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[3.1k] or, void understands you. he can help you. he isn’t scared of you or what you are. you just have to let him set you free. (smut)
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“Look at you,” he cooed softly, his hands running over your exposed skin with a feather-like touch. “So pretty when you listen, little dove.”
“Please,” you whimpered out, your voice was breathy and soft and he loved it. He loved the way your glossy eyes stared up at him, the way your cheeks were flushed and your lips raw and the way your whole body responded to him.
“Good girl using her manners now, hm?” he murmured with an amused huff as his fingers trailed over the plain of your stomach, smirking a little when your body twitched under his touch. “What would they say if they saw you right now?”
“I—” you gasped when you felt his hand grip your thigh, keeping your legs open and spread just for him.
“They’re scared of you,” he told her as his eyes caught hers. His stare was intense and deep and made her squirm beneath him. “They don’t understand you and they never will, little dove. They don’t understand people like you and me.”
And despite your better judgement, the snide remark slipped past your lips. “And you do?”
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SAW YOUR END. void stiles
description. it's hard not to give into the Nogitsune. he does have the face of your favorite person, after all
includes. DARK CONTENT 18+, SMUT 18+, SLIGHT DUBCON (r wants it but for safe measures), fem! reader, impact play, choking, degradation, stiles is possessed, forced impregnation, baby trapping (kinda), snowballing, reader is secretly in luv with stiles, implied that stiles is present, some angst, title from 'cherry waves' by deftones
wc: 4.5k+
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He’s more intimidating up close than you would’ve thought.
You’ve been telling yourself that if faced with the shell of your best friend, you could handle yourself. The Nogitsune doesn’t fight. He plots, plans, weakens you with words alone. And you thought this was something you could control. No amount of taunts or insults or manipulation could catch you off guard.
But you somehow forgot that while he would slowly weaken your resolve, he would be wearing the face and body and voice of your best friend. You hadn’t considered that this would make you weak in and of itself, heart already thudding loudly behind your chest when you saw those amber eyes, mouth dry when he spoke your name, hands shaking with the desire to meet him in the middle when he reached out for you.
You find yourself to be more fragile than you thought, lip quivering and eyes welling up when his gaze hardens instead of softens. Your entire body trembling when he starts his slow torture, words perfectly chosen to hit the spots of you that will be most affected.
He’s unpredictable, possibly completely predictable if you’d been thinking with the parts of you that excelled in reason instead of the parts that excelled in emotion.
But his unpredictable nature leaks into his actions, his desires, as his taunts turn from ones to break you down to ones that are designed to have you as putty in his hands. Promises to give you your deepest desires, ones you were previously sure that no one other than yourself and your diary knew. Claims that he could fulfill your wishes if you would just give in.
It all sounds too good to be true, too simple and sweet and perfect. But again, rationale isn’t your strong suit at this point, so you’re standing before him, chest pressed to his, sooner than you realize it.
Heads tilted, lips closing in on the others, tips of noses brushing until they poke at the others cheek as lips finally press together.
Chapped pillows against moisturized, teeth clacking and spit swapping. It’s easy for you to forget that this is a trick, that this is all an elaborate scheme, while he kisses you like he wants it.
The Nogitsune kisses you as if he’s trying to actually devour you. He sucks your saliva up as it pools between your mouths, he licks around your mouth and tongues at your bones, his hands claw at your body to pull you tighter and closer to him until you can feel the muscle tone of Stiles’ body.
The grip he has on your waist –– slightly conservative as he almost refuses to venture down to your lower back –– has you stumbling, leaving your hands with nowhere else to go other than Stiles’ shirt.
Stiles has worn this shirt many times before, the cotton relaxed around his muscles. But in the short time that the Nogitsune has been present in it, it’s become distressed, tiny tears in both of the shoulders, the color a little dull from what you can tell.
The tears in the fabric have your hands pressing against Stiles’ bare skin while they fumble along the material. You flinch at the first press, surprised at just how chilled his skin is.
In comparison, you feel like you’re on fire.
Your body burns where he touches you, yet the parts his form doesn’t reach is unbearably cold, similar to his own body. You need him everywhere and nowhere all at once. You want what he can give you and resent the idea simultaneously.
Two wars raging in your mind, knocking around your head until you have a pressure and a fog that demands your attention.
Instead, you focus on reality.
You focus on the bulge that presses against denim to reach you. You focus on the thigh coming between yours. You focus on the damp feeling in your shorts, pressed warmly against your cunt.
Stiles’ thigh presses against your center and you sigh contentedly, eyebrows relaxing from their cinched position as you subtly start to submit in the Nogitsune’s hold. He breathes in when you breathe out, taking in every breath that you let out like you’re feeding them to him. He groans when you groan, echoing you.
You’re lost in his movements, trying to decipher why he does what he does while also trying to enjoy the feeling, creating too much for your head to handle, and suddenly –– without realizing it –– you’re walking backwards, legs bumping into your bed, knees bending and body falling back to thud against the mattress.
The Nogitsune doesn’t follow you. Instead, he stands at the edge, looking down at you. His eyes are dark and empty as they stare at your body from head to toe. Suddenly, you’re self conscious about his opinion, your tiny brain convincing you that the opinion of the Nogitsune correlates to that of Stiles. You shrink in on yourself, legs glued together at the knee, drawing up to your chest as you attempt to hide.
The Nogitsune isn’t having it.
He tuts, the bed dipping at the end under his weight as he kneels. Two rough and large hands find your bare knees and you shiver, both thankful and regretful that you’d decided on your smallest pair of shorts for the night as you’d previously been completely unaware and unable to guess that your night would take a turn like this.
“Don’t hide from me.” It’s an order, one you wouldn’t dream of disobeying, fear of what would happen if you did preventing you from doing so. Either way, he’s spreading your legs open himself as he says it until they’re wide enough to welcome him in.
He takes your forced spread as an invitation from you, shuffling forward until he’s completely situated between your legs. The Nogitsune’s hands press into the pillow beneath you, strong forearms belonging to Stiles caging you in. He stares down at you, analyzing your reaction as he slots one thigh between both of yours, the other resting on the outside of your left leg.
“Pretty little thing like you,” he says, head tilting as his analyzing gaze shifts to one that resembles amazement. Wonder, even.
“Innocent. An angel. Would never hurt a fly.” He’s spitting the words out now as if he doesn’t believe them.
His eyes narrow, glazing over as if he’s not paying attention to you anymore, and then he blinks and you’re the main focus once more. “That’s what he’s telling me. He’s trying to get out, you know. Trying to convince me to stop. He’s begging.” He takes a second, eyes calculating as he watches you for a reaction.
You think you don’t give him one, but there’s one hidden in the minute shifts of your features.
“But you don’t want that, do you?” He comes to a conclusion. “You don’t want me to stop. If you did, you wouldn’t be humping my leg like a bitch in heat.” And you are, your hips having a mind of their own as they push and pull against the material on his legs.
You hadn’t even noticed it was happening, too busy taking in his words as if they’re a form of hypnosis. Maybe they were, because it’s not until he points out your mindless hip movements that you’re fully aware of them, hands clutching at the Nogitsune’s sides as you start to pleasure yourself.
”Want me to please you?” His voice is sickly sweet, a teasing pout on his lips, his eyes faux soft and his thick eyebrows lifted. You know he’s mocking you, it’s evident in his voice and face. But you’re already submitting, wanting just that, and telling him with a sincere nod. “Yeah?” He shouldn’t sound as hot as he does, and you shouldn’t be as horny as you are. But at this point, you’re pushing aside nearly all of your morals, deciding instead to completely give in.
“Yes. Please, Void.”
His face twists into one of surprise at the nickname. “Is that what you all call me? ‘Void’.” You stop, fearing you’d angered the usually cool headed Nogitsune. Until he smiles, slight but enough to be seen, and his hands slide down to your cunt.
“Is that what you’ll call me when I bring you to completion?”
Another nod from you, your hips starting to squirm with impatience. You’re not above begging, as you’ve proven time and time again tonight, but there’s no need.
Void slides his hand down to the waistband of your shorts, separating the elastic from your skin enough to slide his hand beneath the thin layer.
You’re not wearing any panties, something about minimal layers being good for vaginal health. In reality, few layers is best for easy access, proven with the way Void easily slides two fingers through your slit, pushing your lips apart to let you feel the cool air against your center.
Goosebumps raise along your skin, your bedroom suddenly colder than it was before.
“So fucking wet.” His words are nothing but an observation, he’s quite frankly pointing out the obvious. There’s no hidden meanings or underlying intentions woven between the syllables. It’s straightforward.
And that’s probably why you’re so embarrassed about it.
You try to close your legs, shy away from Void, but of course he doesn’t let you.
He uses his free hand to push your knees apart, holding one of them down while his occupied hand flexes as he slides his two fingers down to tease your entrance.
“You can’t hide from me, sweet thing. You know that, don’t you?” This is full of a double meaning. You feel the weight of the words as you start to surrender even more, body weighted into the mattress while Void slides Stiles’ middle finger into your fluttering walls.
There’s barely any reaction, not much of a stretch nor enough stimulation to give you much. So Void adds a second, pushing your walls apart while he inserts.
You hiss, hands instinctively going down to wrap around Void’s wrist. He doesn’t swat your hands away. He lets you wrap your fingers around his wrist, and his eyebrows raise as he waits for you to make a move.
You don’t.
Your hand limply sits curled around a slender wrist, not tight enough to really do anything at all.
Void continues his slow torture, setting a pace for his fingers that leaves so much to the imagination.
What would it be like faster? Could you hear the squelch that way? Do you want it faster? Since that would inevitably bring you to the end at a speed that would easily have you unfulfilled and desiring more.
There’s not much room to think more, however, when Void starts lowering himself, eyes trained on yours while his head steadily moves down.
When he’s above your navel, he presses a kiss right below it, and then his other hand digs into the elastic of your shorts to pull them down. You’re left bare, open, save for Void’s fingers momentarily filling you up.
“Do you taste as good as you look? Hm?” he asks you, voice low and teasing. Completely unaware of the answer, you choose to not answer at all. But Void is determined, pulling his fingers out of you and floating them over to your mouth.
Your lips part easily, without any verbal prompting from him. He slips the digits in, and lets you suck, dark eyes trained on your mouth while you clean the pale skin.
His eyebrows raise to prompt you to answer his question.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” It’s snarky, but spoken like you’ve said the sweetest, most innocent thing in the world, words almost dainty as they saunter out in a single file line from your lips.
He hums, eyes squinting as his lips raise in something that looks like admiration. “Got a mouth on you.”
And then his hands are holding your thighs open as he slots his face between your legs.
The first lick is slow, his tongue flat as he confidently traces it from just above your asshole to just above your clit.
You gasp, not expecting that wide of a trail, and then you melt.
Void’s fingers presses into your thighs as he situates them over his shoulders, giving him the perfect position to devour.
Which, he does.
You don’t know how you expected a dark spirit with thousands of years of age over you to give head, but any expectation you would have had wouldn’t have been nearly as good as it is.
None of the previous ‘best head you’ve ever had’ exists in this room. In this space. In this moment. No conscious thoughts about the possible repercussions you’ll face from finally having Stiles’ head between your thighs, but in the most unconventional way. Nothing exists outside of Stiles’ mouth on your cunt, Void driving his actions as pleasure that knocks the breath out of you is introduced to your system.
Your eyes stick to the ceiling, or they close, fear that if you look down you’ll either cum too fast and cease the best moment of your life, or you’ll be wracked with guilt when poised with Stiles’ eyes peering up at you.
But of course, Void won’t let you off that easily.
His command to look at him is so strong that you don’t even consider disobeying it. Instead, you stare down at him, eyes finding his like opposite ends of a magnet. You prepare for that guilt to make you physically sick. You prepare to get uncomfortably turned off and recoil in on yourself instead of spreading your legs wider for Void.
It doesn’t come.
Instead, you feel weirdly comforted, back arching further and your hand confidently coming down to thread through Stiles’ waves, the dark hair beginning to stick to his forehead with the physical exertion.
Void pulls Stiles’ lips from your center, rosy-pink glistening before he licks them clean. You notice Stiles’ cheeks are turning a similar color and it’s then that something switches in your head.
Suddenly, you see Stiles instead of the Nogitsune. It doesn’t help when you’re sent a smile that feels soft and familiar.
You’re pushed out of your daze by the grate of his voice.
“I bet you’re pretending I’m him, aren’t you?”
He licks up your cunt once more, another long stripe that collects your pooled arousal just before he sucks at your clit.
“Wanna scream his name while I make you cum? Hm?” It’s wrong, but you do.
You nod, the movement small and shy as you wiggle your hips to demand attention. He gives in, pressing his lips back to your sensitive nerve endings. You start to chase your orgasm, grinding your hips against Void’s face as you begin to imagine it’s Stiles between your legs instead. It’s easy to do, especially when his face is shoved in your pussy.
Stiles’ name falls from your lips with a stutter at first, unsure from your tongue as you test it. Void shakes his head. “Say it like you mean it,” he tells you before diving back in.
He bares his teeth and nips on the bud, giving way for the name of the face he wears to push from your chest with more assurance this time.
It’s the same name you moan when Void pushes you over the edge with his mouth alone.
With the post orgasm haze over your mind, bleeding into your body, it’s easier for you to see Stiles more than the Nogitsune.
His face relaxed, the light in your room brightening his dark eyes. His lips pink and swollen and glistening, spreading into a satisfied smile as your breathing starts to level out.
Logic attempts to remind you that no matter how similar they look, this isn’t Stiles. But when Void softens his eyes, his hands shake a little at your side, and his smile lacks cockiness, it’s easier than it should be for you to forget. It’s easy for you to look past the pale skin and purple under eyes and messier-than-it-should-be hair and instead see your best friend. The guy you’ve been pining after since middle school.
“You’re prettier than you know.” Void presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, close to the junction of your pelvis and limb. The action shoves you back to reality, putting you in that post-orgasmic euphoric haze.
“Too pretty for him.” Another kiss. “Should keep you close to me, shouldn’t I?”
Maybe there’s something else affecting you other than your post-orgasm haze, because the thought starts to sound not so bad. You try to nod, but your body is heavy. You’re tired, but your body wants more.
Shamelessly, you start to grind, a pathetic attempt of receiving friction from perhaps the air, since that’s the only thing you’re getting. You feel drunk, confused, and incredibly horny.
A frustrated groan falls from your lips, Void replying in a chuckle.
“What? You want more?”
You muster your strength to nod, and you can’t see it, but you look like the prettiest fucked out thing.
Hair messy atop your head, lips swollen and slick and pouty, eyes glazed over and it looks like you’ll cry if Void turns down your advances. He briefly considers doing so, just to fuck with you, see what you’re like at your weakest, but he figures there’s another way to get you to that point.
Void’s hand slides up your torso, palm wide and calluses rough against your soft body. He rises as he does so, hand cupping your jaw, face hovering over yours as he brings your attention solely to him. You blink dumbly, waiting for his next move.
“You know I’m gonna need something from you, too, baby, right? And not just those pretty sounds you make when you cum.” You stare at him, feeling like it’s all you've been doing this entire encounter. But there are no words, nothing for you to say to him.
You lick your lips and it takes longer than it should for a response to form in your head, each word appearing one at a time. “What … do you need?”
He kisses the side of your neck and then his hand slides down to rest over the area. You stay still, breath sitting in your chest, unmoving.
He sucks in a breath himself, as if he’s taunting you with how relaxed and unphased he is. Suddenly, you begin to feel like trapped prey.
“I need to hurt you, honey.” He tilts his head, eyes scanning over your body, calculating. “Not a lot, just enough to feed myself.” His grip on your throat seems to get tighter, more secure. “That’s okay, right?”
You’re dumb. So fucking dumb and clueless and desperate.
Because you’re nodding, hand pathetically circling Stiles’ wrist when pressure is applied to the sides of your throat.
“That’s a good girl.” He kisses your forehead, and then your cheek is struck.
You gasp, the sound is an instinct from your body. It forces you to breathe, and the airflow combined with the sting from your cheek feels good. You wonder if they’ll be a mark tomorrow, and the thought excites you instead of worries you.
You don’t consider the lie you’ll have to tell Scott or Lydia. You don’t think about how you’ll potentially feel looking in the mirror in the morning. All you think about is how you want Void to do it again.
Especially when he looks like this while he does it: Veins along his arms and neck turning black as he seemingly takes the pain, not away like Scott can, but as Void takes your pain he adds to it. Multiplies it, even.
It’s not filled with gloom, nor despair, but there’s something heavy that feels vaguely uncomfortable from the lack of attention, like an itch that needs to be scratched.
You need more.
Void seems to sense this.
“On all fours,” he instructs you, hand leaving your neck to allow you to do as told.
There’s the sound of shuffling, not just from you. Metal against metal, fabric against fabric. More shuffling, the added weight against the bed is gone, and then hands are pulling you back towards the edge.
There’s barely any wait, any anticipation, before your walls are forcibly stretched.
You wish you could see it, maybe if you were doing it in missionary, but beggars truly can’t be choosers and you’re perfectly fine with taking what you can get.
Void is at least a few inches deep before you consider the option of protection. You bring it up to him, glancing over your shoulder and your voice wobbling as you say it.
Void tuts as if he’s disappointed, shaking his head.
“You don’t want his babies?” He speaks through a pout, the epitome of condescending. “Don’t want to be the whore with her crush’s seed festering in her womb? ‘Cause I think you do.”
His hand presses flat against the middle of your back, pressing you down into the mattress, leaving you with your ass up.
Void bottoms out completely, a hiss sounding through your teeth as you try to adjust as quickly as you can.
He doesn’t give you much grace, instantly setting a pace that has you gasping, pornographic sounds slipping from between your lips. It’s nearly exactly as you’d imagined it, loud with the squelches of you and Void combining in the purest way possible. But it’s dirty, fast and lacking any neatness or grace.
He fucks you just as you expected from him: Mercilessly, with little to no concern for how you feel.
As if to emphasize this, he spanks you, the clap loud to the point where it seems fake. But the sting left behind on your left ass cheek begs to differ.
It’s not long before his thrusts become erratic, most likely from the build up of the entire ordeal. A lack of rhythm becomes present as he fucks you harder, with more intention behind each aggressive snap of his hips into yours. You’re sent further and further into the mattress as he does so, your lips pressing against your definitely sodden sheets. You attempt to maneuver your head to where he can hear you, a plea for him to cum anywhere but inside of you desperately climbing up your throat.
But it gets stuck behind your mouth. Void’s hand presses into the back of your head, forcing your face into the sheets, and just when you feel as if you can’t breathe, his hand wraps around your throat and he pulls you up, your back against his chest.
His chin sits on your shoulder, his lips brush your earlobe as he speaks.
“Gonna cum in you, yeah? Fill you with little Nogitsune babies. Be a lot better than the little weaklings he would give you. Bet you would look so pretty carrying my kids. Tits all swollen,” his free hand circles around your waist at this point, climbing up to pinch an already sensitive nipple between his pointer and thumb.
You hiss, attempting to recoil away from the clamp. There’s nowhere for you to go, completely closed in by Void in all places. He’s still in you, rock hard and hot and fucking up into your walls with a depth that stings, his tip not too far from your cervix. His body is around you, arms circled around you, hands at your neck and stomach, pressing you back against him.
You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. And with another orgasm brewing low in your belly, you want the opposite. It’s hard to admit, and it’s not like you will ever admit it, but you have the sudden craving for Void to fill you up.
You whine, pretending to be disinterested by the thought he puts in your head. But Void continues speaking, voice heavy and a little slurred as he continues to take the pain he’s inducing.
“Feel so good around me. It’s like this is how it was supposed to be. You and him. Maybe you two were made for each other.” He chuckles cruelly, almost taunting you with the idea. You have to bite back a sob because that sounds so nice, but it seems impossible after this.
You can’t imagine Stiles ever wanting to be with you after this.
“He wants that, too, you know. But ‘s not gonna happen when I’m here.” He kisses your cheek, and it would be romantic in any other situation.
You can’t even consider the idea of romance when Void’s hand squeezes at your throat and his voice drops a few octaves as he tells you: “You’re mine.”
His hand slides from your tit to between your thighs, two fingers circling your clit rapidly, meant to send you over the edge. You do so a few moments later, satisfied that he hadn't made you beg while your body completely relaxes until you let out a sound that is practically inhuman.
It’s a mix between a growl and a moan and a sob. You sound like a wounded animal. And while Void cums in you, you feel like one too.
He lets you go, allowing you to collapse face first into your bed.
Both of you are still for a moment, Void's heavy body atop of yours as you both lay limply on your mattress. Of course, he moves first, separating from you and letting you lay there in silence.
There’s no tranquility, no comfort, just thick silence.
You’re spent, fucked out as you attempt to catch your breath.
It’s almost impossible to do so when Void lifts your hips a little and then presses his tongue flat against your entrance. You gasp, experiencing too much too soon, and again attempt to thrash away. He holds you still, strong hands holding you up as his lips pucker around your hole. He sucks, and it becomes clear to you that he’s retrieving his own cum from inside of you.
When he’s finished, he flips you over and goes to your mouth, and it’s shameful that you still don’t have to be asked to open. You do it automatically, lips parting as Void presses his to yours. The swap is disgusting, both in taste and texture, but you lose yourself in the messiness of the kiss.
By the time Void pulls away, there’s drool and cum from both of you sliding down your chin. He smiles at the sight, gently tapping your cheek before doing the same with a much harder slap on your abused cunt.
This time, you don’t recoil, or writhe away, or even make a sound. You’re completely submissive, the only indicator of the pain being the way your stomach flexes.
Void grins, satisfied with how he’s made you. You expect more from him. You’re expecting him to tug his dick back up, so you’re sat watching him dumbly as he mechanically redresses.
You don’t move, too tired to do so, just blinking languidly while pale skin is recovered.
Just before Void leaves, he tells you: “I’m not done with you.”
And it’s both a threat and a promise. One you hope he keeps.
Fuck me like you mad at me baby
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Oh my God. He's so hot. He's literally so fucking hot I literally have trouble breathing. Help me he is so hot. Lord I swear if that man would give me a chance I'd suck his dick until the skin falls off and my organs collapse yes indeedly.
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“He’s a villain! You only like him because he’s hot.”
Okay and?
my taste in fictional men is so different from real life men fictional men can get away with murder while real life men can't even get away with breathing
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Undercover
Stiles Stilinski is, without a doubt, your partner in crime. So when you go undercover together, it’s always a breeze.... right?
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End of the Line ( 1 ) ( 2 )
Your job is to remember. To remember your other half — remember Stiles. Will your love for a person you don’t even remember be strong enough to bring him back?
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Happy Ending
The immune children have finally received their happy ending, no longer needing to run or to hide. Thomas wakes up at the Safe Haven, unaware that his happy ending came at a serious price.
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Night Light
After sleeping with the lights on every night since you’ve arrived to Google, your roommate, Stuart, resorts to a pretty odd solution — not that you’re complaining.
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Late Nights
Your best friend, Dave, makes sure you get home safely after a night of partying, and you’re too buzzed to notice his longing eyes.
Can I request a teen wolf ship then?) For both male and female character, since I’m bi, if that’s ok. I’m female, short (5’2) and insecure ab my body and blame most of problems for my thighs. I have heterochromia i’m blonde. I love art, books and storms. I’m infp, very ambitious + quite smart. I rarely get angry, but I’m comfortable being sassy and I value sense of humor and intelligence in others. I hate rudeness and disrespect, and I’m mostly romantic And drink 4-6 cups of black coffee a day.
sure thing! also i think having heterochromia is suuuper cool :) p.s. i got a little carried away..
TEEN WOLF SHIP.
(GIRLxBOY)
Honestly, girl you are the perfect match for STILES.
And I mean that.
The first thing Stiles will do upon your first encounter is ramble about how cool your eyes are, maybe throw in a few facts about people who have them, and eventually turn into a blushing mess at the realization that he went on a tangent in order to tell you that your eyes are pretty.
He loves you because you’re pretty much the only person who can keep up with him, the pack usually can’t or don’t even bother to mess with the spastic boy, but especially try to avoid him when he’s taken too much Adderall. Stiles comes to you because he knows how much caffeine you drink, and is always happy when you’re just as off the walls as he is.
Stiles always wants you around. He admires youre intelligence and LOVES that you actually appreciate his sense of humor. You’re the only one in the group that actually acknowledges his quick witted comments, sarcasm, or jokes and giggle along side him. He stopped asking others for help with research or getting things done because he enjoys your company so much and likes that you’re able to read up on things with him.
You two do a lot of running around, so there’s never really time for proper dates. Stiles usually sets up his room, grabs his laptop and you two switch off nights picking movies. He obviously picks Star Wars. Whenever you two or intimate or being romantic, he will always make it a point to you ‘I love you’ and ‘You’re beautiful, every freaking aspect of you is.’ Stiles always wants you to be aware of how perfect you are to him, no matter what, and that he’s eternally grateful that you’ve given him the opportunity to make you happy.
(GIRLxGIRL)
I could really see you with MALIA.
Under all that tough exterior, she’s a total baby. I think you can really bring that out of her.
When Malia firsts sees you, she almost immediately indetifies you as a wolf because of your eyes. She’s never seen anyone with eyes like yours from the short time she’s been a human, and she thinks they’re just another like her or Scott.
She finally understands after telling her multiple times (and her not believing you) that you’re only human, but she doesn’t stop clinging to you, saying ‘I don’t care, you smell really good.’ It’s funny because you think she thinks you smell like a dinner, when Malia actually means she’s in love with the scent you give off.
When she develops feelings for you, she wants to always be around, and her scent to linger on you. She’ll give you hugs, making the group give her smug looks because they all know what she’s doing. She’ll linger around with you, looping her arm through yours, sitting next to you in the school library or at lunch. Malia no longer wants Stiles to teach her about being a human, and instead wants you to do it in order to be around you and your scent more.
You end up teaching her about your own loves, books, arts, and storms, which Malia instantly grows to love so she can bond with you. You teach her about being kind, and that being angry or violent is something people don’t usually like, especially you. At this, Malia knows to try and control herself to make you proud.
Whenever it comes to the point of talking about being mindful of people’s downfalls or insecurities, Malia asks you what you mean, ‘What are insecurities, and why do I have to be mindful of them? Just stop having them.’ Not fully understanding, you tell her what having an insecurity is like, along with telling her that you have some as well.
However, growing up as a coyote, Malia hasn’t seen many humans. She doesn’t see ugliness or imperfections on any human body, she finds everyone beautiful. She finds you stunning. So instead of being blunt or rude, she remembers you teaching her to be kind. Taking a deep breath to tell you, ‘Well I think you’re beautiful.’
And maybe, just maybe, you kiss.
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I think we lost her
summary: Scott tells yn that Theo was dead, and Yn completely breaks down.
I was really bored when I wrote this so don't blame me
"what?"Yn's chocked those words out when she understood what Scott had told her. She couldn't believe was she was hearing. It just couldn't be true, he couldn't be dead. Not him."
Yn I'm sorry..." Scott looked down at the girl. Her eyes were wide open and her face deadly pale, she Shaked her head denying the truth.
"How?" She whispered looking up at him her brown eyes glossy with unshed tears.
For a moment he regretted having to lie to her, he regretted telling her that Theo was dead. His eyes watered at the sight of his best friend's little sisters heart break. But he shook his head and swallowed the tears" we had just killed the beast when he came at us and..." Scott didn't want to tell her that he had died, but if she knew that Kira had sent Theo to hell, Yn would do everything possible to bring him back." Kira had to kill him" he muttured.
"And you? Scott what did you do?!" Yn demanded him.
Scott looked up shocked at the question."What do you mean?""You know what I mean Scott" Yn's eyes showed the pain she was hiding inside, showed her despair. But she wanted to know if Theo could have been saved. She looked into Scotts eyes and the hard truth hit her" you did nothing" she whispered" you did nothing when you saw how Kira killed him"
"Yn I was protecting the pack"Scott started
"Bullshit!" Yn exclaimed cutting him off" you could have saved him, you could have saved him Scott" by this time Yn's hands were shaking and tears streamed down her face." I lost Allison, I lost Aiden, I almost lost my dad, I've been having constant nightmare's, where I have to scream myself awake. Scott I'm scared of my own mind. Theo could have been the bad guy in your eyes but he saved me, since I met him I smiled more and I laugh more and I was happier. And you know it Scott"
Scott knew it was the truth. Stiles had told him that Yn had been having constant nightmare's since the dread doctors appereancebut they had stopped after they got Lydia out of eichen house. But he had never suspected it had been Theo.
Yn cleaned her tears away with the sleeve of her shirt.
" Yn I'm so sorry" Scott muttured and moved to give the girl a hug but she pulled away from him.
" Say that when you mean it" she sobbed out and walked out of Scotts room, slamming the door behind her.
The rest of the pack had been waiting downstairs. They had decided that Scott was to be the one who told her the news since he was the alpha. But Stiles saw the way that Malia's eyes watered and Liam showed a worried look as they heard the conversation, and he regretted having her go alone.
"She's coming downstairs" Malia told everyone after they heard a door slam upstairs.
A sobbing yn stiffly made her way down the stairs. And when she saw Stiles she rushed toward her big brother sobbing heartbreaking sobs against his chest. And stiles held her as she cried. His own eyes watered as he held his crying sister, she had just lost her first love. And it broke him to see her in so much pain.
He knew Scotts plan on telling her that Theo was dead, instead down in hell. He knew that Yn would tear heaven apart to get him back if she knew. But he though it was for the best. Theo wasent good news and yn was probably better off without him. But he hated himself for laying to her.
Yn pulled back her eyes red from crying.
" Are you ok?" Kira asked
And in that moment Yn knew she hated Kira with all her will power, and stiles, Malia, Lydia Liam and Scott who had just came downstairs, knew that Yn was raging and Kira inmidiatly regretted her question.
Yn gave a humor less laugh and gave Kira the fakestsmile she could muster." I'm fine Kira, and I'm better knowing that Theo is dead thanks to you, just like Allison and Aiden. It's your fault you know. Since the day your family arrived at beacon hills. It's your fault that Stiles was possessed by a nogitsune your mom called upon, your fault that the oni killed Allison and Aiden when WE were trying to fix up your familie's mistake. You may had just lost a girl you bearly knew. But Allison was my family. So you better pick your Kitsuné ass and get the hell out of my town" by the time Yn had finished kiras eyes had tears in them and Yn's eyes were a fiery violet color in them. Yn stormed away form her friends and out of the house as she started to walk toward home.
Stiles started to follow her but Lydia stoped him." Let her leave, she'll come around soon enough"
" But what if she gets herself hurt?" Stiles argued" Then let Malia go, she has grown closer to her than to you" Lydia answered and looked toward the brunette who simply nodded and followed after the girl.When Malia had gone out of the door, stiles sighed and turned around to his best friend who stood holding a crying Kira in his arms." I think we just lost her Scott, we screwed up" stiles sadly told him. I don't think so.."started Liam
"Liam did you see the way she looked at us, she looked at us as maybe we had betrayed her or teared her heart out of her chest"stiles replied to him rubbing his eyes
"Maybe we did" cut in the redheaded. Stiles looked up and looked at his best friend sighing. Maybe they had.
When Malia reached the Stilinski house, Yn was already in her room crying her heart out. Malia just sat next to her and pulled her into her arms. And yn let her.
So that way they sat for an hour, the were coyote holding the younger girl, the girl who could control all supernatural with her mind. The girl that was supposed to be unbreakable. At least that was the spirit that had made home in her. This girl was just a human. A human that was crying the loss if the love of her life.
That night after Malia had left her. Yn dreamed of Theo. She saw a girl ripp his heart from his chest. She screamed as she saw Theo fall. And he seamed to hear her because he turned around toward her voice and his eyes widened. "Yn?" She heard him whisper.
The girl that had attacked him turned around and crawled away, and yn runned toward Theo who was laying on the floor. And she held him in her arms.
Then she was waked up by stiles, who had heard her scream and came to see what had happened.
"He...-" she sobbed" he bagan to feel like HOME"
You got the devil on your team.
Summary: The mccall pack sent Theo to hell and yn plans a revenge. which includes bringing void stliles back in the picture
really recommend to reading with the song
Yn threw open the doors of the Hale loft and walked down the stairs. The sound of her heels echoing through the place as she ,made the way to the basement. Her eyes dark as she seeked the revenge she desired.
Yn pushed both doors open at the same time as she entered. she walked slowly beside the shelfs looking bothways looking for a jar. she furrowed her eyebrows as she though a triskelion carved into a wall. she smirked and took two knives that were hidden in her belt, she hooked a knife in each side of the carving and twisted them whith all her strength. Her smirk grew widder as the wall pusshed back and moved to a side showing another room full of shelfs. The lights of the cealing turned on as she walked in and make her way toward the back of the room. She reached out and took a jar made of mountain ash whith a triskelion on the top.
"The Hale family really has an obsession with that thingy" Yn muttured sarcastically. she turned around and close the opening of the wall. making shure it was completly locked.
She wasent even a suppernatural but she could still hear an angry buzz that came from the jar she held in her hands.
"well void time to come out" she said and opened it a fly inmidiatly flying out.
there was a Cloud of smoke and stiles appeared. Exept of course it wasent stiles, but void. he had her back turned away from her, but he slowly turned arround to face her with a sadistic smirk.
"If it isint Yn" He said "I knew youd always had a thing for the bad guys uh" he said giving her a sarcastic smile. " I thought you were a good girl" void said moking her.
Yn walked slowly toward him. giving him an evil smirk "well shit happens" she stepped closer to him. she touched a seringe she had tucked in the inside of her belt." and I was a good girl" Yn slurred distracting him. "I just turned bad" she looked at him with her dark shadowed eyes "and I plan on getting my revenge" Void gave her a almost confused glace and Yn stabbed with with the syringe pumping kanima venom into his system.
" you little whore" Void spat as he fell to the ground.
"im not taking any chances of you killing me"
"not only a pretty face but smart" Void mocked.
YN rolled her eyes at him and dragged his toward a shelf and leaned him back on it.
"OK now lets talk about how you are going to help me"yn started squatting infront of him.
Look at you needing me You know I'm not your friend without some greenery
"Look at you needing me" void laughed
"I know that we're not friends whithout some greenery"Yn answered lifting a perfectly plucked ayebrow.
Walk in wearing fetters Peter should know better Your cover up is caving in Man is such a fool Why are we saving him?
"tell me what do you want?"
"You see, in the time you were gone I fell in love, as you see, the guy I fell in love with, was, a bad guy" yn told him moving her head to the side "And Kira Yukimora, you've met her before, sended him to hell"
"Uhh, what did he do sooo wrong"asked Void making a fake pout.
"he traid to take over the pack" Yn answered with a shrug
"Man's such a fool? why are we saving him?"
"I havent found a way to free him. kira took the sword to the desert walkers, such a bitch" sighed Yn shaking her head " I want something else. And ... I really need your help" Void lifted both eyebrows as if waiting for something. Yn pursed her lips and let her head fall. she grunted in annoyance"....please"
Poisoning themselves now Begging for our help, wow!
Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya
"Begging for my help, wow!" Yn looked at him though an angry frown."and what do I get in return?" asked the spirit
"A moment of freedom" Yn aswered sarcastically " common Void, you should be thanking ME, Im the one who got you out, you better accept anyway." yn said giving him a dangerous glace
Void turned his gaze away from her "My turn to ignore ya"
"Dont say I didnt warn ya" Yn said straighting up from her position.
She walked toward an oppossite shelf. she rummanged through the vases and boxes till she found a little glass bottle. she took it and walked toward void.
"you see this?" she asked her gaze fixated on the little jar." this is fox poison" she said giving him a sarcastic smile" I pour this little bottle in you, and BAM! youre reduced to a little fly. Again"
Void furrowed her eyebrows at her as if daring her. Yn just smirked and bent down next to him.
"oh common Yn, remember youre a good girl right?" Void pleaded nervosly.
All the good girls go to hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And heaven's out of sight She'll want the devil on her team
"Well, all the good girls go to hell" Yn said smirking. she opened the bottle. she harshly took voids face holding him still" youre no good to me if you dont do what I say" she whispered. she held his jaw still, and was reaching the bottle up to his lips.
"Ok, Ok waht do you want!!!" Void cried.
yn smirked and let go of his face" I want revenge void. I want to make Scott MCcall feel what I've felt this past two months" Yn stared at Voids eyes and saw a glint at the perspective of hurting Scott. yn straightened up "and for that..."
"you want the devil on your team" Void finished smirking.
"precisely" Yn answered with dark humor laced on her voice.
Void wobled into his numb feet. feeling the venom leave his system. He looked up to her.
"Lets go"
How did you guys like evil Yn? requests are open!!!
Meanwhile Me defending the love of my life.
He's KILLED people before!!! He's insane!!!
Me: yeah...but have you SEEN the way he smiles?
Me choosing men
me: ok I'm really sure that this one is a good one.
Friend: apart from the fact that he is fictional, I can't be sure of your judgment when it comes to men.
Me: the men I like are hot you can't deny that.
Friend: yeah, but are we going to ignore the fact that they've KILLED people before?
sorry, did you say,
“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?
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