Sterek Mpreg (Hiatus)

Chapter 3

Peter is exceptionally creepy in this story and YES IT WILL BE SMUTTY.

My nickname for Peter is Peter the pedophile.
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Peter*

Jackson and I were at my apartment planning our attack on Stiles. Today was the day I have been planning this since the first time I raped Stiles and apparently so had Jackson, naturally once we had found out we lusted for the same boy we teamed up. Everyone except Jackson thinks I am dead which is an advantage because no one will expect me-Derek had "killed" me once he had found out thanks to Stiles and his big mouth which I have to admit is nice. Jackson was supposed to be in jail for 3 years but his rich dad got him out of it.

"So, you sniff him out and if he is with Derek I come in with my claws only and paralyze them both and blow wolfsbane into Derek's face so he doesn't know where we are. I don't kill him because we are going to torture him by making him watch his precious Stiles get raped. I got the wolfsbane, mistletoe, mountain ash chains to hold him back and I still have some mistletoe-just in case- to put around us." Jackson said repeating the plan perfectly. He had no idea I had added other things to the schedule. 1: rape Derek. 2: rape Jackson. Jackson is a pretty good looking guy and Derek oh I have raped him before but I told him if he ever told anyone I would kill him, although he has probably told Stiles.

"Yes that tis the plan Jackson now, shall we set foot on this oh-so pleasuring adventure? I said purposely sounding old-timely.

"Yes we shall, yes we shall.". Jackson said with and evil smirk that I joined in on. And with that we left on our journey to the wonderful land of rape.

Derek*

I was the first to get up. Stiles was storing and had a little puddle of drool on his pillow, I woke him noticing the time and recalling we had to tell Deaton about the pregnancy. I shook him awake earning a groan and without another word Stiles ran into the bathroom to barf i comforted him as he whipped off the barf that was on his face.

"No offence to our future child, but I can't wait until you're out of me." He said looking at me then his stomach. His face then turned to pure horror and I thought he was going to throw up again. "Wait a second how exactly are you going to come out?" His voice raised three octaves and I also got worried. The baby was going to have to come out his ass-I know he is against C-sections and abortions so it had to be that way. I just looked at him with the same wide-eyes he had.

"We need to go see Deaton, now." I said and we left as fast as possible. We arrived at the clinic, which was closed, knocked on the door and Deaton awkwardly opened the door.

"What did Scott do this time?" He said with an eye roll and a sigh.

"Nothing we actually..um, need to talk to you about, something." Stiles said not looking at either of us. Deaton let us in and shut the door.

"So, if it's not Scott then what is is?" Stiles and I looked at each other and he was the first to answer.

"I'm pregnant and Derek is the father." Stiles said bluntly. Deaton's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Well how long have you been pregnant." Deaton said looking at Stiles.

"We found out yesterday." Stiles said, I was glad he was doing the talking because I could just stare in awe at his pure beauty. Everything he did was beautiful, perfect even. I love Stiles, I truly love him.