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One-Shot 42. Slutty Stiles: Sly Fox and the Hell Hound - Starrish

Slutty Stiles Rebooted: 1

(I wrote the first two so long ago lol, I have become a better writer.)

Kinks: Slut Stiles, Omega, lactation, slick, seduction

------- Stiles: 18 Jordan Parrish:25 ------- October 23rd, 2015 8:29 PM "Father, why is your deputy using brute force on me?" Stiles snapped into the phone, glaring at Parrish, who smirked at him.

"You are grounded."

"Grounded, I am 18!"

"Exactly, and I caught you, Scott, and Derek all in bed together! No Omega Fox son of mine will get pregnant fresh out of high school. Jordan is in charge of keeping you in the house where your little werewolf pervert friends put their dirty paws on you and knock you up."

"Dad! This is so unfair! I am an adult, and I know how to use protection!"

"Then why weren't you using it last night?" Noah asked and was satisfied when he heard Stiles huff and cross his arms. "Scott might be the alpha of your fox, but I am the alpha of you as long as you are under my roof. Parrish will be in charge of you until your little fox ass is out of heat."

"Dad, that isn't how it works..."

"I don't care. Shut up and do whatever Parrish says," Noah said before Stiles slammed the home phone down, and then he grinned a Grinch-worthy grin.

"Whatever Parrish says... he says," He smirked with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"That's right, I am top dog now," Parrish smirked back innocently, thinking this would be a piece of cake and a sure way to earn a raise. "Your pops says I can't let you out of my sight,"

"Oh, most certainly, I am the utmost slippery and untrustworthy fox that needs your brute force and watching," Stiles said, and Parrish raised an eyebrow.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing... say, do you like sandwiches,"

"Sandwiches?"

"Yeah... have you ever heard of it, its usually two pieces of bread with-"

"I know what a sandwich is. What type, Stilinski?" Parrish rolled his eyes.

"Er, I can make grilled cheese or BLT... oh, and I can also make a thick, creamy soup for you to dip it in," Stiles said, trying to act domestic.

"What kind of soup..." Jordan raised an eyebrow

"Er... creamy tomato, I have special creme for it," Stiles said, pulling out a carton of heavy cream.

"Fine omega... you may fix dinner, but I will be watching to make sure you don't slip any sleeping pills in it..."

"Me? I would never," Stiles bit his lip.

"Yeah, yeah, sure... Stiles, I mean it. I need this raise. Lydia has expensive taste."

"Of course, I am a very good fox," Stiles held back a chuckle.

------- 10:29 PM "Fuck... this is so good. This is the best I have ever had," Parrish moaned as he slurped. He was sweating and panting. He felt so hot, like he was about to burst into flames.

"Yeah, you like that, Deputy?"

"Fuck yeah... what did you put in this again?" Parrish asked, slurping the third bowl of soup, "Heavy cream? What brand,"

"Stilinski brand," Stiles said, and Jordan raised an eyebrow, freezing in place.

"Excuse me,"

"Sorry, I forgot to elaborate. You are slurping up my omega milk along with my slick," Stiles smirked as Jordan looked at him angrily. "You said it yourself, Jordan, it's the best soup... my milk just has sweetness and flavor to waste, don't you think?"

"Stiles..."

"You didn't like it?" He is falsely upset.

"No, it's not that...its amazing, just... how, I was watching you the whole time,"

"I showed you it in the carton,"

"You just keep that shit in the fridge?"

"Derek likes me to save it up. I produce way too much," Stiles shrugged, "It's about a day old. It is just way better and sweeter fresh,"

"I am dating your best friend,"

"You're drinking my milk, guy... not pounding me down," Stiles scoffed, grabbing the bowl from Jordan and pouring the rest of the soup from the pot. "Bon apatite,"

"Sti-"

"Oh, you have some on your face, messy hound," Stiles slipped his thumb along the corner of Jordan's mouth before sucking his finger, leaving Jordan speechless. "You wanna finish that while I go get dicked down by our alpha,"

"Stiles, you know I can't let you leave," Jordan said, unknowingly sealing his fate. Stiles had much in store for him in case he wouldn't comply. Stiles watched Jordan hesitantly stuff his face with the soup again as the hellhound thought he was still in control.

"Fine. Since you are no fun, I will sleep. Do you need to stalk me there, too?"

"You know I do, Stilinski... Sheriff's Orders," Jordan said and smiled as Stiles seemingly let in, but then he gulped as Stiles started stripping. "What are you doing?"

"I am getting ready for bed. I don't wear pajamas," Stiles scoffed before turning to walk up the stairs, poking out his pert ass in Jordan's direction. Hell hounds weren't as affected by omegas as wolves... but it certainly didn't help with Stiles' scent punching him in the face.

His heat almost possessed Stiles, and he would never come onto a friend or a friend's boyfriend like this. His fox was just so demanding. "You coming?" he asked Jordan, who was gaping at him.

"I-i, uh... I am going to finish up down here-"

"Cereberus... follow," Stiles commanded, and like an obedient dog, the hellhound took over his host's body, emitted fire from his body, and eyes glowed a fierce orange. "Don't burn my house down," Stiles snapped, and the hellhound's fire subsided to its lowest temp. Stiles giggled and ran up the steps as the hellhound chased him. When they were in the bedroom, and Cerberus tackled Stiles to the bed, Jordan took back control.

"Stiles-"

"Jordan," Stiles said before kissing him, Cerberus had burned off Jordan's clothes, so he just had to reach down to grip the hellhound's cock. "Ready to go, huh," The 'cream' in the soup acted as an aphrodisiac to him. He had been hard since he was done with his first bowl. "Give into it, Parrish. You know you wanna knot my tight ass," Stiles rolled over and pinned Jordan's arms above his head before he kissed him.

Stiles was making out with Jordan, and the hellhound was kissing back. He was kissing down the man's body despite him being covered in soot. When the fox gripped the deputy's cock and placed it in his mouth, it sparked Jordan again. The man grabbed the omega's wrists and overpowered him, slipping off the bed and pinning the slutty fox on his floor.

"What the fuck has gotten into you..."

"Nothing yet," Stiles bit his lip and reached down to finger himself, spreading his pheromones to weaken Jordan's better judgment.

"Fuck it," Jordan snarled as Cerberus was teetering on control. He pinned Stiles' legs to the floor beside him and started pounding the omega with his big fat cock. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't loving, it was anger and rage... Jordan was taking out all of his frustrations on Stiles' boy cunt.

Stiles whispered and moaned as he was rolling his hips, meeting Jordan's thrusts. His eyes were rolling back in his head as his ass was overflowing with slick, slopping around and shushing with Jordan's thrusts. Stiles couldn't take it. He started to cum... but that didn't make his heat subside or get back into his right mind.

"Your such a fucking bitch... you like that, you little faggot, don't you, fox," Jordan's innocent voice was heavy with grit and husky. His eyes glowed orange as Cerberus was fueling the fire. It was nonstop beating into Stiles. He howled when Stiles begged him to stuff his softball-sized knot into the fox's sweet spot. Stiles bared his neck, and as the hellhound was climaxing him and burning his knot, he bit deep into the boy's neck.

"gods... fuck, your-" Were the only coherent words that Stiles said as he saw stars as the hell hound was gorging his tummy with hot steaming cum.

"Stiles... I am so fucking sorry.. are you okay?" Jordan was back and saw the bleeding of the bite on Stiles' neck.

"Shut up... it's okay, and it was fucking awesome," Stiles said, gripping Jordan by the hair and guiding him to latch onto his nipple, to feed from his lactate and go dormant so they would detach sooner.

About an hour later, Sheriff Stilinski was in town investigating a burglary at a fast-food restaurant. He was about to leave, but that's when he heard the distinctive growling of Stiles' beloved jeep. He turned to see his son smirking while stuffing his face with a burger.

"Nice try, pops. Next time, don't give me a hellhound bodyguard," he said, wiping some 'mayo' from the corner of his lip.

"Stiles," The sheriff was growling for his son to behave and return home.

"Hellhounds have one weakness, and that's me," Stiles smirked before Derek and Scott waved at the old man."

"Sir... please don't kill me..." Jordan panted, leaning over from the backseat. The sheriff cussed them out and grabbed his gun to give the supernatural what they deserved before Stiles spun off. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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Micro-Fic 25. Do You Remember? - Stisaac

18+ 3:02 AM *Stiles was working at the local cinema, trying to get a few extra bucks, thinking about everything. He and Lydia split when she and Malia went to New York after fetching Kira from the skinwalkers. How Scott, Liam, and Derek were too busy with being deputies for him to bug.*

Stiles to Pack: Hey guys, doing anything Friday? How about a packed night?

*Stiles texted the group text before being disappointed with several members reading it but not texting back. He groaned and took a bite of some random candy he stole from the candy cart before cleaning one of the cinema rooms. Halfway done, he noticed the door opening, and he worked alone at this time*

Stiles: Sorry, bud, I'm a little swamped. What movie do you want to see

Isaac: Stiles...

*Stiles raised an eyebrow and looked, focusing through the dim light to see who it was. He gasped and dropped everything, running up to hug Isaac*

Stiles: Isaac!

*Isaac chuckled and picked Stiles up, twirling him around, Stiles was confused but couldn't care less. He hadn't seen Isaac since Allison's funeral. That was when Isaac sat him down and gripped him by the hair to hold him in place for a kiss*

Isaac: I haven't been able to think about anything since that night two years ago,

Stiles: Huh?

Isaac: Oh god... you don't remember. It was around when you were pos- *Stiles kissed him again, but the wolf pulled away* so you remember?

Stiles: Sorry... no, why are you kissing me, and why did you stop?

*Stiles kissed, but Isaac paused to remind him*

------- 2 Years Ago *Isaac was sleeping in the home base that Derek had. He was uncomfortable asking if he could stay at Derek or Scott's house.*

Isaac: Who is out there? *Isaac growled and snarled until he watched Stiles enter the abandoned bus... or at least he thought he was Stiles, this was before the Nogitsune was known* Stiles? What are you doing here?

"Stiles": I need to tell you something, Isaac...

*"Stiles," he said, fumbling with his fingers as Isaac raised an eyebrow at him, the two weren't that close or even enjoyed being around each other. Isaac was still lying down in one of the seats, and Stiles crawled on top of him, straddling Isaac's lap*

Isaac: What the fuck?

"Stiles": Give into it, Isaac... you know you like it *"Stiles" bit on Isaac's bottom lip before reaching down to grip his cock. Isaac whimpered and kissed Stiles back... it had been so long since he had sex that he could fuck anything at this point*

Isaac: Fuck... *He whined before Stiles pried his legs open and started to eat out his ass after stripping him down* No-

"Stiles": Fucking give into it, wolf, *"Stiles said assertively* Tonight I am your alpha.

------- Stiles: Oh god.. that wasn't me, it was the nogitsune. Is that why you never text me back?

Isaac: Partly... growing up, my father beat me for anything... especially being 'fruity.'

Stiles: Isaac... I am so sorry *Stiles cupped Isaac's face, he knew about Coach Lahey being abusive, but he hadn't ever heard it from Isaac's lips*

Isaac: I did some thinking... and I *Isaac blushed. It was sort of against the wolf code to reveal to their mates that they were mates. So Isaac just kissed him again* I want to do it again... but I want to be your alpha. *Isaac smirked, and his eyes glowed red*

*I won't go into much detail about what happened next, let's say that Stiles was fired* Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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Rare Pair Week: Day 7/Last Day - Stiles Slutty Side III

This One Shot is heavily inspired by 'His Favorite Boy' Episode 2 by Hyungry.

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Stiles: 19, Human Omega

Scott: 20, True Alpha Wolf

Rafael: 42, Beta Wolf

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12:03 AM

"Hey, Buddy," Scott smiled as he watched his best friend walking out of his house with his Gucci duffle bag. Derek had bought it for him. Stiles was wearing a tank top and some tan shorts that could only be described as booty shorts. "Isn't this bag a bit nice to take camping?"

"Eh," Stiles shrugged and placed it in the back under the tarp. He was mad at the Hales and wanted to piss them off. Scott exited the car to slide up the seat to let Stiles back there.

"I missed you too, buddy," Scott chuckled as Stiles hugged him. Scott had been out of town for a while now as he was camping and hunting with his father. They had decided to stop by Beacon Hills on the way to Washington from Mexico to pick up Stiles for his birthday. "Hey, Daddy," Stiles said with innocent eyes so Scott wouldn't think he was flirting with Rafael.

"Hey, kiddo, how is being 19 treating you?" Rafael smiled, reaching over the seat to hug Stiles, he had to advert his eyes a couple seconds ago, or he would have gotten hard at the site of Stiles' thick thighs.

"I will tell you in a couple of hours when I wake up again," Stiles said, and he caught Scott focusing his eyes on his belly. "What?" Stiles asked, confused. He didn't know what it was with wolves and his stomach recently.

Stiles was so pissed off with Derek and Peter as they weren't fucking him. He didn't know that he was knocked up by both of the Hales, not using protection. He was about 4 weeks along, pretty early, but Scott and the Hales could tell that before he could. Stiles had no idea about his pregnancy. He didn't think it was even a possibility. Having sex with two born wolves without protection, his body had transformed. It wasn't the same as it would be if he had been bitten. He was an omega now, his powers all laid in pleasuring others.

The Hale's felt weird about it, like they would hurt Stiles or the pups if they were to breed with him. It was driving Stiles insane. Derek or Peter would want to cuddle or receive head from him with nothing in return. Stiles was happy to be invited on a camping trip with Scott and his father. He intended on finding another wolf or something to fuck him. He was absolutely slipping in his slick at all times as he needed to be skewered with wolf dick. That way, when he returned to Beacon Hills, they would smell other wolves on him, get jealous, and reclaim him.

"Nothing, er... do you want to sit up here?" Scott asked as he had put together that Stiles didn't know he was pregnant.

"I am good back here. I like to be crammed up in the backseat," Stiles said, and Scott began to get out again. Stiles rolled his eyes and grabbed him. "Dude, I am fine." He chuckled. he wanted to get on the road before Derek or Peter found out he was sneaking away. Rafael drove off, but Scott was still looking at him, odd and confused. Stiles lay down in his seat after using some dirty clothes to prop under his head like a pillow. "Tell me about Mexico."

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Rare Pair Week: Day 6 - Three Alpha's One Stilinski - Stiles X the Alpha Pack

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Kinks: Dub-Con, Twins Type: Smut ------- Stiles: 18, Freshly Bitten, Ethan: 21, Alpha Wolf Aiden: 21, Alpha Wolf Deucalion: 43, Alpha of Alphas *Ominous Laugh and Thunder Rolling* ------- April 5th 8:29 PM Stiles was trying to get out of the binding that Ethan had done once they had nabbed him. Stiles talked up a storm, but he was a little in the strength department, at least when it came to shifters. Stiles glared at the twins as they looked down at him, trying to figure out what to do with him. They had done exactly what Deucalion told them to.

They were their Alphas now; this was Deucalion's final request before he let them free without interfering. Deucalion knew when to cut his losses. The Twins were the only ones still semi-loyal to him. He knew he would probably lose in the fight for Scott to join them. He was going to flee and then return for a sneak attack, but only after taking one of the most valuable of Scott's pack.

"I'm going to kill you all!" Stiles muffled through the tape over his mouth. Aiden leaned down with a smirk and ripped off the tape.

"What was that?"

"Youch!" Stiles cried before Aiden slapped the tape back over his mouth. Usually, Ethan was the more gentle one, but even though he loved to see stiles in pain, his annoying personality got under their skin.

"I can't wait to see what Deucalion has in store for him. Do you think he will skin him alive like in Seattle?" He asked, a little intrigued, looking to his brother Ethan to chime in and scare the spaz.

"I hope not... I almost threw up my lunch just thinking about that," Ethan said, and Aiden rolled his eyes. Deucalion walked down the stairs with his cane. He didn't have to be told the mission was successful, as he could smell Stiles.

"Hello, Stiles. I am sure you are wondering why I have summoned you," Deucalion smirked. Aiden sneered down at the Human, enjoying the scent of his anxiety and fear. "Stand him up," Deucalion told the Twins, feeling the Human's face feeling the slick feeling of duct tape on his mouth.

"He was speaking too much, I had to shut him up, or I was going to tear his head off,"

"Good Idea. I want to get through this without much pushback," Deucalion said before ripping off the tape.

"Fucking Hell! Stop doing that!" Stiles shouted as Deucalion filled out his fangs and snagged his wrist, confusing everyone when he pried open Stiles' mouth. Stiles was saying some threats, but Deucalion's wrist silenced him. He tried to spit out the blood, but the Alpha of Alphas wouldn't let him. Once Deucalion felt he had enough, he slapped the tape back on him, ripping off Stiles' shirt and biting him on the neck as it was the easiest spot.

Once the pain subsided, Stiles' realization set it. An Alpha just bit him... he was going to be a wolf or some shifter. Since he had consumed the Alpha's blood, he would be sired to him. He even felt the bond growing stronger. He couldn't shift until the full moon, and his emotions and powers would grow until 24 hours... but the bond was there.

"Wanna go at him?" Deucalion smirked as he saw the twins were intrigued. Stiles was in a bit daze due to shock and pain.

"You bit him..." Ethan spoke first.

"He is going to be sired to you. That's why you made him consume your blood?" Aiden asked.

"Yes, there will be more of a possibility for him to be my little bitch once his body is done changing," He explained, "It helps that he was born an Omega,"

Deucalion had run into a few omegas, and their powers were valuable. Like a Red Sparrow, Stiles could use his body to distract his targets. Stiles wasn't the only thing in his plans when he had thought about how he would carry this out; it was also a new factor for the twins to stay in his pack. He would be weak if he were left alone with Stiles. An Omega would give the twins a reason to stay and 'use.'

"Scott is going to find out you took me. He is going to come after you," Stiles snapped, but it was incoherent as his lips were still taped.

"You really think that Scott is going to come to save you? He is too busy with Allison to notice you being gone," Deuc smirked as he placed his hand on Stiles' waist, smiling and resting his forehead on the smaller omegas. "Don't you want to be appreciated? You have the most brilliant brain I have seen in a human for a while now," He said, cupping his face. Stiles turned his face away from the Older Guy, furrowing his eyebrows as he was angry with him for biting him without consent.

"You said he is an omega?" Ethan asked as he could now smell Stiles. His scent was now blooming since he was being touched. Stiles tried to cross his arms, forgetting that he was tied up. Alphas literally surrounded him. His face wrinkled with lust disguised as disgust.

"He is quite attractive when his fucking mouth is shut," Aiden said as he thumbed the button of Stiles' jeans, popping it off without applying much pressure. Ethan pressed his nose against Stiles' neck and sniffed, immediately tenting his jeans. The alpha was pleased to see Stiles also turned on his straight brother. They did everything together, and Ethan was getting a little tired of helping Aiden out with girls, and Aiden was not returning the favor of helping with guys. "You like this one, bro?"

"Surprisingly, yes... his scent is delicious," Ethan said, ignoring the daggers staring into his neck. He pressed Stiles' chin up to look into his face. "I would like to kiss him, but I don't want him to talk our ears off,"

"You just have to know how to command an Omega. Their existence is to please us," Deucalion chuckled, and the Twins looked, remembering that he was in the room.

"We can at least unbind his hands. He is burning his skin trying to wriggle out of it," Ethan said, gently rubbing at Stiles' wrist. The twins raised their eyebrows as Stiles shivered. The Alpha's hands being so close to his entrance, overwhelmed him.

"If I take this off of your mouth, do you promise not to bitch?" Aiden asked. Stiles' face was as red as the hoodie in tatters on the floor from Deucalion ripping it off of him.

"You're going to behave for us, aren't you, boy?" Deucalion asked, degrading like he was speaking to a dog to piss Stiles off. He was happy to feel the bond was already taking place. He could read Stiles' emotions already. The boy was ticked off, but the lust inside of him would soon overpower his morals.

"You all are fucking dead," Stiles said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah-yeah," Ethan said, cupping his face and kissing him. He growled into his mouth before Stiles gave in and kissed him back. Everywhere Deucalion was touching Stiles, the omega was leaning into him. He arched his back like a good little slut as the Alpha's hands were on his lower back.

"I will never be in your pack... I will go to Scott, and we will kill all of-" Stiles was interrupted by Aiden slipping his hand into the back of his jeans. The annoyed slut was now silent as Aiden traced the delicate skin around his pink knot. Stiles blushed as he couldn't form words anymore, and he was pooling slick for the three Alphas right there.

"Fuck he is so beautiful. How come I have never seen that before," Ethan couldn't get enough of kissing the omega, thumbing his gossamer soft lily white skin.

"He will be more beautiful when he has our cocks in his mouth. You ready, bro?" Aiden asked, and Ethan nodded. They began to fuse. Stiles began to flee, but Deaucalion grabbed him, kissing him for him to stay. Stiles peered at the twins growing from 6 ft 3 to 7 ft 11. Stiles widened his eyes as their jeans ripped off, seeing that they had two massive 13-inch cocks. It was wider than his wrist.

"Don't worry, Stiles," Deaucalion chuckled, his heart racing, sliding his hand down to finger the slicked hole. "As I said, You were born to pleasure us Alpha's... you will stretch out just nicely for us," he said as he ripped off his pants. Stiles felt faint as he saw Deaucalion's 15-inch cock. It was red and veiny... it looked angry, kinda like it would take everything out of Stiles' virgin hole.

"You all are sick..."

"You wouldn't be slicking up if you didn't want us," Deucalion rolled his eyes as the twins walked up to them, picking Stiles up and undressing him. On the left side, Ethan was careful and gentile with Stiles, the other, Aiden, was rough and desperate to nut.

"Careful, he is a little scared," Ethan spoke.

"Scared? He is slicking up like a good little whore," Aiden scoffed as an abnormally sized finger, the size of Stiles' cock, slipped into Stiles' tight hole. Ethan held Stiles up with his hand while Aiden was finger fucking him. Deucalion was smirking as his plan for them to stay was playing out in front of them. He added a finger or two with Aiden as Stiles squirted out slick, biting his lip, trying not to show them how much he was enjoying this.

"He is nice and soggy for you, Ethan, Aiden... Share with your brother," Deuc chuckled as they lowered Stiles down, lining up with his entrance. Stiles' growl was a bit more animalistic. The bite was taken to his body, and he would be a strong werefox in a couple of hours. He wouldn't be sired, but he would go against everything he had been saying just now. he would go to Scott and realize just how much the Alpha Pack wanted him.

"You! You all are going to regret this!" Stiles said as he pushed against Aiden's wrist. He was anxious... this was definitely going to hurt. "I will rip holes in all your socks! I will throw all of your toothbrushes in a public toilet! I! I will... fuck, that feels good," Stiles sighed as Ethan teased his hole with the tip of his cock. Stiles' skin vibrated with the contact of the Alpha's hot cock. Like it was hot, all wolves were warm, but these Alpha's almost burned his skin. They were so hot. Stiles looked up at them.

Aiden looked at Stiles' vibrant pink lips as Ethan looked into his eyes. They were both mesmerized. Stiles wasn't saying anything. He was moaning and whimpering with pleasure as Ethan slipped more inside him. Aiden's cock was throbbing so hard that it was hurting.

"I think he will be able to fit the both of you inside of him in a couple of minutes," Deucalion said, rubbing on Aiden's ball, making his eye roll back in bliss. That's why Aiden likes to fuck girls so much. He could fuck their pussies, and Ethan could fuck their asses.

"Yeah... I feel him making room for you, bro,"

"Shwaa... Icanjspaojc," Stiles said, pulling his head back as Aiden slipped a finger in his mouth, looking at the Alpha of Alphas.

"He is so pretty with something in his mouth. Mind helping me out, boss?" Aiden asked Deucalion as they kneeled down, propping Stiles up with their hands on his back. Deucalion fisted his hand in Stiles' short hair to pull his head down and slip his cock inside of his mouth.

"Shit..." Ethan bit his lip as he fit a finger inside of Stiles, finding Stiles' prostate and curling his fingers as he fucked his cock all the way up to the Omega's navel. The twins were watching the tip of Ethan's cock indent Stiles' tummy. Ethan and Deucalion's cocks almost touched each other as they were balls deep inside of Stiles.

"Boss. I wish you could see his face... it's priceless," Aiden said as Deaculion chuckled. The blind man felt Stiles' face for an idea of his expression, breaking out his wolf's eyes to see the outline of Stiles' blurred silhouette.

"Okay, I think you can fit inside of him now..." Ethan panted, pulling out of Stiles to press their cocks together before slamming back inside of Stiles. The Omega said another incoherent sentence before he lost his breath, panting and moaning like a little whore as 3 alphas filled him.

Even though they had two separate cocks when they were fused together, they shared a knot. It was about as big as a football. The Alpha Twins leaned over to kiss Stiles' neck. They let their heads unfuse as their bodies remained fucking into Stiles. Ethan was kissing and licking at the shaft of Deucalions cock, meeting Stiles' lips, while Aiden was sucking and biting at the Deucalion's mark on Stiles' Shoulder.

"There you go... right there, Alpha," Deucalion smirked as he fit his hand on the back of Ethan's head. The mixture of him and Stiles sucking his cock got him on edge. They all were on the edge of pleasure. Stiles was the first one to climax. He was whimpering and grabbed at Ethan's neck to ground himself. Deucalion was a sadist, but Stiles was still human at this point. He pulled out of his mouth before he knotted. "Open that mouth, Baby, stick that tongue out," Deaucalion bit his lip and lightly slapped at Stiles' cheek for him to quickly obey.

Ethan caught all of Deucalion's cum that didn't splat inside Stiles' mouth. The Omega whimpered as both shoulders were being bitten, and he felt the twin's massive knot pushing its way inside of him. Ethan took away Stiles' paint as they filled his belly with their boiling hot seeds. Aiden lapped up the blood and closed his mark bite, placing his hand over Stiles' belly as it filled up with 3 Alpha's worth of cum.

"You think Scott McCall could do that to you... Faggot?" Aiden smirked against Stiles' skin as they all were dazed in their orgasms.

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Rare Pair Week: Day 5 - Unwanted Advances - Stiles x Jackson

AN: I have another fic that Matt is simping after Stiles instead of Allison, 'Damaged.' TW: Dubious Consent. Stackson isn't the rarest pair. It is my favorite ever ship, even more than Sterek. Kinks: BDSM, Teratophilia (Monster Fucking), Kanima Sex, Type: Kinky Smut/Dub-Con ------- Stiles: 18, Omega Human Jackson: 18, Kanima Matt: 19, Asshole Master ------- February 12th 8:20

The Pack was unaware of the being ripping random people to shreds, so they didn't know what to look out for. Stiles was relieving a little stress from the week at the local gay bar, the Jungle. He wasn't out to the Pack. Danny and the guy that had asked him out were the only people that knew.

"Are you sure you have lived in Beacon Hills for ten years? I have never seen you before?" Stiles said, a little nervous about being seen out. He was the Sheriff's son, so he didn't want to get in trouble because Noah was running for mayor, There were a lot of conservatives, so he didn't want to mess up the votes for his father.

"Yes, Stiles, We have been in three classes together last year," Matt said, and Stiles felt a little guilty for not noticing him. They had run into each other the last time Stiles had been here... they had run into each other so much recently.

"Oh, sorry, I guess I am just scatterbrained,"

"Yeah, I guess so," Matt said, a little fed up with people forgetting him. He knew how observant Stiles was... or was he just observant of hot werewolves. He had a little too much to drink, much like Stiles. The difference between them was that Stiles got more chatty and wanted to dance when he would drink, but when Matt would drink, he would get mean and angry as he would reminisce about everything bad happening to him.

"Do you want to dance? I love this song," Stiles said, tapping his foot as he was excited to hear an indie song in this club. They would usually play house music or top 20 songs.

"I'm not much of a dancer,"

"C'mon," Stiles whined.

"I said no," Matt snapped, and Stiles flinched.

"Fine, I will just dance alone," Stiles shrugged, angering Matt more. He went to the middle of the dance floor, and of course, guys gathered around him, the bouncing twink grinding up on him. This only angered Matt more, thinking Stiles was purposely going to piss him off. Stiles thought Matt was a jerk and didn't mind dancing with other guys. He was just about to ditch him anyway.

Sometimes the bond between Matt and his creature was too bonded. His creature would do things to appease him without being told. The Kanima shut off all the lights and jumped down, nabbing Stiles. He had sunk a poison-drenched talon in Stiles' neck so he couldn't scream or fight back. Matt smirked at the Kanima as he could see the reptile's silhouette. He reached out his hand, and the reptile tossed him the keys to Roscoe.

Matt drove to the burned-down Hale House he had been staying at ever since he had met the Kanima. He talked to Jackson in this state. The rich boy told him about everything, about the Hale House and the Attacks a couple of years ago, and that Scott and Stiles were always in the middle of everything.

He had always wanted Stiles. Scott didn't appreciate just how good of a person Stiles was, so that he would take it. He didn't see why he couldn't. The Kanima had gotten him everything he wanted up to this point.

Matt walked into the basement where all the hunters had set up their interrogation shit, chuckling as Stiles' eyes were wide as the Kanima was hooking him up to the restraint. The kanima wanted Stiles to thrash around and scream, so he started sucking the venom out of his neck.

Stiles glared at Matt, knowing he was behind this, he didn't know how he was controlling this creature, but it was obvious. "You shouldn't have pissed me off, Stiles... you such a little slut, and that's exactly how you will be treated.

It was times like these that he wished that he would have accepted the bite from Peter, all he would have to do was howl at this moment, and he would have help from Scott and Derek's Pack. The reptile on him was cold. It was the first thing he could feel when the venom was out of his body. He tried to buck the Kanima off him and slip his hand out of the cuff. He knew how to do that because of his father.

"Careful, Stiles, his talons are sharp," Matt chuckled as the Kanima growled at Stiles, tightening the cuffs on his. Stiles grunted and shut his eyes, trying to break his hand, but the cuff was so tight it cut off his circulation.

The Kanima was brought back when he began to hear Stiles' grunts and whimpers of pain. He pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Stilinski?" Jackson asked though his voice was a bit distorted. Stiles knit his eyebrows together as only one person referred to him like that.

"Jackson?"

"Asshole, down," Matt snapped at the Kanima as Stiles watched Jackson's eyes glaze back over. He hopped down to Matt's feet and circled him protectively.

"What you going to do with me, huh? Am I going to be the 3rd person to show up sliced open?" Stiles snapped, "Well, you will never get away with this. Scott will murder you,"

"I think we both know that he is too far up, Allison, to worry about you. Even if he notices your gone, you are the brains of the pack. Derek couldn't give two shits about you," Matt smirked, Stiles' hated himself that he let Matt see in his face that he was right. Matt walked up to him cupping his face, he tried to turn away, but Matt overpowered him. "I am not going to hurt you. My slave isn't going to hurt you..." Mike said, kissing Stiles as the human bit at his lips. Matt chuckled, "We are going to be better than Scott and Allison... the three of us,"

"Fuck you," Stiles' mutter was muffled by Matt, forcing him to kiss again, "I will never love you... or Jackson,"

"Come on... I know you can't resists abominations like Jackson," Matt said, and Stiles glared at him, "I see you touching yourself when you are reading Venom comics. You get hard every time you see someone wolfed out... you're a monster fucker,"

He was too busy glaring at his captor to notice the Kanima growing to life. Matt stepped out of the way as the Kanima pinned Stiles' shoulder to the wall. "You don't know what you're talking about..." Stiles muttered. It was true. It was one of his guiltiest pleasures. Like Venom, King Shark, Davy Jones, or some of his video game enemies, he was turned on the freakier the monster was. "Just let me go if you know what's good for you," Stiles snapped as the Kanima snaked his tongue out of his mouth. Stiles tried to close his mouth as the Kanima was slipping inside of it, he bit down, but it didn't hurt the Kanima.

"Shit," Matt said as they looked up. They could hear some hunters setting a test for Allison up above. Matt took off his sock and stuffed it inside of Stiles' mouth, "You make a noise, I will make the Lizard rip out your vocal cords," Matt said as he was walking up so he could keep an eye on the hunters, he wouldn't be afraid to kill them all if they came down there. He looked to see someone he remembered, someone on his hit list. "Interesting. I guess I don't have to go looking for him anymore,"

------- February 21st 10:10 AM

Matt had moved them to a bunker out in the preserve, it was abandoned, and it was great because no one could hear Stiles screaming for Scott. The Human was attempting to saw away at the cuff on his ankle while he was left alone, quickly hiding the scrap of metal he had scratched into a shift on the concrete floor. He was also trying to get it then enough to pick at the lock, but it had broken a couple of times.

He heard the door being opened, so he quickly hid it in a hole in the wall. He saw Jackson coming down with a lantern. Matt was still controlling him. He was half-shifted.

"The Master thinks you should eat," Jackson spoke, and Stiles huffed, leaning against the wall as he crossed his arms. Jackson was surprisingly not the worst person he knew now. He had never wanted to murder someone before he met Matt. Stiles had noticed that the Kanima was bonded to Matt, but it was thin since Matt didn't reward him or show gratitude. "Stop looking at me like that, you freak," Jackson scoffed.

"Am I talking to the Kanima right now? or Jackson?" Stiles asked, the lantern flame showing his doe eyes looking into Jackson's emotionless ones. It was like Jackson was looking through the eyes of his body, but he couldn't control his body. The Kanima was running a pure fuel for acceptance from his Master.

"Master told me to get you to eat, not to speak to you,"

"Is that so..." Stiles asked as the reptile shifter sat across from him. It looked like he had brought him cold McDonald's hamburgers and fries. The being before him couldn't look Stiles in the eyes out of guilt. Even though he had no hesitation in killing, he still felt bad for using Stiles per Matt's orders. "Jackson," Stiles asked, but Jackson was ignoring him. "I don't think you are an abomination," Stiles said. Matt had called him it quite a few times.

"You don't know what you are talking about," Jackson muttered, crossing his arms, seeing that Stiles was freezing. It was winter, and Stiles hadn't worn clothes since Matt moved him here.

"Jack... you are not an abomination," Stiles said, going with the soft approach thinking the Kanima might show him a bit more flavor. He intended to break the thin thread of loyalty the Kanima had towards that psychopath now. Jackson raised his eyebrows when Stiles scooted close up to him. Stiles was practically in his lap now.

"Get away from me, Stiles... I will hurt you,"

"I don't think you will..." Stiles said, cupping Jackson's face, "You aren't a killer... Matt is. The Blood isn't on your hands, no matter what you think..." Stiles said that seeing that he was getting through to Jackson's humanity, he didn't have any when he was a human, but it was there. Stiles knew it. "Let me see him..." Stiles asked

"W-What?" Jackson asked, now fully aware. It was a universal mystery as to how Stiles knew so much about the supernatural world without even being a part of it himself.

"You're a freak..." Jackson said, knowing that Stiles liked how he looked when he was shifted, "I-I am a freak,"

"No, you aren't... you asked for the Bite, Jackson... You have to accept that you became this instead of a wolf. It's just how nature works," Stiles said, and Jackson looked into the corner of the room. "Show me," Stiles said with a little more sternness.

"I can't control myself when I am shifted,"

"Just trust yourself, think about something important to you... keep it in the back of your mind," Stiles said, and Jackson shut his eyes, "Just stay calm, listen to my voice... You are not evil. You are not an abomination.

Jackson opened his eyes to notice that now he could see everything in the dark. It was really dirty in there. He looked at Stiles as some sparkled in the light of his yellow eyes, "Is... that a shiv?"

"No..." Stiles widened his eyes, not considering that the Kanima was more observant than the rich boy he called his nemesis. The reptile slightly pushed him aside, Stiles trying to distract him with his touch. "I made it to protect myself against Matt... protect us. He is the abomination here," Stiles said as the Kanima observed the small metal scrap. "Please he began to beg, but the Kanima crushed it in his fingers.

"Master would not be happy to hear about this," the Kanima spoke. All traces of Jackson were fading.

"Then don't tell him, Jackson..."

"I'm not Jackson anymore... he is a buffoon, and he is judgemental," The Kanima snapped, touching Stiles' waist, "I won't tell Master. He will punish you,"

"Why would you do that for me? He will punish you if he finds out that you are keeping things from him,"

"Because I like you. You are sweet and beautiful,"

"Why do you choose to stay... You could run away,"

"I would have to find a new Master," The Kanima said, petting Stiles' hair back. He read Stiles' mind. "I couldn't possibly as you to be my Master. I have hurt you far too much,"

"No, You haven't. Matt has hurt me... he has hurt us," Stiles told him. The Kanima's hearts were fast. Jackson was lucid and astounded at Stiles' being so gentle with them in this state. The reptile was skeptical about Stiles, and who would blame him? His Master had been so meaning to him. "You're not evil... you are beautiful, the two of you," Stiles said as his heart was being listened to. Both Kanima and Jackson felt he was being sincere.

"I... don't deserve your niceness," Jackson said, his voice overpowering the reptile's cold echoed hiss of a tone.

"You don't... but you don't deserve to be treated like this. We don't deserve to be treated like this," Stiles said, cupping the lizard's face and nudging his nose against its moist scaly face. "I will never hit you as Matt does... I will never make you kill or hurt anyone as he does... I will not force you to do anything,"

Jackson and his Kanima needed to know what changed or clicked. Stiles began to smell like the most intoxicating scent to them. At all times, he could sense Matt's vitals, but now he could feel Stiles. He was frigid, hungry, and dehydrated, but mostly he could feel the love and care towards himself in Stiles' heart.

"Please... Jackson, this cuff is so tight on me, it has cut my skin from me trying to escape..." Stiles said, and Jackson ripped him out of his restraints without a second thought. Jackson felt better than amazing. He was allowing himself to accept his position. It was something Matt always wanted him to be in turmoil for. It would leave him weak and seeking acceptance.

"I'm... so sorry," Jackson told him. He directed it towards his reptile too. "Let's get you out of here..."

———- March 5th 12:20 PM The bond was stronger between Jackson and his Kanima, so it was stronger between them and Stiles. Stiles promised them that he would never make them kill again, but he gave them the option of getting rid of Matt because the Kanima would always be torn between the two. There was a heat wave, so it was about 80 outside. The Kanima liked the heat, so he brought Stiles to a spot on the lake where they could swim without being disturbed by other citizens.

Stiles felt this was the best outcome that could have happened to him. He was weak as a human in a pack of wolves, but now he had the ultimate bodyguard. The Kanima was as deadly in water as on land, but he was content with his master. Jackson had never felt this level of acceptance and love from anyone. He felt awful about how he had always treated Stiles.

"Stilinski!" Jackson shouted as he tanned in the sun, and the human splashed him with some lake water. Stiles wanted attention, so he took off his trunks and tossed them on the rich boy. Jackson picked up the wet article of clothing, confused. Then he realized that Stiles was trunkless.

"You are such a chick! Why are you tanning when we could be swimming? Or something else," Stiles smirked before he started to swim across the lake. Jackson sighed, rolling his eyes and slipping off his trunks as Allison and Scott averted their eyes, grossed out.

Jackson jumped into the water as he shifted into his Kanima. Stiles was swimming like a shark was coming after him, he wanted to beat Jackson to the other side, but within a couple of seconds, the reptile breached in front of him, pouncing not the way down and dipping Stiles down with him. Jackson smirked when he heard the underwater snickers of Stiles as he same them up to the surface.

Stiles hugged up to Jackson as he caught his breath, not having to kick his legs anymore as the retile could float effortlessly. "Careful, Master," Jackson blushed as Stiles was passionately kissing him, "I don't want my teeth to nick your lips," his voice was a mix of Jackson's and the Kanimas.

"Let's swim down a little, so we can have a little privacy," Stiles smiled as Jackson started to suck on his neck.

"No... we are going back to the shore. It is too dangerous," Jackson said, and Stiles raised an eyebrow, "There... are alligators in here,"

"Jack... you are an alligator," Stiles sighed, and Jackson chuckled, trailing the tip of his tail up Stiles' thighs. Stiles stiffened a little as he felt it slipping into his entrance. "Jackson, Scott can hear us, Allison can see us..."

"I like an audience," Jackson half shifted so he could devour Stiles' faces in kisses, slipping more of his tail inside of him. Stiles grabbed at Stiles' shoulders and hooked his legs around Jackson's waist.

Just a month ago, Jackson thought his favorite thing was pissing off Stilinski, but seeing his face of pleasure was so much more priceless. Jackson smirked against the pale neck of his Master, teasing his neck with his daggers of teeth as he returned to the full shift. He felt Stiles' cock harden against his stomach.

"Freak," Jackson said as Stiles rocked down against the tail, "How do you slick up for me way more like this and not when I am human..."

"Because you are an ugly human," Stiles quipped, making Jackson scowl at him. Stiles whined as Jackson snatched his tail out of Stiles. Jackson's cock was slick and tapered at the top, sort of like a tentacle. Pure sage green, and 11 inches. He rammed it inside Stiles so he would stop whining. Stiles was very vocal, so Jackson just kissed him in an attempt to shut him up. "Who's your Master," Stiles smirked, and Jackson looked at him, not entertained. "Who is your fucking master, Crocodile?"

"You are..." Jackson said, almost purring, nuzzling Stiles' face as he fucked him until it was dark outside.

Holy Shit, I tried to stop writing this so many times, but the ideas just kept coming. I was afraid people wouldn't be into this, so I didn't do much Kanima sex. If you were into it, comment, I might do a part two. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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