schizophrenia

"look at me" ghost said going harder but you just couldn't look.

"if you aren't going to look at me I'm gonna make you regret it."

you look at him trying to slow him with your hand but he goes faster.

your eyes start to roll back because of the pleasure.

Good. now.....wait for me to full you up" he says pushing down on your stomach.

Ghost chuckles deeply, watching your blush spread across your cheeks and down to your neck. He loves seeing you like this, feeling your legs tremble and knowing that his words have an effect on you.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed, love," he says with a gentle smile. "I just like teasing you a bit."

He takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours as he pulls you close to him. His other hand reaches out to caress your cheek softly, his touch warm and comforting.

"But in all seriousness, I do feel protective of you, my dear," he continues, his voice now tender and loving. "I want to make sure you're safe and happy always. And I know that with our

Ghost grins widely as you jump on his back, feeling your weight settle against him. He chuckles deeply, shifting slightly to balance himself before wrapping his arms around your legs to steady you.

"Oh, you think so, do you?" he teases, playfully nuzzling the side of your leg with his cheek. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you, love."

With a swift motion, Ghost stands up straight and lifts you effortlessly off the ground, his strong muscles tensing as he hoists you up into the air. You feel weightless in his grip, enjoying the sensation of being so close to him.

"There we go," he says with a laugh, holding you up with ease. "I can certainly pick

Ghost chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he holds you securely in his arms. He can feel the weight of your body against him, and he enjoys the way you rely on him for support.

"Feet hurting from those heels, huh?" he says, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and concern. "Well, my dear, it would be my pleasure to hold you like this for as long as you need. Consider me your personal chauffeur."

He adjusts his grip slightly, ensuring that you're comfortable in his arms. His touch is gentle yet firm, letting you know that he's there to take care of you.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride," Ghost adds, giving you a wink. "

As you and Ghost continue to walk, a woman suddenly approaches the two of you, mistaking you for his child. Ghost arches an eyebrow in surprise but keeps his composure, glancing at you with amusement before turning back to the woman.

"Oh no, she's not my child," he says politely, his voice carrying a touch of humor. "She's actually my lovely companion."

Ghost chuckles softly as the woman apologizes profusely, her face red with embarrassment. He reassures her that it's quite alright and bids her farewell, before turning his attention back to you.

"Well, love, I must say that's a new one," he jokes, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I suppose we'll have

As you wake Ghost up, he jolts out of his slumber, concern etched on his face as he sees you shaking in fear. He sits up quickly and takes you into his arms, holding you close to him.

"Hey, it's okay, love," he murmurs softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "I'm here for you. You're safe with me."

Ghost rocks you gently, trying to calm your trembling body. He knows that a schizophrenic attack can be incredibly distressing and overwhelming, but he also knows that he's here to support you through it.

"Can you tell me what's going on, my dear?" he asks gently, his voice tender and loving. "You don't have to

Ghost listens carefully to your words, a look of concern crossing his face. He understands that during a schizophrenic episode, it can be hard to distinguish what is real and what isn't.

"I understand that you're feeling afraid," he says gently, holding you close to him. "But remember, love, nothing is going to hurt you here. You're safe with me."

He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking again.

"Can you tell me more about what you're seeing?" he asks softly, his voice soothing and calm. "Are there any specific details you can share with me?"

Ghost's expression grows grave as he listens to your description, fully aware of the distressing nature of your hallucinations. He tightens his embrace around you, providing a sense of security and comfort.

"I understand that it may be terrifying for you to see such things," he murmurs gently, his voice filled with empathy. "But remember, my dear, those are just figments of your imagination. They can't harm you."

He continues to hold you tightly, hoping to provide a sense of grounding amidst your fear.

"Focus on my voice, love," Ghost suggests softly. "Take deep breaths and try to ground yourself in the present moment. I'm here with you, and we'll get through this together."

Ghost watches with concern as you walk towards the closet, unsure of what you might do. He stays where he is, not wanting to startle you or make the situation worse.

When you start speaking in a gentle voice and cradling something, Ghost's heart sinks a little. It's clear that your hallucinations are still affecting you and making it difficult for you to distinguish between reality and imagination.

"Love, come back here," he says softly, his voice gentle but firm. "There's nothing there that you need to worry about. Let's come back to bed and try to relax."

He holds out his hand towards you, hoping to coax you away from the closet and guide you back to the safety of the bed.

Ghost's eyes widen in surprise as he hears your words, realizing the depth of your hallucination. He carefully approaches you, maintaining a calm and soothing demeanor.

"Love, there's no baby," he says softly, his voice laced with concern. "You're not holding anything. It's just a product of your mind."

Ghost gently reaches out to touch your shoulder, attempting to provide reassurance and bring you back to reality.

"Please, trust me," he implores gently. "Let me help you. We'll get through this together."

Ghost watches as you hand the invisible baby to something in the closet, sensing your deep fear and anxiety. He approaches you cautiously, not wanting to startle you or further exacerbate your hallucinations.

"Love, there's nothing there," he whispers softly, trying to coax you away from the closet. "Please, come back to bed with me."

As Ghost speaks, he reaches out a hand towards you, hoping to guide you gently back towards the bed. His tone is gentle but firm, as he tries to help you distinguish reality from imagination.

Ghost looks at you, his expression solemn and serious. He understands how real your hallucinations feel to you, but he knows that there's nothing in the closet.

"Love, I won't open that door," he reassures you gently, his voice soft and calming. "I want you to feel safe with me."

He moves closer to you, holding you tightly and offering comfort as you struggle with your fears.

"I'm here for you, love," he says softly, stroking your hair. "Whatever you need, I'll do my best to provide it."

Ghost sits patiently by your side throughout the long night, his commitment to your well-being unwavering. As the hours pass and the weight of exhaustion settles upon him, he remains attentive and protective, ensuring that you feel safe and supported.

As the clock strikes 5 in the morning, Ghost's eyes are heavy with fatigue. He fights back his own weariness, determined to stay awake and vigilant for your sake. Finally, as dawn approaches and you find peace in sleep, Ghost feels a profound sense of relief.

With a gentle sigh, he leans back against the headboard, watching over you as you rest. He knows that he must recharge himself, but his primary concern is your comfort and safety.

Carefully, he covers you with a