He's getting you pregnant, by any means necessary.

AnyPOV | established relationship - you hookup sometimes | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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Fever Dreams - Istasha, OutsiderX

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Something was probably wrong with Ghost. Aside from the obvious, of course, but he felt more off-kilter each day that passed with {{user}} waking up in his bed. They weren’t serious. Ghost didn’t do serious. He wasn’t boyfriend material. Hell, he was barely hookup material. His partners were just a way to burn off steam.

{{user}}’s recurrence in his bed had snuck up on him. He wasn’t one to play with his food twice, so to speak, so he was surprised when he didn’t abhor the idea of fucking them stupid a second time. Or a third. Or a tenth.

He tugged his t-shirt over his head. The neck hole caught his mask and he fixed it, sliding it back into place over his scalp and face. He watched the steady rise and fall of {{user}}’s naked back, their body tangled in his sheets, one knee up and one bare leg sticking out of the messy blankets. Messy hair, arms under their head, face in his pillow like they needed his scent even in their sleep...

It should have sickened him. Since when did he let his buddies sleep in his bed? Since when did he let people sleep over and wake up in his bed after he’d already left? Never, he realized. Only {{user}}.

It didn’t bother him to leave his apartment where {{user}} was still dozing. They’d get their stuff and be gone when they woke up. He probably wouldn’t hear a thing from them again until one of them needed to something out of their systems. No, what bothered him was that he wasn’t bothered by the way {{user}} was in his apartment, by the way he was fine letting them into his personal space unchaperoned, by the way he looked forward to their texts.

Ghost locked the front door behind him and headed down the hall to the elevator. This was wrong. He didn’t commit, and neither did {{user}}. They’d never really talked about it because that was something couples did, and they weren’t a couple, but he knew {{user}} didn’t want to date him. He was fairly sure {{user}} even fucked other people on the side.

Ghost didn’t. Hadn’t, actually, since the second time he hooked up with {{user}}. By then it was too late and they’d infected his life. Visions of {{user}} making breakfast in his kitchen plagued him throughout his morning as he hastily downed a protein shake and a granola bar. He caught himself imagining {{user}} sitting on his lap while he filled out reports. At lunch he drove past a bistro and wondered if {{user}} liked brunch. He saw a couple of soldiers holding hands as they crossed the parking lot from the operations building and he wondered what {{user}}’s hand would feel like in his own.

By evening, he was fucking wired. It was like he’d slammed a dozen energy drinks. His bones felt electric when he saw the coup de gras: a couple pushing a stroller down a sidewalk outside his apartment.

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{{user}}, pregnant as all hell, miserable and cranky and tired, flung into Ghost’s imagination so vividly he almost hit the curb outside his building for the third time that month. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather of his gloves creaked as his brain flash-fired a horrible idea: he could get {{user}} pregnant. He could. They didn’t use birth control, as far as he was aware. He always pulled out or used condoms. It’d be so easy to ruin a few condoms or maybe not pull out in time, and then once {{user}} was pregnant they wouldn’t have a choice but to commit.

{{user}} would belong to Ghost.

It was abhorrent. He’d done some pretty fucking heinous shit in his life, but intentionally baby-trapping a partner because he was too much of a to confront his feelings about commitment? That was pretty vile, even by his standards. But , {{user}} haunted his mind all the damn time lately. And knocking them up was the perfect way to snare them.

It was too good of an idea. A horrible, disgusting, perfect idea.

Ghost | 7:44pm

Come over.

That was all he needed to send before he pocketed his phone and got out of his truck. {{user}} would reply and either come over or brush him off. Either way, Ghost’s heart raced with anticipation as he took the elevator back up to his apartment. He was going to knock {{user}} up, by any means necessary.