#trans Steve Rogers

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Hot Neighbor and the Sunshine Baby

by ZenaidaMacroura

Summary:

Five Times Steve and his daughter accidentally terrorized Bucky and his daughter, and then some times they managed to keep it together. A cutesy meet-ugly slowburn slice of life AU kidfic. May include: General childhood mess. Brief references to the less pleasant side effects associated with the proximity of children, including diapers, throwing up, and the indignities of gestating. No graphic childbirth or pregnancy (sorry if you're into that).

Thanks to @booksandabeer and TenMileStilts for beta/emotional counseling.

[ungrateful-sneeze]

Ok so in the first avenger it’s said that the serum enhances what already there in a person, right?

Stick with me here

Do I hear trans Steve Rogers that didn’t tell anyone he was born a woman then the serums like: yo this is a man, and he just grows a penis and doesn’t tell anyone????????

Ok that may be the stupidest idea I’ve had so far but I stand by it

[moonythejedi394]

shh don't cry. new supernatural/stucky crossover snippet from yours truly.

Bucky flips to another page in his notebook as he steps up to the next apartment, last one on the ground floor and the last place for him to check. He’d had nothing but dead ends so far and had little hope for useful information when he knocked on 1G.

“Hi, my name’s Agent Bonham, FBI,” Bucky says without looking up, “would you –”

“Bucky?”

Bucky now looks up, startled. He’s suddenly staring right into the face of one shocked Steve Rogers.

“Steve,” Bucky whispers.

“You – You have a beard,” Steve says quietly. “And long hair –… Bucky, you look like a hobo in a suit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Bucky answers sarcastically, “that’s real sweet of you to say, Stevie.”

“And you’re… bigger,” Steve adds, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you saying I got fat?” Bucky asks, narrowing his eyes.

“No,” Steve answers, raising both eyebrows as his gaze drifts down.

“Uh?” Bucky says unsuredly.

“Since when have you been an FBI agent?” Steve asks, looking up again. “And why are you calling yourself Bonham?”

“It’s… complicated,” Bucky says. 

“You’re impersonating an FBI agent, aren’t you?” Steve asks. 

“I could’ve joined the FBI in the last eight years,” Bucky says.

“Then you’d be wearing loafers,” Steve points out with a flick of his eyebrows. “Not your twenty-eight-year-old military steel-toed boots.”

Bucky looks down. He is wearing twenty-eight-year-old boots.

“You haven’t been taking good care of them, either,” Steve quips, “since I can still see lipstick on the left one in addition to all that duct tape.”

Bucky jerks his left boot up. His jaw drops when he sees the smear of red near the toe. Nobody’s blown his boots since Steve, which means the color has been there for eight years and five months. How had that managed to cling on for eight years? He thought long-lasting color was just lipstick that dried matte. Had he really let his boots go that badly?

“Just typical,” Steve says.

“Whoa, what’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky asks.

“You, lying,” Steve says. “You haven’t changed.”

Bucky grits his jaw and looks around, wanting to say that he’s never lied to Steve unless it was to protect him, but Steve just won’t believe him again.

“Listen, I’m working on a kidnapping case,” Bucky says so his heartbreak won’t escape the bottle he’s jammed it into. “Two kids were taken from this building. Do you know anything?”

“No,” Steve says, then goes to shut the door.

“Seriously, anything?” Bucky asks, pushing the door back open. “Maybe you heard odd noises at night, felt like somebody was watching you?”

“No!” Steve snaps. “Goodbye!”

“Dad, who’s that?” a child’s voice calls.

“It’s nobody, sweetie!” Steve says over his shoulder, but too late, there’s a little boy walking into the hallway and into Bucky’s line of sight. 

Bucky’s eyes zero in on the cleft in the boy’s chin, then how his eyes are an icy blue nearly gray, his hair a brown so dark it’s almost black. He feels eeriely like he’s looking into a mirror, just one that took forty or so years off his face. He lifts a finger dumbly, pointing at the boy.

“Who’s that?” the little boy asks.

“Just a policeman,” Steve says. “He’s just leaving,” he adds, glaring at Bucky.

The kid shrugs and walks away.

“Uh,” Bucky says roughly. “You’re – You’re a dad now.”

“Well spotted,” Steve retorts.

“Right,” Bucky mutters through a tight throat, almost leaning to the side to peer deeper into the apartment. “Um. He’s – He’s cute.”

“And you’re still here,” Steve retorts.

“So – so – so is – is his other dad around?” Bucky asks, gesturing his pen with his gloved left hand vaguely.

“No,” Steve drawls as he crosses his arms under his chest, which is bustier than Bucky remembers seeing it. “No, his other dad is not around, Bucky.”

“Right,” Bucky mutters again, looking rapidly away from Steve’s chest. “How – how old is he, exactly?”

“Seven,” Steve answers, flicking his eyebrows up.

“When’s his birthday?” Bucky asks, starting to panic.

“December twentieth, 2001,” Steve says calmly.

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky whispers again. 

They’d broken up in April of that year. Between April and December was eight months.

“You – you had a rebound, right?” Bucky says, not sure what he wants the answer to be.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Steve dryly.

“Stevie?” Bucky says quietly. “Is that my kid?”

[wotvagyok]

My thoughts are currently consumed by Trans Steve starting T and getting all kinds of thicc because of it.

At first noticing the changes, how he’s filling out in all the right places, the little stretch marks on his new belt, on his arms, his thick love handles. It’s all dense and doughy, he’s so sturdy now, so chonky.

And then a couple of years in, a few self discoveries later, sat between Bucky’s thighs, so stuffed and bloated and round, Bucky’s hand in his skin-tight and torn boxers, pressing into him, holding another bite to his lips.

Steve’s lax, pressed against his chest, head lying limp against Bucky’s shoulder. His brain his empty, eyes glazed, as he opens his mouth to keep eating.

“Good boy.” Bucky whispers to him as he bucks his hips in desperation. “Gettin’ so fat,” a hand slides down to the blushing swell of his stomach, sitting in his lap now, and rubs soothing circles across the taut skin. He reaches for another few fries and holds them to Steve’s mouth when he finishes chewing. Steve takes a gasping bite. “Such a good, greedy boy.”

[autisticandhyperfixatingg]

Over here, FanFic writers/editors!!

I am looking for someone to beta read/edit a short fic I've been working on.

The fic is set in the MCU, and it includes stucky (Steve/Bucky) and transman!Steve because there is not enough out there.

The fic is roughly 800 words long atm, but feel free to add slash delete as much as you want. It will be rated General Audiences (possibly teen and up) if it's posted on Ao3.

I wrote this from I prompt that I came up with a while ago and can't get out of my head, but I feel like it could be better written.

What you will do: Watever you want. You could just read through it once, or you could write a whole new fic from the prompt. Maybe add in those more advanced words that only people with English as their first language would know?It's not like I'm paying you or something, so your choice!

Rules: I've got exactly one rule. If you do write something, send it to me, let my poor hyperfixating content-starved brain read it. Otherwise you can do literally anything with it. Either I could post it on my ao3, giving you cred ofc, of you could post it on your own account and say uou write it all yourself. Send it in as a school project for all I care. Just please let me read it. That is all I ask.

Thank u in advance for considering this! So if you're interested in a little side project (or just want to read the fic ad it is lol) just DM me and I'll send it over.

I promise you it will be worth it!!

❗️Is now being beta'd by the amazing @letmelickyoureyeballs ❗️

[transstuckywriter]

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Between the testosterone Steve had been taking since ‘39, first in pills Bucky would steal and now in regular injections Bucky supervised, and the serum, Steve’s cock had grown exponentially since they were a couple of young men struggling to survive in Brooklyn. A handful of surgeries sometime between when Steve was unfrozen and when he dragged Bucky kicking and screaming out of decades of brainwashing had formed it into a perfect cock, big enough to fuck him up with the prettiest set of balls for Bucky to nuzzle on particularly lazy days. This was not the kind of day that would give him the time or luxury to do that, if the way Steve was currently stringing him along was any indication. Or: I read a tumblr post about trans Steve topping post-bottom surgery and now have three separate WIPs in my folder about it

Inspired by this post by @gay-jewish-bucky

[ontinetine]

catws 10th anniversary fic extravaganza

blow me by AliuIce0814

Bucky knows how to treat his tiny trans boyfriend right. Steve appreciates it.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Would love a trans Steve fic where he tops the hell out of Bucky w/his serum-enhanced metoid dick

[obeythefloof]

I keep thinking about Steve revealing that he’s a trans man, and being completely amused by all the “alpha males” who are offended that they idolized someone who was assigned female at birth.

Steve’s all like “what do you want me to do about it?”

[starvels]

sometimes i think to myself,, i really do need to give 616 steve a pussy more often. so that then i can discuss the abject pain of being stabbed with cramps in a single ovary and compare it to the more abject pain of being stabbed with a literal knife in the abdomen, through the pincushion of steve's body.

just make steve do a little comparison, yunno. a little thinky think on his splitting, dysmorphic body, yunno. a little tearful masturbation that only alleviates the stabbing for about 8 seconds, yunno.

[writing-sideblog-behind-books]

part 1

bucky knows because he always did. he figured it out with stevie maybe even earlier than him.

he's the one to buy stevie a dress. to gift him a lipgloss.

to wrap the bandages around stevie's chest to keep the balled up socks in place.

he's born right. he likes women and he's a man. a big, strong, tall man.

stevie aches for him because in all the ways that bucky had been born right she's wrong.

[katoninefandoms]

Trans Steve Rogers in his binder.

[chainuuser]

The Fall Line

inspired by this fic

[moonythejedi394]

snippet from ch6 of my spn x stucky crossover

Bucky wakes up wishing he hadn't. His head has a dozen hot knives stabbing into it, he’s nauseous, his eyeballs feel sticky and sandy, and his body generally aches all over. He groans and turns onto his back, covering his eyes with both hands.

“RISE AND SHINE, LOOK ALIVE, PLANET STARSHINE!”

Bucky goes flailing out of his bunk, landing on his back with his splitting headache making him see double as Betty leans down over him.

“You were not here yesterday,” Bucky says carefully as he shakes a finger up at her. 

“You drank tequila again,” Betty answers.

“In my defense, I have a son I didn’t know about!” Bucky retorts.

“Whoa, wait, hold up,” Betty says, making a time-out sign with her hands. “You’re not still drunk, are you?”

“No!” Bucky says, sitting up. “Why do you think I was drinking tequila! I found out I have a fucking son!”

Betty looks over at Becca. “Not the –”

“The stripper,” Becca confirms. “Who was still nineteen when Beaureguard knocked him up. Twenty-seven now.”

“Cradle-robber,” Betty scolds Bucky. “You’re old enough to be his father!”

“I hate you all,” Bucky says, lying back down on the floor. “Can somebody bring me some fucking Excedrin?”

“Here,” Benny says to him, handing him a cup.

Bucky just drinks it, and then he spits it out and starts wiping his tongue off. “What is this?!”

“Do you want your hangover cured or not?”

Bucky looks up at Benny, horrified. “I can’t just take Excedrin and eat saltines?”

“No,” Benny tells him firmly, “because somebody took the day off early yesterday to go binge drink two bottles of tequila while we still have thirty-three missing children and whatever’s taking them to locate.”

“Fuck, I have a child,” Bucky says, sitting up. “What if he gets taken?” 

“NO!” all three of his sisters shout as Bucky tries to scramble to his feet.

“If you think you’re going to run off and tell Steve all half-cocked his kid might be in danger, you deserve the hangover!” Betty snaps.

“Kid’s mine, too!” Bucky argues.

“But you don’t have custody of the kid!” Betty says angrily. “If my ex showed up out of nowhere and told me Vinnie was in danger, you know who I’d think is the danger?”

Bucky sinks to the floor. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Betty snaps. “He’d call the cops on you! And thanks to somebody’s suicidal tendencies and a need to banish six hundred and sixty-six fucking demons, you got the finger for almost a hundred fucking murders pointed at you!”

Bucky grimaces. “They don’t know what I look like,” he points out. “All they got’s are my boot prints.”

“Your boots are so old, they are practically fingerprints!” Betty counters. “Replace them, for Jesus’s sake!”

“They’re perfectly good boots!” Bucky argues. “What cop’s gonna check my boot prints?”

“You wanna end up like the Winchesters?” Betty demands. “A nation-wide manhunt just for your sorry ass!”

“No,” Bucky mutters.

“Good!” Betty says. “Now! When did you get a child?”

“He’s seven,” Bucky says, looking up at her. “Eight in December.”

“Oh,” Betty mutters. “So Steve was pregnant when you broke up and you didn’t know? He didn’t tell you?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Wouldn’t leave a voicemail. I don’ think he knew ‘til after I was gone. He would’ve said when I left if he did. He stopped calling a few months after I left.”

“Oof,” Betty says. “Guys… Maybe we should let him hole up in the bus all day…”

“Two whole bottles of tequila!” Becca argues. “He was five shots away from alcohol poisoning!”

“Rebecca,” Betty murmurs.

“Elizabeth!” Becca counters. “He dented my bus with his stupid boots!” 

“Alright. Gimme that,” Betty says, taking the hangover cure from Benny. “Buckentosh, you go back to bed.”

“Tha’s a new one,” Bucky says, crawling back into his bunk. “Why’d I sleep in my jacket?”

“Because you drank two bottles of tequila!” Becca shouts.

“Bitch, please, my head,” Bucky mutters.

“You’re the bitch. You fell in love with a stripper seventeen years younger than you.”

“Fuck off,” Bucky grumbles.

[rainbowsuitcase]

I'm just thinking... Trans!Steve AU where the serum still made him stronger and gave him the muscles and stuff, but it didn't fix everything. Seemingly yes, but Erskine was the only one who knew about Steve being trans, and the doctors are curious and Stark has some wildly inappropriate questions but no one actually wants to check if the serum also increases dick size. (Steve wouldn't know. It didn't give him one)

(Cue some self doubt and insecurity and stuff, that Bucky definitely helps with after being rescued, IDK, this isn't why we're here)

Cue the twenty first century. Cue the Avengers. Cue a supervillain with a sex-changing magic ray. Tony is delighted. Thor is amused. Bruce is so confused and weirded out that most of his energy is put towards staying calm. Natasha doesn't seem to care at all. Clint makes a bet that he can walk in heels. (He can. He's frankly amazing.) And Steve...

Steve looks the same. No one understands why. The official theory is that he somehow managed to duck out of the way of the perfectly-aimed-hit-everyone-straight-on magic ray. Or that the decades old serum somehow made him immune to the fresh, modern supervillain invention.

But neither of these explanations are enough for Tony. He's hitting a wall with figuring out how to fix everyone else, so he wants to distract himself by figuring out why he doesn't have to fix Steve. He wants to dig deeper, he wants to study the serum even more than before, he wants blood tests, he wants to go crazy until he figures it out.

Steve... well he has time for it, the Avengers missions are put on pause until this mess is over, but he has neither the nerve nor the patience. Never has, never will.

Steve tells Tony that the magic ray gave him a dick (he keeps to himself how happy he feels about it, and how guilty this makes him feel, because this is not a good thing for anyone else). Tony is satisfied enough by this explanation and finally gets some sleep.

When he wakes up (after so many hours of sleep that Steve is beginning to worry he somehow slipped into coma) he offers Steve to finance a bottom surgery, after he solves the magic ray problem.

(Said problem figures itself out. The effects simply wear off. Tony is glad but also bitter. He decides this supervillain is now his nemesis - of the week at least.)

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝

Fandom ⊳ Marvel | Captain America Pairing ⊳ Trans!Nurse Steve Rogers x Vampire!Bucky Barnes

Word Count ⊳ 9.3k

Major Tags ⊳ Explicit Content, Alternative Universe - Vampires, Powers, Supernatural Elements, Grumpy Bucky, Shrinkyclinks, Trans!Steve, Time skips, Blood, Character Injury, Biting, Smut, Love Confessions, Bathing, Sharing a Bed, Bonding, Fluff, Polyglot Bucky, Happy Ending

Rating ⊳ E

Summary ⊳ When Bucky pressed his lips to Steve’s, he could feel the warmth and love emanating from his favorite person. He knew that Steve would always worry about him, but he also knew that he would always return to him no matter what.

Bucky’s vampiric nature may have made him powerful, but Steve’s love made him feel truly alive. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes shining with affection. “We’re meant to be, Stevie,” he whispered before disappearing into the night.

Square + Prompt ⊳

Created for @anyfandomfluffbingo Square filled: N4 - Vampire AU

Created for @anyfandomdarkbingo Square filled: B5 - “No one wants you here.”

Created for @anyfandomangstbingo Square filled: Painful wound cleaning

Authors Note ⊳ 

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