#void!stiles blurb

stiles doesn’t realize there’s still parts of the nogitsune lingering inside him until he grows older. slowly, he begins to question why the thoughts in his head become more and more twisted. why does he crave to curl his hands around her throat in a position that’s just right—where it’s teetering the path between pain and pleasure? why does he want her eyes to ooze tears while he fights and pries his way inside her? why does he like it so much when she begs him to stop?

everyone knows that stiles is really sweet and kind as a boyfriend. but behind closed doors is when his darker side comes out to play. a lot of it is just bits and pieces left behind from the nogitsune. he’s rough and mean and enjoys the pleasure he receives from watching her crumble beneath him. his hand wraps around her throat. his legs pin hers open. he leaves bite marks on her shoulders, bruises on her hips, burning hot handprints on her skin. he says things like—“you can take it” and “stop squirming” and “make me proud.” he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants, something that he lacks, and that’s complete control.