#roommate! ghost

[ghostsgrl666]

roommate!ghost who's waiting for you when you get home in the middle of the night after going out with your friends. Sitting on the couch in those fucking grey sweatpants when you stumble through the door and drop your keys. Has to stare at the crack on the ceiling when you get down on your hands and knees to find them, pretend for his own sanity that he hasn't seen the tiny excuse for underwear you've got on under that little black dress.

Like clockwork, he's got you sitting on the icy bathroom counter as you giggle, telling him all about your night. He's got cotton pads and makeup remover in one hand and the other holding onto your thigh because you started unconsciously squeezing his broad frame when he stepped in between your open legs. He gently wipes away all the traces of the night, carefully mapping out the contours of your face like you're a masterpiece he's carved from some precious stone. Until he gets to your lips. The shiny, fucking sparkly gloss is all thats left on your skin but his hand freezes as he studies the crease in your bottom lip. You catch up two seconds later in your dreamy, relaxed haze, and without even thinking about it you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to the one's silently hovering over yours.

His breath catches and his grip on your thigh becomes molten hot as you just as quickly pull away. Innocently you smile at him, like you hadn't just killed him, like you hadn't just made him start planning your wedding down to the way your eyes would shine as you walked down the aisle, all for him.

Your laugh is the only thing that can pull him out of his stupor, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that." 

But he does, he really, really does.

[ghostsgrl666]

Mild dub-con/non-con, somno, simon is larger than reader

roommate!ghost who tucks you into your bed and sits on the edge of it for what feels like forever debating whether he should stay. You came home pretty drunk and he knew if he went back to his own room he would not get a wink of sleep worrying about all the things that could happen if he wasn't right there to protect you. He ends up convincing himself that he needs to watch you, at least, but somehow he ends up right next to you. Under the covers with his head facing yours to hear the steady sound of your breath. It's not his fault when the next moment he wakes up with you in his arms, his wide palm on your lower back under your scruched up t-shirt. His other arm locked in place by both your hands gripping tight around his wrist, fingers not even touching. The sight of it does something to him, sparks a heat deep in his stomach that suddenly makes his hips feel far too close to yours. It gets even worse when a line appears between your brows, a bad dream playing across your face in a way that makes him want to lick the crease away.

Your breathing gets heavier and Simon starts to actually question whether he died last night and went to heaven because just as he tries to untangle his legs from yours he accidentally presses himself against you, making you let out the cutest fucking whimper. It's the best sound he's heard in his entire life, and he freezes as he realizes how fucked he is.

Against the bulk of his hips you tense your legs around him, memories of the night before turned to pure, molten want as you start to grind against him over the straining fabric of his boxers.

That's what finally wakes you, he thinks, the way his hand finds your waist and fucking squeezes as he tries not to lose all control.

[ghostsgrl666]

roomate!ghost who’s always hot x reader who’s always freezing??

He doesn't do it intentionally. Not in the beginning, at least. He just runs hot, always has. That's why he's never worn anything heavier than a (too tight) t-shirt in your apartment. That's why he controls the AC, even hooked the thermostat up to his phone so you wouldn't catch him lowering the temperature every time you tried to adjust it.

It's just an added bonus that on cloudy days he always finds you under the fuzzy throw blanket you insist on keeping folded over the back of the couch, that you always grumble about him being a "human furnace" every time he sits down next to you. He can't help how you subconsciously inch closer to him as you both keep your eyes on the tv, eventually half in his lap with your cheek smushed against his massive bicep.

He teases you, threatens to buy you one of those heated blankets that are advertised on the screen in front of you, but you both know he's bluffing as his arm sinks from your shoulder down to tug your hip, pulling you even closer. He wouldn't give up you wrapped around him for anything.

He says it's just a coincidence when the thermostat breaks, must just be really good fucking luck that you have to sleep in his bed to combat the freezing winter temperatures outside. He's just doing you a favor, being a good roommate when he tucks you into his chest and lets you steal all of the covers while you sleep. He can't help it if your hands find his while you're dreaming, icy as they brush his bare stomach. He brings them up to his mouth and kisses them lightly before pressing them to his heart, to the burning thing your sweet sigh sets aflame. He doesn't do it intentionally, but around you he's always burning up.