#void!stiles imagines

[thesavagetorebrothers]

Stirring the Pot||V.S.S.

Summary: Void!Stiles causes tensions to stir up between you and your brother, Scott, as truths come out about you and Stiles.

Warnings: manipulation, lying, verbal argument

   Void being loose in Stiles’ body had everyone exhausted and stressed beyond relief. As Scott’s twin sister, you were worried about Scott’s safety, as well as Stiles’. 

   You had loved Stiles ever since he became Scott’s best friend and was always hanging around Scott, and by default, you as well. After years of moping and longing after him, you finally decided to fess up to Scott after he caught you staring at dinner one night. 

   Scott had pulled you into his room when Stiles was taking a shower.

   “Why were you staring at Stiles like that?” Scott demanded. 

   “Staring like what?” You knew what he was talking about, but denial was your best option at the moment. Your brother had been extremely moody lately and you didn’t want to push him.

   “Like you have a secret. Like you want to hear every single word he says.” Scott was getting worked up, his voice getting louder and more animated.

   “Scott... I love Stiles.” You paused, watching his reaction. “And not like I love you. I want to be with him. I’ve always been close to him and... it just happened, Scott.”

   Scott’s eyes turned intense, and if I didn’t know my brother’s eyes like the back of my hand, I could have swore they were yellow in that moment.

   “You can’t like him like that, Y/N. He’s practically your brother and you aren’t ruining our friendship with him just because of your stupid crush.” Scott’s words stung, but he decided he wasn’t finished with the conversation. “Stiles doesn’t like you, Y/N. He just thinks of you as his best friend’s sister, hell, even as his own sister. If you say anything to him, it will ruin your friendship and you won’t get to see him again. He won’t love you back, ever, so I suggest you get those thoughts out of your head and move on.” You felt like you had been slapped in the face. Your brother was always so kind to you and you suddenly felt like you didn’t know him anymore. 

   You turned away from him and left his room. Of course, you had to bump into the towel-clad Stiles on the way to your room. You were already tearing up and seeing him made it worse. You pushed past him and he turned around, watching you rush into your room and slam the door.

   “What’s wrong with Y/N?” Stiles asked as soon as the door was shut. Scott scoffed.

   “Just some guy.” Stiles’ heart dropped.

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   Over a year later, you had an explanation for Scott’s behavior, as well as the strange things happening in your town. Learning your brother was a werewolf was a huge schock to you, but explained a lot, including the Stiles’ outburst. Since then, you had distanced yourself from Stiles, wallowing in the despair that he loved Lydia and always would. You’d met Isaac through your brother and had quickly become friends. The two of you loved to tease each other and flirt to irritate your brother, which also irritated Stiles for some reason. 

   So when the Nogistune showed up, your whole world crumbled to pieces. When you and the pack entered Derek’s loft that night, Void smiled, his eyes flickering between you and Scott. 

   “Well, if it isn’t Stiles’ favorite girl.” Void quipped, looking straight into your eyes. Your head tilted in confusion, looking towards Lydia. “Aww, how cute. She doesn’t even know.” Void fake pouted, looking at Scott with puppy eyes.

   That set Scott off. He stepped forward, fists clenched. 

   “Shut up!”

   The tension in the room rose as Void laughed.

   “Stiles’ precious little Y/N. Who knew Scott could be such a great liar?” 

   “What the hell are you talking about?” I stepped towards Void and Isaac stepped with me, prepared to pull me back. 

   “It’s none of your business.” Scott was angry already, but I didn’t care. I was in the dark and I hated it.

   Void stepped closer, a smirk gracing his face, clearly amused and having loads of fun. 

   “Scott lied to you, Y/N. He lied to you because he didn’t want to lose Stiles to you. Stiles loved you back-”

   “Shut. Up.” Scott growled, chest puffing up and down in anger.

   “-and when he told Scott, Scott told him you only liked him as a brother and  that Stiles needed to forget it, forget you.”   

   You turned to your brother, hurt all over your face.

   “You did what?” You screamed, angry that he lied to you all this time, that he lied to both of you. 

   “Ohh...” Void murmured, eyes slipping between you and Scott, clearly amused and loving your reaction. 

   “Y/N, I-”

   “Shut up Scott. I don’t want to hear your damn excuses. You lied to me, you lied to Stiles, and now you’re just pissed because someone called you on it. I’m sick of you treating me like a child!” You took several steps towards him, almost in his face, before Isaac pulled you back, into his arms.

   “Y/N, this is what Void wants. He knows you’re upset and he’s feeding off your anger. You’re making him stronger and it’s going to be harder to get Stiles back this way.” Isaac whispered in your ear, his hands pulling your arms around your body so you couldn’t move.

   You looked Void in the eyes, seeing his happiness at your anger as Isaac pulled you away from the fight, knowing your sadness and anger would spur your brother’s. 

Fin.

A/N: This was kind of a weird one and my first Void!Stiles imagine. I got the idea from the gif and decided to write it. Let me know what you think and feel free to send me requests! 

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[sourwolfimagines]

“You see, (Y/N), Stiles likes you, and he’s telling me to stay the hell away from you, so I thought..... why don’t we have some fun?”

[imagination-of-a-fandom-slut]

Feisty Little Dove ~Smutty September~

Prompt: Void Stiles wants one thing; his little dove

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: bondage???

"I don't see why you won't just give in to me, I know you liked Stiles." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I mean I get it, I'm the enemy or whatever, doesn't mean I'm not good in bed." Stiles laughs and I nod as if saying very funny. "Ah! Where are my manners, here, let me just..." He ripped the duct tape from my mouth,

"Shit!" I screamed and he grimaced,

"Sorry, little dove,"  I growl at him and he jumps back, laughing,

"Feisty little dove." He smiles, hands up in mock surrender.

"Jackass, you know it would be very much appreciated if you let me go." I nod my head to my restraints and he clicks his tongue, taking a seat on my lap and wrapping his arms around my neck,

"'I don't want to let you go, I want to keep you here with me." I reeled my head back and hit my forehead against his, he stood up, face twisting in rage, fist clenching. After a few seconds, he smiled and unclenched his fist. "It's not going to be that easy little dove." He bent over and kissed my forehead.

"Just let me go," I sigh and he shakes his head, turning so his back was facing me, "I won't tell Scott or anyone that you kidnapped me." I negotiate.

"No, no, no, I want to have a little fun." He sighs throwing his hands in the, turning back around to face me.

"Look at me, I'm having so much fun, in this abandoned warehouse you’ve dragged me too. Hip-Hip-Hooray." I smiled a smug smile and he puts his hands on his hips,

"You're being unreasonable." He pouts and wags a finger at me. "I'm going to untie you but don't run." He walks behind me and unlocks the cuffs around my wrist throwing them to the side. I pull my wrist around my body and rub them, "Don't." He growls, hands on my shoulders, lips hot against my ear. I try hard to ignore the aching in-between my legs. “I know you want this, me, us, just let us take care of you.” He licks the shell of my ear as his hand inches down toward my shorts, popping the button with ease. I watch, my breath bated, my nerves settling. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, I gulped and slowly shook my head, I wanted this, fuck I wanted this so bad. “Good, now we get to have some fun.” He shoves his hand down my shorts, fingers easily finding my clit. I gasp, bottom lip between, I receive a stinging slap to right thigh. “Don’t hold back those moans, I want to hear how much I please you, go ahead and moan for me baby girl.” As he finished he slipped two fingers inside of me, picking up a quick pace. 

“Fuck,” I growl, fingers clawing at the chair, Stiles’ chuckles against my ear, as he begins to ground the palm of his hand against my clit. 

“I want you to cum against my hand, make a mess for me in my hand, my little dove.” He commands, growling against my ear, I gripped his wrist, holding his hand in place as I desperately ride his hand, panting and crying. Mynails dig into his skin almost breaking it and he chuckles darkly against my ear, “Cum,little dove, cum for nogi.” I grunt, thighs clenhing around his hand, eyes screwed shut as I threw my head back against his shoulder, “There you go, look, we’re having so much fun.” He rasps against my ear, before forcing my thighs apart. “Up.” He commands and I take a moment before standing on shaky legs. He takes my spot and places his chine on his balled fist, “Strip for me little dove.” I stare down at him, eyes locked on his before I oblige, peeling my shirt over my head. I stand in my bra before turning around and undoing my shorts, I hook my thumbs in my shorts and in my panties pulling them down as I bend over. “Shit.” He whimpers and I smille, stepping out of my shorts. I turn back around and reach around to unhook my bra, “You’re beautiful little dove.” He grabs my hips and pulls me in between his legs, placing wet kissesall over my lower stomach, “I want you to ride me, can you do that?” I nod and bend over unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and briefs down and around his ankles. I climb onto his lap, guiding the tip of his cock to my entrance. My hands grip his shoulders, and I islowly sink down onto his cock, grimacing at the size, “Ah, yes, we’re as you kids say hung.” He chuckles and I just begin to pick myself up and down along his cock, panting as I adjusted to his size. “You feel amazing, little dove.” He sighs a pleasurable sigh, and I grab his chin and press my lips against his, forcing my tongue into his mouth, he moans and his hands grip my hips, as he begins to pick me up and down on his cock. I pull away his bottom lip between my teeth, 

“Stiles, you’ve always talked too much.” I pant and he smiles, fingers finding my clit. "God, you feel so amaing in my pussy." I cry and he picks up the pace, fingers quicker on my clit, "I'm cumming, fuck I'm cumming Stiles, I want you to cum with me." I whine, forehead against his, our mouths both forming the perfect 'o' shape as I clenched around his cock, cumming. He buries his face in my tits and digs his nails into my ass as he fills me with his hot seed, "God, Stiles!" I whimper, hands grabbing the back of his head as he finishes, body shaking. He pulls away from my tits and smiles up at me, 

"I told you, we'd have so much fun."

[all-fandoms-fiction]

The Devil Within (Void!Stiles x reader)

A/N: just got an inspiration to make a short one shot, nothing much. Also have tried to write some Sherlock smut, but I’m getting along very very very slowly. Can’t get a hold of the mood for some reason, sorry.

I had just arrived home, my bag lay on the floor next to my bed where I had just let it fall. I looked out of the window, surely I had closed it when I left. Then again the handle was stiff and I rarely bothered by closing it entirely, since I needed to use a hammer to do that. I also checked the mountain ash that I had poured under the windowsill, just in case. I didn’t want the werewolf in my living room accident happen again.

The night had started to fall, the stars coming out while the moon hid behind clouds. I suspected it would rain tonight, I needed to free warmly the next morning, no doubt of it. Just when it had started to get warm the weather had to change.

I pushed myself away from the window, clicking yet another lamp on but nothing happened. I didn’t see anymore light than the one I had already light up, and I tried again. I cursed under my breath, I hated it when this happened. Especially when the sun went down soon to leave me in the dark for over four hours before bed time.

I was snapped out of my frustration that I put on the lamp, when I heard movement close to my bedroom door and turned, but saw nothing. The shadows were dark, like black holes against my wall, so deep you could drown in them. I frowned. First my lamp dies and then I start hearing noises. Sounds like a perfect day for me.

I let the lamp be and walked over to my bed. I take my phone out of my pocket and start tapping. I open my music library and put on The Devil Within by Digital Daggers and take my notebook from my bag, taking it on my bed and letting it fall to lean on my thigh. I hummed the tune, going through the pages of my book, my pencil case still in my bag.

I will keep quiet You won’t even know I’m here You won’t suspect a thing You won’t see me in the mirror But I crept into your heart You can’t make me disappear Till I make you

Then I heard the sound again. It was like shoes sweeping over the wooden floor, being dragger over the surface agonizingly slow, tauntingly ghosting in the air. It drove me mad. I jumped up from my bed, slowly walking closer to the shadows, ready to get pulled into the darkness when white spots started to appear in the black shadow. I jumped backwards, a real human being walking out of the darkness only for me to realize it wasn’t a human being. It was a figure that resembled me of a walking dead corps. A corps I once knew, the body of my close friend’s that had been possessed by this awful spirit that had come to me  to haunt me.

”Hello, dove.” He mused with a smile on his pale face. The bags under his eyes were so unnaturally dark and he really did remind me of R from Warm Bodies. Then again he was possessed by an evil fox spirit which only proved how natural this situation was in the first place. By then I had backed away three steps, my face held a horrified expression.

”How did you get through the ash?” I stuttered. I held myself in a self hug, my arms wrapped around my front, my shoulders down but tense.

”You really didn’t expect that to stop me, did you?” He asked, humored by my scared figure and by trying to stop him and really believing in succeeding. ”I thought you would be smarter than that.” He took slow steps further which made me only back away more. I tried to keep the distance between us, but would soon hit a wall or a furniture if I’d need to continue this long enough.

”What do you want?” I questioned knowing I would lose myself if I would not get answers soon.

”I’m not going to hurt you.” He said as he closed the distance in between us. I had stopped backing up but his closeness did still affect me. ”I’m here just to keep an eye on you.” He smirked.

He kept studying me with his eyes, his ears taking in the lyrics in the song and he moaned, his eyes closing for a second. ”You have a great taste.” He groaned in pleasure with his low and raspy voice. He opened his eyes, leaning a bit closer and breathed into my ear, ”A song just written for us two.” And he laughed evilly, pulling away as panic took over me.

His dark eyes observed my weeping form, my arms holding myself together even if I was already breaking from the inside.

”Get used to me darling, as I’m not going anywhere.”

[furiousimagines]

Void!Stiles: He truly loves you, little dove. I can sense it. You’re lucky you’re beautiful.

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[furiousimagines]

Void!Stiles: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Ripper!Stefan: Yeah.. Y/N why don’t you join us for some fun?

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