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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/F
  Fandom:
      the_Superwolf_diaries, Teen_Wolf_(TV), Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles
      Stilinski/Jackson_Whittemore, Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, Scott_McCall/
      Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin, Melissa_McCall/Sheriff
      Stilinski, Chris_Argent/Sheriff_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski_&_Kira
      Yukimura, Castiel/Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Kira_Yukimura, Bobby_Finstock
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-18 Updated: 2014-11-01 Chapters: 4/? Words: 1651
****** The War is among the Muggles ******
by MysticHillsSterek
Summary
     Stiles finds his world turned up side down after season three and
     four his family comes to visit from his mom and dad's side and the
     hold a shocking secret that stiles wields in surprise to him
***** I wanna save you stiles *****
It's started with a few virgin sacrifices and Stiles Stilinski became
completely anxious in the lacrosse locker. Both Scott McCall and Isaac Lahey
noticed their skinny friend being more paranoid then usual.
That night at the Stilinski house, "It's Stiles," Scott protests loudly,
horrified.
"Scott," Isaac says, staying Scott's arms with his hands, "It's Stiles."
Scott stills abruptly, then slumps. "Oh god, Stiles is going to die. I can't
let you die."
"We can't let him die." Isaac says, firmly.
Scott sighs with a small smirk.
"But - it's Scott," Stiles protests loudly, horrified. He's looking at Isaac in
supplication, as if it hadn't been Isaac's idea in the first place.
"We can't let you die," Isaac says, gently.
"No?" Asks Stiles, licking his lips.
"No," says Scott.
"I could ask Danny again," Stiles suggests, without much hope.
"No." Whispers Scott, leaning in.
It's weird at first, soft lips and startled breath, but Stiles tastes exactly
like he smiles - like pepperoni, like adderall, like home. It's Stiles. It's
just Stiles. It's all Stiles. He pulls a hairs breath away, looks at stiles'
eyes through the curtain of his lashes. Stiles leans forward slightly, eyes
caught on his lips, looking lost in a way that Stiles never does. Scott surges
forward, did liking that look on his face, wanting him to be sure of Scott
again, to know where they stand with each other.
Stiles is lax for a moment, then a soft noise escapes into Scott's mouth and
suddenly Stiles is kisses back, long strong fingers bracketing Scott's face.
Stiles' tongue finds his, questing, and it's stiles; stiles hand brushes over
his ear as his eyes good golden yellow and cards decisively into his hair, and
it's stiles. stiles looks at him with a flash of uncertainty as he with draws
for long enough that Isaac pulls his head for him, and that's also stiles;
Scott channels his reassurance and frustration into his hands, one tugging
Stiles T-shirt up insistently and the other running over the planes of Stiles'
back.
"Shirt,"says Isaac, and stiles laughs softly, raises his arms and keeps still
for long enough that Isaac can get it off. Isaac tosses the shirt aside and
bends over to kiss his upturned face, and Scott knows that stiles is thinking
about spiderman right now, knows his own name.
If I get enough likes I'll type up the rest you'll love to see the new Stiles.
***** something embarrassing is coming *****
Chapter Summary
     Virginity is all about how you presive the world and how it sees you
     innocence, but if your innocence is seen taken what then?
"Stiles! Stiles! Let him go! STILES!" Shouts a voice over the sound of
explosions, the voice had a roar behind it.
Stiles is standing atop of a tall building roof top that resembled Derek's
loft, he is staring down at the city streets, smoke emits from craters in the
ground souring from place to place as if alive. The mysterious smoke caused the
buildings to explode upon their contact instantly. In the distance Cora is
fighting side-by-side with Allison Argent, who's launching out arrows and her
father Chris Argent shooting his gain handguns.
Derek is fighting through the smoke to get Stiles as Scott sees Isaac beheaded.
Scott screams.
"Stiles? We don't have to do this, we are only trying to help." Said Isaac to
the hyper ventilating stiles on the bed in front of him.
Scott looks at stiles' eyes closely noticing that his eyes are glowing sliver,
scott leans down to gently kiss stiles causing the sliver/gray eyes to look
from the ceiling to him. Before he closed his eyes and began to kiss back
gently but gravingly forcing their lips closer. Scott's eyes widened as he
pulls back for air to hear a tempting stiles gasp out for Issac receiving
another spiderman kiss, when stiles opened his eyes briefly revealing them to
be honey golden brown then they closed again.
Stiles half sprawled over scott and Isaac curling upon stiles' other side.
Isaac nudges stiles until stiles rolls over to kiss him somemore. It makes
Scott's chest feel so tight; he buries his nose in stiles' hair, covers one of
isaac's hands with one of his own, breathes deeply in. Stiles let's let's out a
soft sigh in counterpoint. Scott reaches around with his free hand to feel the
tall end of stiles' exhalation, trails up a little to rub briefly at a nipple,
then down over a tree-climbing scar to brush over the hair at his navel
noticing a strange tattoo on his waist side. Stiles inhales sharply calling
forth his attention again;Isaac tenses under Scott's hand for a second before
relaxing again.
[Downstairs in the Stilinski house]
A bell rang calling attention to the front door, Sheriff Stilinski gets up from
the family room couch walking passed the kitchen and staircase to answer it;
upon opening the door he was very stunned and pleased to be greeted by his
mother and his brother-in-laws kids Buffy and Xander Harris. "Hello mother?!,
what a surprise. Buffy? Xander? You've grown so much." Exclaims Mr. Stilinski
joyously.
"Hey uncle Stilinski," said Xander joyfully, with Buffy in slow unison causally
grinning before entering the house.
"Hello son, ooh son you know its been long enough for mourning don't you think
it's time to go back to the gym." Said Barbara, bpulling up at her son's red v-
neck T-shirt.
"For you're information mother, I work out four times a week." States the
sheriff, revealing his has hard abs to the room. Buffy and Xander can't help
but drop their jaws.
"Anyways, where's my grand baby at?"asks grandma Stilinski, searching around
the room.
[Stiles' bedroom]
"Is this okay?" Isaac asks as scott drips under the waistband of stiles'
sweatpants.
"Yes" stiles hisses shakily with a gasp, clutching the front of Isaac's shirt
desperately, then buries a nose in the crook of Isaac's neck giving his
shoulder blade small kisses. As scott palms his bare dick. He's not wearing
underwear, god, scott should have known that; Stiles doesn't wear underwear to
bed; but he didn't think to think about it, and now stiles under his hand. He
strokes down again, twice, then grips stiles gently, and stiles let's out a
moan.
"God, I want you so much," Stiles says hoarsely into the space between himself
and Isaac again, but scott can hear him, knows that he means he means both of
them, all it.
Isaac tenses under Scott's hand again; scott looks over stiles' shoulder to see
stiles palming him through his jeans. Isaac leans around stiles to kiss scott
but it's a untenable position and they all slip, laughingly into apile on the
bed. "Great; my abs were killing me," stiles complains, but his harsh and sex-
deep Isaac sits up to smirk at him; Scott sits up to kiss isaac hungrily and
the falls away as quickly as it had come.
"Oh my god," says stiles looking up between them, between Scott's bare chest
and Isaac's rumpled shirt to where their mouths meet, sharing bare traces of
stiles' lingering taste. TThey're kissing for him, and for each other and for
themselves, mostly; it's so hot in this small bed, and scott wants both of them
to lose them themselves in it, to be right in heart of it.
[In the living room]
Downstairs on the couch sat Buffy, Xander and Grams Stilinski across from her
son; soon stiles' voice came verberating downstairs with the gasped out the
words, "Oh my god!" Calling forth the attention of the occupants in the living
room. "Oh that sounds like my dear grandson." Exclaims Barbara. "Sounds like
Stiles is up!?" Said the Sheriff with a lifted intrigued eyebrow.
"Well, let's say hello? Shall we?" She said, heading to the staircase.
So if you like to get the rest of the preface like away and you will be blow
away, until mmy next update...
***** do you want more *****
Chapter Summary
     Tell me what you like and dislike and I will be glad to upload some
     more let me know sweeties kisses
Working hard to make my fans of this fic happy
***** Awkward Moments Keep On Coming *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when your family and friends know too much
They break apart panting to see Stiles has shoved his sweatpants halfway down
his hips, trailing the tips of his fingers over the length of his keilbasa, his
hips making little tiny twitches and jerks. Isaac growls in the back of his
throat, pouncing the boy once more. He bats Stiles fingers away and seals his
mouth over the head of Stiles swollan memeber, then pulls right off him again
with a obscure pop.
Stiles shouts in pleasure.
Unsympathetic, Isaac licks a swathe from root to tip, taking him in again as
far as he could, cheeks hallowing. Scott presses Stiles down into the mattress,
sure enough its not long before Stiles is shooting down Isaac's throat with a
silent cry his body trembling against Scott's own, trying to fly off the bed.
Scott's entire body shudders in sympathy.
The sound of floor boards creaking as the four family memebers slowly
stampeding upstairs, hearing suspicious noises coming from Stiles room.
"Lube," Isaac demands, Scott doesn't wait for Stiles to gather himself to
answer, just scrabbles in the nightstand for it. Isaac dry thumb brushes across
his perineum and down over his tight pucker Stiles gasps just a little. Stiles
quickly loses loses lethargy and wiggles up to watch, eyes wide, Scott almost
loses his grip on the bottle of lubricate as Isaac pressed against his hole
again, impossibly a fresh wave of Stiles arousal fills the air.
He manages to get the bottle out and hands it to Isaac. Stiles helps him settle
into the centre of the bed, ensconced in the pillows like a king, legs spread
wantonly apart. Stiles leans into kiss the tip of his hard rod, his chest next,
his lips and nose as Isaac works a slick finger inside him. "Look at you," said
stiles watching Isaac's face avidly.
"You're so tight aren't you but Isaac is going to open you up, for him" Scott
stops to take a sharp inhale, "- and for me, for us, so ,open."
Stiles kisses Scott deep and sensuous and Isaac then slides right in.
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