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I’ve made a gif :3 

Then why did he put the Devil in me? Why do I feel it in my heart and my soul, clawing to be let out, if that’s not all part of God’s plan? xx

If the Oni can’t defeat you, I know someone who will.

Void Stiles being a deceptive little shit.

Forget everything you think you knew of who I used to be  I look much better as the enemy

Symbiosis Stiles & The Nogitsune,Teen Wolf.

Trying to make a nice painting is like cooking a very weird, complicated recipe: you spend a thousand years trying to make it right, you gobble it down in 2 seconds, and then you stare unfocused into the void, wondering if it wouldn’t have been better if you’d just eaten 7 cheeseburgers instead

As it turns out, the nogitsune had more powers than the pack ever got to see. A void is dark and cold and, as they find out, impossible to excise completely. Its essence lingers, and with it comes abilities the likes of which Stiles never expected and has no idea how to control.

Lydia Martin -Teen Wolf

Sarcarsm is my only defense

i’m bigger than my body i’m colder than this home i’m meaner than my demons i’m bigger than these bones

WAITING GAME | VOID!STILES (18+)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

DAY 2: SQUIRTING

WARNINGS:

Sex Toys, Bondage, Overstimulation, Edging, Spit Play, Begging, Mocking and Squirting.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

SLIGHT BLOODPLAY, DACRYPHILIA, DOM/SUB RELATIONSHIP.

I am not responsible for your media consumption. Please read the warnings. By reading more, you are confirming you are 18+.

you lay cuffed to the metal headboard. legs bound to the poles at the bottom of the bed. worn and panting. you could feel his presence watching you just like your been doing so for hours now. the cuffs clanged as your limbs jumped in overstimulation. you still hadn’t cum yet and your nub was way too sensitive to take much more.

your knuckles had turned white and nail marks pushed into your palms as you felt his fingers push underneath yours, pulling your fingers up and guiding them to clench around the bars. a groan and a gasp could be heard around the room as your eyes darted to the hot sensation of his tongue lock-in up the blood in your palm as he groaned at the taste.

his footsteps eerily low as he moved down your body once again as his wet fingers trailed across your spread thighs. the room was dark anyway, not much to see even without the blindfold he’d slipped over your eyes as soon as you walked into his apartment. you couldn’t hear anything else for a few minutes, not even his breathing, only yours and your heart pounding in your chest from gasping for air.

tears stained upon your flushed cheeks, saliva from where he’d licked them up too. your forehead covered in a light sweat, you wondered if he’d left the room for a moment, giving you a break, maybe even fetching you the water that you’d begged for which he only spat in your mouth at your request. but soon the faint sound of buzzing from that dreadful toy he’d found started up again.

fresh tears lined your eye and your mouth opened only to squeak out a timid beg. “please…” you breathed into hot air. a rough hand held your thigh down again as a dip in the bed became present beneath you as he perched between your legs. a mocking snicker and a repeat or “please” was his only reply as he hummed an old song again.

he dragged the vibrator up from your knee circling it and teasing you again, hearing your whines of pleasure and cries of painful torture. he wanted you soaked. he wanted a puddle beneath you. he didn’t want your cum. he wanted you to squirt. the thing you felt most embarrassed to do. your hole clenched around nothing and you screamed as he finally pressed the tip of the toy against your clit hard.

it was overwhelming already pushing you towards the edge you’d been hoping for the last hour or so. his fingers ghosted of your dripping hole.

“your pussy’s crying out for me, baby. you want my fingers?”

he teased. you couldn’t speak, babbling out nonsense as your head nodded fast. your mind dizzy as he slipped them in. his fingers worked fast, curling upwards as your vision blacked and your body shook. a soundless scream forced its way out of your lungs and his grin grew proud and he turned the toy off pulling out his fingers to rub them on your clit slowly, helping you through your orgasm.

he knew you were okay, you might’ve blacked out for a minute or so, but he could still feel your heart pulsing in your chest. you’d be okay once he’d cleaned you up and gave you some of the water he’d gotten whilst you waited. but you’d finally done it. you squirted and the smug smirk on his face when you’d woken up caused you to smile just a little.

🎃 KINKTOBER TAGLIST: @angelofthetrenchcoats @cvrliie @flowercrowns3438 @heyauntieeee @newgirl2 @stilessbaseballbat

VOID!STILES TAGLIST: @5lutfordylanobrien @bxrbie1 @carrot-shavings @greengarsstuff @hessafeelsfordayss @idylio24 @its-carlerrr @lilygreennn @luhh-snow @midnight-star47 @oh-kurva @ohwowimlonley @queen-eleven @queenofmisc @screambih @steadygoopangelhairdo @taurusvic @whoaskedgabby24 @xo-circe @yktfv18poisonlvy

more stiles blurbs??? last one was hot

A tense silence settles over the hallway as you look at the massacre and bloodshed, the ruby marks splattered across the wall, across your dress, and across Stiles’ face. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks are flushed, and his stained hands are balled into fists by his side. He’s done what he came to do. He’s managed the threat. He’s executed the entire council.

He looks at the damage he’s done as he regains control of his breathing pattern and once he manages to ground himself, he looks up and meets your eye.

You gaze at the face of the man you’ve grown to love these past few months. The face of a man who gave up sanity and freedom and his entire life just to be with you. The man who chose to crawl back into the labyrinth of the nogitsune just to keep you.

You step over the lifeless body at your feet, your heels clicking across the marble floor as you make your way for him. He watches you, still a bit lost in his own mind, but with each step you take, he becomes increasingly more aware of himself. Of you. Of why he’s here.

You take his face in your hands, thumb swiping a stray drop of blood from his lip. “How do you feel?” you whisper. You’re desperate to taste just a fraction of the ecstasy you’re sure is coursing through his veins. All that pain, all that agony, all that strife…you need it. More than you need air in your lungs.

His eyes flick between yours as he finds his voice. “So fucking good.”

You smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hands find your hips, tugging you into his body as your chest meets his. “Better than the last time.”

Your lashes flutter at the rough cadence of his voice. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs as he nudges his nose against yours. “S’fucking good, Angel. Promise you’ll like it.”

“I know,” you tell him within an instant, ready to find out. “I know, I can feel it.”

“Yeah?” His breathing is becoming sporadic, as is your own, both of you beginning to claw at the fancy outfits you’ve chosen for the evening in a desperate attempt to take. “This what you wanted?”

He pushes you back until you meet the wall, and you gasp at the contact as he begins to fist your dress in his large hand. 

This is what you wanted. It’s all you’ve wanted ever since he took you to the woods and introduced you to the Nemeton. Introduced you to the power. To Void. To the possibilities.

You’ve never seen a man more glorious. Never seen someone so comfortable in this type of light. This type of revenge. 

The Stiles you met back at the academy was quiet. Frustrated. Kept to himself and didn’t talk much about his past.

Spencer Reid had introduced you. Said Stiles needed a friend. A reminder that the future was louder than the past. 

You befriended the quiet, tortured boy. Figured out why he hid in the shadows. What he was trying to hide from.

He didn’t just let you in that night. He let the darkness in as well.

“We should…we should go,” you pant as he trails his open-mouthed and desperate kisses along your jaw. “They’ll be here soon, and you know Hotch won’t let this go—”

“Don’t fucking care,” he whispers, fingers slipping up the inside of your thighs as he kicks your feet apart. “Don’t care, Angel. Know you don’t, either.”

Your eyes roll back as he cups the back of your neck just to bite on your bottom lip. As he takes. “I care about keeping you safe—”

“M’safe right fucking here. Right here, with you.”

You whine when you feel him press the heel of his hand to your clit, rolling his wrist just to watch you squirm. “Stiles—”

“What?”

You gasp for air. “We have to go—”

“Not yet. Not until I get what I came for.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” he whispers, nose against your cheek as he slips his fingers inside. As he curls and beckons you toward what you want. What you both want. “You know the deal. Know it’s all for you—”

“Fuck.” Your head falls back against the wall with a thump. You’re not even sure how you’re still standing or why he’s so set on doing this now, but you suppose he’s right. A deal was made that day in the woods. A deal you can’t exactly opt out of and wouldn’t want to if you could. 

“If you wanna go so bad…” he murmurs as he drags his teeth along the outer shell of your ear. “…then I guess you better give me what I want.”

He wants to ruin you. See tears streaming down your face as you beg him for the power he wields. For the euphoria that comes from the dark kitsune spirit. For the touch that bends you, the touch that breaks you, the touch that belongs to nobody else but him.

The lifeless bodies on the floor, the blood painted across the walls, the strife he’s caused here…that’s only the tip of the iceberg. It’s only a fraction of what he feeds off of. 

What he truly needs to survive…is you.

You know this. You’ve always known this. And you adore it, truthfully. Adore the way your body, your pleasure, your pain is his destiny. Is the reason he exists. The way he spends each moment tortured by the thought of consuming you. 

It’s what drives him.

Like now. With all this chaos in the air (and on the floor), he can’t leave, he can’t move on until he gets what he really came for.

You.

And you’re not cruel. You’re not unfair. You’ll give him exactly what he wants, and you’ll do it gleefully.

He growls in the back of his throat when he feels you clench around his fingers. When he feels your nails scratch down his white shirt that’s stained crimson. When he feels you finally let yourself go.

And each kiss, each bite, each thrust is made for you. To own you, to have you, to ravish you. 

Stiles Stilinski is many things.

Focused has always been one of them.

You can hear the sirens in the distance. The fleet of vehicles as they surround the building and screech to a stop. The sounds of stomping boots and the cocking of guns as they yell their orders and positions.

They’ve come to take him away.

And while Spencer has always done a rather good job of giving you both a head start, you don’t imagine Stiles’ old boss will be pleased to see him at the center of this unjust crime.

So, just before they can swing the doors to the hotel lobby open, you give him what he wants. You gasp his name and fall into his arms as he carries you through the moment. As he whispers, “S’a good fucking girl,” over and over until you wilt into his chest in an attempt to catch your breath. 

And he seethes your name under his breath, the power you’ve just given him unlike any other. The rush of control and dominance almost enough to knock him off his feet. 

But you’re both out of time. You can hear the sound of Hotch’s voice as he leads his men toward the hallway you both currently reside in. 

And as Stiles leans back, ready to flee, you catch his eye. His smug smile rather victorious and so fucking pleased as he takes your hand and yanks you away from the wall.

You manage to slip through the emergency exit in seconds before you race down the steps, away from the mess you helped create and toward your getaway car.

Tonight, he got lucky. You both did. Perhaps next time, you won’t be able to say the same. 

But then again...you suppose you’ll just have to wait to find out.

I’m in a Stiles mood, sorry 😭

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

Disconnected (Disconnection).

TEEN WOLF || void stiles

I think someone else is here with me...

Everyone has it. ˙ʇı ǝsol uɐɔ ǝuo ou ʇnq

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