I'm a trans guy who started T a few months back and let me tell you, I had libido before T ofc but now it like directs my fucking day, dude. Like it's crazy. And something that I've heard other T guys talk about and I myself also experience, is getting in a bad mood that is literally just cured by jerking off. (Maybe this is a things cis guys have too idk 💀)
Coming off of that, now all I can think about is trans Steve who was pumped full of T, as well as everything else in the serum, and now he's fucking horny all the time and he can't deal with it because he's literally at war and every few days Bucky has to pull his grumpy ass aside and help him out lmaoo
Congrats on starting T! That fucks!
From my own experience, I'm so sure that when I was a teenager I got into bad moods that were cured by jerking off, lmao, but I can't remember a specific time that it happened and I noticed it. I mean, like, I kind of still do that sometimes with, like, anxiety or restlessness, jerking off fixes that easily 💀 Plus, the normal, if you go long enough without it, it makes you grumpy/frustrated.
Other than that, I've had conversations with my cis women friends where they seem to be able to, like, push their arousal to the back of their mind for later—almost totally ignoring it—as something to deal with later when it comes up at an inconvenient time, and do that regularly, too, but I, as a cis guy, feel like I have a much harder time doing that-? Based on my friends' descriptions, at least. I'm an adult, of course, so I know when something is appropriate and not, and I can control myself. But, if the feeling arises and I can do something about it-? I am indulging because it is so fucking distracting. Absolutely! My libido can totally drive my entire day.
(Also, tmi, but when I was a teenager and I had the time, I absolutely was getting off twice to three times every day because... well, whatever, that's apparently how my fucked brain works. Not shocking for someone running a mostly-smut-based blog. So I feel, in one form, what the surges of testosterone can do 💀💀)
As for trans Steve, suddenly pumped full of T and freshly microwaved...
Hell yeah, Bucky has to deal with his horny ass constantly. I think it is pretty realistic to think it has to be every few days based on the importance of war, but, also, I can't help but chuckle a little at that. Like, every few days? Nah, try every few hours whenever it's possible 😏
I've also written something not about trans Steve but Steve after the serum being so sensitive that you might enjoy right here
“Serum can fix everything but your little duck waddle, huh?” Bucky's teasing voice has Steve jumping and squeaking for… reasons… and some of those reasons are perhaps not only shock as the other man approaches him from behind. His voice indicates that he's close enough and speaking low enough that despite their surroundings, Steve's the only one hearing him—the rest of the camp, including Bucky, really, doesn't have the security clearance to know anything about a serum.
Bucky knows everything about Steve, though.
Correction: almost everything.
There are—is—there's a few recent happenings that Steve can't even wrap his head around, let alone share with his boyfriend, no matter how close they've been over the years.
So, crossing his thick arms, Steve stands there, waiting for his lover to catch up to him with his legs wide apart. He's doing his best to pretend not to feel the maddening, sensitive rubbing of his suddenly grown, achingly tender dick between his legs as Bucky talks to him, saying… something. It's hard to parse out what's what. And, subconsciously, his eyebrows furrow, indicating that he should be cross with his longest friend, longtime lover for making fun of him even though this is what they do. Always, they give each other shit. ‘Cause it's fun and because they're closer than hurt feelings. Most of the time.
Immediately now, Steve is a little distracted, too distracted to know if he's upset or not. He can pretend, though, huffing and sort of rolling his eyes.
“C'mon,” Bucky hums, shimmying in close to him, rubbing shoulders the way Steve wants to, or doesn't, he can't tell, rub his legs together, “what's with the walk, Cap?” He flashes his dimples, softening Steve everywhere but where it counts with his infuriating charm.
And, stupidly, opening his mouth is enough to betray him, despite the fact that nothing exits his lips. Rather, his face answers for him, pinkening so painfully obviously. A rush of heat from the hairline down, dripping like honey.
And more than giving him shit with his mouth, by putting him into rickety roller coasters, wrestling him, and/or going harder on him than he probably should, depending on the day, Bucky loves embarrassing him. So, of course, he exploits his feverish blush immediately.
“Oh?” The other man cocks his head to the side. Reacting as if he's said anything at all.
“Leave it,” Steve growls, almost jumping at the sound of his own voice, forgetting that's how it's going to come out of this bigger, more resonant body.
“Nah,” Bucky shakes his head, sly dog, “what's up with you? You finally bruise your ego? You get the stick outta your ass? That why you're walking funny?”
After a moment of hesitation, Steve looks, left to right, breathing out, finally just—going for it. “You,” he licks his lips, shifting foot to foot and regretting it immediately, barely stifling back a whine, “I'm—”
“What?” Bucky steps closer, drawn-in.
“The, uh, serum, it—”
“What?” Bucky goads him, urging him on.
“Well…” Steve couldn't be pinker. Redder. Damn. “It made me, uh, bigger… right?”
Meaningfully, Bucky eyes him up and down, one eyebrow raised, saying I noticed without verbalizing it.
Steve shivers.
He's not helping.
So, Steve clenches his jaw, “it made me bigger everywhere.”
Bucky's eyes physically drop, rolling down, and his eyelids so much heavier the moment he catches what Steve means. “How so?” He asks but he's already weaving his hand under Steve's belt and pulling him along, out of the busy camp and deeper into the thick woods where they won't be bothered.
Practically trained to respond fervently whenever Bucky and he manage to snatch a moment alone, Steve's heart pounds, his breathing hitches, and he can almost feel his whole body tick up in temperature. God. Throbbing in his chest, his heart pushes thickening blood toward his already interested crotch, making him almost twitch. Nothing’s even happened! Just the rough, rough drag of his underwear and uniform pants between his legs—hardly anything that should be erotic. And yet…
Steve can hardly speak.
“What do you mean?” Bucky demands suddenly, slamming his back against a tree while the words rattle around Steve's rapidly emptying head.
“J-juh-just, uh, bigger…” Steve's mouth is dry, unsure why he's still talking, why he's tacking on more detail where he doesn't need to as he adds, “an' more sensitive.” He's only embarrassing himself further, heart beating harder, tongue tying itself into worse knots. He needn't do this to himself.
“Dick so hung you forgot how to walk?” Buck snorts, busying staring down at his crotch and undoing his belt in a rush than paying attention to his own stumbling joke.
“Nn-ngh-no, more, too sensitive.” He shivers under Bucky's gaze and probing touch, getting under his belt and closer to his dark blue tact pants, closer and closer to his swollen hardness and slick wetness. Where he wants to be touched.
Fuck.
“‘S been driving me crazy, Buck,” he admits in a rush, almost gasping as Bucky's hand slides down, finally under his uniform, and truthfully groaning a little when his fingers meet Steve's transformed body, skin to skin, then—
His t-dick.
Swollen.
“Ohhhh.”
Skin to skin.
Jesus fuck.
It's so sensitive down there that Steve's eyes water the moment he's touched by Bucky's calloused palm and fingers. He shakes. He shivers. He convulses, fingernails scratching across the brittle bark of the tree he's been slammed against.
Mercifully, though, Bucky seems to recognize it immediately, carefully pulling his hand back to spit lewdly in his hand. The extra wetness eases the way as he starts to rub him down again, delving back between his legs. Steve weakly paws at his wrist, both urgently wanting to hold him back and shove him over the edge. At first, Bucky's palm is flat to his t-dick, rubbing, little circles, rubbing, pressing, rubbing, then—
Instinctively, his fingers part, index and middle paired then pinkie and ring paired on the other side of his dick, using the gap between fingers to jerk Steve's swelling, sensitive, twitching little dick off. Jesus. Steve can't control the sharp, sudden exclamation that spikes out of his lips—the sound is pure sex. Together, Steve and Bucky can both feel him swell under his exploratory touch. It is a fascinating, filthy sensation.
Pounding, pounding, pounding his racing heart pushes thick, hot blood toward his crotch, between his hips, and so far down there.
Oh.
Steve gasps uselessly, wordlessly, almost soundlessly. It, it feels sofuckinggood. Good god. Ah! Jerking his hips forwars fast. Hard. It's so low in his gut, tangled tight and, just, intense. All that pleasure.
And, still, Bucky keeps jerking him, rubbing him, pressing his t-dick back up against his pelvis, squeezing both sides with his fingers, all this pressure. All the pressure. All the pleasure. More, different—such a different pleasure than he's known before. It's biting. It hurts. Oh, god. It's—it's, Jesus, it's actually pretty fucking thick. He's so thick. Swollen and hard and thick. Thick and hot and so, so silky, getting wetter and wetter the more he touches him.
Desperately, Steve wants to cry, over and over, ‘touch me, touch me, touch me’ to rile his lover up and make him go faster, harsher, more—greedily more—but he can't. Helplessly sliding farther down the trunk of the tree, the bark catching on his back, Steve's best is a simple, broken groan, “hurts, Buck.” But… he knows his eyes are all glazed and unfocused, he can't see shit, all he's got is clinging to Bucky's strong arms, so Bucky knows what's happening behind his tingling, blushing face. His empty fucking brain. Bucky knows he doesn't mean it. It hurts but…
Itfeelsfuckinggood.
Steve's whole groin is on fire. It's ripping through him. From his t-dick to his hole to his tight, clenching asshole. Guh. He's trembling, drawn so tight, coiled and tensed, that he's weak. He's become unfathomably brittle. One more crack and he'll shatter.
He needs to shatter.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky moans against his cheek, bodily melting into his feverish heat, and feeling his dick twitch, his hand just getting wetter and wetter, the wetness slightly stickier, almost thicker than he used to get but, also, he's obviously so much healthier than he once was, so he's also, just wetter. He can get wetter. And he loves to feel it. “It huurts,” Bucky mocks his boyfriend, whining before muttering more harshly, “but it's turning you on, isn't it? So why should I stop? You like it. I know you do.”
Christ.
He's so mean.
He likes it! He likes it! He really fucking likes it.
And so, Steve has to nod, jerking his head up and down sharply, uncoordinated, admitting it like he's at confession. It's rebirth in a way. Forgiveness and reinvention. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The pleasure is so much it's bright, burning white. He fucking likes it with weak legs, the thick muscle giving, and his knees bending more and more—so close to falling. He would be falling if not for the tree to his back and Bucky bodily against his chest. Pinned in place and made to take it, sweating, moaning, touching, he can't think about anything else but the sharp, hurting drags of sudden sensation with every drag of his t-dick against his uniform paired with the intoxicating, overwhelming sensation of Bucky touching him. A heady cocktail. Playing with him, making him take it—chug it.
God.
“Buck! Buck! Bucky!”
After so much build up, he can't hold onto it anymore. The pleasure and sharpness are, just, overwhelming him and kicking his ass.
Steve shouts through a moan, eyes rolling back as he cums on suddenly shaking legs, barreling forward and headbutting Bucky's chest with the force of his orgasm. He can't take it. Jerked off and touched and talked to. He's sensitive enough now that almost none of those were getting him off, so having all three? It's zero to sixty.
I barely see any headcanons of him being trans and I love them so here we go! (Side note I tried to be as accurate as I could to the time period)
Evie and Steve would literally cuddle on the couch and sooth each other when they have their periods because they get it (Couple goals).
2. Steve decided on the name Steve because he thought Captain America was cool at the time and the name Steve just kind of...stuck so now it's far too late to even try to change it to something else.
3. Soda was the first one to know about Steve being Trans which he didn't quite understand or get at the time but he was still as supportive as possible. Soda was even the one that (tried) to teach Steve how to grease his hair properly. (Mr. Curtis and a couple of magazines we're much more helpful but Soda did try and that's all that matters)
4. Steve got most of his clothes from Two-Bit (Why idk I just feel like he did.)
5. Steve still worries he presents as "feminine" or he's "girly" so he tries to be tuff as humanly possible even if that means pushing himself to the breaking point.
6. Steve's dad wasn't exactly supportive but he tolerates it, he'll call Steve by the right name (when he's sober or buzzed at least) but they have had more fights about how Steve presents or identifies.
7. Evie is literally Steve's first line of defense if anyone said anything about him. Steve can definitely handle himself but it's nice knowing his girlfriend loves him and will protect him if needed.
8. Steve will ACTIVELY avoid going to hospitals just to not deal with the whole explaining the trans thing (It's the '60s It was still rough out there for a lot of people). Steve only goes to the hospital when someone forces him to go or it actively is restricting him from doing everyday tasks.
9. The eagle tattoo represents a freedom for Steve, like now he feels free in his own skin.
10. When Steve started presenting really masculine and everyone started calling him well...Steve, Ponyboy has never been more lost. Ponyboy didn't even recognize Steve and was just so confused on why everyone acted like they knew this guy (He figured it out...eventually).
11. Darry one time went out almost in the middle of the night and bought a pack of tampons for Steve because A. Evie was out of town for some reason and B. Steve didn't have any (obviously) and was in enough pain even if he tried to act tough he was not moving from his spot. Now The Curtis household has at least one pack of emergency tampons.
12. Steve doesn't like to shower because he hates looking at himself. Steve would rather smell horrible then actually go and take a shower just because of that single reason. But after a while he will take a shower because people will start complaining and Evie doesn't want to be smelling a greasy rat while kissing him.
13. The gang do NOT take shit from people being straight up transphobic to him. (You can come to your own conclusion with that).
That's it. that's all I could think of for the time being or feel like sharing right now I hope you all enjoyed them and forgive me I try to be as in character as possible.
So I’m having the eye opening, I keep seeing Eddie being the trans man out of Steddie. (Who has a kid) And honestly, love that but hear me out about the possibilities.
What if Steve was in like major stealth mode. Passed so well no one thinks about it. Things are great until he goes partying at a place where he knows people don’t have a problem with him being trans. Now normally he tops with a toy but he gets drunk and he doesn’t mind bottoming. It’s not his preference because his dysphoria gets the best of him some times but he ends up having a one night stand and gets pregnant. Now no one knows he’s trans, and he’s not sure how to bring it up. He’s avoiding it and now he’s having to hide more and more. Wearing baggier clothes, ditching everyone, etc. he has this plan of just running away because he would rather run off and struggle then deal with his family treating him differently.
Though thing is everyone’s caught on and holding a intervention. Because something is up and they think it might be a code red for the upside down. They are not having another max situation. Because it seems like Steve is closing himself off. They all snuck in the house, because they’ve tried everything and Steve never lets them in unless it’s for something important. So none of them are expecting to see a half awake, half asleep steve coming down stairs with a tank top on. Stretching around his belly. That’s pretty big. Hand on it, hair pulled in a bun as he hasn’t left the house in a long time and is to lazy to cut it. He’s waddling as he moves to the calendar. Whining when he realizes he has a doctors appointment. “I suppose it’s time to figure out your gender so I can stop calling you a gremlin.” He smiles looking down at his belly. It doesn’t hit the younger kids, but it’s slapping all of the adults who are now quickly pulling the kids back who are getting kicked out silently. Steve hears the door closing and is nearly pissing himself when he sees all of the older teens and adults staring at him with wide eyes. He’s booking it out of the room slamming his door shut behind him. Coming back down with a baggier sweater pointing at the door and screaming for everyone to get the fuck out. Nearly in tears. Actually no his hormones are all wacky that he’s crying angrily
All of them refuse to. Robin moving and hugging him. “Oh my god, I thought you were being vecnaed this is so much better.” She’s careful of his stomach.
Anywho time skip to steve having the baby and everyone falls in love. Everyone never calls steve mom again, all jokingly call him dad. Though on occasion they’ll joke about him being their mom, but not in a way that makes Steve uncomfortable. The baby being baby sat by Joyce and Hopper excitedly. Hopper who isn’t fond of the child but is always found sleeping in his rocker with the brat curled up on his chest. Now Murray and the kids are the only ones not allowed to be near the baby unsupervised. Murray because Steve doesn’t trust him. He’s the crazy uncle that’s to crazy while Eddie is crazy but not crazy enough to put a baby in danger.
Just a gay Eddie who doesn’t change his sexuality all because Steve is trans. Steve is a guy through and through which still makes Eddie gay. He’s happy either way. There’s more in life then just sex and he doesn’t mind getting railed by the other. Though he’s the one that gets the closest to the baby. She/he love him the most. Playing with his curls, giggiling when ever he messes around with her. He Carrie’s the child by the diaper like a purse sometimes. Just him helping with the child, though Wayne meets the baby when Steve comes over to beg Eddie to help him get them to sleep. Eddies not home but Wayne is and puts the kid asleep fast. Humming as they both watch sports tv and both pats out. (There’s a poloroid that Eddie took of them sleeping like that)
Steve hugged himself and leaned over the toilet. He let out another gag, but nothing came out. It's okay. Everything is okay.
"Harrington. Is that you in there?"
Shit. Jonathan Byers. Steve stood up, but the pain his stomach sent him back over the bowl. "Get out of here, Byers."
"What happened? You get beat up?" When he didn't get an answer, Jonathan headed to the stall door and knocked. "You're not going to die in there, are you?"
Steve wishes the other teen would just go away. He wouldn't understand, even if he told him. "Just leave, Jonathan."
"Open the stall door," the other boy demanded.
Steve didn't try to argue. The pain was getting to him. He opened the door and Jonathan saw Steve's pale, sweaty face and the bloody tissues in the toilet. But there were no wounds visible.
Jonathan has a moment of realization and he opened his satchel quickly. "Oh my fucking god, Steve, why didn't you just tell me?" he huffed as he pulled out a small container of Ibuprofen. "These will help with the cramps. Do you need any pads? I have ext-"
Steve took the pills. "How are you so normal about this. And why do you have pads? And don't you hate me? We're known to be enemies."
Jonathan handed him a small stack of pads from his bag. "I guess we're just more similar then you'd like. You always bully me for being queer, and yeah, it's true. I am. I was born a girl."
"Me too," is all Steve could say. He puts the pads that the bottom of his backpack and takes the pills with water. "Thanks."
"It's no problem, really. If you want, we could ditch the rest of class,"Jonathan offered. "I know how cramps are," he said with a shrug.
Steve stared at him. "Yeah, sure."
And they ended up talking until the bell rang. They talked about Steve's god-awful music and Jonathan's excitement for the newest The Cure album. And they talked and talked and talked.
Maybe we don't have to be enemies, Steve thought when he exited the bathroom that day.
