Hello, would you be comfortable with writing about Hardcase and a mtf reader who is insecure about not passing. While there is a little ftm content there's like almost nothing for mtf 😢 I understand if not. I hope you have a good day!
I'd be happy to! I hope this is to your liking. I tried to make it romantic and sweet.
You stared at yourself in the mirror and then sat on the bed, looking down at your clothes. Were they the right fit? Did they give too much away? Were they the right colors? You weren't sure. You had a date with Hardcase and were supposed to go out to eat and maybe dancing. You loved dancing with him, but you worried.
You were quickly brought to the moment when you heard him at your door. You let him in and smiled. It was hard not to smile when you saw him. Handsome as ever with a huge grin on his face.
"Evening, cyar'ika," he pulled you in for a hug and placed a huge kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and tried to relax in his arms as he held you for a moment. He couldn't help but feel your unease. "Everything okay?"
You nodded a little and shrugged. He knew better.
"Nah, I know that look," he said. "What is it?"
"I just bought this outfit. Do I look pretty enough? Do I look..." your eyes searched the room, looking everywhere but at him. "...feminine?"
He took your hand and kissed the back of it, noticing you were still anxiously staring at your feet.
"Of course you do! You're beautiful."
He cupped your cheek and looked at you, waiting to see if you felt safe enough to look at him. You eventually met his eyes, unsure, but trusting he meant what he said. One thing you could always count on was that Hardcase never lied. His hands carefully traveled down your body, enjoying the feeling of the fabric and your skin. His strong fingers traced the path along your arms and down to your fingertips where he kissed each one. He moved to caress your shoulders before his hand made its way to the small of your back.
"This okay," he asked as he appreciated you. You nodded. You were still getting used to being touched that way, but everything about him was tender and loving. Even when he was pure chaos, you knew you were safe and treasured.
"I want you to feel comfortable and to feel as gorgeous as you are," he said before kissing your cheek. "Whatever you need for me to remind you how I see you."
You gazed into his eyes and said, "Sometimes I'm worried all people will see is a guy in a dress."
"That's not how I see you and that's not what you are," he said, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he held you close. He started to sway in a dancing motion.
"I worry what if I pick the wrong color or style so I don't look how I feel inside."
"Do you like this color and style," he said, indicating the clothes you had on.
"Yes, it's one of my favorites."
"Then it's perfect on you," he replied. "You look lovely. You're my beautiful girlfriend." He continued to slow dance with you for several minutes before asking, "Do you still want to go out?"
"Yes," you answered as you melted further into him. It was hard to worry so much when he was clearly smitten. He never doubted who he was with, never doubted you. He'd do everything he could to help you feel as wonderful and perfect he as knew you were.
