GHOSTxAFAB! READER
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700.. 92 days. 792 lonesome nights. 792 mornings waking up alone. Rolling off the stiff woven couch, your feet burn against the cold wood. Dust fills the air as the morning sun filters through the broken blinds. The blinds you broke screaming your head off 792 days ago. The stone cold look in his eyes borrowed a hole into your chest as you thought about just how meaningless all of it was. The sit you were screaming about. The arguments you shared in the last few days before his departure.
Standing up, you mindlessly fiddle with the cold metal tags around your neck. Though they weren’t his, you couldn’t help but fear the day that his would be added to the chain. Almost slamming into the cold floor, you collapse onto the wall. The pain your chest feeling nothing less than life ending. The sternum shattering pain brought tears to your eyes. ”Chin up, puppy,” his voice coached. “No tears till that final knock comes to the door,” your mind played tricks as the memories of him flooded back.
The way he held you to his chest as you cried for hours, silently telling you how he would always protect you. The gentle kisses he’d shower you with when he wanted to tell you how proud he was. The roses he bought after ever fight. The ring he hid in the bottom of his rucksack like you weren’t the one that washed all his stuff. “Just come home, please,” you beg softly. Sliding down the wall, you steadied your breathing, gasping between the dry heaving.
Almost an hour passes before you’re able to force yourself back onto your feet. Wiping your face, you pass your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled, your red eyes were sunken in from sleepless nights and overtime. Makeup from the night before stain your skin as it retold the events of your club hopping birthday. Gritting your teeth, the far too big Manchester t-shirt you begged for reminded you of the game he took you too. The way he lifted you into the air to catch it and the way he always looked at you when you’d wear it to bed.
Refusing to cry again, you storm away from the mirror. Tossing the t-shirt to the ground, you jumped into the shower. Trying to wash away the burden of tears and escapism, you stand in silence. The water hitting your skin without mercy.
Towel wrapped tight, you stare yourself in the eye through the steam. The eyes he would stare into. The lips he kissed hungrily. Pulling on the lowest fitting jeans you own, you tuck one of his black t-shirts into the waistband. Bag on shoulder and keys in hand, you make for the front door, stopping just before grabbing the handle. Dropping keys and bag, you kick them aside and went into small barely larger enough to be considered a kitchen. Cleaning and sweeping, you fix up the home you let go to hell. With two bags of trash ready at the door, you stuff your feet into a pair of boots you bought years ago.
You wanted them cause they looked like his standard issue ones. That year you went as him for halloween and you got into argument about him getting called in. It was three weeks after that when you finally got to make up. Shoving your keys in your bag, you strongman the garage and head out. Tossing it out as you backed out of the driveway, you tunnel visioned your way to the grocery store. No list, no plan, you pick up the things you knew from memory. Pulling into the driveway, you sit in the car for bit. Staring at the front door you begged to paint red, you back out and drive off.
Walking through the hardware store he told you you couldn’t work at part-time, you lug around a can of black paint. Arriving at checkout with the paint and a set of blinds, the cashier tries to make conversation.
“Did you serve?” They ask innocently.
“Are they a spouse’s?” They inquire. As they scan, your eyes run over their name tag.
“No. My dad,” you inform. The cashier nobs with a pained smile. The look in their eyes expressing just how uncomfortable they were.
“That will be $207.35. Would you like the warranty as well?” They ask gesturing towards the touch pad.
Pressing the no button, you sit your card on top of it. “No. I’m just going to replace them again when my husband gets back,” you inform, inciting a small flame of fire within yourself. The cashier visibly perks up when you mention him.
“Is he away?” They ask, handing you your bags.
“Yea. Overseas, but’s to be home soon,” you smile.
With the new blinds installed and the curtains open, you stand behind the stove of your kitchen. Chopping potatoes and carrots as the scent of a well seasoned meat filled the home. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board echoed louder than the pain that filled your chest. As time ticked away on the 792nd day, the promise you made threatened your eyes. Sitting across from an empty seat, you ate in silence. Covering the second plate and putting in the microwave, you wash dishes and turn out the lights.
Slipping into the now clean Manchester t-shirt, you tuck yourself into bed. The quiet home. The quiet neighborhood. The life you never thought you could have kids. The wedding you planned. The job you switched too. Your contract that ended. His that had a few years left on it. The bed you splurged on, and the sheets you chose cause they looked good against his skin when he woke up in the mornings.
The good wife you wanted to be. The terrible behavior he worked hard not to mirror. The trust issues you couldn’t fight. The distance he kept out of fear.
Rolling over, your hands grazes the cold other half of the bed. Your eyes drift open just a little, the light playing tricks on you as his silhouette laid beside you. The smell of gun powder and mud that never seemed to leave his skin tickled your nose. “At least shower first,” you mumble mindlessly. Turning over, you fluff your pillow with a small yawn. Your memories of him continue to circulate as you try and knock out. Not long passes before you give up on sleeping all together. Groggily sitting up, a light from under your door peaks your attention.
Trained reflex, you pull the 45 you kept in the night stand out, holding it with the intent to fire. Slowly slipping out of bed, you make for the door. Just as you open it, an ocean of steam hits you in the face. “Could you put that away, puppy,” Simon’s exhausted voice washed over you like a breathe of fresh air. Dropping to your knees, his hot skin seeped through your shirt.
“Come on now, puppy. Back into bed,” he coached. Pointing your gun at his chest, the tears you told yourself to get rid of, escaped from your eyes. Your lips quiver as your words stumble from your mouth.
“You’re late, you fucking bitch”. Taking hold of barrel, he slips the gun out of your hands, pulling you close to his chest. Disarming the weapon, he tucked his down to kiss the top of yours.
“I’m home, puppy. Don’t cry”. Lifting you up, he carried you back to the bed. Putting the gun away, he leaned over you, just barely putting his weight on you. Cupping his face, you pulled him down, tracing his lips with your own. The dark made him feel like nothing more than a dream.
Giving into you, his kissed you with an insatiable hunger. The tears left, streamed from your squeezed tight eyes. Breaking only for air, his arm wrapped around your back held you tight. You locked your arms around her neck, hands in his hair. “I love you,” you whimpered.
“Shut up. I missed you for fuck-sake”. Falling asleep in his arms, you clung to him throughout the night. Waking up to an empty bed, you stumbled to the doorway of your shared room. Fear overwhelmed your sense as it suddenly felt like a hellish dream. Looking around for him, your breath escapes you. Dashing into the living room, you almost face plant into the floor. His bag and shoes laid behind the old couch you gripped onto for dear life.
Circling out of the kitchen, he cane to you with a look of mild concern. “Are you okay?” He asked lifting you to your feet. Holding onto him, your chattering jaw forced a heart broken out onto your face.
“I’m right here, puppy. I ain't goin’ anywhere”. His arm looped around your waist and in one motion you lifted you up off the ground. Walking around to the other side of the couch, he sits down with you straddled across his lap. His large hands held the side of your face, his war stricken face softening to the emotionless lost stare you fell in love with. Kissing him gently, you wrap yourself in him again.
His tongue teased yours as his hands gripped your hips. Under the t-shirt he loved seeing you in, he slyly peeled off your panties. The lace hips of them strapping his hands to you.
“I missed you, puppy,” his low rough voice tickled your neck as he kissed behind your ear and down.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he growled, his kissing turning too biting. Opening your hips, his rough fingers massaged your clit. Everything about the way he held you to the way his muscle strained under the restraint he kept, flipped all your switches.
Maybe because it’s been two years. Maybe because of they way he growled your name as he opened you up. Maybe it was how your purring drove him mad as he dug three fingers deep into you. Maybe, just maybe, it was how he never said he loved you, instead he showed it in every kiss and bite mark he teased you with.
Tied around his neck like an ascot, you couldn’t hold bag that throaty gags of pleasure that he forced out of you. Holding your legs like the handles of a chest press, he moaned greedily while slamming you up and down on his long thick cock. Sloppy drilling into you, Simon’s dark brown gaze never left yours. Even as you tossed your head back, moth agape, he gave you his full attention.
Slowing to painstaking intermittent thrust, the melody of your name in his low voice dance across your depraved mind.
“Talk to me, puppy,” he ad-libed. Pausing right as his tip was at entrance, he kissed you neck affectionately. Whining as the cool air of the room brushed against your bruised pussy, the sudden lack of his warmth brought tears to your eyes.
“I’m cold”. Looking him in the eyes, your pout seemed to do something to him. The arrogant resolve he had, shattered. In one quick motion, he pinned you to the couch. Slamming the entirety of his length into you as he filled your mouth with him. The place where your skin met his burned with every foundation shaking slam. Your walls closed in around him with every pass. Your legs shaking and toes curling as he licked the tears from your eyes.
“I can feel you tightening, puppy,” he moaned. Tracing his thumbs over the front of your pelvis, he used you hips to intensify his own pleasure.
“Any tighter and I’ll give you a real reason to scream my name”. He let out an almost maniacal laugh as you hiccuped his named. Tongue out, you couldn’t hear any but the sounds him making a mess of you. Your cunt pulsated while he stretched you wide. Grabbing your chin, he directed your eye line to the frothing ring of cream dripping from the shaft of his cock.
“It’s like ice cream,” he joked, making you watch as he carve out his place in you. Bitting down into your lip, you could hold back the trembling. Again, you’re tipped over the edge as he relentlessly asserted his dominance.
“Good puppy”. His head fell back as his tip did more than kiss your cervix.
“Cum”. You managed between gasp.
“In,” you trailed off between clenched teeth. Just as you flooded your channels, a thick hot pool poured into you. Holding your hips pressed against his, Simon left out the deepest, roughest moan you’ve heard in years. Nails buried deep into the upholstery, the overflow streamed out of hole and onto the next one.
“Fuck sake,” he inhaled. Lifting your limp body, you stayed inside you as he warmed you with his body. Breathing in his scent, the taste of iron line your lips. With his hard still deep inside you, your hips couldn’t help but to roll on their own. Breathless, you kiss his face and neck. Your hands scrambling to remove his black tee that stood between you and his hot skin.
Pulling your now soiled t-shirt over your head, his overbearingly large hands felt up your sweat misted body. His cock bulged as you pressed your bare breast against his chest, your hips spelling his name as you passionate left your mark on his skin.
“You’re like a bitch in heat, puppy,” he commented, amusement present in his voice as massaged you ass. Digging your knees into the soft cushion he sat on, you rocked and ground your hips like it was the first time. The gooey load he released in you made the perfect lube as he slipped in and out of you with ease.
As you scrapped your walls with his cock you clit managed to rub his shaft every time. Drooling in his mouth. Moaning in his ear as you used him as nothing more than thick, hot dildo.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he coached. His raspy voice grinded your gears as he pulled you pussy apart.
“A little more”. Stretching you open as you pleasured yourself on him, you could feel fingers caress your entrance. Playing with your clit as he massaged your labia, your devil of man began to rock his hips. Stabbing into you, he cooed and kissed you like nothing was happening.
“You’re gonna”. You voice trailed into drool filled wave of sounds.
“I’m gonna what?” He inquired. His voice dance into your ear as his rocking turned to skin slamming thrust.
Eyes rolling back, you break through to a tsunami of ecstasy. Back broken, his hold on you tightens as his last thrust hit deeper than all the others. Kissing down you neck, he’s sinks his teeth into the volume of your chest. His big warm arms kept you safe as your muscle trembling and convulsed from the stimulation.
Keeping you warm, his hold didn’t let up. Together on your old couch, you sat in the serenity of post nut clarity. Running you hands through his hair, you couldn’t help tracing over the scars. It wasn’t that long ago that you were crying in a hospital, screaming at staff because he recklessly put himself in danger. You thumb brushed over a small slice in his cheek. It was far too new to be from your fight but something about it made you feel guilty.
“I’m sorry,” your voice was soft as you bore into him.
“I know how these things work but I let my insecurities get the best of me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” you continued.
“I know puppy,” he kissed your cheek gently.
“Don’t blame yourself for what’s done. I didn’t make it any better by walking out, so we’re both wrong,” he reasoned. Pouting cutely, you laid your forehead on his. Lifting you up, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“Clean up and I’ll grab you some water. Let’s go out”. He ushered you to the bathroom, a shameful wave of embarrassment washing over you. With every step, thick dollops of cum fell from your pussy. Your pussy lips burned as the cream trickled down and onto your legs.
Closing the bathroom door behind you, you quickly sit on the toilet, letting out a subdued moan. Tightening your core you pushed as much of it out as you could, the sensation reigniting the lust within you. Reaching into the shower, you turn it on in hopes to cover up the sounds you couldn’t hold back. The gushing from between your walls made your toes curl as the room filled with steam.
Pausing to hear for him, you slowly slip your fingers inside. Scrapping the cum the stuck to the sides, you press and reach deep inside. Your hands couldn’t compare to his, let alone his dick. The gentleness of your skin tickled as you cleaned way his sperm. Lost in the motions, you barely didn’t notice the cool breeze that mixed into the room. Standing with a glass in his hand, he watched as you fingered yourself.
“Don’t stop on my regard,” he teased. Sitting the glass down, he closed the door behind himself.
“It won’t come out,” your teary eyes met his. Unable to look away, your fingers continued to move on their own. A sweet moan leaving your lips was all it took for the distance between you two to close.
“Put it in my mouth,” you begged. Tongue out, your soppy eyes entranced his. Sliding the tip on your tongue, the taste of his cum excited your taste buds. Taking hold of the sides of your head, he stared down at you with an all devouring look. The steam made it hard to breathe as his cock slowly touched the back of your throat. Matching his pace, your cramping fingers hit every spot.
Sucking hard onto him, his face turned dark with devotion. Your lips hitting his pelvis with every increasing pump. The smell of you stained his skin. Gagging as the tip pushed your uvula out of the way, the Pulling open you mouth with his thumbs, he fit them between your teeth. Stretch your jaw as wide as it could go, his long strokes turned into small powerful ones. Choking as the tip danced in your esophagus, you watched in elated horror as his expressionlessness vanished in a sudden state of devilish enjoyment.
“Oh, puppy,” he moaned, “Focus. You begged for this”. Pumping into your throat, he draw your undivided attention. You hands wrapped around his wrist, stabilizing you as he fucked your mouth. Hot and stuff, you drooled as you lips grew numb. Jaw locking as he held on tighter, a suffocating pulse sent you into tears. So deep you couldn’t even taste it. The smell filled you head as your nose and throat burned.
Releasing your head, he caught you as you coughed up a storm. Dripping nose, he carried you into the shower. Holding you to his chest as your weak legs dangled uselessly, he soaped your back. Focused on you, his free arm scrubbed you body. Down and around, he made sure to get every nook and cranny. His large finger welcomed water into your walls, rinsing away what was left of him. Your fingers traced the lines of his tattoos as he cared for you.
Wanna Live Forever by ZAYN inspired this mostly and it's taken forever to finish.... I've lost a lot of my motivation to write so I didn't even try to edit this... Sorry for the ghosting [unironic]
