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Gemma Weir
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July 1 - July 1, 2023
her birth control. I stole her pill yesterday, gave her a fake one today and I plan to do the same for as long as I can get away with it. I want her pregnant, I want her tied to me, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to get my baby growing in her belly. It’s wrong and deceitful, and at some point she’ll figure out what I’m doing, but I don’t care, by then she’ll be so undisputedly mine I know she’ll eventually understand why I’m doing this.
Me – Nope, never heard of it. Remind me, who do you belong to? The dots appear, then disappear, and I hold my breath waiting on what’s going to come next. Peaches – Who do you belong to? Me – You, I’m 100% yours. Who do you belong to? Peaches - **Whispers** You… but only because you make me come 5535756841
I want to be disgusted but honestly, I kind of like it and I know he likes it, so what’s the harm? I’m on the pill, we’re both clean and hell, I’m moving in with him, what’s a little semen between lovers?
is there a chance of another of your ex’s showing up and kissing you?” There’s a bite to his words, even though he’s trying to sound amused. “I didn’t kiss him, he kissed me while I tried to push him off.”
thats what he said
“Mitchell, I think it might be best if you leave,” my dad says. “Cora’s made her choice and it’s time for you to bow out gracefully, son.”
“No, no, she doesn’t get to choose someone else, she doesn’t get to dump me. She should be begging at my feet to keep me.” “Dude, you sound like a psycho,” my asshole brother who’s caused all this drama hisses.
“You’ll regret this, you little cunt, you’ll come crawling back, they always do,” he grumbles before the door’s thrown open, slamming back against the wall as he goes to leave.
if i was her dad he would’ve been on the ground honestly
But I want to breed her and make her unrefutably mine more than anything, so I’ll take her anger when it comes.
My girl is out there, more than likely pregnant with my kid that I tricked her into making. She’s angry and scared and alone, and I caused that. I knew she’d be furious when she found out, but I figured she’d scream and fight and make me suffer, but the idea that she would leave never really crossed my mind.
“He took the sugar pills from five different packets of my birth control pills.
The idea that she thinks this is over is almost comical, and I’d probably laugh if I wasn’t so angry and worried.
My woman is pregnant with my baby and she’s out there thinking I’d ever let her walk away from me. That’s never going to happen, I’ll steal her away and keep her in a gilded cage for the rest of our lives before I’d let her raise our child without me.
“Me and Cora are none of your fucking business, Bonnie.” “Watch how you fucking speak to my woman,” Beau warns.
“You could try apologizing.” “I don’t want to lie to her and I’m not sorry she’s pregnant. I love her and I know she loves me. I’d do anything to keep her, even switch out her pills with the placebos to tie her to me in every way possible, no matter how crazy that might make me seem.”
Nodding, I try not to snarl at my future mother-in-law.
especially when I know I can fix things with Cora, I just need to get to her first.
“Do you know what, Cora, you’re right. I am fucking kidnapping you, so why don’t you just shut the fuck up and stop trying to hurt me, before you end up hurting yourself and the baby.”
“Huck, give me my cell back.” “No. You’ll get it back once we sort things out.”
Her wide, fearful eyes fill with tears as she gazes up at me, looking like a scared, broken doll. “Peaches, don’t look at me like that, like you think I’m going to hurt you, you know I’d never fucking hurt you.”
Anger and shame follow on the heels of my orgasm, stealing any joy it might have given me and replacing it with guilt for letting him play my body like only he can.
good
“I don’t need to ask for forgiveness because I’m not sorry.” My mouth falls open and I just stare at him, feeling like I’m dreaming, because there’s no way this asshole just told me he’s not sorry he lied and deceived me into getting pregnant without my consent. Lips parted, I try to speak, but no words come, because honestly what do I even say to that? “I’m glad you’re having my baby.” He just keeps talking. Why is he still talking?
I don’t know how it happens, or when I even decide to do it, if I actually do make the decision. My fingers clench into fists as I push up onto my knees, turn to face him, then swing my arm as hard as I can and punch him in the dick.
“You don’t hate me. You’re pissed at me and I get that, but you don’t hate me. I’ve text your mom and Bonnie and told them I’m taking you away for a few days to make up. They don’t know where we are, and I have no intention of telling them.” “What about food? You planning on starving me as well as keeping me hostage.”
“I can and I am, Peaches. I love you. We’ll get past this road bump, and then we’ll go home and start looking forward to our baby making us a family.” “A road bump. You call this a fucking road bump? Answer me this, Huck, how am I supposed to believe a word you say to me, when you’ve been lying to me so effortlessly for the last five weeks?”
this book need to be at least 200 more pages bc what the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.
Just because you’re rolling downhill towards middle age doesn’t mean I wanted to be barefoot and pregnant at twenty-one. You took my choices away from me, Huck, do you even understand why that’s so wrong?”
I know I should push him away, I hate him, but I love him just as much, and when he touches me I’m powerless to resist this all consuming need that fills me.
girl bye
“I’ll never let you go, never let you leave.” His words are like a bucket of ice water being doused over my head. Is that what this is? Am I here because I’m his? Is this just a game to him, a game of ownership? He called me his sex toy, but am I really just a toy, a possession to be claimed and owned. Does he think this so called ownership strips me of my rights, or my ability to say no? My hands find his chest and I push him as hard as I can. He doesn’t move an inch, but his physical assault stops, his hands stilling, his lip dragged from my skin. “Stop.” “Peaches.” “No, just stop,” I pant,
“I’m not trying to control you,” he says, his voice rough and low. “Aren’t you? You wanted me to move in, so I did and now I’m stuck on the side of a mountain, completely reliant on you if I want to leave.” “That’s not—” I interrupt him. “You wanted to make sure I could never leave, so you swapped out my birth control for the placebo pills, then fucked me every chance you got hoping that I’d get pregnant, knowing a baby would tie us together for the rest of our lives.” His lips part, but no words come out. “I left to get some space and come to terms with everything and instead of giving me
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“I know you see that I love you too, but maybe the way I show it is a little more extreme. I show you I love you by hating being away from you even for an hour and needing you close. I show you by wanting to make a home for us, by wanting to never wake up without you. I show you by needing you to be safe. I show you by wanting to spend the rest of our lives being blissfully happy, surrounded by beautiful babies that look like us. Maybe my methods aren’t as delicate as yours, but when you’ve found the very thing that makes every single day the best you’ve ever had, waiting just seems so
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I want to throw myself into his arms and tell him that I love him as much as he loves me.
color me surprised
It’s clear now that he is completely crazy, but I’m not scared. I should be. I should be terrified by the lengths he’ll go to, to keep me, to own me. But with his confession came a sense of power.
“You’re never allowed near my birth control ever again,” I say, tearing my mouth from his as he makes short work of removing my clothes. “Whatever you say, Peaches.” “I’m serious, Huck. You can’t do this again.” “I want a house full of kids, baby, as many as you’ll give me.” “That’s not you assuring me you won’t trick me into getting pregnant,” I scold, half-heartedly pushing him away. “That’s because I don’t want to lie to you,” he chuckles, pulling my shirt off and latching his lips around my nipple.
We’re fucked up, impulsive, wild and reckless. Huck isn’t perfect, but maybe he’s perfect for me.
