#dark!stallison

[hullabelugawhale]

I don't think y'all know how much of a thing I have for dark!stallison It's dangerous

[daywavves]

Heads will Roll

Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order and everything becomes chaos.

Sleepwalking - The casket girls // Demons - Sleigh Bells // Sail - AWOLNATION // Eyes on Fire (Zeds Dead remix) - Blue Foundation // Blood Gets Thin - Pete and the Pirates // Standing in the Way of Control -  Gossip // Creator - Santigold // Blood on Our Hands (Justice remix) - Death from Above 1979 // Heads will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs // Where is my mind (Dubstep remix) - The Pixies

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[fotrunamajor-blog]

nogitsune!stallison fucking on a counter (◕‿◕✿)

while someone's withering on the floor dying (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

[lycaonthropic]

Stiles' dark eyes flick around the room, sharp and pleased. There are bodies littering the floor. The scent of death and destruction is heavy and pungent in the smoke filled air around him, and he breathes it in, closing his eyes as petite, slender fingers trail across his shoulders.

"It's beautiful," she whispers, finally walking around to his front and facing him. He smirks down at Allison as she leans up, hand fisting in his shirt as she brushes lips over his. "Ever the artist."

"It's all for you," he grinds out, hands gripping her hips as he shoves her back roughly. A small puff of air escapes her lungs as her back hits the wall, and her eyes glitter into his with a small laugh. "Now we both know that's a lie." 

He leans in and kisses her roughly in response, all teeth and brutality. She moans anyway and lets him for a bit, before finally pulling back with a hiss, biting his neck and reaching down to rip the fly on his jeans down.

"God, this is always so much better in human form," she pants out, pulling his cock out and squeezing a strangled groan from him. "Always so dirty; so primal."

He bites her bottom lip and sucks on it as he fucks into her hand, fumbling at her jeans for a moment before finally ripping them away in sheer frustration. These fingers are too long and clumsy normally, but he knows exactly how to put them to good use. As they find her clit, she lets out an undignified whimper, biting back at his lip harshly and sucking at the blood she raises.

"You taste so fucking...so fucking innocent," she laughs out breathlessly, near hysterics as two fingers shove into her, sliding and crooking in a maddening rhythm. "You've never gotten one so pure before, I love it..."

"So disgustingly pure..." he agrees, pulling his fingers away. It's met by a small, irritated noise in the back of her throat, but it's replaced by a gasping, needy cry when he shoves into her in one smooth thrust. "He's dreamed about this," he whispers, breath hitching as he pulls back and thrusts in hard, earning him a choked back moan. "In his bed at night. I wonder how he'll feel now, knowing he finally got to fuck his best friend's first love."

Allison lets out a sob as his thrusts speed up, pounding in so hard and deep that she slides up the wall. "He'll -" he tries, gasping as his body shudders, getting closer. "He'll dream about this even when he doesn't want to," he struggles, and she presses her cheek to his, nodding, vigorous and eager, encouraging him to keep going, keep talking. "And so will she. They'll see each other, and..."

He drags lips over her jaw to brush across her lips as he stares in her eyes. "...and they'll remember how incredible this felt. And it'll be like...like a drug..." His hand comes down, and his thumb rubs furiously at her clit as his hips stutter up into her. "...they won't be able to resist." The last word his sharp and hissed out as he his hips come to a jerking, twitching stop buried deep inside her, and she tosses her head back with a low cry, body tightening and shuddering all around him.

The shame and despair their hosts radiate feels better than any orgasm ever could.

[stilesetumbrasumus]

lacedsilver

                                                 Cute.

              He thinks she needs permission. Moon rises at the edge of her blade, babe. Tip kissing freckled jawline, edge angling face just so, broken chestnut flavored irises ravenous, drinking in her counterpart.  Modern day Bonnie and Clyde, with a twist. Acts committed, gratuitous in nature. Two shattered souls finding refuge in one another.                             —-….pleasure in carnage, gratification as radiance reflected in eyes of victims snuffs out. There’s nothing she’d deny him, her body, blade, heart. What’s left of it that is. Worst sort’ve fucked up. Pathological.                 Fresh blood wells, trickling free, tongue greedily lapping at the minor flesh wound. Pearly whites scrape up, catching at his jaw, digging in, dagger tracing it’s path shearing free edges of crimson coated cotton. Mouth frees itself, nose sliding across cheek, nuzzling at ear, words a sickly sweet whisper to the ears.

                                      “Fuck me first.”

     On the contrary. He knows she doesn't. But he wants to give it anyway. Wants to let her know that every drop of his blood she spills, every rake of her nails against his skin, every press of her teeth, every touch of her blade- it only succeeds in driving him wild.        The blade kisses his skin and draws blood and he hisses, in pleasure, not in pain, soul so beaten and rent out of shape that the simple slice of the blade against his skin transfers to pleasure, skittering down his spine and curling in his stomach into pure need, followed by her tongue, removing the blood in a long lick.       Clothes fall from his skin in blood covered shreds as her knife slices through them easily, pressing against his skin, but not cutting. Not this time. not yet. Fingers return the favour, pulling at her clothes, wishing he had a knife of his own but settling for pulling them up and off her body. 

                    "Your wish. My command."