Ughh guys okay i just I love losers and I love men who love losers this is because I am one myself sooo… here is some loser!reader x loser!ghost MDNI also trans man reader because I SAID SO. Anyway they are both weird and very non experienced and it makes them both really awkward
Simon had a little neighbor, a short, stocky man who rarely left his apartment and seemed to stay up late, usually till 4 am. How does he know this? The walls are paper-thin.
He can hear you moving around day and night, your heavy steps trailing from one room to another. He’d hear you playing games the way you’d yell at the screen over the sound of the Overwatch match. (He totally plays it too, and he’s a Reaper main. I don’t make the rules it’s just the truth.) along with the way you’d sing to yourself while you went around the apartment, he loved it. Loved how your voice changed with each passing day, loved how when he’d catch you outside your apartment, he’d notice how your body had changed, more filled out than before, soft and round, the addition of some slight facial hair. He wondered how much hairier you’ve gotten elsewhere.
You and he had had a few conversations, each one making his heart race in his chest, cheeks pink, and when he started to make you blush with any sweet-sounding, “good morning, luv.” “How are you doing, birdie?” These words were a struggle for him they wouldn’t come out easy sometimes his voice too rough from disuse or a slight crack or stutter but it still made you blush from checks to tips of your ears and it filled him with a weird confidence he hasn’t felt before with another person when being himself it wasn’t like the confidence he felt when in the field that was more instinct than anything.
Another moment he loved was when the two of you would go out to smoke at the same time on your connect balconies, this was not a coincidence even though he’d play it off as one but he’d listen to you waiting for your foot steps getting closer to your patio door and he couldn’t help the rush that filled him as he scrambled to grab his own ciggies fumbling with his lighter as he slides his door open a little more aggressive than he should have letting out a embarrassed , “s-sorry sorry !” As he watched you jump from the sudden noise, the smile you gave him each time made him melt, absolving his guilt.
You were just like him, someone as inexperienced as he is, someone who has the same insecurities as he does. He can hear the way you talk about yourself, the way you put yourself down in the mirror he wish he had the nerve to come over to burst through your door to hold you with his shaky sweaty hands telling you how wrong you are how perfect you are how he wants to feel you wrapped around his cock more than anything he’s ever wanted in his whole life.
He’d touch himself to you each night, imagining your hand is the one he’s fucking his needy cock into as he bites his lip to muffle his moans. He wonders if you can hear him…because he can hear you.
He loves hearing your little vibrator on the buzz you probably thought wasn’t too loud, but his trained ears could pick it up with no issue. The soft gasps that would leave your lips as you pressed it to your t dick, the moans that would tumble out as you got closer, he couldn’t help but tug at his own large leaking cock as you pleasured yourself. He felt like a freak touching himself to you without you knowing. Would you find him to be disgusting? Would you cringe and call him the creep he knew he was being?
Tears would well up in his eyes as he sped up his movements, a twist of his wrist as he got to his tip, running a thumb over the slit, as pre cum dripped over the back of his hand, smoothing out his furious strokes. He let out the softest whispers as he sobbed, following you along as you got closer and closer. His mind racing, wondering if you were using your fingers, what your sweet boy pussy would feel like wrapped tightly around his thick cock how you’d moan for him, would you be louder than you were now?
As he came, he’d let out a broken sob. He hopped, you didn't hear him whimpering as he whispered to himself how disgusting he was, how he was an ugly loser that no one could ever love.
Then one night, something you moaned out made his self-degradation stop; you moaned his name. It wasn’t even once, it was a plea of his name, broken sobbed moans, leaving you as you imagined him touching you, begging for him to put his hands on you to fuck you as you needed. gasps of an ever-growing Simon, Simon, Simon! He couldn’t help himself. The moment you stuttered out an indecent moan of his name, he came quickly, having to slap a hand over his mouth to stop the desperate whines and whimpers he let out. He couldn’t believe it, you said HIS name, you thought of HIM as you tried desperately to cum.
The way your voice cracked as you sobbed his name one final time, the harsh panting he heard from you as you tried to come down from your high. As his mind floated back into his body, his heart dropped as he heard your soft sobs, your whispers of how you were disgusting, how you were the loser for thinking about him, how he would never touch you, how you’d never be good enough for a man like him.
He couldn’t stand the way you sobbed, couldn’t help the sad wobbling voice you let out as you muffled your cries with your hand.
He couldn’t take it a moment longer, the intense rage that filled him as he heard you say such blasphemous things.
Without thinking, he was up, wiping his hand on a towel, sweat pants pulled back up, as he stormed out his front door to bang on your door, ready to finally show you how he feels.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK GUYS DO YOU EANT MORE??
