#ftm steve rogers | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

l1tw1ck · 11 months

Text

"Steve"

bottom!ftm Steve Rogers (x top!masc!perv reader)

AFAB Language Used

I started watching the marvel movies and I've had this intense need to fuck Steve so have this before i disappear again (im trying to finish a peter parker req but i forgot how to write sex ..) (i'll be back w at least bi-weekly updates soon........probably.......)

CW: Recording, Masturbation, Squirting, Nipple Play

Steve shuffles through the box of sex toys you bought him and chooses the least threatening one. You gave him the box and asked him to record himself using each one over the course of a few months. Since it was a request from you, he agreed to do it. He wasn't expecting you to be such a pervert but he likes making you happy and he feels weirdly aroused by it.

After setting up his phone, he spreads his legs and holds the vibrator in his hand. He’s not exactly sure how to use one but he’ll try to figure it out on his own. You always rub his clit when you touch him so maybe if he puts the vibrator there, it’ll feel good? He turns it on and gasps. It feels amazing. He raises the setting by one and rolls his head back, moaning softly. “Ah-” He has a dreamy look on his face. “[Name]...it feels- so good-” He breathes out. “I think I’m gonna come-” He tries to look at the camera as he gets closer to his peak. The look on his face is going to be embedded into your mind for years. “Yes- yes-” His legs shake as he squirts. He lets the vibrator go on for a few more seconds until he can't take it anymore and stops. He takes some time to catch his breath. “I- I hope you liked it..” He says before stopping the recording. He sends it to you and gets ready to take a shower.

For this recording, you requested for Steve to play with his nipples while riding a dildo.

He sinks down onto the plastic, face twisting in pleasure. He brings his hands to his nipples and pinches them. “Mmh-” He moans, twisting them as he slowly lifts himself up and down. The toy feels good, mostly because of the fake veins, but it's nothing compared to you. Your cock is so much bigger and thicker. “It's- it's not as good as you, [Name]..” He says, picking up the pace. “It's cold and…and it can't…” He trails off, distracted by touching his nipples. “Mmm…it can't give me…give me your cum..” He doesn't realize how his words will affect you. He's going to need lots of aftercare afterwards.

He pulls on his nipples and focuses more on them than the dildo, his bounces become slow and lazy since he feels more pleasure from his chest. “I’m close..” He mumbles, his breathing becoming more ragged as he reaches his peak. “It’d feel so much better if you were here..” He says before everything comes to a stop, relaxing his body after he comes.

“Maybe we can recreate this when I see you.” He smiles, stopping the recording.

#wicks🕯shorts #top male reader #male reader #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #sub steve rogers #bottom steve rogers #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel smut #dom male reader #ftm character #afab character #🕯️marvel #🕯️steve rogers

346 notes · View notes

ace-of-gay · 1 year

Text

Theyre all so perfect

Steve rogers x little reader

1,263 words

Warnings: age regression, paci, crayons, self doubt but fluff comfort aswell.

Little names like lovebug, little one, baby etc. The title daddy for steve as the caregiver.

Dont like it dont read it.

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned reader is able bodied enough to walk even just a little bit (i will work on making fics for readers who need mobility aids and such aswell, i understand yall cause i need em aswell)

Edited to the best of my ability

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

It had been a stressful week, you had fought your brain to stay up as late as possible waiting for Stevie to come home last night.

After making dinner cleaning yourself up and waiting so very patiently, when he finally came in the front door kicking his shoes off and tossing his keys onto the table he found you half awake on the couch.

You greeted him with a big drowsy smile, "hello my love" he calls crossing the room when your stomach grumbled, "well i guess that answers the question i was going to ask, lets go eat dinner and cuddle up for bed"

And so you did, saving the dishes for tomorrow you had fallen asleep quickly.

The night had gone quickly filled with cozy warm dreams wrapped up in Steve’s arms held close to his chest, eventually you were woken up by the small cast of sunlight making itself known through the stormy clouds and closed curtains, wrapping yourself up in one of the throw blankets you wander through the hall to find Stevie, your little headspace taking its place.

Walking into the kitchen to find him making breakfast, "good morning cuddle bug, were having French toast this morning" he mentions as you hug him, he turns to you picking you up and placing you sitting on the cold marble counter making you squeal as he goes back to cooking, "daddyyy its coold" you giggle out realy letting yourself slip into your headspace, "I’m sorry love bug i didn't realize" he chuckles as he puts the breakfast treat on two plates adding your favorite type of syrup on top and fruit on the side.

He decided that today could be a calm day, going easy on the routine he lets you sit at the coffee table and eat your French toast and fresh fruit while watching cartoons.

Once done he takes both of your plates and goes to finally do the dishes. You run off to go get changed for the day, picking out a soft pair of dungarees and a matching sweater, picking out a paci for the day, grabbing your stuffy, and your crayons you go off to the kitchen, dropping your crayons off at the table.

Unable to find your drawing book you go off to the kitchen "daddy can i have paper?"

You request as he’s finishing up.

"Of course love bug" he returns going and getting some blank printer paper from the office and bringing it to you at the table.

"Fank you daddy" you chirp behind your paci

Getting to work on your ideas.

It was great being in a house with another artist, there was always projects going on and you could always ask for their perspective and get feedback on where something needs extra attention, all the walls practically covered in canvas paintings and graphite pieces that took weeks if not months, but never your little drawings, those always got put in a binder and put in the office, a few on the fridge and some in your little room but nothing more than that.

The drawing you were trying so very hard to get right just wasn’t coming out and you’ve used both sides of each page you had trying to get it right but to no avail.

You were determined to make such a special piece for your daddy, one that would go on the wall.

A couple tears slip your eyes and hit the table buy you quickly wipe your eyes before anymore come falling, you get up going over to where your daddy sits on the couch reading to ask for more paper which he agrees to.

Once again seated at the table drawing in an absolute trance, you’ve gone through three more pages front and back, it just wouldn't come out right, crumpling it and moving on to a new piece, it had to be perfect.

You had no idea your face was scrunched in anger so when Stevie came over to see you and ask what was wrong you huffed, not in anger but frustration, covering your paper.

" 's not done yet, im tryin daddy" you mutter out glancing at him.

He’s never seen you so upset over a drawing but you wouldn't let him see until its done, "alrighty love, i wont look yet but i promise all your drawings are amazing so i know you’re doin a very good job"

Giving you a kiss on the forehead he goes off to read or draw in the next room to give you space.

This was the best one yet, it finally looked good enough, you even put in an attempt at shading and highlights but crayons aren’t the best at layering but you finally finished it, signing it and putting away your crayons, you go to show Stevie your drawing.

You walk into the room a little hesitant but very hopeful, he sees you and pipes up, "hey bug did you finish your drawing?" Nodding you give it to him and all he does is stare at it, face unchanging, your eyes begin to well "n-never min' i don like it anymore, i-im sorry" you go to take it back when he pulls it back, "baby this is the best drawing ive ever seen"

He takes your hand pulling you to his side.

"But you not gonna put it on- on the wall like the other drawins, yous always put em in a binder an hide em" you sniffle.

He frowns, setting the drawing down and pulling you into his lap, "lovebug im not hiding them, i love those ones so much im keeping them safe, in a place where i can look at them while working and remind myself that you made them for me while little, those ones like all your big headspace drawing are so very special"

Giving you a hug to help embed his words deeper into your mind, he helps you up, grabbing the drawing he leads you to the office where he keeps the binder.

He opens the binder flipping through all of your drawings he had put in clear paper-liners with sticky notes onto the clear plastic of each one describing the days they were all made.

He flips to an empty liner and puts the new one away, grabbing his wallet off the desk and handing it to you, "open it up and look in the cash pocket" you look at him confused but do what he said, pulling out a piece of paper folded into sixths, it had been folded and unfolded so many times that the paper was wearing thin on the creases, opening it up its one of your drawings.

Still confused you look at him tilting your head to the side.

"Its the first drawing you gave to me with you regressed, i keep it in my wallet because it makes me so proud of you, so happy, it makes me feel so special and trusted"

You lurch forward hugging him, he reciprocates your hug and emphasizes it with scattered kisses on your cheeks nose and forehead.

"Ill let you in on a secret of mine, all the drawings on our walls are photo copies, it would hurt me too much to frame the original and something happen to it, i have a separate binder for all your big you drawings in a safe at work" now that is special, its magical its so very comforting, he thinks you, both big and little are an amazing artist beyond what you thought of yourself, because you are.

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

Its the last day of October, i find the day of Halloween itself traumatizing from something that happend several several years ago do it affects my bpd quite strangely, hence no proper Halloween fic today although i thought this was cute to finally post as its been sitting in my drafts for about two weeks.

556 notes · View notes

stuckyfingers · 3 months

Text

Rockaway Beach

I tried a different artstyle!

#trans!steve rogers #Rockaway Beach #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #1940s stucky #art #1940s #trans #transgender #trans man #transmasc #ftm #ftm top

25 notes · View notes

frostfairysteve · 1 year

Text

hm. not enough transmasc steve getting his name from steve rogers/captain america.

especially works if he gets his name while reading comics with dustin.

#steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #my thoughts collection #i'm very pro steve realising and transitioning post-s1 #so why not post-s2. or at least not having a name before then #say what you will about the mcu but steve rogers is a good character (i haven't read the comics so sadly the mcu is all my knowledge rip)#except the mcu all my marvel knowledge comes from spideypool fics lmao

80 notes · View notes

ellieisaflower · 2 years

Text

My beautiful bug ´ˎ˗

Main Masterlist

୨୧ ┊Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Ftm!Little!reader

୨୧ ┊Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, sam

୨୧ ┊Genre: Fluff, Age regression (NOT KINK!!), oneshot

୨୧ ┊Summery: When at the store with daddy, reader sees a dress that he thinks looks so beautiful, but he doesn't want to be girly because he is afraid if what Steve would think. Steve catches on really quick that reader wants the dress so he buys it and they go home and play dress up.

୨୧ ┊Warnings: Steve calls reader Bug, use of baby talk (from reader)

୨୧ ┊Note: sorry, I missed so many things in the request. Also, someone help, I can't make a mood board

୨୧ ┊word count: 1235

No one's pov <333

Your big e/c eyes sparkled as you looked down at the princess pink dress. The sparkly ruffles started at the waist and ended at the bottom to the dress. The sleeves were off shoulder, with sparkly cuffs that would lay off the shoulder. The dress was stunning.

"Bug!?" Steve called out, worry evident in his voice. You broke out of your small trance from the pretty dress and looked up to where the voice was calling from. You hadn't realized just how long you had been staring at the pretty dress, you hadn't even realized that your daddy had wondered off without you.

"Daddy..? Where chu at?" You called out, mindlessly looking around for him. A gasp left your lips as two strong arms picked you up. "Ah, bug! Don't do that again! I thought someone took you! Are you alright?" He asked worryingly, checking all your uncovered skin for any marks or bruises to make sure you hadn't gotten hurt.

"m fine daddy! I was jus....uhm.." you quickly stopped yourself from talking any longer, taking a minute to think. Steve looked at you confused, concern still laced in his eyes as well. "What were you doing bug?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes trailed back to the pretty dress that was now being viewed by a woman with pretty long brown hair. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched her stair at the dress with loving eyes. "Bug?" Steve was fast to realize that you had tunned him out and your attention was now on something else.

when he followed your eyes, his face softened seeing you staring at the pretty dress. With you still in his arms, he walked over to the rack with the dress and stood near it for a minute, waiting for the woman to walk away before he grabbed one of the dresses, that was your size, and placed it in the cart.

"Do you want another one, bug? Or do you wanna go home now?" He asked, watching your face that was blank and full of confusion. "Daddy..?" You asked, now staring at the dress that he had placed in the cart. "Yes bug?"

"Am I really allowed to wear that?" Pointing to the dress, you averted your eyes to Steve. "Of course you can wear it! Why wouldn't you be able to?" Before you could answer he placed you into the cart, which had little in it since you had only started to shop around twenty minutes ago.

Steve quickly walked off, returning a few minutes later with a few pallets of makeup and a few more pretty dresses. Your eyes instantly brightened at the sight. "Woah!!"

"now let's get home, bug. We can play dress up when we get home, and maybe we can bug uncle Sam into playing with us."

When you both arrived at the Avengers tower, you were quick to grab the bags with your new things and run inside, nearly tripping on your way there. While standing in the elevator on the way up, Steve kept a close eye on you, watching closely with loving eyes as you stood impatiently with your bags in hand.

As soon as you were both inside your room you ran off to the bathroom to try on your new dress. Steve let out a loving giggle as he watched you.

He sat on the couch as he waited for you to come back. And when you walked into the room with a huge smile on your face and the pretty pink dress on, Steve instantly brightened up. "You look so pretty bug! Wow! My beautiful bug!" He stated as he stood up and walked over to you.

"Chu hav to put on your dwess now daddy!" You chanted and doged his kiss and pushed him towards the bathroom where a dress waited for him; this all took your daddy by surprise, but he giggled softly and began to put on the dress like you requested.

While he did that, you set up all the new makeup you had just gotten. Daddy had not gotten any makeup brushes, but you had some stashed in your room. Auntie Nat was always to the rescue and she never told your secrets, so you had asked her for makeup brushes and a pallet.

When you got back from your bedroom with the makeup brushes and a few other things, your daddy was sitting on the couch, with a sparkly blue dress on and he was holding your favorite stuffie.

"woahhh, chu wook soo pwetty Daddy!!" You said, staring at your daddy in awe. "You look even prettier bug!"

"Nah ah, chu do!" You argued. "Alright, alright, fine. But that doesn't mean that my bug isn't very pretty!" He playfully smirked and then looked down at the makeup you set out. "Are you gonna do your makeup or my makeup? Or do you want me to do your makeup?" He asked.

"I'm gonna do yur makeup!" With a giggle you sat down Infront of him and got started. "Wha color first?" You asked, holding one of the brushed above the makeup palettes until he says a color. "Red please"

With that, you dipped your brush into the bright red eyeshadow. "Close eyes please" he did as such and you began to brush the bright red onto his eyelids, carful to not get it everywhere because you wanted it to look amazing.

When you started to do the other eye, there was knock at the door, which made you jump slightly. All of the avengers knew you are a regressor, so you just continued, knowing it was one of them.

"Come in!" Steve yelled slightly, making sure to reach up and cover your ears to not scare you. The door opened and in walked Uncle sam. "Hey kiddo, what are yah doing?" He asked, walking over to the two of you. "Me and daddy are pwayin dress up! I'm doin his makeup so he'll look wike a pwetty princess!!" You stared proudly as you continued to put red on his eyelids.

"wow, your doing amazing. I bet your daddy's gonna love it" Sam said.

Uncle Sam and daddy had a conversation while you continued to do Steve's makeup. A couple times you asked him to pick a new color, you cleaned your brushed every switch and around 20 minutes later, you spring off the couch. "Done!!"

Steve had a big smile on his face when you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. "Wook daddy!"

"wow big, you did such a great job! I think you should do my makeup everyday" he said, examining his wonderfully done makeup in the mirror. You let out a small giggle before going back to clean up the small mess you had created in the living room.

When you walked into the living room you noticed that uncle sam was no longer there. You shrugged it off before beginning to pick up your stuff and put it into a pile then take a wet rag and wipe the table.

When your daddy finally came out of the bathroom, he noticed that you had cleaned up your mess which made him happy. "Thank you for cleaning up, bug!"

The rest of the day was filled with fun. You and your daddy played princesses, watched cartoons, and had a tea party with all your stuffies.

Tags´ˎ˗

#steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #daddy!steve rogers #little!reader #not kink #strictly sfw #daddy! steve rogers x little! reader #ftm reader #agere #marvel x little reader #little reader #marvel mcu #daddy steve #cg! steve rogers #caregiver steve rogers #cg! steve rogers x little! reader #steve rogers x ftm reader #steve rogers x male reader

237 notes · View notes

gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

Note

Hey! I really enjoy your work, especially “Party of one, two, three?”, and I was wondering if I could please request a part 2 to that if not thats fine! I just really liked it and am excited to see more of your work in the future! Thank you! And I apologize for how awkward I am this is my first time making a request 😅

Party of one, two, three?

Part 2

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I still know very little about the time period and how things worked for the lgbtq in Brooklyn around WW2. I’m basing what I know off of things I’ve read and videos I’ve watched.

Features period typical homophobia and transphobia and things like that.

Steve and Bucky know Y/N is trans btw.

This isn’t as good as part one, but I hope you like it anyways.

Steve and Y/N split ways when they came to the taller of the two’s apartment, which wasn’t saying much since they were both similar in height. Y/N waved his friend off using his cap, taking it off his head to flick it about like one would when one the train and you had half your body out the windows. Steve shot his friend a small smile and gave his own way before he kept walking.

Y/N watched his blonde friend for a short while, before crawling the long agonizing way up to his apartment. The burning in his ribs and chest having seemingly doubled on the walk home. The man cursed to himself as he stumbled, having to lean against the wall as his vision started swimming and his lungs protested quite violently. He coughed a few times before forcing himself to keep moving, deciding he would let himself collapse when he got inside.

And collapse he did. When he got inside his apartment, Y/N shucked off his hat, his coat, and was only out of one of his boots before he flopped onto the sorry excuse of a couch he owned, and let the darkness take him. He knew some of the people who were like him would give him a reaming for not removing the many layers of wrap around his chest, but Y/N never felt quite himself without it, it felt as if he was a fraud, the very thing his parents and school bullies picked on him for, when he was just “a confused girl”.

When Y/N finally came too once more, it was to the sound of banging on his front door. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus, and everything sounded like he was under water. Y/N felt sweaty and clammy in his clothes, and his ribcage protested if he took more than a small inhale. He heard voices outside his door, and if he was in any clearer state of mind, he would have realized it was his two dear friends, Steve and Bucky.

The lock could be heard as a key was put in and turned, and suddenly the door was open. Y/Ns sluggish mind reminded him that his friends both owned copies of his house key, just as Y/N owned theirs, just in case of emergencies. The man struggled to lift his head, and when he got it slightly upright it felt as if all blood rushed up and he collapsed back onto the couch again.

When Y/N opened his eyes again, it was to the blurry image of Bucky leaning over him, his mouth moving like he was talking. He felt hands patting his cheeks as if to wake him up, and soon Steve appeared, wiping Y/Ns sweaty face with a cold wet washcloth. Y/N wheezed softly as his vision cleared up enough that he could focus on their faces, guilt gnawing at his insides at the scared and worried expressions on the faces of the two men whom he loved more than he should.

There was some moving them, and Bucky had to pull Y/N into a sitting position, grabbing onto the shorter male’s shirt as he almost fell forward right off the couch. He could hear Steve and Bucky speaking above him, the words wrapping, tight, breathing passing through the haze that was still over him. Y/N shut his eyes, wanting to just lean against Bucky’s broad frame and go back to sleep.

Steve suddenly got off the couch, and Bucky moved Y/N around till the shorter man was sat between the brunettes’ thighs. Y/N gave a small groan at the sudden movement, and he grabbed at Bucky’s wrists clumsily as his friend started undoing the buttons of his shirt. If it was any other time, Y/N would be throwing his hat into the air and dancing, but as of now he wasn’t focused enough to truly realize what was happening.

The shirt had been unbuttoned and was halfway removed when Steve returned, in his hand a pair of larger fabric scissors. It had been a gift from Steve’s mother when Y/N was younger, so that he could cut and adjust any clothes he bought. Bucky pulled off the last of the faded button up and threw it to the floor.

It was first when he and Steve in a display of teamwork started rolling up the sweaty undershirt Y/N was wearing, when his dehydrated and whoozy mind seemed to catch up. He gave a jolt, trying to struggle against the two pairs of hands on him, not that it did much as he just gave a few twitches and leant to the side, where Bucky caught him and pulled him upright again, causing Y/N to fall back against the built chest of the brunette.

Tears gathered in his eyes as Y/N felt the undershirt be pulled over his head, the wrongness of his two friends seeing him feeling suffocating. Y/N wanted to throw up as Steve looked at the many layers of bandages wrapped tightly around his friend’s ribcage. It felt like he was being peeled open and dissected like some kind of lab creature, and a strangled sob escaped Y/Ns chest as Steve took the scissors and started cutting the layers that had been strangling the man since last night.

An ugly choked noise left Y/N as the bandages were removed and thrown off to the side, his still weak hands coming up to cover himself as he shut his eyes, not wanting to see the disgusted or horrified expressions of the two men’s faces.

Tears kept running down his face as Y/Ns thoughts spiralled, his lip wobbling as he tried to curl in on himself. A pair of hands cradled his face, causing him to open his eyes and meet the blue that were Steve’s eyes. There was no disgust, only worry. He spoke softly, as if trying to calm the crying man down, the scrawny man wiping away a tear with his thumb.

A flush rose to Y/Ns cheeks at the intimate touch, and he almost jolted right out of his skin as he felt lips press a kiss to his shoulder, a pair of larger workers hands rubbing at his hipbones. “S-steve, Buck… what… what are you doing?” Y/N whimpered, eyes still misty.

“We… talked yesterday. When we got home. We were gonna tell you this morning, but when you weren’t answering the door we got worried.” Steve confessed, eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment, a blush being very visible on the pale blondes’ face.

“Yeah sweetheart. When we saw you on the couch like that? I don’t think I’ve been that scared before.” Bucky murmured behind you, pressing another kiss against your naked shoulder. He almost sounded small as he said what he did, Bucky pressing his face into the side of your neck.

“We´re sorry we forced the binding off like that, but you were really out of it Y/N, you know how dangerous it is” Steve commented, voice going up a few octaves at the mention of the danger. Fresh tears sprung to Y/Ns eyes at the reminder, the man lowering his face and breaking the eye contact hed had with Steve.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I just” Y/N choked out, struggling to find words to really express how he was feeling. “You don’t have to tell us Y/N, just please… if it gets bad just tell us, okay?” was Bucky’s reply, his lips brushing against the skin of Y/Ns neck. His voice was shaky like he was struggling not to cry.

Steve leant forward and pressed a kiss to Y/Ns forehead. “Just try and catch your breath, okay? Cough if you need too, and when you feel better, we´ll talk about all of this” he muttered, tucking in close to Y/Ns front, his hands falling to wrap loosely around both Y/N and Bucky. Y/N rested his head against the small shoulder of Steve, taking in a deep breath and inwardly cringing at the flem like sound he could hear and feel from his chest.

Y/N shut his eyes again, but this time it was to focus on breathing, the man holding onto the connection between him and the two men whom he loved, using it to ground him. As soon as he could breath without issue, he had to ask about the kisses, and maybe this time he could allow himself to flush and even kiss them back instead of crying all over them.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #pre serum steve rogers #ftm reader #male reader #marvel #avengers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers x ftm reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x ftm reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x ftm reader #avengers imagine #avengers headcanon #avengers x ftm reader

194 notes · View notes

auroracalisto · 1 year

Note

Steve Rogers comforting a pre-t and pre-opt trans man please? I love your work:)

steve rogers x trans!reader, 324 words tw: notion towards anxiety, body dysmorphia, reader is trans (pre-t and pre-opt), reader is said to be wearing a binder, crying a/n: hi love! so just to be clear, i am not trans, nor am i a man. however, i have been in and around the lgbtq+ community for some time now, and i try my best to research and pay attention. i also know what it's like to desire a body that's different than the one you're in... and i attempted to emulate that within this. you're awesome and thank you for the compliment! keep on keepin' on ♡

Steve didn’t quite understand it. But he knew how it felt to be stuck in a body that wasn’t his own—he knew how it felt to want for more, to wish for something different. He knew what it was like to feel as if you were drowning in your own body, unable to break the surface for a gasp of fresh air.

And when he heard you crying in your room, he reacted immediately.

He came to you, hand gently pressing against your back. He felt the fabric of your binder clinging to your body through your shirt. Your body trembled against his touch and you couldn’t help but lunge forward, grabbing onto him.

“Steve…” you cried, bottom lip trembling.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

You couldn't help but envy him—how comfortable he was in his body, the fact that he was given his body after years of living in one that wasn’t ever quite right. You only wished it could happen to you.

He didn't ask what was wrong, and you were grateful for that. You weren't sure if you'd be able to even tell him if you managed to find the words to describe how you felt.

Your body was too much, your mind far too indictive.

The very air you breathed seemed to burn on the way down, attacking every muscle as it traveled to your lungs. A cruel reminder that you were oh-so-very alive in this dishonest body of yours.

Steve gently pushed your hair back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, words soft and barely above a whisper.

You shook your head.

"Do you want to stay like this?"

As soon as you nodded, he gained a faint smile.

"We'll stay like this for as long as you need to," he said.

You sniffled softly, resting your head against his chest.

"Thank you, Steve."

#trans!reader #ftm!reader #reader #reader insert #x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x trans!reader #steve rogers #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x trans!reader #steve rogers x t!reader #captain america x t!reader #marvel #marvel x reader #avengers #the avengers #requested #request

86 notes · View notes

peteypiessuperfamily · 9 months

Text

Transition goal? I don’t have a-

Pre serum Steve.

#steve rogers #steve rogers appreciation #captain america #pre serum steve #trans #transgender #trans pride #transmasc #ftm trans #ftm

16 notes · View notes

i-d-k-gollllddddeeebn · 2 years

Text

Ill write comfort letter/emails from marvel characters for free!

sorry i don’t do all marvel characters.

lgbt+, neurodivergent, mental illness, poc, etc. welcome too!

I won’t write anything, thank you

Responses may be slow due to mental heath & work & stuff, but here’s the doc:

#marvel #mcu #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #comfort character #email #tony stark #peter parker #mcu spiderman #steve rogers #stephen strange #dr strange #lgbtqiia+#lgbtq #pride #trans pride #ftm #mtf

3 notes · View notes

b00inazkaban · 1 year

Text

MASTERLIST #2

Navigation!

Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

꧁〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎꧂

I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

481 notes · View notes

havensins · 10 months

Note

Hey pookie, I was in my evil lab and I started to wonder

Have you ever done ftm! Steve Rogers ?? If you haven't I'd think that'll be awesome prompt for you to follow 😙😙

- sincerely ✴️ anon

i don’t think i have and it’s honestly a crime that i haven’t tbh.

ftm steve is a fuckin gift!! his pussy is so pretty 💔 by the time you give him any attention and tell him to spread his legs, his puffy lips are absolutely soaked and he’s leaking so much. he’s so sensitive too, just running your fingers along his clit would make his hips jolt. and then when you finally press in a finger or two, he’s clamping around them as if he wants to keep himself full forever </3 your fingers aren’t even that fulfilling compared to your cock, pretty boy just wants to be full of something.

#answered #dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x reader #steve rogers x male reader #sub!steve #sub!steve rogers #sub steve #sub steve rogers #✴️ anon

349 notes · View notes

ace-of-gay · 1 year

Text

Comfor buddy

Steve x reader (kinda)

Hurt and comfort kinda but its not emotions hurt, reader gets physically hurt in battle reader has a comfort item they take everywhere

1733 words

Warnings: no pronouns, physical pain, stuffed animal comfort item

No weight, shape, gender, age or skin types mentioned

Barely edited

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

Any length of time in separation from them felt like misery, you’ve had them since you were just a tiny kiddo, the significance wasn’t anything big, they weren’t some expensive friend that was ‘in’ now, no they were a last minute gift from the stuffy aisle at toys R us, no more than ten dollars but the moment they were handed to you it was gonna be forever and than some.

In middle school you learned that if you kept them in your bag they could go anywhere with you, that’s led to you always keeping a small backpack with you and your buddy inside, even as an avenger you buddy went everywhere with you.

On breaks from training or doing work around the tower you’d tuck yourself away from everyone else and pull your buddy out of your bag clutching them close to your chest, eyes shut tight, letting your mind slip back to the adventures of your childhood, all the places you’d go, there was no one better in the world than your best friend, a comfort stuffy.

Always alert enough to know if anyone was coming, you didn’t want anyone to see you with a children’s toy.

Footsteps approaching quickly you put you friend back in your bag, right as the person rounds the corner chuckling at the sight of you basically hugging a backpack, “why do you always carry that bag everywhere? You never set it down”

It was rhetorical, you knew such because they didn’t even try to make their distaste for you and your bag and whatever the contents may be, a secret, their statement making its way deeper and deeper every time its mentioned.

You don’t set your bag down when you’re out of your room, it either stays on your back or in your lap when seated, if on a mission your bag goes in a small locker-like cubby, you genuinely don’t go anywhere without it.

Today is no different, suited up sitting in your designated spot with your little bag in your lap waiting to touch down and do what’s needed, cap gives the signal that you’ll be landing soon so you go off to the cubby opening its door before securing you friend in place.

Seating yourself back in your spot buckling up in case of turbulence, taking one last deep breath and cap is shouting back the instructions and you’re down, the hatch opening.

Everyone unbuckling and exiting, you’re not scared, here on the battle ground where ever it may be, you are far from worried, you have an unbeatable team, everyone going about their part of the work but everything mix together in a flow of a truly cohesive team.

Comms full of chatter ranging from snarky remarks of the opponents to watching each others back.

Wanda holding back the majority while you, Nat, and Clint fight off the few that manage to slip through, hulk breaking open the bases wall by crashing through.

Cap was chosen to be the one who goes in to get the information.

You’re in hand to hand combat when tony who was doing radar and thermal imaging calls to cap over comms saying he needs to hurry, and that there’s a missile coming.

Cap finally comes out of the base instructing everyone over comms to hurry to the quinjet, the base was about to be demolished.

You all scatter, the opponents aren’t going to matter anyways, getting tackled by one you fight back, ending with a rib shattering kick in the side.

You turn around to continue running as a ground trembling crash rings through, shrapnel flying all around, all you can hear is Clint’s voice calling your name but you had no time to process what he said, when a dinner plate sized chunk of metal comes colliding with your back sending you tumbling.

Like mentioned before you weren’t worried because what your job expected was to come to terms with any and all possibilities, but in the end you’re doing what’s right.

Of course it hurt, it hurts like hell but you’re not dead, you’re just kind of stuck, your body roughed up, you’re not a wall, newton’s first law definitely takes place on a human, so while being a ricochet, you happened to be the one to bounce.

A thunk when your head hits the ground and ringing in your ears instead of shouting or crashing, your vision has these weird colored halos and seems kinda spinny.

Too abnormal and sickening to keep your eyes open.

Hardly aware of your surroundings you can’t tell if your arms are hurt or if you’re moving them.

The most you feel are arms underneath of you and muddled cawing, whoever it may be they have no idea just how shocked your body is.

You’re still not worried, this is your job, its to be expected, scared? Yes absolutely but worried or nervous? No, you’re in good hands hopefully.

You can feel the temperature shift and you’re being set down, a breathing mask put on your face, you have some sense of where you are but not what’s happening, other than the signature jostle of the quinjet taking off.

The cawing voices not yet distinguished enough to hear what’s being said through the ringing but you can tell who’s talking.

Tony and Bruce.

Everything feels exhausting, your mind and body know you’ve sustained such enough damage that you need rest to heal properly.

Its not a dissipating unconsciousness, its cold when it first hits but its warm and encapsulating, no pain, no ringing or head spinning, no more undistinguished crowing voices just a little bit of rest.

Tony watched as your winced features fell flat, your heart constantly stable didn’t matter, your muscles no longer clenched, it terrified him, you weren’t just an avenger, not just on a team, you’re part of a found family.

“Hurry it up cap” he shouts through aircraft.

After what feels like an eternity the jet lands and you’re being rushed to the med bay, being hooked up to several machines.

Even still after a day and a half you stayed unconscious or maybe asleep.

It took three long days for your mind and body to mend the loose fragments of awareness, you finally got the chance to open your eyes for just a moment before you processed the harsh lighting and deciding to keep your eyes shut.

The rhythmic beeping of your heartbeat on the monitor picking up a little bit.

Footsteps approach followed by Bruce “its good to have you back, you gave us quite the scare but im glad you’re okay with mostly superficial injuries, a few cracked ribs and a concussion are all that’s beyond that”

You can feel the lights being dimmed and now you could open your eyes comfortably.

You were required to stay in the med bay for one more day so they could keep an eye on you and run some testing to make sure you’re healing.

Once released you were finally able to go back to your room.

Of course someone had to walk with you there just to make sure you don’t get hurt from all the strain to your body, Steve being the one who volunteered to do so, his room four doors away making it perfect for checking on you from time to time.

You were glad it was Steve, helping stabilize you when you’d stumble he opens the door to your room, “I don’t know if you want to shower or just lay down but after an injury from a battle its best to wash up so you can feel a little more yourself” nodding you make your way to the bathroom after grabbing comfortable clean relaxing clothes and a towel.

“I’m gonna hang out here and watch something on your television, so if you need anything just yell and ill be there”

Taking the time in a warm shower to decompress, clear your sinuses from the steam and the heat helping painful areas, all you want to do is cuddle up with your comfort buddy and either watch a movie with Steve or just sleep, you’re absolutely tuckered out.

Exiting the bathroom in fresh comfy clothes you finally get the chance to cherish your bed again.

The moment you lay down and reach over to the spot you keep your buddy it dawns on you, your bag is still in the quinjet, in that moment you feel your heart rate pick up, as well as Steve hearing it thrumming in your chest it worries him when he sees your gaze of panic.

“Hey hey what’s wrong, what can I do to help?”

Your hands trembling, your mind wandering to if your bag was still even there, “my bag is still on the quinjet, it has something very important.”

His mind jumps all over the place, whatever it is its important and you need it.

He gets up in a flash “ill be back in just a few minutes” and off he goes to where the quinjet stays, he chooses to take the stairs because waiting for the elevator was taking too long, “Jarvis open up the quinjet for me please “ she calls while jogging down the hall and out the door, up the ramp and here he is in front of the lockers.

Crashing each one open until your little bag catches his eyes, grabbing it but it catches on the door popping the snaps open when it hits the ground.

He watched as a well loved buddy tumblers out, his heart swells, you were so very worried about your little buddy, it was cute. Picking up the bag he puts your friend back inside so you wouldn’t be embarrassed.

Once back into your room he finds you cuddled watching your favorite movie, sniffling, he takes your buddy out of the bag, crossing the room he settles next to you, putting your buddy into your reach, it melts his heart when you clutch them to your chest soon dozing off, now comfortable.

It clicked to him, no wonder you don’t leave your room after work and dinner, in that moment you scoot closer to him feeding from his warmth he smiles.

He lives you, like a friend or maybe more but he knows you at least like him back, enough to trust him with your buddy.

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

Got inspired to write this cause on a bad day my comfort stuffy was in my spot on my bed, and it made me feel better cuddling with him

Edited because i forgot to add the read more part and felt terrible accidentally making a mobile word wall

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x reader imagine #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x ftm reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x m! reader #steve rogers x mtf reader #steve rogers comfort #fluffy #steve rogers reader insert #steve rogers x reader fluff

172 notes · View notes

prismuffin · 11 months

Text

Masterlist 2:

Full Fanfic Masterlist

Marvel:

How Peter Parker and Steve Rogers react to their crush asking to play with their hair

Hobie Brown helping trans!male!Reader with dysphoria Hobie Brown reminding ftm!Reader not to overbind Hobie Brown turning into a cat and causing chaos in the SpiderSociety

How Miles Morales acts on a rooftop date with another hero Miles Morales reacting to grieving reader Miles Morales being caught wearing his guy crushes hoodie Miles Morales reacting to his crush suddenly asking him out in the middle of a normal conversation Miles Morales with a younger!sister!reader

Platonic!Miguel O'Hara comforting transmale reader after a breakdown Miguel O'Hara reacting to reader coming out as trans (ftm)

Miles Morales and Hobie Brown (separate) reacting to male!Reader with brain issues Miles Morales and Hobie Brown (separate) reacting to male!Reader getting a good grade on an exam

Pavitr Prabhakar and german!male!Reader bonding by learning about each other's cultures

SpiderTeens reacting to gn reader adopting them all

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Nothing yet!

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

Nothing yet!

Mission: Impossible:

Nothing yet!

FarCry 5:

Nothing yet!

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor helping male!trans!reader with testosterone shots Connor helping gn!Reader calm down from a panic attack Connor with a s/o who's a maladaptive daydreamer Connor with an insomniac s/o Connor with a s/o who's a wild/active sleeper

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Nothing yet!

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Nothing yet!

COD: Modern Warfare2:

John Price dealing with being a sleep talker

Konig reacting to short!male!Reader climbing him like a tree to see something Konig reacting to short!male!Reader being on his shoulders^^Part 2

Ghost, Konig, and Price (separate) reacting to male!Reader with dermatillomania Ghost and Konig (separate) reacting to having to cuddle up to male!Reader for warmth Ghost and Konig waking up to cuddling male!Reader ^^Part 2 Ghost and Konig (separate) having M!Reader be their gay awakening

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Nothing yet!

Dc Universe:

Batfam being jealous of the readers pet/animal Batboys reacting to Tim Drake's "bad-boy" boyfriend Taking care of Batboys (seperately) after they got their wisdom teeth removed Batboys reacting to boyfriend!Reader smacking their ass and running away Batboys + Conner & Wally being caught wearing masc!Readers hoodie Batfam reacting to Tim Drakes boyfriend who is the Jokers son ^^Batfam reacting to Tim Drakes boyfriend who is the Jokers son pt2^^ Batboys reacting to getting hard during training with M!Reader Anthro!Batboys having their ears and tail expose their romantic feelings for male!reader Batfam reacting to Tim Drake making a contract with a demon!male!reader

Sugar Daddy!Bruce Wayne accidentally falling for male!sugar-baby!reader Bruce Wayne with an energetic anti-hero husband

Conner Kent accidentally using X-ray vision on trans!male reader

Male!Justice League members reacting to rogue!reader moving out of Gotham and into their city

Jason Todd reacting to male reader falling asleep on him Jason Todd reacting to a gn reader who can't swim Injured!Jason Todd waking up to Reader in his hospital room

Damian Wayne with a child!brother!Reader Damian Wayne being caught wearing his guy crushes hoodie

Dick Grayson reacting to a very cuddly male reader Dick Grayson waking up his cuddly guy crush Dick Grayson reacting to a sad!male!Reader needing cuddles

Hal Jordan's (Green Lantern) reaction to reader having a lot of lantern rings Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x recovering!male!Readers Hal Jordan reacting to being bitten by masc!alien!Reader

John Constantine reacting to a food-pusher Reader John Constantine with a werewolf s/o (gn reader) Hungover!John Constantine waking up in a caring Readers bed John Constantine reacting to a male!Reader that reminds him of his younger self ^part 2. John Constantine reacting to similar!male!Reader reading his soul John Constantine being bullied by a cat in a pub John Constantine reacting to a Reader that smokes John Constantine having a demon!Reader be attached to him John Constantine reacting to reader being turned into a baby John Constantine reacting to male!Rader lighting his cigarette with John's

Kid Flash (Wally West) reacting to accidentally courting alien!reader Kid Flash (Wally West) with a night owl boyfriend Kid Flash (Wally West) accidentally petting one of winged!male!Readers arousal zones Kid Flash (Wally West) and winged!male!Reader finally getting together Kid Flash (Wally West) cudding male!naga!Reader Kid Flash (Wally West) with a partner who's part of the BatFamily

Tim Drake reacting to guy crush reader accidentally cuddling him Tim Drake reacting to Rogue!Reader flustering him Tim Drake with a caring and patient boyfriend Tim Drake with a boyfriend who's very physically affectionate

How Superman, Batman, Hal Jordan, The Flash, and John Constantine react to someone handing them the unconscious reader out of the blue How Batman and Superman reacting to their long-term partner being their worst enemy

How Wally West, John Constantine, Hal Jordan, Dick Grayson, and Conner Kent react to falling asleep on their crush (male reader) How Wally West, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and Conner Kent taking care of their drunk guy crush How Dick Grayson, Wally West, Tim Drake and Conner Kent react to playing seven minutes in heaven with their guy crush How Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and John Constantine react to their crush asking to play with their hair How Tim Drake and Damian Wayne react to their crush randomly asking them out in the middle of a conversation (seperate)

How Justice League boys react to empathic color!alien reader turning pink around them How Justice League boys react to male!Reader being turned into a cat How the Young Justice League reacts to a male!Reader with an Eating Disorder

—

Back to directory;

298 notes · View notes

lavenderpanic · 3 months

Text

ftm steve rogers is so personal and so real to me

#also pre serum top steve #i mean even after the serum he's a top but that little fella was topping the fuck out of james buchanan barnes for yearsss #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky

51 notes · View notes

gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

Text

Party of one, two, three?

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I wrote this months ago, long before i made this blog and i accidentally found it when going through my things. I still enjoy the concept so i wanted to post it here. Tell me what you guys think, maybe ill write more for it, if its something you all want.

I know very little about the time period around WW2 in Brooklyn USA. So, this is just based off what I’ve read in fics and heard in videos about the time. This includes the treatment of the poorer people and the Irish. In my hc Steve is Irish and the Barnes family are Jewish and second-generation Romani, I don’t know much about Romani people in general. It’s not really mentioned a lot but it’s still a hc of mine.

Tw: Unsafe binding, Dysphoria

In his bathroom stood Y/N. He stared intently at himself, eyes glaring at the body he saw. His ribs and chest were faintly discoloured and ached from the pressure of the many layers he wrapped around it on an everyday basis. There were times he would even sleep with the tight layers, when he couldn’t bear to look down and see a body that didn’t fit.

Y/N felt his eyes heat and dampen as his lip wobbled when he couldn’t will his body to change on the spot. He hated his body, how it didn’t look right, how it didn’t feel right. It just wasn’t right, and because of this body so many people would call him a ‘she’ or a ‘her’, even when he told them that wasn’t right. He had demanded people call him a man when he was still small, but his parents had been horrified and made him never say that again. Now his parents weren’t around to demand he be a lady anymore.

Y/N snorted to himself as he picked up the wide bandages, starting to wind them tightly around his chest in multiple layers. A small huff pulled itself from his chest at the tightening feeling, taking smaller breaths as he couldn’t take deep ones anymore. The older people who were like him always told him not to bind to tightly, and to take breaks at least one day a week. Of course, Y/N didn’t listen and did it every day. He had to work every day or go into public, so of course he had to make his chest flat.

It was Saturday, and his friends finally had a day off from work. Steve and Bucky had apparently set up a triple date for them, or rather Bucky had set up the date for all of them. So, Y/N expected it would end up Steve and himself walking together as Bucky had three girls hanging off his arms like always. Y/N normally didn’t mind of course, as he liked spending time with Steve. But quelling the jealous fire the burned in his stomach whenever Bucky would hold the random lady close and whisper in her ear, could be a struggle. Y/N knew Steve felt the same way, and Steve knew Y/N felt this way too, but neither spoke about it because that’s not something you could talk about.

Tightening the bandages one last time, Y/N stepped back from the mirror and out of the tiny bathroom and into his small bedroom. On his bed laid his clothes, which he made quick work of putting on. A white undershirt, a faded pale button up and baggy pants in dark grey. Pulling on the scratchy clothes, Y/N sat down on his bed and pulled on his socks and shoes, which were dark boots he had been given by one of the older people like him. Apparently, it made them feel bigger and stronger than they looked.

With a sigh Y/N shoved himself to his feet with a grunt, grabbing his keys and wallet off his dresser and shoving them in his pockets. He walked to his front door, grabbing the dark grey newsboy cap from the hook and pulling it on. Bucky once said it made him look handsome, back when they were still young, so Y/N had worn it almost every day since. Not that he would ever tell anybody that.

Locking the door behind him, Y/N made his way down the stairs of the apartment building he lived in. When he got outside, he looked at his watch to make sure he was on time and made his way towards the place he was meeting his ‘date’. It was a dancing hall, with a large area to dance for the couples, an area to sit where of course you could buy drinks, and a stage with a live band most nights. At least that’s what Bucky said when he tried to convince his two friends to go.

When Y/N reached the location, he was supposed to go, he saw his two friends and the three women. They were pretty, as always, but Y/N didn’t feel the kind of attraction to them that other men seemed to have. Steve looked uncomfortable as he made small talk with whom Y/N assumed was his date. The thump of Y/Ns heavy boots seemed to catch his friend’s attention and Bucky looked up, a grin lighting up on his face as his eyes fell on the shape of his second friend.

Y/N gave a small smirk in greeting, giving a two fingered salute as he walked over. The one girl who wasn’t with either of his friends smiled sweetly at him, which he returned. Bucky made quick work of introducing the women to him. Betty, who was Bucky’s date, Mary, who was Steve’s date, and Helen, who would be his date. Y/N made sure to shake all their hands, and complimented Helen on her dress, which was a pretty blue colour.

They hadn’t been able to start up much of a conversation before Bucky pulled their group inside of the dance hall. Now, Y/N couldn’t dance for the life of him, neither could Steve if he was being honest. The only one with their feet screwed on right was Bucky, he had already swooped his date away to start swinging and twirling her around the dance floor.

The evening went on at a snail’s pace if you asked Y/N, and his chest had started to ache as his date and himself kept up dancing. At times he had to excuse himself to cough and wheeze in the restroom which made him lightheaded, the edges of his vision painting black for few moments at a time. Y/N splashed water in his face and shook his head to clear it, he wouldn’t let that get in the way, Bucky seemed to be having such a good time, and Helen seemed to even enjoy his company.

When he excited the bathroom, his eyes searched for his date. When he found her, he chuckled to himself, as he saw not only Betty, but Mary and Helen were dancing with Bucky. Seemed like he had swooped in again to knock their dates off their feet. Y/N shook his head slightly with a huff, turning to look for his blonde friend, whom he found sitting at one of the tables furthest away from the dancing floor.

Y/N coughed into his sleeve, his vision blurring for a short while and his face feeling warm. Damn he hated this, his chest ached, and his throat hurt but he didn’t let it show, he couldn’t. Shaking his head Y/N made his way over to the table where Steve was sitting, looking less excited than average. But that was expected, seeing as Steve never really enjoyed these triple dates.

Giving a whistle to catch Steve’s attention, Y/N sat himself down at the table where his blonde friend was placed. Y/N grinned at his friend in a half joking manner, snickering out loud as Steve rolled his eyes in a slightly annoyed manner. They both knew they didn’t really want to be here, but only did it to make Bucky happy. Steve took a gulp of the drink Y/N had just noticed he was drinking.

The smaller of the two held the drink out to Y/N, who took it and threw back a huge gulp. He started coughing as the liquid passed down his throat, burning on the way down. Y/N covered his face with his arm, coughing roughly at not just the drink but the pain that was blooming in his chest again. Steve laughed, assuming his friend had drunk more than he had wanted too.

As the coughing finally stopped, Y/N started laughing along having always been influenced by his friend’s mood. He gave a huff as he placed the now almost empty drink on the table, shaking his head as they both finally calmed down from their snickering fit. They both glanced around them, just to make sure no one was staring at them weirdly for being two men snickering like schoolchildren. When they saw no one, they turned to look at one another again.

“Why am I not surprised you´re over here sulking, Rogers?” Y/N stated, placing his elbow on the table, and leaning into his hand as he sent a jokingly judgemental look at his friend. Steve scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he sent a just as judgemental look at Y/N. “You´re one to talk, from what I see you ran away from that poor girl the first chance you got”. The two stared intently at one another, before breaking into chuckles again.

“But to be honest, I don’t think she was ever really interested in me. I’m guessing she thought Bucky’s friend would look like him, and not be some short scrawny punk like me.” Steve sighed, his expression crumbling a bit as he leant backwards in his seat. This was how it always went when they were on triple dates. Steve and Y/N´s dates always seemed disappointed when they showed up, Steve more than Y/N, and would end up on Bucky’s arms late that night.

This of course meant Y/N got to spend more time with Steve, which made him happy. He wished Bucky would be there too, but it would also be suspicious if a group of three men sat as close and gossiped as they tended to do at times. If all three came in with a girl, and those girls just happened to gravitate towards Bucky, what could the other two do.

Y/N made a face as his friend put himself down, which sadly wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Leaning forward, he reached over and placed a hand on Steve´s shoulder. “Oi, don’t put yourself down like that. If those girls don’t want you, they aren’t good enough for you. They don’t know what they’re missing out on” he said, voice sure and unwavering.

Steve stared at Y/N a faint colouring rising to his cheeks, his mouth opened and closed a few times like he didn’t know how to form words, like he was speechless. Seeming to realise his Y/N ripped his hand away from Steve´s shoulder, shoving them into his pockets as he felt his own face heat up in embarrassment. He glanced off to the side, catching Bucky twirling one of the girls around, whilst the other two seemed to be giggling together.

“I´m uh… I´m gonna go outside, its late so I should probably be going home anyways” Y/N muttered, just barely audible to Steve, as he pushed his chair back and got to his feet, shoving both his hands deep into his pockets. Steve pushed himself up too with a quickness, stumbling over some words about him going too so they should go together. Y/N tried to suppress the warmth that spread in his chest, as he nodded his head and seemingly curling in on himself as the two went outside.

Normally they´d tell Bucky they were leaving, but they caught his eye before they went outside, the tallest of the group grinning at them with that cocky grin of his, that always made Y/N weak in the knees. Together Steve and Y/N walked in the direction of their houses, which just so happened to be in the same direction, so they could go together instead of having to split up.

They stayed silent for a good while, seemingly both not knowing what to say or not daring to say anything. Y/N opened his mouth, but closed it quickly again, beating himself over the head for even thinking about saying anything. He couldn’t dare say what he wanted to say, to let the warm bubbling feeling in his chest form into words and burst forth. He didn’t want to somehow lose the only friendship he had, as he bit his tongue and buried his face in the collar of his shirt.

244 notes · View notes