#ftm steve rogers

[digital-nocturne]

You should do mft bucky and ftm steve fluff!!!

I know it says fluff but I had to use what little free time I had to its fullest, so have t4t stucky caught in the act…

It was fun experimenting with coloring as well—even if it looks exactly the same.

[dino-the-raptor]

ftm spiderson and ftm capdad WHOS WITH ME

[turtle-steverogers]

hi mikey!! i was wondering what ur thoughts are on prewar stevebucky with trans steve?? everything u say is completely poggers btw :)

hello anon!! thank you very much!

and OH BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS

so being a trans guy myself, trans!steve is a very very dear concept to me... like the serum could be a parallel to testosterone... vaguely!

ANYWAY!!

i imagine it’s a point of deep shame for stevie. at first he thinks that he just wishes his body were stronger in general... not so skinny and sickly looking. but he realizes that whenever he thinks of a stronger version of himself... or even a happy version of himself, he’s male. that terrifies him and he doesnt really have a word for that thought process, so he vehemently shoves away where it can’t scare him more. maybe he’s just jealous of bucky, he thinks. yeah. that has to be it— bucky with his strong, healthy body and his easy demeanor and his popularity. bucky and his nice family and dad who isnt mean and drunk all the time. he’s jealous of a lot of things when it comes to bucky... maybe this is just another one of those things. he was 8 then.

bucky always called him a tomboy. once he even said that if he cut his hair, he could be just like a boy, in his hand me down trousers and shirts that he only wears when his father isn’t around the house. steve had told him to shut up, and bucky had, but it had stuck with him for days afterwards. was he just like a boy? only with long hair?

standing in front of the mirror, at 12 years old, steve holds his hair up out of his face. tucks it into a hat and thinks, yeah. that looks right. the thought makes him cry

of course... years later, when he turns 16 the thoughts still remain and hes self aware enough now to know it’s not jealousy.

there are clubs and bars for queer folk. he knows about them now, and he knows that what he’s feeling has a name. “tranvestites” are what folks like him are called, and maybe he’s crazy, but there are other crazy people like him, so maybe he could find that safe haven. maybe. he prays he can

bucky kisses him when they’re 18. it’s a lock sliding into place, a puzzle piece steve hadn’t known he’d been missing. he kisses back and that night, bucky takes him apart in bed, worshipping his body as if it were something good. under his touch, steve thinks maybe it is. maybe it can be good. if only for a few soft moments.

19 years old, grieving and broken from his ma’s death, steve cuts his hair. he’s tired. he’s so tired of losing people. losing a fight hes not sure he can win, and he’ll be damned if he’s going to lose himself too. bucky catches him in the act, and theres a suspended period of a few days where confusion and fear run rampant between them. they barely speak, but bucky can hear steve up crying in the night.

on the third day, bucky tells steve that he’s a queer. bisexual, if they’re getting into semantics. it’s a door— an opening. bucky has figured it out and he’s letting steve know it’s okay for him to let him in. let him know. and through relieved tears, steve tells him. it’s choked and messy— he feels off kilter and ugly with his knock up haircut job— but bucky pulls him close and bucky kisses him soundly and steve learns to breathe again.

bucky cuts his hair for real that night, and when he looks in the shitty cracked mirror, eyes welling with tears, he finally recognizes himself. bucky must see something in his eyes— a relief. something clicking into place. because he leans down and kisses his temple.

“there’s my sunshine boy,” he whispers. and it feels so fucking good. “what do i call you, darling?”

and oh yeah, steve hasn’t always been steve. with his body curling into the magnetic pull that is bucky barnes, he whispers back, “steve.”

“steve,” bucky smiles. “my stevie”

anyway yeah i wrote this on mobile cuz i got excited maybe i’ll write a fic one day we’ll see. but yeah!!! thanks anon, i love trans steve and i love any opportunity to talk about him

[nonbinaryvulcan]

Mcu-Hey, can I get a transmasc!Steve Rogers moodboard and a transmasc!Pietro Maximoff (aou) moodboard? Thanks.

Omg of course, anon! 💜

Tbh I like these headcanons a lot :)

[ulfelska]

Ftm Steve Rogers aus give me life, i fucking love it. I thought I loved the mtf stories before but holy shit. Now that I'm trans it's completely flipped. <3 story links are always appreciated too.

[hey-kids-want-some-avengers]

To Build a Home. (Part 1)

A/N: alright! Here’s part one of my Trans!Steve verse. Lots of sickening fluff for my supersolider boys. Angst and such later, because it’s me. let me know whatcha think! _____________________________________

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Mild talk of Transphobia, transitioning, ftm character, talk of top surgery, mild body dysphoria (nothing bad I promise), chest binders, trans!Steve, needles, protective!Bucky

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In all fairness, and if Bucky’s being honest with himself, it’s not that he particularly dislikes Sam. He doesn’t really have an opinion on the guy other than he’s good looking, kind of obnoxious, and apparently, a good friend of Steve’s. He came over for coffee and a movie the other day after Steve got of work. According to Steve, they worked together at the theater and Sam was funny and sweet, and he really wanted Bucky to meet him. If it wasn’t for the fact Bucky loved his stupid, blonde boyfriend to death, he probably would’ve argued.

What Bucky’s problem with Sam actually is, is he doesn’t trust him. He’s overly protective of Steve, he’s aware, and they’ve been going out for a year and a half by now. Since they moved, neither of them really have actual friends.

Bucky? He’s fine with that. It lets in less chances of someone hurting Steve. Which, okay, he’s always worried about to some degree, but that’s because Steve is shy, and always way too nice to everyone, he’s tiny–though the muscles on his arms and calves are definitely starting to become more pronounced–to both their delight. Bottom line, Steve is a sweetheart, and he’s spent almost four years dealing with judgment and harassment. At least until he met Bucky, because there was no way in hell he would let that slide. So, eventually, they moved out of the shit town they’d grown up in, to Brooklyn. Steve stayed with Bucky where they rented an apartment from Bucky’s crazy and unfathomably wealthy uncle, and Steve got a job at the movie theater. They started dating a few weeks after that.

Steve was generally resigned and quiet, and Bucky didn’t mind, but it seemed a little odd at times. Steve would start kissing Bucky, sit in his lap, even slip off Bucky’s shirt; but the second Bucky tried to reciprocate, he suddenly had work, or had to pee, or some other ridiculous excuse. Bucky had been completely confused and a little worried, until he walked in on Steve one morning as he was binding his chest, and suddenly it clicked.

Bucky had worked his ass off to learn as much as he could after that. He hadn’t been well educated on transgender folk at the time, now he was considered an expert. Jokingly. By Steve.

Either way, after working for several months non stop, he’d managed to get enough money for Steve to start testosterone around his birthday, and since then, Bucky had been helping to keep it all secret from work and most other people, and to give him his shots, since the sight of a needle made Steve practically faint.

So, sure, he’s a little concerned what might happen if Steve and Sam get too close and he finds out about Steve. He can’t help it. He isn’t sure how he’ll react, and he can’t stand the idea of Steve being hurt anymore.

“Maybe we can order pizza?” Steve asks from where he’s sitting on the couch, book folded in his lap. It successfully got Bucky’s attention back. He’s just across from the table Bucky’s seated at and he’s been watching Steve read more than he’s been writing his own paper. He’s talking about tomorrow. Because truly, it’s the only thing Steve’s spoken about all week. Sam’s coming back over tomorrow, for dinner, some drinks, a movie and maybe a game of poker. Steve’s beyond excited, practically bouncing off the walls of their apartment at the prospect. It’s probably just the idea that he actually has a friend that isn’t just his adoring boyfriend too.

At least Sam knows they’re together, and seems more than okay with it. Even went so far as to say they were a cute couple. Which, they totally are, but only Bucky gets to say that.

This was just another chance for Steve to slip up and for Bucky to get his hands around Sam’s throat, but he’d rather not. Besides, he can’t refuse Steve because he’s excited and smiling and talking non-stop about it. He’ll manage. The only problem presenting itself so far, is that Bucky has to give Steve his shot tomorrow. He’ll figure that out too.

“Yeah, pizza sounds fine,” Bucky nods, looking over at Steve. He’s frustrated with writing his paper, and he’s thinking way too much about tomorrow, so he shuts his laptop down and makes his way over to Steve. He flops down next to him and Steve smiles at him.

Steve nods quickly and starts scrawling down pizza toppings and crust. That’s just how he is, always planning everything out to the note. It’s admirable, and a quality Bucky doesn’t share. “One stuffed crust, with pepperoni, olives and jalapeños?” Steve smiles, looking at Bucky knowingly. Is he supposed to find his boyfriend remembering his pizza order endearing?

“You got it, punk,” Bucky confirms and smiles, resting his chin on Steve’s boney shoulder. He grins back at Bucky with that overly happy, lopsided grin he always gives him and finishes writing it down.

“What else should we get?”

Bucky thinks for a second and sighs. “Pan tossed–or whatever, that garlic sauce and chicken?” He suggests, because he knows Steve likes it, and Sam might too.

Steve makes a humming noise and scrawls that down too. “Always a good idea,” Steve says with a chuckle and Bucky rolls his eyes. He loves every second of it.

“What’s something sam would like?” Bucky only asks because it’s polite or whatever.

“Everyone likes Hawaiian, right?” Steve asks and he’s dead serious, because Bucky’s the kind of guy who dates someone who likes pineapple on pizza. Apparently.

Bucky scrunches up his nose in distaste and looks at him, like Steve might crack and start laughing. He just looks confused. “Like, pineapple and all?” He asks, and it physically pains him.

“Yeah, what else would it mean?” Steve asks, clearly confused and Bucky fake gags for emphasis.

“Who eats pizza with fruit on it?”

Steve raises an eyebrow at him. “Um, me?” He answers simply and Bucky shakes his head in mock disappointment. Steve sighs, “Whatever, what about pepperoni?”

“Sounds good,” Bucky agrees, satisfied it’s not some abomination instead. He takes his pizza seriously.

Steve smiles down at his neat little list, setting it on the coffee table beside him. He leans against Bucky, until he’s practically sunken against his side and Bucky wraps an arm around him. He looks a little stressed, so Bucky strokes his hair and does his best to relax him.

“It’s gonna be great,” Bucky promises, kissing Steve’s temple.

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Bucky affirms, twirling his finger around a piece of his blonde hair. It’s getting shaggy, not exactly long, but Bucky’s gonna have to trim it again soon. He’s amazed that after just a few months, Steve’s already more muscle and sharp edges instead of soft curves. He’s getting more hair too, just about everywhere, and it makes Steve giddy. Bucky loves how much Steve loves his body now, instead of loathes it.

Steve snuggles a little closer into Bucky’s side and sighs, looking up at him with an unsure expression. “You better not be lying,” he says seriously and Bucky snorts out a laugh.

“I’m not.”

They spend a good portion of the rest of the day snuggled up on their lumpy couch, talking and watching Grey’s Anatomy, which Steve’s become obsessed with. Around six, he makes a comment about being hungry, which reminds Bucky he never had any plans for dinner. They just make some fish sticks from the back of the freezer and call it good.

He’s completely in love with the little life they’ve started, even if it sounds corny as all hell, which Steve assures him it is. It’s domestic and simple. Money wise, they’re just scraping by, but Bucky writes papers for the local news paper in between his home life and working at a local diner. They both work extra hours when they need. It works out fine.

They watch some ridiculous zombie movie after dinner and Steve’s practically asleep sitting up half way through. “Bed time?” Bucky suggests but Steve shakes his head. His always gotta be so stubborn. It’s obvious he’s tired, but for some unknown reason, he’s determined to finish a movie they’ve both only been half paying attention to.

“C'mon Stevie, I’ll cuddle you and everything,” Bucky hums, and Steve lets out a noise he can only really call a giggle.

He looks up at Bucky with wide eyes. “Cuddles and everything?” Steve questions, mostly jokingly.

“Yep.”

Steve nods slowly, like he’s weighing the options. “You drive a hard bargain,” he says finally, flopping himself over Bucky. “Carry me.”

“Carry yourself, asshole,” Bucky grunts, shoving Steve, which doesn’t actually move him much.

Steve remains sprawled out over Bucky, looking at him from his awkward, upside down position. “But my asshole needs carrying,” Steve says with a giggle. Bucky’s going to make a law that he shouldn’t ever let Steve get hyper, which happens mostly when he’s way too tired.

Bucky sighs and heaves himself up, toppling Steve over onto the couch. “Alright, fine, c'mon,” he says and picks Steve up, practically slinging him over his shoulder. Steve slumps over easily and lets him drag him to their shared bedroom. There’s two bedrooms in the house, but the second ones empty, and downstairs. They just pretend it’s a guest bedroom, even though they’ve never had anyone spend more than an hour over.

Bucky sets Steve on the bed and he curls into a ball, tugging the covers up over himself before Bucky can even suggest pajamas. Apparently he’s realized how tired he is. Bucky just strips down to his boxers and climbs in beside Steve and pulls his boyfriend against his chest. “Chest binder,” Bucky reminds softly. Steve whines but puts his arms up, in what’s supposed to be a helpful gesture. He slips Steve’s tank top off easily, tossing it onto the floor where he discarded his own clothes. He can see a few marks where the binder has been slowly cutting into his ribs, leaving puffy, red stripes. He rubs the pad of his thumb over them gently but it doesn’t seem to hurt so he lets it go for now.

He hates the binder, mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of Steve suffocating himself to death, especially with his asthma. It’s also because it’s a pain in the ass to get off, for both of them. He understands though, completely, and he’ll always support Steve; he just wishes he could get him top surgery already.

He fights quietly with the tiny clips on the side until he has them all undone. They’re just there to make sure it stays closed, a kind of extra support, but they’re always painfully tight and hard to get off.

Bucky smiles softly down at Steve. He’s on his side, the covers curled around his waist. He’s awake still, just laying quietly, looking at the far wall while Bucky undresses him. It’s oddly intimate. Even a year ago, Steve would have never let him do this, or sleep undressed around him. It shows Steve’s progress and the trust Bucky’s earned. “Sit up a little?” Bucky asks softly. He just has to slip it over his head and it’s over, and he can curl around Steve’s body and kiss and admire every inch of him.

Steve pushes himself up so his back is to Bucky and he lifts his arms up again, a little more lazily. He looks half asleep sitting up.

Bucky hurries up a little, slipping it over his head and folding it neatly, before setting it on their nightstand. It’s a pain in the ass to get wrinkles out of. He wraps his arms around Steve’s middle and he makes a moody whine.

“Oh hush, you’re perfect,” Bucky grumbles back, slowly laying himself down onto the bed, dragging Steve with him. He ends up curled against Bucky’s frame, face against the side of his rib cage.

“Not yet,” Steve mumbles, and he doesn’t think so, but Bucky thinks he’s perfect just the way he is. He looks at him, breasts and all, and sees Steve Rogers. His boyfriend. He understands why he and Steve and don’t quite see eye to eye on this topic.

“Soon,” Bucky offers back with a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek.

They lay quietly together with Bucky running his fingers through Steve’s hair until they both slowly drift off.

By time Bucky wakes up again, it’s already fairly late. Much later than he was expecting. He rolls over and rubs his eyes tiredly, but Steve isn’t there. It’s not too surprising, Steve’s always been a morning person where Bucky just isn’t. He makes himself get out of bed with a groan, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt and heading to the kitchen.

Steve’s already munching on a piece of toast, reading a book at the table. He’s got those stupid, huge glasses on that he wears when he’s reading because really, his eyesight is shit. He’s got a mug of coffee in front of him, still steaming so he probably made it recently. He’s got the creamer out too but he hasn’t added it, probably won’t, because he’s a freak and he likes it black.

“Morning,” he says, voice gruff. He wanders over and pours himself a large cup of coffee, practically to the brim. He’s a coffee kind of person, he’s not sure how anyone makes it through the day without it.

Steve smiles at him, setting his book down on the table. “Morning, sleepy head,” Steve teases. Bucky rolls his eyes. He’s already dressed, in a navy blue, button down he got a few weeks ago and khakis. He looks cute. “Sam’s gonna be over soon.”

Right, Sam. Bucky smiles a little and nods, sipping at his coffee as he sits across from Steve at the table. “What needs to be done?” As far as Bucky’s concerned, nothing needs to be done, it’s just a friend coming over, so doesn’t get the big deal. Steve always plans everything out to the max, though. He adds a generous amount of cream to his coffee.

“I just wanna make sure I’m not forgetting anything,” Steve says, worrying his lip between his teeth. He’s got a list on the table next to his book. List of food and everything else.

“I got all the food yesterday,” Bucky assures with a smile. “And I cleaned the bathroom.”

“Alcohol?”

Bucky smiles. “Like I would forget that,” he jokes and Steve chuckles. Steve’s a lightweight, practically stripping naked and singing at the top of his lungs after two drinks, so getting him drunk is shamefully one of Bucky’s favorite things.

“And we have all the pizza ready to be ordered? Dishes done?”

“Check and check,” Bucky assures again.

Steve’s reading over the list again, like he’s missing something, and Bucky’s about to tell him to relax and that everything’s in order, but then someone’s ringing the doorbell and yep, that’s gotta be Sam. Bucky was kinda hoping he got stuck in traffic.

Steve looks at Bucky with wide eyes and grins, getting up quickly. He looks like a kid on Christmas. He follows Steve to the door, folding his arms over his chest. He feels like he has to maintain an intimidating appearance around the guy, at least for a while, until he decides if he likes him or not.

Steve yanks the door open and Sam’s standing on the porch holding a Walmart sack and wearing a smug grin. “Hey, man.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” Steve asks as he takes the bag from him, he’s still grinning as he steps aside to let him into the house. Bucky would have to be blind not to see how nice Sam’s clothes are, expensive looking. The guy himself looks, expensive. He’s well dressed, well groomed, and has a smile like a million dollars. As usual, Steve has good taste.

“Alright. The ride over here, it was great, actually,” Sam comments as he walks in. He grins when he looks at Bucky, like he just hadn’t noticed a six foot tall guy, glaring holes into him, standing right next to Steve the whole time. “Hey, what’s up?”

Bucky doesn’t answer, mostly because Sam’s already walked past him and has moved on to rambling about some customer he dealt with last night.

Thankfully, everything settles down after Sam’s done with his story, and it’s a little more comfortable. Overall? Bucky’s tolerating him so far. He orders the pizza, so it’ll get to the apartment in a little over a half hour, if they’re lucky. Sam and Steve are in the kitchen too, opening up three beers as they talk. Bucky has no problem pushing himself into the conversation as he slides between them, grabbing his opened beer from next to Steve.

“Thanks,” he says, pecking Steve’s cheek. When he pulls away, Sam’s grinning at them in a way that’s actually fairly disturbing.

“Cute,” he says, slowly taking a drink of his beer. He’s leaning into the counter, dripping with both confidence and sincerity. Steve’s bright red, avoiding eye contact with both of them now. Sam and Bucky share a small grin.

Bucky’s opinion of Sam? Decent.

[digital-nocturne]

Tumblr doesn’t like boobies so this is take 2 of posting this sketch dump

I used steve and Bucky to cover all the explicit stuff, and dumb text cause i was frustrated.

T4T stucky, (ftm steve x mtf Bucky)

Fem stucky mermaid au

A steve sandwich

Beat up handler au steve

More beat up handler au steve

Loki portrait

Tumblr so help me god if you take my post again— please i censored everything this time.

[digital-nocturne]

I’ve been so busy, I do have a wip that will be attatched to one of the art requests in my inbox for some mtf Bucky and ftm Steve content <3

Also messing around with rendering styles, I really like the way this is looking so far!!