#trans!ghost

trans!teen!simon who’s had literally no support in his life- from teachers ignoring or bullying him, his mother lwk just.. not interacting. Like ever. And hid friends calling him a girl when he’s not around. Man’s just got nothing.

so, after being kicked out, he runs in the forest surround his town, right? He runs Deep into the forest… and then he hears whistling. At first, he thinks his dad chased him and he’s gonna die. Then he realizes his dad is too lazy, but is still scared he’s gonna die.

He sees a blob of white- pure white, at least 5’10, in the distance.

It’s head whips over and spots him…. Freaky pure white face with two big sockets where eyes should be, but are instead just.. big, grey holes.

then, suddenly, it’s right in front of him. He can see it clearly now- how bottomless those holes really are… and that it has massive white wings curled up behind it. Pure white hair falling onto it’s face, and a large, unnatural curve near the bottom of it’s face… mouth…?

He screams. He fucking screams. And that’s when everything.. shifts. Reader flinches back, their skin sucking into itself until they look like… a regular human. Wearing a casual dressy outfit, and no longer having two big holes for eyes.. just normal, human eyes.

You know how you had certain expectations for yourself when you first started transitioning? Yeah. Ghost's pretty much yanked those from your grip and put them on a shelf even higher to reach. He assures you often how much of a real man you are, how the two of you aren't like those other pussies pretending to be tough, but he's rough with you, rougher than he would be with others, because you're "a man and should be able to take it". He has pressured you several times already to volunteer for service, and you're starting to think it's not such a bad idea after all. Not when it means he would always be there to give you your t-shot and spank your ass afterwards, or fuck you into the nearest piece of furniture while going on about how hairy you're getting and how the scars at your chest are proof you've earned it; earned being treated exactly like this. Doesn't care if it hurts.

It's not like much would change, especially if he becomes your Lieutenant. He already makes you run drills when he's feeling particularly mean and makes you do pushups with his hand around your t-dick, telling you it's good for you to learn how to fuck like real men do, and to hold back your orgasms until he says so, because real men like the two of you have self-restraint and self-discipline, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and yelling at you to get the fuck up if you tap out before he's gotten his fill of watching his gym bro hit whatever quota he'd set for the day. You wouldn't disobey your Lieutenant, fuck no, because the break you're getting is choking between his muscular thighs, sucking him with your nose pressed against sweaty skin and grinding against his combat boot for relief. Don't stop just because you've already come - you've learned the hard way after he slapped you for that, didn't stop until you got right back to it.