Pairing: Robert Reynolds x Reader, technically if you squint Void x Reader? in the slightest way
Summary: After coming home from a delayed mission, you find Bob fighting with the Void. Taunted by his words, he decides to show Void just how much he doesn’t have you.
Warnings: Cucking the Void(!!!), so much dirty talk, fingering, minor choking, rough sex, reader tears up from the fucking lol
Word Count: 2.5k
first time writing a smut for our dear bob hehe
It started with silence— it always does. When Bob gets lost in his thoughts, thinking too deep into his insecurities. You noticed he was off during your last call with him, but he never mentioned it, so you didn’t pry. You’d gone on a mission with some of the New Avengers, and what was supposed to be a couple of days turned to almost a week. You’d called him one last time before the team went off the grid, telling him you’d be a day late. But here you were, five days later, just now getting to have contact with him.
As soon as you entered the apartment, you could tell something was off. It’s a deep silence. One that makes the air feel thick as it seeps into the room— almost suffocating. The living room was dark, the low hum of the fan kept the quiet from being deafening, and the only small source of light came from Bob’s bedroom. He always left at least a lamp on, just in case of nights like this when you’d come over during the later hours. But tonight, the gesture had been overlooked. A small voice slid through the crack of the door, indistinctly Bob’s. You slowly made your way farther into his apartment, shutting the door before quietly stepping towards his room.
“Bob?,” you spoke, voice low as not to disturb him. He was muttering, harsh but quick responses to a voice you couldn’t hear.
He’s sat on the edge of his bed, the lamp in the far corner being the only light to illuminate him. His elbows are bent on his knees, holding his head in his hands. His fingers tangled into his curls, the distress causing him to grip tight. He felt your presence, the calming aura you gave him radiated towards his unsettled one. He wanted to look up at you, to greet you and pull you close.
But he was here.
“Don’t look at her. Don’t speak to her,” he harshly whispered, his voice low and deep. You closed the door behind you, slowly making your way over to him.
“I said, don’t speak to her. She’s not yours, she isn’t for you.”
“Bob? Who’re you talking to?”
His head moved, almost looking in your direction before turning the other way and looking behind him. He was listening to something— or someone— that you couldn’t hear, couldn’t see.
Then it hit you.
The last time you’d seen him act this way was months ago, the last time that Void came around. You’d thought Bob made progress; he seemed happier now, more in control of his abilities and strength. Your heart broke for him, the feeling of remorse tightening in your chest.
“Is… is he back?” Your voice was small, but clear to him. He finally looked up at you. The usual warmth his eyes held for you was almost gone; like it was fighting to stay in his orbs.
“He never really left, I think. He started to show up a few days ago, but I shrugged it off. He only comes to me when I’m starting to feel safe again. Sometimes I think he’s right. He says I’m not good enough for you, that I’ll never deserve you… but he does. He thinks you should belong to him, not me.”
Your heart broke for him. Bob had always been nothing short of the best for you. There was no one else in this world that you’d rather call yours. You stepped closer to him, his eyes never leaving you as you approached him.
“Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t get to make that decision.”
She’ll grow bored of you. Too nice, too soft. Let me show her what power really feels like.
He stood up, stepping towards you suddenly. His taller stature towered over you as he cornered you against the wall you stood in front of. You could tell whatever Void just said to him pissed him off; his breathing intensified and the look in his eyes darkened, jaw clenched.
“I… I feel him,” he began, voice low and spoken through gritted teeth, “He’s just watching. Listening. It’s… He’s… getting off on this.”
The second you let your guard down, she’s mine.
He shook his head, still trying to fight Void’s comments about you.
You take a hand and run it through his hair, pulling his head down closer to you. Nothing more than a whisper, you lean into his ear and say, “Let him suffer. You’re the only one who can touch me, Bob. I’m yours.”
“Say it again, I don’t think he heard you clearly.”
“I’m yours, Robert. Only yours.”
It’s like a switch flipped in him. He kissed you harshly; it was sudden, probably bruising; it was dominant. One unfamiliar to you. He’s only ever kissed you with tenderness, like you were made of porcelain. Now, you felt his anger, his frustration. Not with you, never with you, but for him. His hands moved quickly, determined to get your clothes off as fast as he could, hands slightly trembling. It wasn’t just the lust now coursing through his veins, but it was possession… dominance.
His hand slid down your body tantalizingly slow— like he’s showing Void exactly what he can’t have. You whimpered as his fingers rubbed circles around your core, moving around you expertly. He made sure Void knew that he knew your body, not him.
“Already so wet for me,” he muttered against your neck, kissing right under your ear. “Always for me, isn’t it? Never for him.”
You nodded, whimpering a small little ‘hmm’ as a response. He slid two fingers into you— no warning, no slow ease, just rough desire. His other hand held the back of your neck, keeping you stable.
“He… sees this, doesn’t he?” you say through moans, panting as he stared down between your legs.
Bob nods, his fingers picking up the pace. “Yeah… Yeah, he does.”
Your voice dropped lower, whispering into his ear, “Let’s show him how good you make me feel. Let him suffer knowing he’s not the one sinking into me… he doesn’t get to feel me like this.”
He growls a low moan from deep in his chest. He crashes his mouth back onto yours, tongue slipping into your mouth, desperate to kiss you as deep as he could. His fingers were quick, ruthless, like he was showing Void just how real you were… how deep he could reach inside you. He could never— would never.
“You’re so wet… so desperate for me. Not him. Never, ever him.”
“Mmm, only you… Only for you,” you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. Your hands grip his shoulders as he doesn’t let up, his relentless pace making your legs start to tremble. Your orgasm is chasing you, running up behind you ready to push you over.
“Show him, baby. Show him how you fall apart for me. How much you need me,” he begged. You clench over his fingers, knowing you’re at the edge. He grinned— a dark, powerful grin. He took pride in making Void suffer.
“Go ahead, baby. Come for me, all over my hand… let him fucking watch you.”
You did as you were told, his fingers coated in your warm slick as you shook before him. Your hips jerked against his hand, trying to get him ever deeper inside you.
“Yeah… that’s it. Look at you… such a mess for me.” He whispered, taking his fingers out of your pulsing core. He rubbed your pussy, collecting more of your slick before bringing his fingers to his mouth. A small gasp escaped you as you watched him lick your come from his hand, savoring the flavor of your arousal like you were his dessert. Taking his fingers out, he muttered something. It was unintelligible, but harsh— he’d spoken to Void directly. He pulled you away from the wall just enough to slide his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Bob was always so gentle with you, so polite with his touches— so much so that you forgot his abilities… his inhuman strength.
He tossed you onto the bed, making quick work of his own clothing.
You’re weak, Robert. Your body could never please her.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bob spoke, his voice louder and stern. His jaw tightened, scanning your body. “Just look at her. You’re torturing yourself knowing you’ll never feel how warm she is, how nice she takes me.”
He strokes his cock a couple of times and slams into you without warning, one deep and punishing thrust. You cry out, clutching his broad shoulders.
“Gonna fuck her until there’s nothing left for you. I’ll ruin her— oh, fuuuuck,” he moans, almost a growl as pleasure and anger course through him. His thrusts are deep, like he’s trying to bury himself so far into you that Void could never pull him out— showing him just how much he gets to have of you. You can tell when Void speaks to him; his thrusts hit harder and he snarls, almost like he’s holding back from verbally destroying him.
You look up at him, his eyes glowing gold just the tiniest bit, just as he shakes his head.
“You’re mine. Mine. Not his, you’ll never be his. He doesn’t get to have you like this, all warm and tight around me.”
You’ll fuck up and lose her. You know it.
Bob snaps, his hips slamming even faster into you. A hand wraps around your throat, the pressure making you close your eyes in bliss. The grip is tight, firm but still gentle. You weren’t sure of what he said to Bob, but you knew it pissed him off. His hand grounded you as he let his anger out, tightening just a little more.
“She’s so tight around me, gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go.” His other hand now gripped the headboard. “She’s. Still. Here,” he growls through his gritted teeth, a hard thrust of his hips hitting yours with each word.
Your body arched off the bed, hips moving to meet his. Your eyes began to fill with tears, the pleasure becoming almost enough to push you to your orgasm.
“Robert…” You moan loudly, using some force to push out a sound that wasn’t a whimper.
“Mmm, that’s right, baby. Say it again. Louder, make sure he hears you.”
This time, you screamed his name, with one of your hands gripping his upper arm and the other raising to touch his face. The hand he placed on the headboard came down to meet your hip, and he held onto you so tight you felt the bruising start to form.
“Good girl,” his voice is lower, cracking at the end. He wasn’t tired as his pace has yet to falter, but it was something deeper, more personal. It’s almost like he said it in a way where he’s in disbelief, stunned that you’re underneath him, and that you’re real. Something Void told him he’d never have— something real, someone real. To love forever, to be with until the end of his days.
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking perfect. So goddamn perfect and you’re mine. Not his. You’ve always been mine.” His words come out strong, like he’s beating the idea into Void even harder.
The darkness started to fade from the room— you didn’t realize it, but it wasn’t just dark in the apartment, it was Void. He’d caused the apartment to become engulfed by his darkness, his evil.
Void began to silence himself. Bob wasn’t feeling that shiver creep up his back like he was there, watching as he made you unravel before him. It was just the two of you, finally.
But, Bob wasn’t finished.
He pulled out of you in one quick, solid movement and flipped you around onto the bed. His hand pressed into your back to hold you down onto the bed. Your fists grip the white sheets as his thrusts pick back up, causing your body to shake.
“I need the fucker to see this before he goes back to whatever shit hole he came from. I need him to understand that you want me like this. Need him to watch you take it— take all of me in that pretty pussy.”
His hand slides up your back, now placing his forearms on each side of you. Your loud, whiny moans mixed with his needy, gravelly ones as they filled the room, echoing off the walls and holding the two of you. He leans over you, his mouth at your ear as his breath sends chills up your spine.
“Tell me you love me, baby. Tell him that you love me, before the fucker leaves. Say my name.”
“Fuck, Robert, I love you so fucking much— mhmmm— there’s no man better for me than you.” Your voice sounds more like a prayer, sobbing the words to him as you whimper through the moans.
That’s what breaks him.
He groans into your neck, his hand reaching up to hold yours as his hips thrust a few more times, spilling inside you. It’s deep and hot, like he’s pouring everything he is into you— his body, his soul, his darkness. Almost as if he had finally exorcised the evil from himself, finally at ease.
You’d come with him, crying his name out into the pillow, your core clenching around him.
It’s silent now— the room, the Void.
He pulls out to lie beside you, pulling your exhausted body into his.
“I’m sorry if I was..”
“Don’t be,” you cut him off, knowing his next words, “You needed that, baby. I needed you.”
“He just.. he got back into my head. He was so loud this time. Just constantly telling me how I’d never be good enough for you, how I’d never deserve someone like you. I just wanted to disappear again.”
You turned so that your chest pressed against his, tilting your head up to look at him. The gold sheen in his eyes was now gone, leaving you to look into these beautiful brown eyes you’d fallen in love with.
“I know, my love.. I know. But you didn’t.”
“It’s.. it’s weird. I heard him fade away this time. That’s.. never happened before. I could feel him sinking away from me. Like each time you said my name he pushed him back into his own void. I hate him. I hate that he’s always here, just waiting to come for me again.”
You caressed his face, using your thumb to wipe at a tear starting to roll down his face.
“I know,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw, “but I’m here, too. And I always will be.”
He looked down at you, eyes filling up with more tears, “Don’t let go of me tonight.. need to keep feeling you.. how you’re real.”
“I won’t. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He grabbed down at the blanket that was almost off the bed, unraveling it the best he could with one hand and pulled it over the two of you. It was quiet after that— a good kind of quiet.
He muttered your name once, in a whisper, like he just admired you— like a thank you. Like a lifeline. Like a forever.
a/n: prompts 37. i’ll always love you + 88. why are you crying? used. also anon ur so real and as soon as i had context i was like “OH top gun bob” but when i googled him alone i only got pink floyd results 😭😭
requested by anonymous
Ever since the New Avengers formed, you felt like your life was on track. Stable job, stable home, debatable stable friends, and a boyfriend who was…he was working on it. But Bob was good in so many ways and every day he proved how much he’d been improving, that was why you loved him.
After a mission left you feeling quite defeated, you decided to have some quiet time on the deck. The lights were off, you thought no one would notice you slouching on the furniture outside, but Bob did. “Y/N? It’s so cold out here, what are you doing?” He shuffled out with a blanket to offer you and soon found you with tears falling down your cheeks as you overlooked the lights of the city. “Hey, why are you crying?” His soft voice broke you from your trance and you looked at him with your bloodshot eyes. Bob took your hand and waited for you to speak, hoping you would share instead of keep it inside.
“Do you still love me?” You said shakily, averting your gaze once more.
“Of course I do.” Bob leaned closer and grabbed your face between his warm hands. “I’ll always love you. Why would you even ask that?” Your tears weren’t done flowing, sinking beneath his gentle grasp.
“I fucked up.” You told him, but he’d already read the mission reports from everyone.
“That wasn’t your fault.” He assured you, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing you on the cheek. “I know it wasn’t. The team knows it wasn’t.”
The plan had been simple. Do not, under any circumstances, show a break in the system, in our power.
For you, this has meant to leave the house earlier than needed, for a walk dedicated to caffeine. You’d have your bag, umbrella and purse accessorizing it. The weather would differentiate from rain to sun to cloudy dimmer. There’d be a skip in your walk, a need for quicker movement, for more speed. But why, they’d ask. You’d answer, never with a frown of uncertainty, with a tumble of unsteadiness. Instead, it’d be a laugh of habit, to bury the clear lack of safety trailing along side you.
Scott, so loving and kind, made sure to check anyway. He had searched for an intruder of human kind, of digital threat or supernatural games. But he was unsuccessful, and so, so sorry for you. But of course, the chitter of your lip was gone in an instant, replaced with all but a smile. That is, if it had looked anything alike.
The walk you’d fear now more than ever, consumed and overthrew your rational and human scare of the supernatural. Scott, despite his friendly demeanor, had a bite for kill, eyes for hunt and claws for prey. Allison, an arrow for your heart. Isaac, teeth for your throat. And Lydia, a scream for your head.
You and Stiles were paper thin, easily crushed underneath.
Perhaps that’d been enough of a reason for trust, for vulnerability.
Late into night, for stars and moon to stand higher than all, alarmed a melody for attention and awake. You had sat on your bed, fingernails crushed by your teeth, as the line build up longer and longer, with no telling whether it was ignorance or sleep hindering the awaiting conversation. All windows and roller blinds shut and secured, so nothing was to be seen.
After the second attempt, it had felt silly to you, calling someone who had clearly no time in their life, for an unnervingly spooked teenager.
But, all noise and line stopped, and a deep clear sound sucked you in. For was he awake, or finally annoyed, and had hung up on you, or he’d accepted a camouflaged scream for guidance and safety.
“Hello?” The voice had panted.
“Stiles?” Your voice asked. For security it was really him, or if he’d not read your name, you weren’t sure.
But there was a pause, long and suffocating.
“What do you need?”
That had been your first abandonment of the plan, your first move in a game of chess against an faceless opponent. A mask with a plan, them, unknown, but you, the one to lose. But of course, the downfall had felt like a victory blanket, wrapping you in it’s safe and warm arms. In this case however, it was the coffee sitting in your lap and hands, and the temperature in the jeep older than time.
The seats were comfortable enough to sink into, to lose time and space in the blur of the world. Here, where succumbing to the gentle flows of music would be heaven, you could relax. Stiles had settled for empty words, silent communication. You had brought him a coffee too, yet to be tasted and complained about, even if it was his favorite taste, his favorite drink. He had yet to drink. For now however, the rain drew around you and left you for a rest. The danger be dammed, if sleep could not calm you.
Eyes still painfully open, you sought out the plan of yesterday and tomorrow. Something was happening, to not only you, but Stiles, Allison and Scott. You hadn’t given your soul for your parent, for he was save and sound while theirs were in deadly panic. However, you seemed to have caught a second shadow, lingering in the fearful beyond of your understanding. No trace was ever left, only the little things with no meaning other than dread.
Your room was not the cleanest, but every change made was noticeable. What was yours, was not to be moved without your notice. Your father was quite the cleaner, so every time an item disappeared, your first question would be directed to him. He always had an answer. Well, until now.
You had a camera since your mother had passed, determinant to capture every moment with importance. Once gray would braid into your hair, you would sit with a book, full of memories and moments. You would have a museum of adolescence and childhood, many old and new faces joining along the way. At some point, it would probably get lonelier, but colorful doodles would erase any traces of sadness. One section however, would be missing in the book, set aflame by a teenage you.
The set of photographs that returned with the camera.
After the camera had been removed, and wasn’t found by your all knowing father either, you could only feel restless. Every memory that clung to that collector was a bad one, ruined by blood and death. Canines and corpses were disturbed by it first, a follow on threat from Derek too, as he would sooner or later destroy that camera. He hadn’t, and back then, you were immensely grateful for it. It was the last present from your mother, an item without price. But as the days turned more violent, so did the people.
Matt had been a friend of yours, for he shared the same passion as you had. Only had he used his camera for much more disturbing purposes. Not only the murderous ones, but the stalker and creepy pictures. He hadn’t had any of you, only the ones taken with your knowledge and consent. It was still a fright to see how wrong you can deceive someone as, and how easy it is to pretend you’re someone you’re not. It made you question if all of the moments with him were a façade, or if that was actually him, under all the hatred and rage. Whatever it was, it had been destroyed as soon as a weapon was held parallel to you, shaking from a murderous rage not even you would be spared of.
A set of photographs, five to exact, appeared only this week, along with your camera. Nothing was damaged, but it was clear it had been used by someone with no knowledge of cameras. What they did know however, is how to remove fingerprints. You had asked Stiles to give the stolen item to his father, if he could find something to identify the person who had, not only access to your house, but also was able to put it in place without you noticing. Whenever you weren’t at home, your father was, and having someone hurt your father wasn’t a risk you wanted to take. The sheriff had found nothing, but also suggested to stay with his son.
The photos were taken from outside, always the same position and time. At the front of your house, late into the evening. You could see your room, all open, for the roller blinds were closed in fear of the unknown. One however, was a picture of your front door, seemingly at day. There was no shadow to see, nor any clothing or a hand. Nothing! But worst of all, it was accompanied by a little note on the bottom of the photograph.
Don’t feel too safe.
The person was trying their hardest to write in a way that made it seem like that was their actual handwriting. It looked neat, too neat. The e’s were clearly the odd ones out, for they looked messy and awkward in comparison to the other letters. So whoever wrote the note, and by default also took the photos, was changing their handwriting.
Did she know that person’s handwriting if they tried to conceal it, or was it an attempt to confuse her?
“We’re here.”
And so would be the nightmare to your fright.
They were getting closer, the steps a mere second away from putting their hands on you. You could feel their eyes, the malice in their words. You hadn’t felt safe, even when everyone tried to convince you otherwise. While eating dinner with Scott and his lovely mother was absolutely amazing, the comfort couldn’t reach for your own house. Your room was lonely and dark, the shadows lingering even with the light. You hadn’t want to, yet you still found yourself at the Stilinski’s doorstep.
You rang the bell, pulling closer the jacket meant for rain, not cold. The sun was long gone, accompanying you for your walk, and then taking its own way. The moment was frozen for a second, before the door swung open, and Stiles came to be in your sight, with visible excitement until his eyes fell on you, deflating.
“You’re not the pizza I didn’t order but still kinda wanted.”
“Sad, I know. Now, could you find it in your heart to let me in?”
He sighed before answering dramatically. “If I must.”
He stepped back into his house, the door open for you to follow. You stepped in, the warmth tingling on your cold skin. Your took off your shoes, before closing the door and following Stiles. He was in the kitchen, preparing something. His head turned, his eyes focused on you. “You can already go in the living room.”
You nodded, before leaving for the said room.
It was cozy, with vanilla and spiced candles lit. There were heavy blankets, pillows softer than a dream. The movie that was playing called for your attention, the characters familiar to you, no thanks to Stiles. Star Wars was playing, and you smiled at the scene playing in front of you. A young Anakin Skywalker, telling his love of his hatred for sand. It was a rather amusing scene, for all the wrong reasons. But you felt more happy with a rambling Anakin, than to see him lose everything he cherished. Darth Vader was iconic, no question, but the pain he endured to be him, wasn’t worth it.
You turned your head once Stiles walked in with one mug in his hand, probably for you, as there was already a Star Wars themed one occupying the table. Once he sat next to you, he handed you the warm mug, a blue one with stars and the moon on it. “It’s hot chocolate.” You looked at him, saw him take a sip of his own hot chocolate. You nodded, blew away the steam, and took a sip. It was warm, sweet but the perfect amount. It danced on your tongue, neither burned or froze it, and you had to ask him how he made it later. It warmed your hands.
You could get used to this. You took another sip, sat in peace with Stiles and watched Anakin and Padme. How wrong you were to wish for things that would never be yours, you would have to see.
Stiles took the mug from you, before you could drink even more. “Stiles, what-“ But continuing to speak felt impossible with a tongue so heavy, and a throat so dry. Each of your muscles felt sleepy, your eyes drowsy and weak. The pull to close them was strong, and felt so good to give into. Your limbs felt weightless and a thousand pounds, one simple touch enough to make you collapse. And god, was it easy for him to make you helpless.
Your head fell first, a soft cushion taking most of your fall. You couldn’t move, couldn’t look or speak. Everything felt hazy, your fingers so heavy and hard to move. Nothing was in your control anymore, nothing was for you to do. You were trapped in your own body, until your ears shut down too, and you were all but well. It was easy to pinpoint where you had fallen, the bones easy to feel. Your head was placed upon his knees, the rest of your body still where you had sat before control was whisked away from you.
If one were to see the scene, they would think nothing of malice. Just two people watching a movie, while one of them fell asleep. And with Stiles, this wouldn’t have bothered you, had he not drugged you. There was a question of why the fuck he would do that. Why he would be like this, but finding the answer felt far too away. Reaching for an answer felt difficult, and you just didn’t have the energy to think anymore.
The man above you was grinning, like stars just fell upon him. His hand fell into your hair, massaging your scalp as if you weren’t laying passed out in his lap. It had been so incredibly easy to get you in this position, to get your trust. It was even easier to pretend to be someone he was not. You believed him, and everyone else still did. And with you now exposed to his not very in character actions, he would need to make you act under his rule.
Luckily for him, he got whatever he wanted. Always.
Never trust a fox. There are better people to lean towards, even if you are in Eichen House, also known as Echo House. More than just the patients whisper through the halls, and they prey on those whom are vulnerable.
The Nogitsune is a dark spirit, and it knows exactly the thing that will destroy the boy within the body that it possessed. And it is in those halls, but not for long...
Part One
Summary;
When Stiles admits himself to Eichen, he doesn’t only recognise Malia. There is another old face in the crazy house, one that he has missed dearly.
Part Two
Summary;
The Nogitsune has its prey just where it wants it; out in the open and vulnerable to his whim and words.
Part Three
Summary;
The plan of the evil forces kick into motion, as Scott and Stiles, mostly the matter, stress about your disappearance from Eichen.
Part Four
Summary;
You are found at the scene of the crime, however, the pack still sees you as an innocent and a victim, and they think you are assured by their mission of dismissing the spirit once and for all.
Request: Could you write a Void Stiles x reader where she's not afraid of him at all? Like, she's just a chaotic person and actually thinks he's really interesting? Please and thank you! Love your writing by the way!!
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count: 440
His lips part and scream tears through his lips. But only blink in response, unfazed. It causes his stature to shift, leaning back with a blink as he raises his left brow at you.
And you stare back at him, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m not afraid of you.” Your words aren’t said in a defensive way. You aren’t trying to prove anything to the man stood before you. They’re simply the truth. You aren’t afraid of Void, and it’s not just because he has the face and body of a dear friend of your own. It’s simply because you do not find him threatening; nor do you find the power he holds the threatening.
His lips quirk ever so slightly, the edges of his lips raising into a smirk as Void tilts his head. “Everyone is afraid of me, darling.”
“Not me,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders.
Void’s smirk fades and replaces with a frown. His eyes narrow and his shoulders tense. “I mean it as no insult,” you elaborate, taking a step towards him. “I simply find you interesting.”
And there’s silence for a long while. Void just stares back at you, as if trying to understand you. Assess you. You let him with ease, continuously unfazed as you meet his gaze head on, never wavering. And, once again, his lips curve into a smirk and his head tilts to the right. Void takes a step towards you, officially closing what little distance had existed between the two of you. His chest presses against your own and Void towards over you, Stiles’ eyes staring back at you but infected with corruption of the nogitsune.
“I must say,” he eventually says, his voice flooded with amusement. “You certainly are interesting.”
“I could say the same thing.”
And then his hand raises, moving to cup your cheek. You let him, even leaning into his touch a little, despite the fact that he’s the enemy. You should be scared of him, and even if not that, you should revolt him. He’s not only tortured your pack, but specifically targeted Stiles and done unbelievable and vile things.
Yet, you don’t seem to care. You’re calm, content even, stood there in front of him, practically in his arms, barely a distance between the two of you.
“You’re not like the rest of you pack,” Void mumbles, biting his bottom lip. “Afraid of what they can’t control. You seem to accept it.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you let your body ease against his own. “I guess you could say i’m a little chaotic.”
Chuckling, Void shakes his head. “Oh, I definitely like you.”
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Void had dealt with the banshee, whispering her dreaded fears into her pierced ears as you lay down on the floor, allowing the blood to drip from your lip, creating a small puddle on the concrete below you.
When the fox bit you, you felt the pain. But as weird as it sounded, it felt good. And then you felt the snap of a tail, which empowered you. The Oni were under Void’s control - it was all going to plan.
A silhouette ran through the corridor, looking for Lydia, but he found more than her. She was knelt, shaking before your compressed form, remembering how you always used to be silent in the halls of the high school.
“(Y/N)?” She called your name, which diverted Stiles down the correct route. She had seen you at school, before you had been sent to the mad house, It was a cruel punishment for believing in folklore, especially when it was the reality in this town.
Although back then, she would never have interacted with you. But you were Stiles’ friend, and whilst she was checking you over, he interrupted her.
“(Y/N), thank god you’re okay.” He moved closer, brushing your hair back. You could see that he was drained, presumably from being so close to void as well as having been split from him.
“Stiles.” Your voice was hoarse, however that was not due to presumed dehydration or fear. There was a heat in your throat from the excitement that void had given you.
He may have drawn blood from you, but you enjoyed the pain. It gave a boost to your body, making you feel more powerful.
“We’re going to get you out of here.” His eyes shifted to Lydia, and you squinted. There was something there, you could sense it, and had already decided that you weren’t a fan of whatever it was.
“I can’t, he won’t let me.” A false tear fell from your eye, running down your face. Of course he would, this was all a ploy obviously.
But Scott and his pack were too fickle to know any better. They always wanted to do the good thing, no matter how pricey the consequences could potentially be.
“Stop it.” Stiles feared his darker twin, but he couldn’t leave you, that would be a death sentence. Or at least, he was convinced that it would be. “I’m not leaving you, not again.”
His eyes searched your face, scanning your expression. You looked scared, traumatised. But inside you were confused, he had let you disappear before. Why wouldn’t he again?
They were just sweet words slipping past his lips, all false. It was dumb to trust him, or should you say yet again.
“Nothing is going to be okay.” You stated, knowing that you only delivered the truth. “Nothing’s ever going to be okay.”
It wasn’t, not if they trusted you, and not if you trusted Void, however that was the cycle. Nothing could be changed, you were no longer human.
You were something else. A powerful being, a celestial kitsune.
-
Melissa shon a torch in your eyes, as you sat on the bed of a hospital room. Stiles was sat in the seat beside it, nervously chewing on his fingers.
“You look all good.” The nurse spoke, placing the small torch back into her scrub pocket. “She’s going to need food, and rest, you good looking after her Stiles?”
At the sound of his name, said boy perked up, giving Scott’s mother a big old thumbs up. From his certainty, she left the room, leaving you and Stiles to be alone in the space.
There were still bags under his eyes, he was weak. Void had really taken it out of him when they separated, the spirit was a source of power.
“I’m not good.” Your voice cracked on instinct. “And that is why he’s coming for me...”
“When?” Stiles asked, coming closer to you out of urgency. There was a pull in his gut, demanding hun to protect you. He had already failed to do so once, he couldn’t give in to that failure again.
You had deserved so much better than to be thrown into Eichen, that place was practically hell. It was impossible to imagine what you had endured before he had his stay there.
“At the school, tomorrow night.” This was the plan, lure them into a trap. “Someone else is going to die Stiles, it won’t just be Allison.”
At the mention of the girl’s name, he winced. You wondered how Scott was coping, it was a fatal loss to their pack, and another would surely fall and crumble at the Oni’s feet.
“Not if we kill him first.” Was his adamant reply. If you weren’t playing a role, you’d have surely laughed at his profession, there was no killing the spirit.
It was eternal, there was nothing able to corrupt the fox spirit. He would live on forever, even if his replica body was to be diminished.
Scott watched as Stiles paced around the room. He had just heard from his dad after he left the crazy house that you were gone. Missing. And to him, it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell her anything, Scott!” He had noticed since his possession that he was angrier. Anything could set him off, it wasn’t like he wanted to yell at Scott. But he was so worried, he could not help himself. “And now she’s probably Void’s captive.”
He ruffled his own hair with his hands. It felt better now that he was separated from that monster, but somehow they were still linked. A part of him believed they always would be.
Gulping, Scott thought. He didn’t want to say anything that would deter his friends any more. “Maybe she just got out by herself, she’s always been smart Stiles.”
Stiles shook his head, instantly disagreeing with his best friend.
“That’s not it Scott. No matter how much she hated it in Eichen, she wouldn’t attempt to escape, I know her. She felt safe, like the walls kept the monsters out, but I was the one that let them in.”
“No matter where she is, we’ll find her.” He was a werewolf, he could track you. He just needed your fresh scent.
“Exactly Scott, where is she?” Strangely, he almost seemed more worried for your disappearance than Lydia’s, but that wasn’t possible, right?
….
Tilting your head, you watched Void’s stoic expression. “The banshee is at the gates.” He voiced, emotionlessly. You remembered whenever Stiles would speak, there would always been some kind of passion behind his words.
But as you had learnt, your old friend was a no good liar. He allowed you to believe that you were insane, until you found out the truth for yourself and then some.
The spirit helped, he convicted you what the truth was, and you had no doubts about it now.
“If she’s here, then the rest of the pack will shortly be along.” You presumed, shifting tighter to Void’s cold side. It felt like you were connected to him, and you probably were.
The fact drew a smirk upon your face. You wanted to see Stiles, show him that you didn’t need him or his pity or his lies.
“You’re a smart vixen.” He slid closer to you, running the bumps of your noses against each other. “Which is exactly why I chose you. There’s more intelligence in there than those wolves run around in their heads. At one time or another, they have all underestimated you my dear, but we will show them that you a force to be reckoned with.”
“Hurt me.” You whispered, a devil dancing in the glints of your eyes.
“Why would I ever want to do that, they are the ones that have heart you my elegant fox.” At his words you shook your head, leaning up so that you could see into his dark eyes that bit better.
“They think that I’m a victim. We can trick them into thinking I am.” You were surely adapting to his ways and so he leaned down, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth and puncturing it with his strong teeth.
The blood was leaking down your chin and he licked his lips, lightly moaning at the taste. In an instant you fell to your knees, leaning into the wall and let the fake tears fall.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: NogitsunexReader
Warning: N/A
Writer: unitefandomsoftheworld
Summary/Request: requested by anon
Can you make a part 2 to Trapped?
You blinked at the advancing figure, huddling closer to the statue at your back, “Wh-What game? I have no idea what your game even is!” You shouted, eyes widening and you quickly covered your mouth. Pissing off the fox didn’t seem like a smart idea.
A grin appeared on his face, “Oh, Little dove.” He cooed, crouching down in front of you, elbows resting on his knees, “You are my game. Couldn’t you figure that out?” You blinked, and narrowed your eyes at him. What could he possibly want with you?
“Why do you want me?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest.
His head tilted to the side, hand reaching out to ghost his fingers over your hair,”You’ll find out soon enough, little dove.” He stood, holding out a hand, “Now, come.” With a sigh of resignation, you grabbed his hand, letting him pull you up, and back into the house. Void began to hum softly, a soft, haunting melody, and your eyes widened slightly. Was he humming one of the lullabies you wrote?
“...Where did you hear that?” You questioned, moving into the room as he motioned for you to.
Brown eyes sparkled mischievously, “You should know where, dove.” He put a finger to his head, tapping his temple slightly, “Not only my memories up here.” He looked pensive for a minute, “Least for now.”
Narrowing your eyes, realization crossed your face, “Stiles....” You looked at him, “Don’t hurt him! Or whatever you’re planning to do.” Void chuckled, stepping toward you, making you back up until you hit the bed. Looking up at him, you could see the maniacal, evil side, and it scared you.
“You have no idea, little dove” He murmured, gripping your shoulders, “You will never see him again.”
He gave your cheek a kiss before leaving the room, door slamming, and the sound of a lock clicking in place.
