Moving

I've decided to split this blog up. The rp part will continue on my main account redhoodiesandbats, while I have registered fuckyeahdemonstiles and will be setting that blog up some time this week to provide demon!stiles posts and links to fanfiction. Thank you all for your interest and hopefully you'll stay tuned on whatever you followed for. Have a nice day and don't get possessed by demons.

“Maybe not. Want to check?”, the demon grinned and raised his eyebrows, knowing two things about the situation he found really delightful. The first was, that the answer didn't sound off and could very well have been spoken by his vessel. The second thing was, that Stiles would have never said it, because this was Derek he was talking to. With everybody else it would have been playful mocking, but with Derek there was too much truth hidden beneath those kind of playful jokes, so he avoided it when it got too explicit. The demon just found it especially funny. Stiles wasn't even raging inside him, he seemed dumbstruck, his thoughts rushing and trying to catch up with what had just happened. The demon's eyes followed Derek as he sat down in a chair, watching his chest move under his shirt, and he kept watching him as he drank from the bottle he had fetched himself. He even saw the little moment of hesitation when Derek saw the blood on his sleeve, but he took it for irritation over the fact that he was watching him intensely. Stiles always had been a bit shy about it, but the only hint the demon got to that was how Stiles actually tried to move his head away and avert his eyes. The demon kept looking. When Derek cocked his head the demon mirrored his action and raised his eyebrows questioningly. “What?”, he asked amused, no concern in his voice. The demon relaxed back against the couch and brought his arms up to run his hands through his hair, revealing the whole of the patch of blood that was on the sleeve of his shirt, before putting his arms back up onto the backrest to both sides of himself. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth while he listened to Derek. “I'm just cherishing the lack of supernatural threats to my life and to us and I don't think my high school life qualifies as boring.” Stiles found it hard to take these kind of games, knowing that so far nobody has realized there was a huge supernatural threat to his life and to everybody else. He yelled and wished and hoped that Derek would see the truth, that he would be the one person that would realize something was wrong with him and that he needed help. The demon realized Derek was giving him the once-over, but again he mistook it for interest rather than irritation. Maybe your little alpha thinks you're more interesting than you think. He formed the thoughts, loud and clear, just so Stiles could pick up on them, get nervous and anxious while he realized how much this demon could have just ruined his life. Oh I will ruin a lot of things for you. Your ruin is my fun. “So, what have you been up to with all the boredom around?”, the demon asked even though he personally didn't care. It was a game to him. How casually could he built up to the question where Peter was hiding out and how fast would Derek realize the questions were odd? Maybe he wouldn't realize it at all if he did it right and that would just have been the most beautiful thing.

Tales of things that can break || demon!Stiles

teen wolf au meme ₪ two demonic possessions: 2/2

↳ STILES STILINSKI

“You what?” Derek chokes out, and the thing wearing Stiles shrugs in front of him.

“Well, metaphorically speaking.  Boy, am I a big fan of the good old fashioned metaphor.  Your boy Stiles here is too,” Stiles—no, the thing that looks like Stiles—smirks.

“He’s not mine,” Derek bites out. “He’s not yours either.”

“I’d beg to differ,” Stiles laughs under Chris’s impressive hold.

“Derek, I can’t hold him much longer,” Chris grunts with effort.  

“Get out,” Derek demands.

“Make me,” the demon says playfully.

Derek smiles for the first time since entering the room. “Okay.”

The demon gulps.

Death as a Fetish

It almost felt like getting married, you know?

(Well, I’m going to be a dickhead and be really vague about what happened but basically the demon threatened Derek into agreeing to be his hellhound so, yeah. here you go uwu! ALSO WHAT IS PERSPECTIVE BECAUSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO WHAT)

I want to hide the truth I want to shelter you But with the beast inside There’s nowhere we can hide

The demon didn't stop after passing the door, just walking on into the loft until he could see Derek even before he could here him announce where he was. The werewolf was sitting by a big, open window, his legs carelessly put outside and basically asking for a quick and effective push to send him flying towards the ground. He grinned a little while stalking closer slowly and watching him get in and close the window, asking himself and his inmate if such a push and the following decent down to earth could possibly kill an alpha werewolf – since his new knife obviously couldn't and just for sake of hearing the original owner of this body frantically mulling the thought over, afraid that the demon might just try. The reactions Stiles was giving him were definitely worth it. Images were shoved into Stiles' thoughts violently – images of Derek falling, of blood and broken bones, screams and agony and eyes losing their shine. It reminded him of the person that just had died by his hands and made him afraid that more people would. The demon was just curious and he'd have loved to know the answer to that question. But he couldn't risk killing this man. Not yet. The demon stopped walking and waited for Derek to come over, irritated by his frown. He was sure that Derek couldn't be any more able to see through his disguise than anyone else could. “What?”, the demon frowned in faked irritation before he looked down on himself, “No? I hope not?”, the demon imitated Stiles, before he let his eyes wander over his own body while Derek did the same. It was probably the blood from before that he could still smell on him or the scent of recent death. Werewolves were curious creatures, but everything the demon could think about this was that it was interesting. “Can't be bad if I didn't even realize it.” The demon walked over to his couch and sat down without asking. Stiles' thoughts had revealed that Derek would probably find this situation odd as soon as he asked where Peter was. There was probably no way around him realizing that this was not Stiles, but then again, the demon never had wanted him to believe that this was Stiles forever. Just maybe a little bit longer, to show his host that not even this werewolf was able to tell the difference – and the demon was pretty sure that he wouldn't. He put his legs up, feet on the edge of the table and his arms over his knees, unaware of the patch of fresh blood that had just dried and was perfectly visible on the back of his sleeve. “You busy with brooding and scolding the town though your window like a comic book antihero or can I stay?”

Tales of things that can break || demon!Stiles

You can’t imagine how much he needed that.

The pleas of mortals never failed to amuse him. They always had the same ring to them. Don't do this, it is not fair. These creatures spoke of fairness as if it was their given birthright to have everything be fair for them. That wasn't the case. Fairness was a concept made up by men and it was not how the world worked and if need be, he would always make them see just how wrong they were to expect life to be kind to them. There was no natural right for fairness – not for him and not for them. Demands based on the argument that it would be fair, only made him laugh, just as blunt pleas for mercy did. He is innocent. Innocence. Another one of those concepts they had no real grasp on. They weren't able to see as he did, didn't know what he knew. There was so little innocence in existence, if you took the human's definitions for it. Not even angels qualified, but they came close. No human was innocent. Please, they are just children. One day, one little human came up with the idea that innocence was a quality that children possessed just by being children and that not having lived for long meant that they should be allowed to live on. They failed to see how they were all children to the demon's eyes. There was barely a difference between ten and eighty human years for him who had seen the beginning of time. It was ridiculous that they even asked of him to care.

He did nothing to you. That was just another one of those reasons that weren't reasons at all. When did they even come up with the idea that he always needed a reason or would listen to the fact that whoever he was hurting hadn't harmed him first. Granted, right now, he had a reason to have this human occupied, but it could just as well have been just for fun. “Oh, really. If he did nothing to me, I'll leave, of course. How silly of me. Thanks for your insight, that was all I needed.”, the demon's voice was thick with sarcasm, mocking his victim in the most obvious way. He knew his vessel was prone to sarcasm and it made this just a little bit better that he could imagine Scott recognizing a part of his friend in the way he talked. “Or, no, I think I'll just stay a little longer.” He wasn't yet ready to respond to the other things the werewolf said. Sure, to him it must have been strange that the demon didn't just possess him and get all those answers he wanted to have all laid out for him instead of having to gather them the hard way. It was just that there was everything wrong with that conclusion. He couldn't possess shapeshifter, reduced to only being able to possess pure humans. The hard way was actually what he liked to call the fun way. And Scott was wrong if he thought the body he was in was the thing that determined the limits of his abilities. He wanted Scott to see that all for himself, rather than tell him outright. All those things he thought were so great about his physical powers were things he now possessed as well in this body. He'd be surprised by how easily Stiles would have been able to lift him off the ground right now and he could feel Stiles was curious as well. The demon's eyes caught on a drop of blood that ran down Scott's knuckles. A soft smile appeared on his face while he didn't even listen to his words anymore, interrupted the man mid-sentence and sent him flying towards the wall. Did that mortal think he wouldn't see that he was doing something at the back of his pants? No matter how minor the movements, how stealthy he had tried to be, it was obvious. He couldn't finish the thought that maybe he had a weapon there and that it could get interesting if he actually did, when a phone fell heavy to the ground. The demon rolled his eyes and stepped closer to the device resting against the carpet. How disappointing. Stiles was disappointed too, different reasons causing the emotion as he was mulling the thought over that Scott might have almost called someone, until he caught the thoughts of the demon and suddenly was relieved Scott obviously hadn't yet called anyone. The demon didn't think that he couldn't take on ten people at once – werewolves or not. Scott had to flee, not call more people to their certain doom. There was a loud, sickening crack when Scott's face hit the wall. It got to Stiles, made him feel nauseous, and delighted the demon. SO WHY DON’T YOU COME AND TAKE ME?! Louder than the low, slightly desperate growl of the werewolf and louder than his claws, scratching uselessly at the wall, maybe trying to push against the invisible force that had him pinned against it, was the laughter of the demon. It was hollow and cold, mocking and arrogant. “What makes you think I don't already have you?” Of course he knew that was a dare to occupy Scott's body, but he wasn't rising to the bait. This fellow was obviously all kinds of boring. Not only did he want to give him all his secrets willingly, he was offering himself with them. A real hero, trying to give him everything he wanted for the life of his friend. His friend, who was screaming and fighting, because he didn't want him to sacrifice himself, wanted nothing more than that Scott ran as fast as he could, escaped and maybe found a save way of rescuing him. Obviously the thing Scott cared most for was already in the demon's possession. That was interesting. It was pure pleasure to watch the werewolf see his friend for a brief moment, that was gone as fast as it had started. There was almost doubt that the demon would have more fun with anything that was yet to come. Stiles didn't disappoint, unable to hide his fear and the hardship he had to live with at the moment. It was almost cute how much they both feared for the other's death. The demon rolled his eyes and stepped even closer to the phone when Scott launched himself at it, probably to call someone after all. “Going to call more people to the slaughter? Go ahead. Who is it you're sacrificing? Lets see.”, the demon cocked his head and glanced down at the display. “You're going through with that? Think I couldn't take ten of you on at the same time?” The demon turned his gaze on Scott and flicked his hand in his direction quickly, sending him flying against the wall again, his back causing a loud crunch when it dented the hard material upon impact. He stepped onto the phone hard, did it again just to be sure and listened to the sick crunch of metal as it died beneath his heel. His hand was still extended in Scott's direction as he started getting closer with deliberately slow steps. The demon stared into Scott's face while his eyes changed color. It was like black in had been poured into their center, rapidly expanding throughout them until all there was left was a black void where his eyes used to be. He grinned and flexed his fingers as he stopped walking as if he had them around Scott's neck, making it harder for him to breath. “I appreciate that you will just tell me everything, but I had actually hoped for a little bit resistance. Is there no fight in you, boy?” Even if he was going to tell him everything, there was still no reason why he couldn't torture him. Stiles almost lay in shock inside his mind as he caught up on the fact that this creature wouldn't let his friend go, no matter what he did.

Stiles is currently unavailable | demon!Stiles

your drabble was amzingggy ou should write more!!!!!

Thank you! I'm very glad you liked it and took the time to let me know :)I will try to do that. :)

(prompt) Drabble: Slave to your secrets

warnings: In this drabble the demon is in control over Stiles body and you will be made aware of the fact that Stiles does not want him to masturbate while he is possessing him. Because of that I want to warn of this being masturbation without content, even though technically - in the physical sense - there is no other person present.

you’re not as brave as you were at the start

Don’t let him- it get to you. Why should you believe that Stiles actually wanted this? Why should you believe a single word he’s saying?

Derek reassures himself, because as the demon keeps talking, Derek’s doubts keep growing. Stiles didn’t do this willingly. It was the demon’s fault…it had to be.

Steeling his nerves, Derek turns around to face the demon that’s taken over a warm, familiar face and somehow made it foreign. “Go to hell.” He snarls.

It only sneers and replies, “Let’s.”

Drabble prompts

Hey guys, I'm working on your prompts and I hope I will finish everything this week, I'm just having a hard time writing right now. But I already started and I won't forget about it. Stay tuned and don't run away, I'll try to make it worth the wait.