and her hips, as he peppered kisses along her neck and to her jaw. "I like it when you’re bossy."

When the blood started to wash away, so did the rest of it - it was a mask, what she wore when they weren't like this. She preferred it this way though, when she could allow herself to be who she really was, could let the blood soak into clothes that she'd never wear again and could grin up at Stiles the moment he was finished, a body on the floor with no life left inside of it. They were both like this, both needed it - it was who they were, behind all the appearances and the way they acted around other people.

Eyebrows raised at Stiles' words, confusion drawing over her features until she felt lips against her neck. A slow exhale was sounded and her eyes fell closed, hand moving up from his face to curl into his hair. The other went to his back, a grin splitting her face as she heard his words. Nails dug into his skin, dragging downwards along his spine. Lydia didn't care about making marks on him; people already thought they were having sex, and they weren't exactly wrong. It hadn't been like that at first, even though she'd implied it from the moment Stiles had been reeled in.

"You like it?" It was too easy to switch it back on, even though she was trying to get back into a 'normal' mindset, relax and compose herself before they were forced to go back to reality. It was only the two of them though, Lydia could let it go on longer. Her grip in his hair tightened, pulled his head up and pressed her open mouth against the side of his. "You like it when I tell you what to do?"

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Hearing the bathroom door open and close, Lydia turned for her eyes to land upon Stiles. Her eyebrows raised at him, nothing said as he rid of his clothes, getting into the shower next to her as though this were a regular thing they done. They showered alone, Lydia insisted upon it, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen today. 

The sink was smothered with red from their hands, and she’d barely been in there for a few minutes and Stiles… Stiles was a hell of a lot worse than she was. Lydia loved it though; loved watching him, loved the adrenalin and the emotions that came from it. She loved it all.

But she sighed regardless at the expression he had, the fact he hadn’t said anything - so she stepped closer, one hand pressing over his chest as the other went to his face. Lydia let a frown curl down her face as she dragged her thumb under his eye. “You have blood on your face,” she answered in response to the question that hadn’t been asked. “and even though I like it on you, doesn’t mean I can let you get out with it still there.”

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danceswithsourwolves replied to your post:parrish/lydia/stiles lydia/malia with stiles...

Sharing is caring

it's okay in a threeway~~

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danceswithsourwolves replied to your post “danceswithsourwolves replied to your post “hums b/c i have no idea...”

curls up with because real life, bills, oh god i'm graduating in 8 months and then i have to get a /job/

oh god don't even say these things no shhhhhh 

everyone i know is having kids or being rly successful already and i'm like "i don't even have a social life what" no thanks 

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danceswithsourwolves replied to your post “hums b/c i have no idea what i am doing”

basically me in every aspect of my life

whines about it forever and flops on

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We need a Peter Hale for the destructive sandwich ok? Ok

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Corruption { danceswithsourwolves }

Lydia was always smart, always that slightest bit uncaring, and she could put the two together for a deadly combination. Only it wasn't just a lack of empathy; layers within her that hadn't been uncovered, hidden away until she could find someone... someone that she could actually rely on, trust with this. That she could manipulate, corrupt, into doing what she wanted of them. It wouldn't be hard, once she found 'the one'. Everyone always told her that she had a pretty face, that she could make all the boys in town trail after her as long as she battled her eyelashes and smiled at them nicely enough. Lydia just had to wait it out - Jackson wasn't the right man, and she didn't know who would be... It was just a matter or waiting it out.

Stiles though, Stiles was... Different. Annoying, infuriating and managed to wind her up in every possible way even though they were friends, could have been more on more than just one occasion. It was the last time she rejected him that she began to... notice things. Thing that she'd read about in the bestiary that she'd stolen from Allison's home over a few weeks ago, unknown to the hunter. He was possessing qualities of something-- something specific, and Lydia didn't know how to confirm it, didn't know if he even knew. So she had to be careful about it. She had to bat her eyelashes, smile prettily and twirl her hair around her fingers - and so it was what she done, a grin painted on her face as she walked over to the taller teenager. "Hey, Stiles." She all but purred upon reaching him.