#nogistune stiles

[casually-eat-my-soul]

There is no way that the body the nogistune spat out for stiles was human. Even though the nogistune possessed humans it has no idea what a human body needs or how it properly works. Maybe the body is just a little to human to the point it creepy (uncanny valley). Plus it’s a trickster and chaos demon, there is now way it gave stiles a perfect human body back. For one last trick against stiles, maybe it did something.

For like angst it probably made him sick

For other reason he can get pregnant

It’s not up to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

[moonynaturesethetic]

Quiet...But Loyal (Teen Wolf X Mute!Reader) - Chapter 2

Later That Day, After Class was Done

Kira, Y/n, and their father were now in the halls. Y/n was absentmindedly looking around while Kira and their father were arguing. Kira was going on about how her father embarrassed her and Y/n when he introduced them to the class. Y/n did care about that yes, but she was too busy in her own mind to join in and argue.

Y/n was the first one to notice that they had eyes on them, as she saw the same boy who was looking at her and her sister while they were in their Dad's class.. Y/n stared at him back, her big eyes looking at him, she was wondering what his name was, and why he kept staring at them, but she didn't find it creepy at all. Actually she was quite intrigued by the boy.

She noticed that there was also another boy with him, who was trying to unlock his locker, but it looked like he was struggling. Y/n noticed that he was also in her Dad's class as well, and he was the boy that was in front of the other one that was looking at her and her sister.

After a couple of seconds, Kira noticed that he was staring too, and the moment she made eye contact with him, he looked away. Y/n and Kira glanced at each other, before looking back at the boy. Kira took two steps forward to try and get a good look at him, completely ignoring her dad when he kept calling her name.

Y/n didn't move, but she stood their and observed. She saw something happen to the boy's eye, she could have sworn that they were red.

Right when Y/n was about to tap her sister's shoulder to try and tell her what she had seen, the boy's friend suddenly took the boy's head and put it down, and rushed him over to the nearest classroom.

After that Kira looked at her sister, "Did you see that? What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost, are you alright?" she asked Y/n.

Y/n looked at her sister and signed, 'Yeah I'm alright, just thought I saw something, and yeah I saw the way he was looking at us, maybe you should ask him about it or something. I think he might've just recognized us from History, maybe he wants to be friends. We should just leave it alone for now, him and his friend looked like they were in a rush. Also, did you see his eyes?"

Kira nodded at her sister's words, but looked confused at the question. "His eyes? No, his eyes looked completely normal to me, why?" Kira asked.

Y/n signed, knowing that her sister didn't see what she saw so she would just play it off, 'Nevermind, I think it might have just been the reflection of a light.'

Kira looked concerned, but she believed her sister's words. "Alright then."

Their Dad looked confused, and he glanced in between the two confused. "What are you two girls talking about, what happened?" he asked.

"Those two boys, I think they're in your History class with us. Who were they?" Kira asked.

"You mean the two boys that were by the lockers? That was Scott Mccall and Stiles Stilinski, and yes they are in you History period with me. You two have nothing to worry about. Come on, your break is almost over, get to class. I have to go, love you." their father said, and he kissed the two girls foreheads before leaving.

Y/n thought to herself, "Scott Mccall and Stiles Stilinski, interesting. They have really pretty names, maybe me and Kira should talk to them tomorrow."

October 28th, 2013 Beacon Hills High School

After that strange occurrence that happened the previous day, both Y/n and Kira could not stop thinking about the two boys. Kira was more so thinking about Scott, while Y/n was thinking about both the boys.

She knew that her and her sister would most likely see the two boys again. She wanted to see them again, she wanted to see if the two boys were alright. Kira just wanted answers, but she also wanted to see Scott again.

The next day at school, the two girls went on with their day as usual, but they hadn't seen neither of the two boys yet.

When they went to lunch, that's when they finally saw Scott and Stiles. They were talking with their friends, and when Y/n counted them there were 5 of them, two pretty girls, one other boy, and Scott and Stiles.

Kira and Y/n sat down nearby where they couldn't be seen, but they were close to the point where you could hear their conversation. Y/n, not wanting to be rude, looked away and tried her hardest to not eavesdrop, while Kira overheard the conversation, not caring about privacy, but also because she couldn't help it.

Y/n only understood some words, like "hallucinations" or "what's happening to us" from the group, while Kira overheard basically the whole conversation.

When Kira stood up to go talk to the group, Y/n grabbed her wrist. Kira turned around, slightly alarmed by Y/n's movement, but Y/n's eye were what made Kira give in.

"What's wrong, Y/n? Do you not want me to go over there?" Kira asked her Y/n, and Y/n let go of her wrist.

'Don't go. I don't know what they're like, and if you go then I will want to go, and then they will make fun of me and laugh and-'Y/n signed frantically, but Kira gently grabbed her hands to make her stop.

'Then you don't have to go, stay here. I think I might have an idea of what they're talking about, and I might be able to help. Remember that things Dad taught us? Bardo?" Kira asked her sister. Y/n nodded, looking down at her hands.

"I think that might be what they're experiencing, or talking about. It seems like they are troubled. I can try my hardest to help. If you feel uncomfortable talking to them, then you don't have to go. I'm not forcing you to, write in your journal while I'm gone." Kira told her sister, with a gentle smile, and then she walked away to join the group's conversation.

Y/n stayed where she was, and decided that since her sister joined the conversation, she would listen. The boy, Scott, speaks up after a strawberry blonde asks Kira what her name was. Y/n smirks, but stays put nonetheless. Y/n could tell that her sister was happy to be speaking to them, as she continued speaking about the different stages of bardo. When a black haired girl asks Kira what the last state was, Kira answered honestly. Y/n knew that the last stage was death, it what their father taught them.

Y/n sensed the awkwardness and somewhat panic throughout the group. She decided that now would be a good time to go grab her sister.

Y/n walks up to the group, specifically looking at her sister. 'Kira, we should go. Dad wants us in his classroom, he says its something important.' Y/n signs, making up an excuse to remove her sister from that awkward situation.

The group all looked at her as she signs to her sister.

"And who are you?" the strawberry blonde asks. Y/n looks at her sister for help, since she knows that the group of friends don't know shes mute.

"This is Y/n. She's my sister, she's also mute. Which is why she isn't speaking." Kira says, giving a reassured smile to her sister. Kira knows this is hard for Y/n, but she also knows how friendly Y/n can be.

A look of shock hits the group faces, but also a look of understanding as well.

"Well its nice to meet you Y/n. I'm Scott, this is Stiles, Lydia, Issac, and Allison." the boy says, pointing to each person. Stiles gives a small, awkward wave, while Allison smiles, Lydia smirks, and Issac just gives a head nod.

'Nice to meet you too, you all seem very nice.' Y/n signs, and Kira starts to translate, but only gets half-way through before she gets cut off by Allison.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n." Allison says, giving a welcoming smile to Y/n, while the rest of the group looks at her in shock and confusion. "My dad taught me sign language when I was 13."

'Oh, makes sense. Glad to know that at least someone else besides my family understands me.' Y/n signs, and Kira playfully rolls her eyes at Y/n, while Allison laughs. The group are confused as to what Y/n said that made Allison laugh, so Kira translates for them.

The group, finally understanding, chuckles at Y/n's joke. 'Well we wouldn't want to keep our father waiting, but it was really nice meeting you guys. Hope to see you again soon.' Y/n signs, a big, happy grin on her face.

"It was nice talking to you guys too, and Kira?" Allison says, right as the two were about to turn around and leave. The two sisters turn around in question. "Thank you for the information, about bardo."

"Of course, and if you need anymore then just ask me or Y/n. All of you guys."

"For sure. See you guys later." Scott says. The rest of the group wave goodbye, and Y/n waves back before walking away with Kira to go meet their dad.

"Well, we certainly got some information, and two new friends." Stiles says, as all the group shares a look.

[cj-marj]

Somewhere out there is a fic that perfectly encapsulates an unhealthy, dependent relationship between Stiles and the Nogistune which will ultimately lead to a bad ending for someone (I don’t know who) and I will find it no matter what it takes.

[assorted-fic-recs]

Way Down We Go (50131 words) by Wolfspurr Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Nogitsune, Post-Nogitsune, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune Trauma, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen Years Old, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Season/Series 03B, Canon Compliant up to end of 3B, Minor Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate, Canonical Character Death, RIP Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski Has Nightmares, Stiles Stilinski Has Panic Attacks, Slow Burn, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Road Trips, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Making Out, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, First Time, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Sterek Big Bang, Sterek Big Bang 2022 Summary: Set during 3B and its aftermath. The blacklight party at the loft leaves Stiles with more than one revelation playing on his mind. He's losing time, and apparently he might be more than just a little bit interested in Derek Hale. By the time he's fought off the Nogitsune and somehow lived to tell the tale, the rest of Stiles' sanity might just rest on Derek, the Camaro, and a few hundred miles of Pacific Coast Highway. It's going to be one hell of a road trip.

[naturally-geeky]

I fucking fixed it!

Well… one way to fix (part) of it.

The TW movie that is.

In the scene where everyone is standing around an injured Derek on the couch… why didn’t Malia just pipe up, “Should someone call Stiles to let him know? He’d want to know…”

Before one of the adults (Melissa, Deaton or maybe even Peter) says, “Stiles got out… and after what happened last time with the Nogistune, I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring him back.”

So easy for them to just be like - nope, no stiles - and then move on. No lame excuses. And if Dylan ever felt inclined to come back he could… he won’t… but he could.

[patolemus]

@eevylynn your tags?? They’re amazing, too!

[sototallynormaliswear]

I'm kinda bummed that more people don't care for Isaac and Stiles' canon dynamic

you put them anywhere near each other, they are already fighting, insulting everything about each other, the haircut the trauma the outfit, no bars held. Isaac puts his hand too close to Stiles' face, stiles bites him. they have a staring contest while Isaac slooooowly pushes all of his stuff to the ground

but Isaac is one of the only people to go "hey stiles I think you're really fucked up are you straight up dying??" and stiles refuses to answer so Isaac is immediately more on edge. and Isaac was trusted to finally trap the nogistune, which I imagine stiles would have some pretty heavy sway over.

also, the scene at the lunch table? "you could try being helpful for once" "for half my childhood I was locked in a freezer so being helpful is kinda new to me" "you still milking that?" it's so easy to read this as stiles being a dick (because he kinda is) but watching back season two, Isaac is actually fairly reluctant to talk about his father, even to people that FOR SURE know what happened. further more, stiles just doesn't care in the same way about the pack that other characters do, so the pack isn't trying to justify themselves to him. so Isaac doesn't want to talk about it and stiles isn't pressuring him, but suddenly its four months later and Isaac is bringing it up casually and stiles isn't surprised about ANY of that. and they both refuse to skate around it despite that fact that that is one of their strongest skills. whether or not Isaac actually uses his father's abuse as a way to get out it isn't QUITE as interesting as the way that the two of them seem comfortable talking about it, especially when everyone around them DOES seem visibly uncomfortable

anyway. those two are my favorite pair of angry cats. they would die for each other. last week Isaac ate Stiles' homework. about a month ago stiles broke into his house to hide his spoons. they got each other for secret santa, Isaac got him a box full of pennies and a bottle of his mom's perfume stiles got him bottles of dirt and a handknit scarf

[murdrdocs]

YOUR HAZE. void stiles

about. bodies upon bodies surrounding a tree trunk, the nogistune sitting in the center of the stump, and she suddenly finds solace in those familiar amber eyes

includes. DARK CONTENT 18+ fem!vampire!reader, told in 3rd person, heavy manipulation, oral (fem receiving), 'sweet' void tehe, void is a munch

wc: 2.0k

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She smells his scent before anything else. 

A soft musk mixed with a gourmand, unique to Stiles and Stiles only. She can’t smell his emotions, not in the way that Scott or Malia can. Her sense of smell has yet to reach that point, and none of them are even aware if it could reach that point. But she knows by the almost sickly-sweet scent of sweat that densely covers his pleasant aroma that he’s nervous, maybe anxious about something. 

The thought increases her speed as she attempts to get closer to him, pushing through the thick trees.  

Then comes the rot mixed with rainwater. A scent unique to Void. It makes her nose wrinkle, the mix entirely too strong, abusing her senses as her eyes begin to water the closer she gets, a slowness to her approach now. 

She’s on guard at this point, understanding that if he’s so out in the open like this, it’s because he wanted her to find him. She doesn’t bother stepping around the branches, perhaps trying to convince herself that she’s not fearful of the spirit that has possessed her boyfriend. 

Yet she’s cautious, even before she smells the blood. 

It hits her nose a little too late, right when she turns to enter the clearing and she sees the bodies laying around the tree stump. Dozens of them, scattered around the base of the stump, most of them dead but her attentive ears, definitely her better sense, pick up on a few slow heartbeats. 

He sits in the center, legs crossed like her and Stiles would sit as kids, before she was like this and before he was like this. He looks pleased with himself, a slight smile on his lips as he watches her wandering eyes. 

When they land on him, narrowed and angry, Void pretends to be unhappy. She knows he’s enjoying this. 

His head tilts, he pouts. “Why so upset? This is all for you.” His arms spread out wide and he grins, like he’s presenting a desired present to her. 

And maybe it is, deep down inside she feels her insides churn with excitement. She’s never had a feast presented in front of her like this before, instead spending her years desperately trying to tether herself to control and strict moderation for the sake of everyone around her. 

With Stiles, it was easier to do that. He was her anchor, keeping her sane and from digging her sharpened pearly whites into his freckled neck, even when he bit his nails until she got a whiff of how tantalizing his blood was. 

But Stiles was gone, and he had been for weeks now. Each day, she felt herself slipping more and more, slowly giving more and more into temptation until she ended up here: Considering the offering laid before her. 

She wants to fight it, she tries to fight, insults and self brags about how much stronger she is than him, how she absolutely refuses to give into temptation and that is what true strength is. 

Her nails, newly filed as she picked up nail care as another distraction from the way she craved something she couldn’t have, dig into her palm as she speaks. Her breathing increases with each word, chest rising and falling rapidly, usually slow heart rate picking up just enough to remind her of when she was human. 

She thinks she has it under control. She does have it under control. 

But she still finds herself at her knees before what looks like Stiles, but she has to consistently remind herself that this isn’t Stiles. 

Stiles wouldn’t look so proud as she digs her fangs into the first neck, veins bursting from the puncturing of her teeth, sweet and almost tangy blood meeting her lips. It’s her first drink from the source since her turning, and it’s fucking delicious. It makes her head spin. It makes her want more. 

Her moan is muffled, but still loud enough for both of them to hear it. It’s oddly sensual, a sexual tone to it, heavily present mostly in the way the sound lifts up at the end. 

Her eyebrows push together as she cringes at herself for a second, then she inhales, pulling more blood into her mouth, and nothing else matters except the red liquid that slides down her through. 

“There you go,” Stiles coos from above her, the stiff sound of clothing against wood as he stands. 

But this isn’t Stiles. 

She has to remind herself of that when Void comes to join her. Because Stiles wouldn’t get on his knees beside her, push her hair to the side, and gently kiss her own neck as she drains another body. 

His nose brushes against her skin as he speaks. “You feel how warm it is? Better than those cold blood bags they give you, isn’t it? This is what I can give you.” The words are growled into her trapezius, his teeth scraping the thin layer of skin through each syllable. 

Her eyes close, she melts into the combined warmth of Stiles and the blood entering her mouth. But this isn’t Stiles. She tries to shake herself awake, she tries to pull from him, repeating the words in her head even as she gulps down pints of life force. 

He senses her hesitation, his hand cupping the side of her neck as his lips brush her earlobe. “He won’t know about this,” he tells her. She takes a breath, considers. 

Stiles wouldn’t do this.  

But Stiles would wrap his arm around her in the way that Void does. Stiles would bring her lips to his with a soft touch of her cheek, and he would kiss her like he’s devouring her. 

She blames it on the new amount of energy coursing through her body. She blames her willingness to give into Void’s kisses and touches on the different blood mixing in her system, a second body in her grasp before she even realizes it, the addition giving her a rush she’s never felt in her life. 

If it weren’t for the bodies she’d already consumed, and the ones she has left, she wouldn’t have let Void lay her back on the stump and spread her legs. 

It’s what she tells herself, trying to comfort the guilt and agony on her own. But she can’t comfort it on her own, she needs Stiles. Or Scott. Or Lydia. But they’re not here. They’re away in their homes, trying to come up with another solution to bring their best friend back, while she lets the shell of him pull her pants off and push her shirt up. 

They’re contriving yet another plan that might be the one to finally end it all while she takes the wrist in front of her face, sucking at the two holes already created, jagged from a puncture that isn’t her own teeth. The uneven circular shape makes it harder for her to get a steady pull from the veins. She has to concentrate to even get the first amount out, but concentrating is difficult whenever Void starts to suck on her clit. 

She doesn’t remember her pants coming off, nor her panties. She tries looking for them, hoping to find the dark denim in the night, but her vision is blurred. It’s like she’s drunk, a sensation she hasn’t felt since before her turning. 

Void inserting two fingers into her cunt doesn’t help her vision. The intrusion is welcomed, her walls used to the feeling of the long digits. Her gummy walls swallow in the familiarity, and instead of rejecting the unaccustomed aspects of the action, she takes it. 

The foreign way his fingers curl reminds her of the stark contrasts between the two entities, previously viewed in a light that made her nauseous as an intense sweep of emotions almost knocked her off of her feet. 

Void adds a third finger. It’s unexpected, a little disjointed, but it’s a pleasant shock. A wanted surprise. It feels good, and she hates to admit it. 

She turns back to the arm in front of her. 

Her teeth are sunken in, her lips pressed to the warm skin, and as Void digs his fingers deeper inside of her, a deep groan comes from within her. Her stained canines tear through the skin, creating two long slits that allow blood to freely gush out of them. 

It’s messy, both the way Void brings her to her peak and the way the blood flows out around her mouth. 

His lips, now added into the already complicated equation, slip and slide along her most sensitive parts, a precision that makes her wonder if he’d picked this action up from Stiles, but a lack of accuracy that makes her feel as if he’s doing this for his own pleasure. She can’t help but briefly think about how much joy Stiles gets from this action, how he always loses himself when his head is between her legs. It’s something they have in common, something that puts Void a little closer to Stiles. And although it shouldn’t, it comforts her. It tells her that her boyfriend is somewhere in there, and she briefly deludes herself into thinking that this is him. 

She starts to let herself go. 

Void licks and sucks like a man starved, like she’s the best tasting thing he’d ever had in all of his many years. His hands dig into the plush of her hips and thighs, holding her open to his torture. His tongue flicks her clit, a speed to it that’s clearly inhuman. Her back arches, moans increasing in volume and pitch, and Void takes it in stride. He adjusts her legs over his shoulders and then slides his mouth down, Stiles’ perky nose bumping into her clit as Void inserts the heated muscle into her. The combination with his fingers makes her drop the limp wrist, blood spilling onto her clothing. 

The heat from Void’s mouth is easily comparable to the heat of the blood that slides from her own lips, flowing down her chin and neck, staining the previously pristine white tee she wears. It’s one Stiles had gifted her, incredibly simple in nature but the quality is why she desired it. A tiny white tank top, with a small silk bow in the center, and lace lining the straps that fall off her shoulders. 

As she looks down at Void, taking in how dark his eyes are, she notices just how ruined the top is, completely beyond repair and she’ll have to throw it out. Just the simple thought clears her head, a sob wracking through her, her body convulsing and curling with her chest up to the sky. It’s just then that Void knocks her over the edge, orgasm pushing through her frame intensely. Her hands find the hair she loves so much and her legs close around his head. 

He lets her do what she wants, and this singular act of kindness dulls her brain. She gets dizzy, letting the last bit of resistance slip from her mind and body, her muscles relaxing as she comes down. She blinks lazily at him, eyebrows furrowing as his veins tinge black for a second, but the color is gone just as quick. 

He kisses her inner thigh, his smile sweet before it twists into something much more sinister and dark. 

“You belong to me,” he tells her, the words sounding pretty coming from his slickened pink lips. She’s out of it, too much blood in her system, orgasm dumbing her down, so she nods, allowing another wrist to be positioned in front of her, this one still live, pulse still thumping. 

She distantly hears cries for help, pleas to let them go, but she doesn’t focus on that. Instead looking into the amber eyes that she trusts more than her own as she bares her teeth once more, and lets them sink into the skin. 

[loonylupinblack3]

Pairing: Void/Stiles x reader

Warnings: surprisingly not many, unrequited love??, scary void??, mentions of murder/killing/death threats???

Summary: void corners you in the empty school and gives some insightful advice

Word count: 1.9k

“Void?” you breathed into the darkness.

Silence answered you, unsettling you more than you’d care to admit. You looked around the dim classroom, feeling your nerves dance in your stomach. The school was dark when the power was off. So dark that you could barely see to the other end of the room.

“Is anyone there?” you asked again, feeling panic claw at your throat as you waited for a response, every muscle in your body tensed.

Yet when you still didn’t get an answer, you started breathing a little easier. Maybe he wasn’t here. Maybe you could go home to your friends and forget about ever hearing that voicemail on your phone, threatening your family if you didn’t come to the school to meet up with him. To meet up with Void.

You let out another breath, letting your shoulders relax slightly as you turned towards the door. Void wasn’t here, and though that could mean you were here as a distraction, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you didn’t have to see him. The Nogistune was truly terrifying, a supernatural creature you had no want to get to know.

“Going so soon?”

You froze, feeling like you’d just been dowsed in cold water. The hairs on your neck stood up as a wave of nausea hit you. Even still you didn’t turn around. You just stood there, rooted to the spot with your eyes squeezed shut, begging for this all to be a dream.

You heard Void’s soft footsteps as he walked up behind you, barely breathing. You waited with bated breath for him to say something, do something, but he just stood there behind you, enjoying the sight of your fear.

Suddenly you felt a finger trace your jaw and your eyes flew open to find Void standing right in front of you, a small smirk curled onto his face. You glanced behind you, but no one was there. When had he moved in front of you? Why hadn’t you heard him? You felt queasy as you thought of how silent Void had been, how he had purposely let you hear his footsteps, all to see you tremble before him. It was sick. He was sick.

You stared up at him, at the face that was once so familiar, now distorted and wrong, trying to find some shred of dignity inside of you. You didn’t want to seem afraid, but how could you hide your fear when he could smell it? When he feasted upon the very terror you were trying to hide from him?

Void stared right back at you, the smirk on his face slowly growing. He had bags under his eyes and he was very pale. You could only imagine Stiles was looking even worse, which made your stomach lurch.

“I’m glad you came,” Void finally spoke, the hairs on your arms rising just at the sound of his voice.

You swallowed thickly, trying to calm your heartbeat as he took a step forward, trailing his finger down to your throat, resting on your racing pulse. He smiled, his eyes flicking up to your face where he could no doubt see the terror written all over you, no matter your attempts to hide it away.

He grinned, the sight making your stomach drop. “Are you glad you came?”

Not really, you thought wryly, still able to keep your sarcastic demeanour even in serious situations. It was one of the reasons you and Stiles became friends so quickly; you were both too sarcastic for your own good. You knew in this moment though, where you were alone in an empty school with a Nogistune, that sarcasm would not help you.

So instead you just stayed silent, hoping Void would get to the point of why you were here. His hand was still on your pulse, which was unnerving you nearly as much as how close the Nogistune was to you, barely a breath away.

Void raised an eyebrow at your silence. “Not in a talking mood?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Void stared at you, cocking his head to the side as he raised his hand to lightly brush along your cheek. You did your best not to flinch, standing as rigid as a statue as you waited for him to be done with whatever he was doing. It was pathetic, you knew, but you didn’t have much of an option. You weren’t powerful like Scott or smart like Lydia. You couldn’t grow claws or punch with enough force to break walls. You were just an average human, one that Void could toy with however he wanted, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Void asked, finally taking a step back.

Immediately you felt some weight on your lungs lift. You no longer felt like you were suffocating, because now you actually had space to breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but they were back open and alert as soon as he continued speaking.

“I asked you to come here because I have a theory.”

Curious, you couldn’t help but ask, “what theory?”

Void grinned, beckoning you closer with his hand. Reluctantly, you took a small step closer, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Void because he grabbed on your wrist and tugged you closer until you were flush against his chest.

Void looked down at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as an unreadable expression took over his face. “Stiles Stilinski is in love with you.”

You stared at Void, momentarily caught off guard. Stiles, in love with you? You’d been helplessly in love with him for years, yet you’d always believed it was unrequited, what with Stiles’ infatuation with Lydia, but now here Void was, telling you he was in love with you, and he’d know better than anyone wouldn’t he, having possessed him and all.

Even so you couldn’t bring yourself to completely believe him. There was the doubt that had followed you around for years holding you back, the doubt that came in the form of Stiles staring longingly at Lydia, or the smile she’d put on his face that you’d never managed to do.

“How do you know?” you asked quietly, relieved that your voice didn’t waver like you’d feared it might.

Void looked at you pityingly. “Oh don’t worry, he loves Lydia more, if that’s what you were wondering.”

It felt like a kick to the stomach. You knew he preferred Lydia over you, knew he loved her more, but to actually here it be said, be confirmed, was worse than you could have ever imagined. It felt like all your dreams were being crushed, like your heart was being squeezed as hard as possible, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to your chest.

After everything you’d done for him. Every night spent doing his homework for him because he had gotton side tracked with helping Scott. Every time you picked him up after he fell, not Lydia. Every time you comforted when he was upset, letting him cry on your shoulder while Lydia was who knows where. It was you who had helped him all those times, you who had been there for him through everything, you who loved him endlessly, yet he’d choose Lydia over you in a heartbeat.

It wasn’t fair, and it angered you beyond measure. Instead of focusing on your grief, you focused on the rage, knowing it would help you in this situation more than sadness ever could. Anger was a weapon, something Derek had taught you early on, and you intended to use it as such.

“That’s not what I asked,” you eventually said. “I asked how you knew.”

Void raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your change of attitude. “Well, it ties in with my theory, you see. I split myself from Stiles, but in doing so I seemed to take a bit of him with me, as he took a bit of me with him. Now, I’m not sure what that part of me might have manifested into. It could be aggression, distrust, or anything, really, but I think I’ve figured out what his part manifested into.”

You couldn’t help but cross your arms, irritated at his monologue. You had just gotton your heart torn in two, yet he didn’t seem to care as he talked riddles at you. You’d asked him a simple question; you wanted a simple answer in return. “Which is?”

Void’s lips curved into a smirk as he stared at you. “I thought it would be obvious.” At your silence he continued. “It manifested into his love for you.”

You couldn’t help the “oh” that tumbled out of your mouth at his words. This whole confrontation was starting to make a bit more sense, now that you had all the information. This meant, though, that Void was in love with you. Void, a Nogistune that had killed countless people, was in love with you. What were you supposed to do with that?

“Why are you telling me this?” you finally managed to say.

He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes hungry as he stared you. “Because I want you to join me, Y/n. Stiles doesn’t deserve you, he never will. All these people you call friends will sacrifice you without a second thought if it meant saving someone else. You will always be a second choice if you stay there.”

You stared at him, a million thoughts racing through your mind at his request. Join Void? Could you really stand against your friends? Fight against them? The people who you’d known for years, who had always stuck by your side?

Not always, a vicious voice spoke in your mind. Void is right. You’re always a second choice to them. Always second best, when you deserve to be first. He had spoken all your doubts aloud, cementing them in truth. You’d always ignored them, but now that Void had acknowledged them you weren’t sure you could anymore.

Didn’t you want to be someone’s first choice? Didn’t you deserve it? After everything you’ve done for all of them, and they couldn’t even care enough to put you first. The familiar feeling of anger returned, and you remembered your goal to use it as a weapon. You hadn’t thought you’d use it against your friends, but then again, aren’t they the reason you were angry in the first place? Don’t they deserve to feel your anger, to know what pain you’d gone through?

You looked up at Void, searching his face for any hint of doubt, any hint that he didn’t actually want this. He only stared back at you hungrily, waiting for you to make your decision.

And you did.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him close, pressing your lips against him fiercely. He returned the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You melted into the kiss, letting him explore your mouth and give you pleasure with every flick of his tongue. You held onto him tighter, relishing in the way he made you feel. No one had made you feel like this, made you feel as powerful as you did in this moment. You could tell that Void wanted you, the way he gave a sound of approval from his throat when you pulled him even closer.

He lifted you up on to a desk, moving between your legs and you dutifully wrapped them around him, your hands pressing against his chest. Void tilted your head to the side to get better access to your mouth, one of his hands going to your hair and entangling them in it.

You felt powerful, and you knew you’d get revenge on you so called ‘friends’, with Void right by your side.

[rhosgobelbun]

stiles had a fox demon possessing him, WHO KNOWS what the nogistune did to his insides. and people are saying he's not the one who ended up pregnant? stiles deserves at least one good thing inside his body and people are really gonna take dereks dick and his baby out of him like that?? shame on you. shame on all of you.

[sterekchub]

Mega sized gluttons Derek and Sherrif. Stiles dealing with having two barn sized hogs of Daddies.

It’s totally a Nogitsune thing. Like Stiles…never fully got unpossessed, maybe just…merged a little bit with the demon. Like an Eddie and Venom situation but a bit darker

So the nogitsune fills Stiles head constantly with fears of something happening. Derek dying. The Sheriff getting shot. House fires. Them getting kidnapped. And while the Nogistune maybe pushes for “chain them up so you have them forever”

With Stiles still partially in control? It takes another turn. Because the Sheriff looks so happy when Stiles catches him in the diner after a shift with a bacon burger and cheese fries. And Stiles knows Derek has a total chocolate addiction because he found his secret stash in the loft.

In fairness to Stiles- the first few hundred pounds weren’t all his fault. It’s so easy to give them a small magical infused suggestion. To eat. Gorge. Give in.

The Sheriff becoming a regular at the diner. Bacon and pancakes before his shift. Bacon burgers and cheese and gravy smothered fried for lunch. A late night 2am meal of as many milkshakes and fried chicken sandwiches as he can stomach. In the station? Stiles makes sure there’s always a constant supply of donuts (the nogistune in him cackling at the cliche and the fat hog cop trope) and a desk draw somehow always bursting with snacks and sodas.

And Derek…Stiles is so, so pleased with his growth. For sex and a wide-eyed, innocent look and a “please daddy, for me?” Derek will guzzle straight lard if Stiles wants. Werwolf metabolism doesn’t stand a chance when Stiles is force feeding Derek so much food, his stomach is constantly ballooned to the point it reaches past his knees.

And then the rest is so, so simple to convince his hogs to give up. The sheriff should retire! Spend some time with his son! Doesn’t the idea of sitting around letting Stiles cook for him sound appealing?

Keeps him at home for as long as he can, until the doorways are too small and the sheriff can no longer get to his feet….

Which is when he rolls his dad to meet Derek- in a massive barn on the Hale land, tube in his mouth, groaning and happily sucking down from whatever slip Stiles has filled in his feeding tank. limbs vanished under the many fat rolls and bed sized belly and car sized ass…

His two hogs aren’t going anywhere.

And now to set his sights on others…

[muffinbeliever]

Glimpse of Us

It's the 45th anniversary of Star Wars, and Stiles can’t help but think of you. Based on Glimpse of Us by Joji.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (past relationship), Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate

Word Count: 540

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of death, sad stiles :(

A/N: hi. i know it's been so long. im so sorry i just cant write on a consistent schedule idk why i like to think its my depression lol but here is a little angsty drabble that ive been working on for a while but i just never got around to finishing it until now. the pacing might be a little bit of... it honestly feels kinda rushed to me, but i hope y'all like it nonetheless <3

Masterlist

Stiles knew it was unfair of him to feel this way. Malia was a wonderful girlfriend— she grounded Stiles when he was being erratic and she was a master at cuddling. Despite her indifference for Star Wars, she always watched it with Stiles because she knew how much it meant to him. 

He knew he shouldn’t feel like this, but he simply could not help it.

“Stiles!” Came his girlfriend’s voice. “Come look at this!” He walked over to where she stood and looked at the magazine she held out to him.

“Happy 45 years of Star Wars, babe,” Malia said with a smile. It was a Star Wars-themed magazine with exclusive behind-the-scenes photos from the original trilogy. Stiles had already browsed the magazine online, but he didn’t say anything to his girlfriend. It was the thought that counted, right?

His lips quivered in their forced upturn as he took the magazine from her outreached hand and thanked her, but as he casually flipped through the book, his heart couldn’t help but clench in pain. Star Wars had always been his and your thing— the two of you spending your movie nights watching anything Star Wars related, which often turned into heated debates and nerdy inside jokes.

His eyes caught on a screen cap of the iconic Episode V scene where Han and Leia finally confess their love for each other, and his jaw clenched as the familiar burning of tears tingled behind his eyes. He will never forget you lying in his arms, the visible pain in your eyes as you bled out. He will never get over the fact that you had died by his hand, regardless of the fact that it was actually the Nogitsune that stabbed you, not him. It was still his hand, still his body. 

The Nogistune was especially cruel, hearing Stiles’ internal pleading as he begged the Nogitsune to spare you. He heard Stiles’ scream as the blade entered your body and left it with a swift tug. He allowed Stiles to take over for a brief moment, just to see the life fade from your eyes. 

I love you, he had said, tears flowing steadily from his eyes. 

I know, you whispered, your soft smile quickly turning into a grimace from the pain. 

He had wanted to say something, say anything to keep you alive, but for the first time in his life, his mind was empty, all of the thoughts scattered away. And he was helpless, as he clutched you in his grasp as you took your last breath.

He rapidly blinked away the building tears and took a deep breath before closing the magazine.

Star Wars was always your thing, but he couldn’t tell his girlfriend that. Instead, he flashed Malia a thankful smile, and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent that was just a little too sweet and a little too fruity. 

Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that’s where I find a glimpse of us And I try to fall for her touch, but I’m thinking of the way it was Said I’m fine and said I moved on  I’m only here passing time in her arms 

Hoping I’ll find a glimpse of us.

[moonynaturesethetic]

Quiet...But Loyal (Teen Wolf X Mute!Reader) - Chapter 1

September 25th, 2013 Japan, The Yukimura Reserve

Y/n was now 16, but still as mute as ever, while her sister Kira was 17. The Yukimura family was in their home in Japan, when Ken suddenly yelled for the girls to come downstairs.

"Y/n! Kira! Come downstairs, we need to talk!"

Both of the said girls walked out of their rooms at the same time, their looks saying 'Oh God, what did we do?' and they both walked downstairs together. Their mother and father had been sitting on a couch in the living room, both waiting for the two girls.

"Come, sit." Noshiko said, gesturing to the empty couch in front of her and Ken. Kira and Y/n sat next to each other, glancing at each other before looking at their parents.

"What is it?" Kira asked curiously, while Y/n tilted her head curiously.

"We are moving soon, more likely in the next month." Noshiko said, being straight forward and bland.

'WHAT?!" Kira said, extremely shocked by this information, while Y/n just looked happy in general to be moving, she didn't really care much since she didn't have a lot of friends. Kira was the one who had at least some friends, Y/n would normally just skip school. Yet she somehow managed to have straight A's, and the only classes she didn't skip were English and Art. Her parents knew about it, but they didn't care much since she was still getting good grades, but they told her that by next year she needed to do better.

"Yes, your father got a new job opportunity and it was in Beacon Hills, California at their local high school. Since we are moving, we decided we would transfer you guys over there as well." Noshiko said.

"But what about all my old friends? And why do we have to leave Japan?" Kira asked, whining slightly.

"Come on now Kira, it won't be that bad, and plus you get to make some new friends, and you have a phone for a reason sweetheart." Ken said, smiling.

Y/n looked at her family, specifically Kira, and signed 'Besides, it's not like we had many friends, and I know you do but I don't. It would also be good to try exploring new places and meeting new people, this could be good for us, come on Kir.' Y/n signed, smiling.

"Yeah, what your sister said, and this time maybe you could try making some new friends too Y/n." Ken said. That made Y/n instantly start shaking her head no, smile dropping immediately.

"Yes sweetheart, and you better try making it to class. This is a new school sweetheart, and we cannot afford to let you skip as much as you did. I understand that you get picked on, but maybe this new school will be different, and you can actually make some friends. Give it a try, but if it still doesn't work then stay in with your father during break and lunch, so that way you don't have to face anyone." Noshiko said. This made Y/n think for a second. It was true, Y/n did get picked on quite frequently since she was mute, and her family knew it too.

They tried everything they could, talking to the office, switching schools, but nowhere seemed like a good fit for her. Kira, having a feeling that Y/n needed some comfort, reached her hand out towards Y/n, and smiled at her. This made Y/n feel just a slight bit better, but she was still anxious, she didn't know what Beacon Hills was like, and she hasn't stepped foot in America since she was adopted by the Yukimura's.

"Maybe mom and dad have a point, let's give it a try, and if things still don't work out, then we can try something else, but I will try to protect as much as I can Y/n/n." Kira said, putting her hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"Better yet, I'll be there too. Nothing will happen this time, and I will make sure of it." Ken said.

Y/n hesitated a bit more, and after some thinking, she finally nodded yes, deciding that maybe this was different. At least she hoped it was.

But oh boy did she hope, maybe a little too hard.

October 27th, 2013 Beacon Hills High School

Y/n and Kira were now at the high school, and they had been in Beacon Hills for about three weeks, but they haven't quite started school yet since the semester hadn't started, but now it had, and they had to go to their brand new school now. Kira was extremely nervous, since she knew she was most likely going to have to make some new friends. While Y/n, knew that she was most likely going to stick in her father's classroom during lunch, and keep to herself, no matter how much of a bubbly and bright person she was to those she knew, she understood that being at a new school was going to be hard, so she would wait to at least try and put herself out there.

The two girls were at the school now, and they were becoming Juniors, and going into the first semester. Normally Y/n would have been in Sophomore year, but she got bumped up a grade so she was with her sister. Yes, it meant more school work, but that didn't bother her, as she was used to doing a lot of work.

When the bell rang, the two girls were already in their fathers classroom, and then they took their seats in the back, Kira sitting in front of Y/n. Teens started filling up in the room, some chatting with their friends from the previous year, and some just sitting down.

"Hello class, my name is Mr. Yukimura and I will be your new History teacher this year. Some of you might know my two daughters, Kira and Y/n, or you might not since they never brought a friend home yet, or even socially interacted with anyone." Ken said.

Those words made Kira bang her head on the table, into her arms, while her sister who was behind looked up from her book, her face holding an awkward expression. Kira slowly lifted her head up with an awkward smile, while Y/n looked around at everyone with a shy look. She really wanted to dig herself a grave and put herself in it right now.

"Yep, that's them. Anyways, moving on with today's lesson...." As Mr. Yukimura kept talking, the class took their attention away from the two girls, except for this one boy, who had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He kept staring at Kira, sometimes glancing at Y/n, but mostly keeping his gaze on Kira, and Kira stared back awkwardly. Y/n looked between the two with curious eyes. Her gaze landed on the boy before returning back to her sister. After a moment it clicked, and Y/n immediately looked back down at her notebook. That boy was staring at her sister with doe eyes! Y/n took a note in her notebook, "Note to self, pretty brunette boy was staring at Kira with heart eyes."

The boy finally turned away after his friend in front of him tapped his desk with a pencil to get his attention. Kira returned to listening to her father teach, while Y/n sat there thinking, but she was also taking notes too. She was thinking about what this new school was like, and about that boy that was staring at her sister, she would have to get his name sometime. She has a feeling she was gonna see him again soon.

She had a gut feeling however. Why did she feel like something bad was going to happen soon? 

[buckybarnesss]

i'm a broken record about this but the whole jennifer modeled herself after paige and stiles is baked in 3A and it's absolutely insane.//

And to think that Stiles pretty cry face was the thing that broke Jennifer's spell over Derek.

okay but like there's a few things happening during this particular scene in the overlooked.

it's about the scott, derek and stiles dynamic. it's the scott and derek dynamic. it's especially the stiles and derek relationship.

it's a call back directly to the end of abomination where derek stalks off

remember the conversation at the end of abomination?

scott: we need to work together on this. maybe even tell the argents. derek: [appalled] you trust them? scott: [exasperatedly] nobody trusts anyone! that's the problem! while we're here, arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it's killing people, and we still don't even know anything about it! derek: i know one thing-- when I find it i'm gonna kill it.

compared to here in the loft where jennifer's manipulated derek and used magic on him to falsely earn his trust.

jennifer: something happened at the recital, at the school, okay? i need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear it for any of them. derek: from who? jennifer: scott, stiles...they're gonna tell you things-- things you can't believe. you have to trust me, okay? you trust me.

this time derek doesn't turn away from scott and stiles. they have offered trust to him and he reciprocates it. they are not on opposite sides now. not anymore. not after everything they've been through.

stiles crying at the idea of losing his father. scott's anger. these are two aspects of derek's life experience that he didn't want them to experience.

but...but they came to him to ask for his help. for him to trust him

and he does.

(derek was going to kill her. his first response to any and all threats is to kill it dead. she poisoned his sister, she tried to kill lydia, she's killed multiple people, she's kidnapped the parents, she manipulated and sexually assaulted him, stiles is crying....)

jennifer's hold just shatters and it's beautiful.

this moment is also called back to in 3B and perverted by the nogistune.

he goes to derek's loft for protection. he cries in the face of stiles's father pretending to be stiles. the nogitsune puts stiles in jennifer's position while it wears stiles's face. it uses stiles's tears as a weapon.

[crushed-oranged-angered]

I wish we knew when the nogistune possessed Stiles. Like we know when the door was open but not when it’s crossed. And Stiles was the most impactful character to possess (narratively and within the pack) but did the nogistune know that or was it just a coincidence? I’m just filled with questions constantly

[heroictoonz]

Tucker being the Meta in the RvB finale has the exact opposite energy of Stiles not being in the Teen Wolf movie even though the villain was the Nogistune