Sterek Mpreg (Hiatus)

Chapter 4

You better prepare yourself for this, hold on to your heads.

This chapter includes short updates on how my other ships are going.
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Stiles*

My ass hurts. I am definitely scared for life. Last night was the worst experience of my life, Derek and I were so shocked that we just went straight to bed after cuddling a little( I had a panic attack). The only good thing about last night was Derek and I having sex, which was the best EVER. I TOPPED, I STILES STILINSKI TOPPED DEREK HALE. I can't believe I did, but oh god did it feel good. I just woke up and I haven't puked yet, so I'm just kind of sitting next to the toilet waiting to throw up. Well, there it is, my throw up, it made we wince at the taste, it tastes like Peter's cum, which he had forced me to swallow. Derek was already up and making chocolate pancakes as per my request, well demand. I'm starting to get mood swings and cravings which is why Derek is making chocolate pancakes...and pickles. Once I flushed the toilet I went downstairs to the set table, for some reason feeling depressed. I sat down and immediately ate all the pancakes Derek had put on my plate.

"Holy shit Stiles!" Derek said with wide-eyes.

"What, are you calling me fat?" I snapped and immediately hated mood swings, but thank God Derek just smiled at me. I couldn't get that depressed feeling out of my head I have no reason to be depressed it felt like a virus had invaded my brain and was spreading to my heart. Oh god my heart it hurts like..physically hurts. I fell out of my chair shaking like a mad man and Derek almost had a heart attack.

"STILES, WHAT'S WRONG!" I don't know what's wrong I.. I suddenly have the urge to..kill myself?!?! I got up from the floor not on my own something was making me. I went into the gun room, grabbed a 45 caliber, and held it to my temple. WHAT AM I DOING?!? Derek almost threw up when he saw me and I couldn't talk it was as if someone put a literal zipper on my mouth. Someone whispered something to me IN MY HEAD?!?

"Do it Stiles pull the trigger." PETER. THE VOICE IS PETER. HOW IS HE DOING THIS I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD. "I am not dead Stiles, I never was, I knew Jackson was going to do that so I injected a temporary anti-harm serum into me so Jackson, or anyone, could not kill me. I played dead. Now I am in your head." How are you in my head. I thought sternly. "Oh you see, Stiles, when I raped you I injected myself into you. A process I had been working on since the first time I raped you. I explored every inch of you, Stiles. Now that I am in your brain I can control you. Now why don't you tell Derek it is not like he can do anything about it, he can not kill me, nor can anyone, without killing you too. Tell him now Stiles.". Derek had been looking at me the entire time with worried eyes. I tools him exactly what was happening and he broke the table.