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levans44 · 6 months

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Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 1)

(aka: how steve and frank would fuck you after a few drinks)

Steve:

Steve’s never been one for PDA—nearly five months since you’ve started ‘going steady,’ but he’s still so polite about touching you, always keeping his hands to himself when you’re out together in public.

But all that changes with a few sips of Asgardian mead at an Avengers soirée, which gives him a high he hasn’t had the luxury of feeling since 1941.

It’s that point in the night when the party’s starting to wind down—just a small circle of friends gathered around Tony’s living room, jostling about who’s worthy enough to lift Thor’s hammer.

You’re sat next to Steve on the far end of the couch, amused by the group’s shenanigans. You laugh along at all the right cues, chin in hand as you butt in with a witty comment here and there. Meanwhile, Steve can’t focus on anyone else but you, eyes zeroing in on your smile, the way those red lips stretch around the rim of your glass. The soft curves of your body under that little black dress as you cross your legs, leaning innocently into his side.

With your attention still on the rest of the group, the alcohol encourages him venture out a little. Careful fingers skim across the top of your knee, a quick brush of his calloused knuckles against your thigh.

You miss it the first few times, but when his hand starts to inch closer and closer up the hem of your dress you turn to look at him, brows raised. You immediately notice the difference in his energy—eyes relaxed, head resting against the back of the couch as a lazy smile ghosts his soft lips.

Steve, you okay? You murmur away from the group, head cocked to one side.

Hmm? mmhm. He’s barely nodding, clearly distracted by something else.

You frown, about to follow up, when a loud crash from the group makes you jump—Tony’s ingenious plans to lift the hammer using the suit had backfired (literally), the propulsion from his glove blasting him all the way across the room.

The whole group starts groaning at the damage of the crash, and that’s when you feel Steve’s grip on your knee suddenly tighten. With everyone else distracted, he leans forward, hot breath teasing the shell of your ear as he whispers:

Can we go home?

You’re a little wide-eyed and breathless when it finally sinks in. One look at the way his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip, his eyes shamelessly dragging down the outlines of your dress, and you’re shouting some incoherent excuse about an early morning to the rest of the group, grabbing his hand, and dragging his ass out of there.

He can’t keep his hands off of you in the back of the Uber, and as soon as the apartment door closes shut, he sleuths off all pretense of modesty, any sliver of chivalry he was holding onto at the party.

Steve, what’s gotten into you? Is this that stuff you were drinking at the party?

You’re laughing because he can’t seem to get you out of your dress fast enough, painfully hard beneath you as you run your fingers through his tussled hair, straddling him on the couch.

Dunno. haven’t…

He huffs out a breath, brows furrowed, pupils blown wide.

…haven’t ffelt like this in a while.

Hands dragging up and down your sides, his lips worship every inch of your body. And you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating the moment he leans up to your ear, murmuring oh-so-gently:

Want you to ride me.

Please.

Brand fucking new, for Steve to voice his needs like that. You pull back, resting a hand against his chest, and he stares up at you like you’re the only person he’s ever known, completely exposed and defenseless. His heart thumps erratically under your fingertips—a reminder of his mortality, that he’s still just a man. Your man.

You keep him underneath you all night, teasing mercilessly until he’s a groaning, panting mess underneath you—cheeks flushed, hips bucking, nails gripping at the upholstery. He can’t do anything but take it, head rolling against the back of the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock, grinding slow and hard, coming to a complete halt before speeding back up.

And he’s grinning like an idiot the whole time.

F-fuck, you feel… you feel so good, a-always so good.

God, I love you.

He’s a stuttering mess when you finally let him come, a string of broken syllables that spell out your name.

When he rushes up to kiss you, you grin against his mouth, closing a gentle hand around his neck. Your index finger slides over to his pulse point, just to the right of his Adam’s apple, tapping in time with the rhythm of a heart that only beats for you.

Frank:

Frank drinks when he’s pissed. And today’s just been… one of those days. Repair went south on a boat he’s been working on for weeks, and he was called into Mary’s school (for the third time this month) because she’d snuck her laptop in her bag and got into a fight over it at recess.

He’s just dropped Mary off to stay at Roberta’s (after a lengthy conversation about ‘keeping that damn laptop at home’). On the drive back, he’s gripping the steering wheel hard enough to leave indents because all he can think about right now is you, you, you.

He returns to an empty house, and it takes him a few bottles of liquid courage before he’s shakily looking up your name in his short list of contacts, texting you five simple words:

Can you come over tonight?

Like a dog to a whistle, you’re there in under 10.

He yanks open the door after the first knock, his lips swallowing your soft greeting as he kisses you fiercely, wasting no time as he pulls you into his bedroom.

Calloused hands drag down your hips, squeezing your ass before he slides your jeans off, pushing you onto the bed. Kissing his way up your neck, lips hovering over your jaw as heavy breaths warm up your skin.

Frank, you alright? W-what’s going on?

You slow him down, fingers grasping at the short hairs on his nape.

He nods against the crook of your neck, pulling back with a quiet sigh.

Yeah, m’fine, I just….

He’s never been great with words, but the familiar strain in his eyes tells you all you need to know. Cupping his face in both hands, you pull him back down, and his grateful lips respond to yours with fervor. His arm moves south, palm warm and heavy against your sex as he cups your mound. Drags his fingers against the wet patch on your panties until you’re arching into his touch and mewling against his mouth.

He’s desperate too, practically throbbing by the time he hastily shucks his boxers down and reaches for a condom in the bedside drawer. His hands are shaking, unable to tear his eyes away from you—your naked form sprawled on top of his sheets, fingers drawing lazy circles over your clit as you smile up at him.

And when he finally sinks into your heat, it’s the first time in days the noise in his brain goes silent.

He fills his mind, instead, with images of you.

Your coquettish grin, delicate lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks as you blink up at him.

I’m all yours, baby.

Whatever you want.

You bring his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek against his palm. Soft, pink lips mold around the tip of his thumb as you suck gently, circling your tongue over the tip, and it sends him over the edge.

With one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, he drives into you, deep. Hits that one spot inside you that’s got your pretty eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Fuck, yes. Right there, don’t stop.

Shit—m’not, not gonna last.

Let go for me, baby, I've got you.

He cums with a low groan, collapsing forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out. When the aftershocks pass, you let him stay there for a while, fingers caressing the back of his neck while you listen to his breathing even out.

He rolls off of you, mumbling a quiet apology, embarrassment etched into his brows as he lets out a low chuckle.

Didn’t mean to jump you as soon as you got here.

Your chest heaves with laughter as you turn to the side, pink lips stretched into a wicked grin as you look at him dead in the eye.

Frank, never apologize for fucking me like that.

And despite everything that’s gone wrong that day, your words send butterflies to the pit of his stomach, making him blush like he’s a high schooler on prom night.

He’s only known you for a couple months now, and you’re a few years younger—vibrant and affectionate in ways that make him feel guilty on most days. And even though he’s asked to ‘keep things casual’ because ‘he’s not exactly in the best place to commit to a relationship,’ he knows from the light behind your eyes that it’s time.

He asks you out for lunch the very next day.

author's note: gahh this was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! remember to drink responsibly kidz!!! If you do drink, reply&lmk what kind of drunk you are (handsy, loud, sad, etc) I’m trying to see something lol

also working on a pt.2 w/ ransom+andy but lmk if you'd like to see any other characters!

(update: read pt. 2 here!)

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lives-in-midgard · 9 months

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Dating Steve Rogers would include

Masterlist

When Steve first came out of the ice, he felt lost in this new world he was in but then he met you and you helped him.

At first, he was very shy around you but after a while you two got very close.

When Steve showed you his notebook you made it your mission to watch every movie, he has written in it with him.

And you would show him some other movies, series or music that you like.

You like to go running with him even though Steve is way faster than you.

Being friends with Bucky, Sam and the other avengers

At the beginning of your relationship, you went on a lot of dates.

drawing you

Steve is a romantic person

You mean the world to him

Steve would do anything to make you happy.

Steve would surprise you with little romantic gestures.

telling you stories about the 40s

Steve loves to call you nicknames

When you are out in public Steve gets very protective over you and is always holding your hand

Steve would teach you how to slow dance.

He would show you Brooklyn and the place he grew up.

going to Coney Island together

The day before Bucky warned you to not ride a roller coaster with Steve and then he told you the story when they went to coney island.

driving around the town with him in his motorcycle

cuddling and random hugs

adopting a dog together

worrying about Steve when he is on a mission.

The first thing he does when he comes back from a mission is giving you a hug and a lot of kisses.

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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Headcanon Masterlist

want to submit a headcanon prompt? go right ahead! don't forget to mention if there's a specific character you want in the hc 🧡

When they found out your ex was abusive (joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, bucky barnes)

When they hurt your feelings (joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, steve rogers, loki)

The first time they come to your movie premiere (joel miller, miguel o'hara, bucky barnes, jake lockley, erik killmonger)

Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill)

How they defend you from a random creepy guy at the bar (joel miller, agent whiskey, bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, marc spector)

When you think you're ugly (joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, soldier boy)

How they react to you getting injured pretty badly on a mission with them (joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, dean winchester)

When they realize they're in love (joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant)

What they smell like (steven grant, marc spector, miguel o'hara)

When you love their glorious butt (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector)

Your First Kiss With Them (bucky barnes, joel miller)

Spicy ones: 🥵

Miguel's reaction to you dancing + singing to Bad Bunny (mild) (miguel o'hara)

Hooking up with another guy named Miguel for revenge. (miguel o'hara)

Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts (mild) (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill)

When you're riding them (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, geralt of rivia)

When they take your virginity (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, carmen berzatto)

...more to come

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fizzy-dizzie · 4 months

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God I loooove artist Steve.

I think its one of his love languages, personally. Like, giving drawings a as a gift, drawing loved ones, leaving little drawings around the place as reminders or to cheer people up.

Back in the 40s during the winter when he'd be too sick to work, but well enough to sit up, he'd draw Bucky something.

Whenever he says thank you and apologize for being sick and not being able to provide like Buck can, he always assures Steve that its important for him to rest and that its THEIR money, not just Bucky's and how he'd much rather Steve stay healthy then go work and get worse.

Of course that's lovely of Buck, but that doesn't resolve his sense of utter gratitude for Bucky working to keep them both afloat, so he draws him pictures. He tries to keep it fresh but its hard in a little apartment, its usually whatever he can spy from the windows. Skyline, Birds, People walking, the occasional ally cat, anywhere he can see beauty.

And god knows Bucky just dies whenever he gets one, ranting and raving about how gorgeous it is and how he always captures such life and can manage to make anything look pretty if he tried. He started hanging them up in his room with tape and has his own little art wall in his room.

A lot of Steve's old works were lost to time in the modern day, so after he got Bucky back, he figured starting up a new art wall might be beneficial for him. Obviously Steve is busy with Captain America but when he can he'll sit and draw in his much nicer, much fancier, modern apartment.

It was nice for Steve to have a purpose behind drawing, finding time just to do it for personal fun felt unjustified but for Bucky, well if something helped Buck, he'd make all the time in the world.

When he gave Bucky the first drawing of potentially many, he didn't talk for a while. He was still on the path of recovery and Steve wasn't even sure if he remembered that he liked to draw.

After a long silence, he pondered aloud if Bucky remembered the art wall in their old apartment, 'its okay if you don't'

Bucky looked like he was trying, really trying to remember. He wanted to remember so badly.

Steve reassured it was alright, of course its okay. Its not just to remember, he figured if Bucky liked them-

And he hadn't seen Bucky so lively in a while. Head snapping up and eyes wide 'You gotta be kidding Steve, like them? This is amazing.' he shook his head and a moment passed, 'I remember you, sitting at the kitchen counter in our old apartment, always drawing whenever you could, right?'

Steve nodded, he could feel himself getting a little emotional. " yeah Buck, whenever I could," he laughed, "mostly of you."

Bucky really looked frustrated with himself at that. Steve had to clarify he wouldn't remember anyway, Steve never showed him any.

'Guess you'll have to draw me some I can see then.' Bucky huffed, some soft banter behind his tone.

Steve smiled, "Guess I will."

#help this is a headcannon turned fic #very short fic at that but still #Drabble??#Artist Steve just holds my heart tho #bringing stucky with me to my grave #40s stucky #Stucky #steve and bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mcu #stucky headcanon #stucky fic #marvel cinematic universe

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nakurumok · 1 year

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Say hi to you new AI (yet-to-be boy)friend.

#Marvel #Stony #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #AI!Tony #AvAc #Sorta #Doodle #Headcannon #Stony being cute together #Stony being sweet together #Stony Fanart #Marvel Fanart #Fanart

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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la petite mort ♡

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: French for "the little death", it is an expression that means "the brief loss or weakening of consciousness" and in modern usage refers specifically to "the sensation of post orgasm as likened to death."

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: bondage, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, pet name (mon chou, because Steve speaking French makes me wet), p in v sex, creampie, cmnf, reader calls Steve "sir", use of a Hitachi wand, ass slapping, choking

A/N: I can't find the video that inspired this, I'm so sad 😭 If I find it I'll add it here. [EDIT I found the video. Warning for ph link, don't click if you're under 18]

And mon chou translates directly to "my cabbage" but it's more like he's calling her cream puff like a choux pastry. Because Steve likes calling you something cute and full of cream 🥰

not beta'd, edited by me. so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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Steve says it's his favorite part of play time with you. When he works your body so well that your vision black and your body goes limp. Twisted pride grows inside him, relishes in the knowledge that he did this to you. He was the one who pushed you so far over the edge.

And he's working to get you there now. To bring you to the place where the pleasure becomes so strong your body can't stand it any longer.

As Steve sinks back in his wingback chair, he wonders if he should've made the ropes around your ankles tighter. Not that you could break free from where you're strapped to his black leather ottoman, but he loves the marks left behind by the braided hemp. The deeper the indents the better. He doesn't want you to feel your fucking toes.

Steve's pulled from watching your pretty toes curl when he sees your legs start to wobble and shake.

"That's it, mon chou. Need to see that pussy weep for me."

He slides to the front of his chair, elbows on his knees with his hands clasped under his chin.

Steve watches intently as you shudder in your restraints, held open wide on your knees by the ropes wrapped around your thick thighs. The Hitachi wand looped into the rope and held snug against your sopping cunt buzzes steadily even as you try to lean away, to run from your pleasure.

Steve takes note of that. He'll make sure to punish you for it later.

"Please! I can't!"

You've always been a bad liar and your messy cunt proves him right moments later.

Steve leans in closer when you suck in a breath, watches as your pussy flutters, clenches around nothing, begging for a cock you can't have. Your begs for release become more incoherent as you shake and with a scream you're gushing, nearly making a mess of Steve's blue button up. The ropes nearest to the apex of your thighs and the leather beneath you are soaked, your spend leaks around the head of the wand.

"Beautiful. So beautiful when you let go for me, mon chou."

The device doesn't stop, doesn't care that you're spent. Its master is the same as yours and he's decided that you're not done. He needs more.

Steve stands and reaches for the full globes of your ass, caressing a cheek with one hand.

"Color?"

He watches as you inhale and exhale a deep breath. You're still shaking but Steve can be patient. He may be persistent and demanding but he's not an asshole. And you know the rules.

"G-green, sir."

Steve nods and brings the hand on your ass down hard. You yelp in surprise but lean into his touch like he knew you would.

"Good girl."

With the wand still assaulting your poor cunt but you're almost numb to it at this point. Steve understands, you're been at this for a while. But he needs at least one more. And you will give it to him.

Steve's kept your cunt empty for the duration of your play time today for a reason. He wanted you to beg, wanted to see tears run down your pretty cheeks. And you've done so well. He can look past your little disobediences for now. You're crying for him to fill you as he caresses you now. He flips the switch on the wand before pulling it loose from your leg restraints. Steve's big, warm hands run the length of your spine and over the supple curves of you. Now that the constant tingling pressure is gone your body feels lighter, but still buzzing. The light caresses to your aching nipples are both not enough and too much under the rough pads of his fingers. Every touch makes you cry harder when he leans over you. Steve's bulge strains, fighting against crisp, pressed khaki and ghosting nearer to you with an energy that's palpable.

He's standing behind you with you spread and presenting before him when the sound of his zipper lowering echoes through the quiet room. Steve doesn't drop his pants, doesn't loosen the buttons of the shirt, doesn't bare his flesh to you in any way you crave. There is no intimacy in the way he moves to enter you now with his meaty cock. You're nothing more than a hole he can play with as he pleases. Even as he teases your sensitive skin with his touch, you know your place.

Steve grips your hip with one hand, pushing down on your lower back to arch you even higher as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds. You're still dripping, oozing over his tip when he pushes against your heat.

He's waiting patiently. You know what he wants you to say.

"Please, sir."

"Yes? Please, what?"

The slit on his tip slips past your clit and you both gasp in unison.

"Please," you sob, "fuck me, sir."

Steve slides into your needy cunt in one smooth motion. You're so wet he barely needs to wait for you to adjust to his size before he's drilling into you. The hand not digging bruises into your hip is holding you down by your neck. Steve loves watching your eyes roll back when he pushes with just the right amount of pressure. Your lips part with a silent scream, your body shaking already after a few powerful strokes. Steve lifts a foot off the floor to rest on the ottoman, pumping into you with even more force, bumping your cervix in the most delicious way.

"You love taking this fat cock, huh? Fucking love the way I fill you up."

He doesn't care if you answer, he knows you do. Of course you do. You were made to take his cock.

His strokes pick up speed, the ropes on your legs the only thing keeping you from launching off the ottoman.

The zipper of Steve's pants catches against the smooth skin of your ass in random intervals, a pinching pain that surprises you every time and makes your cunt clench around his cock harder in anticipation for the next bite of metal.

"You gonna come for me, mon chou? Or do I have to leave you here with just your little toy for the rest of the night."

You cry out, shaking your head "no" at the thought of him leaving you empty again. The heat in your core builds once more and you can barely stand it. Between the sting of the zipper and the hand around your throat it doesn't take long before you're coming again, your cunt pulsing, squirting all over him and making a mess of Steve's pants and the bottom of his shirt.

"Fuck, that's it. That's it, mon chou. Can't help but make a fucking mess, can you?"

The tight heat of your cunt has Steve's strokes going sloppy. He drops to his hands on both sides of your head, relishing in your mewling cries. Your eyelids droop closed, unable to stay open as your body goes slack underneath Steve's massive form.

His balls tighten and his legs shake when he comes with a shout, emptying his seed deep inside you.

Steve slides out slowly, watching your cunt clench and push out his thick cream after he's gone. He's gentle working his seed back in, not wanting a drop to go to waste.

"Still with me, mon chou?"

You nod your head slightly and Steve presses a kiss to your cheek.

He praises you as he unties the ropes that bind you, tells you how amazing you are as he frees you from their tight hold. His fingers run their course over the twisting pattern imprinted on your skin.

Steve hums in satisfaction, smiling to himself at the masterpiece he created.

Before you can collapse he's got you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom and filling up the tub. Once it's warm and he's undressed himself, you're snoring softly.

Steve knows how exhausted you are and he's proud of you for holding on while being pushed to a new limit. He holds you to his chest as you snooze, already planning how he can push you even further next time.

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fan fiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x plus size!reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers headcannon #my fics

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marblebarble · 4 months

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Hc Steve and Bucky know at least a little bit of French and German from the war. At the very least, they can read signs like "Warning: Danger Ahead" or something like that. They might've even picked up some Japanese from the Pacific front. Nobody else knows about this until Bucky's morning brain forgets how to say "where's the coffee machine" in English so he asks in sleepy French and Cap, without missing a beat, responds with "à côté du grille-pain."

Peter, who's taking three language classes, has them help him with his homework.

#marvel #mcu #headcannons #steve rogers #bucky barnes #peter parker #the avengers #headcanon #captain america #winter soldier

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winfreywrites · 7 months

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steve x tony moodboard

god i want them to beat each other up and kiss so bad

#tony x steve #tony stark #steve rogers #winter soldier #captain america #the avengers #marvel #iron man #headcannons #moodboard #marvel moodboard #ship #ship moodboard

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the-salem-devil · 2 years

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DATING BUCKY BARNES WOULD INCLUDE..

-Him brightening immediately whenever you enter the room, i’m talking full scowl turns into a warm smile.

-He freaks out whenever your on your period because you being in the slightest bit of pain is illegal.

-Trying to cook dinner for you, (He doesn’t almost light the kitchen on fire I swear Doll, no please don’t come in-)

-The reason he loves Disney movies so much is because he loves the happy endings, you always see him smile goofily and snuggle closer when they happen.

-Holding your hand with his flesh arm so he can put his thumb on your pulse, it calms him down when you’re both stuck in a large crowd.

-He will never admit it, but he’s scared of The Cats movie.

-Snuggling late into the morning after a rough night of nightmares, he just holds you to his chest and strokes you hair silently.

-He is defiantly the type of boyfriend to tell you to put on a fashion show if you ever bought new clothes, clapping and giving you 10/10 on each outfit.

-If you’d introduce him to your friends he’d act polite but distant and would defiantly cling to you a lot.

-Would tell Steve everything about you, your favourite colour, your favourite food/drink, everything. (But he’d never share something your not comfortable with <3)

-The best secret keeper, you can confess about anything and his lips are sealed tight with flex tape.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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A conversation, at some point, with BNW

“You know,” Steve and Bucky look at you sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, “I’d like to go somewhere.”

“Anywhere you want, little omega.” Bucky squeezes Steve’s hand, they’re undeniable happiness at having you in their life had only added to their happiness at having each other.

“Where do you want to go, sweetheart?” Steve lifted his coffee cup to his lips, sipping on the strong brew inside.

“A nude beach.” You speak so plainly, so naturally.

Steve is immediately hit with shock and like something from an act, he spews out his coffee as his eyes grow wide. He can’t believe he’s heard you say what you’ve said, and although the tries to get Bucky to help with the impending topic, his mate and best friend only grins wolfishly.

“Y/N, honey…” Steve sets his cup down and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You do know what a nude beach is-“

“Natasha,” you stand and approached the window of your home, your state of being partially undressed is as cute as it is arousing, since you’d stolen Bucky’s shirt and that’s all you’re wearing, “said the best way to tan without inhabitants is to lay on the sand naked from head to toe.”

“Natasha-“

“I think that’s a great idea, little one.” Bucky smacks his hand over Steve’s mouth to cut him off, speaking over the blonde. “We should go to a nude beach.”

“Yeah? Really?” You turn and bound toward him, looping your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek, his shirt on your body raising to give a peek at the cute little boyshort panties you wore.

“A private-“ Steve smacks Bucky’s hand away and gives him a dirty look. “-beach. Just us.”

“I have a whole bucket list of things I wanna do, and a nude beach is one of them.” You beam and hug Steve next, eager for their cooperation. “I’m so excited! When are we leaving? Now? Tomorrow?”

“Stark owes us a favour, he’s got connections. Go pack, beautiful.” Bucky shoos you off and ignores Steve’s attempt at another look, shrugging him off. “Better pack, Cap. We’re going on a vacation.”

#brave new world: author headcannon #brave new world: drabble #brave new World Series: mini-drabble #silverfox!alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader x silverfox!alpha!bucky barnes #alpha!stucky x omega!reader fluff #silverfox!alpha!stucky x omega!reader

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megamindslair · 10 months

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Not that anyone asked but 👀👀👀 random NSFW HCs about Steve Rogers

Also, minors DNI. Dont be in a hurry to grow up babes.

Random thought I had was....which characters would go HAM on your 😻😻😻

First up, 40s Steve 👀

Absolutely not. Boy wouldnt know where to find the clit if you drew him a map. Would probably blush and stammer the whole time.

Next up, WS Steve 👀

He'd be more open to it, but would still need a map. Constantly asking if youre sure. Like nah bruh, I asked you to go downtown for fits and giggles 🙄

Next up, Nomad Steve 👀

Woof 😭 he would eat like it was his first meal in a week. Would deff keep going no matter how many times you came. Sheeeeit, would probably go for fourths and fifths 😭 he's way past asking for permission 👏🏽

#steve rogers #captain america #the avengers #marvel smut #marvel #headcannons #this is for funsies

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paranormal-pajama-phantom · 2 years

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can I request a Steve Rogers x reader head cannon

Y/n takes a bullet for Steve (and survives ) and he visits her in the med bay telling her that she shouldn’t have done. he then says he loves her and kisses her

I like this idea a lot its an interesting idea to think about

💕Steve with an S/O who takes a bullet for him 💕

-Very upset with you

-like super upset

-But he's also really frightened

-for a second he thought he might have lost you and it would have been his fault

-he even contemplates ending things with you because he cant bare seeing you hurt like this

-but then he sees your face and his heart just...unravels

-Smother you to death with kisses and wont stop telling you how much he loves you

-he'll hold you tightly and refuse to let go until another one of the avengers has to come and literally pull him off of you

-after all's said and done then he'll sit you done and tell you how stupid and dangerous what you did was

-Steve won't yell or scream but he does have a semi harsh tone in his voice

-only because he loves you and would be lost if you were gone

Come back soon! 💌

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Headcanons

Dylan O'Brien

Andy Barber

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale

Eddie Diaz

Harry Styles

Fezco (Euphoria)

Steve Rogers

Colby Brock

Henry Cavill

Eddie Munson

Pablo Schreiber

#headcanon #dylan o'brien headcannon #andy barber headcanon #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans headcanon #ransom drysdale headcanon #eddie diaz headcanon #steve rogers headcanon #harry styles headcanon #colby brock headcanon #black reader

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collectionsofbitsandbops · 2 years

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Marvel characters as customers at my coffeeshop:

Basically been on my mind and so here are my thoughts. Obviously note these are my opinions. Typing this on my phone so excuse any mistakes.

Steve and Bucky: they both get drip coffee with cream and sugar. Since cream and sugar were rationed when they grew up its a treat that they get to have every morning. They tip and it took a while for them to figure out the whole credit card thing. They always say good morning and thank you. Overall a good customer and welcome regulars.

Sam: this man is the perfect customer. He likes to get the special or whatever the barista recommends. However if it's busy he will get a drip coffee since it takes less work. He always tips. Always calls you by your name. Asks how your day is going. Compliments your music or outfit. Best customer out there and favorite regular by far. Oh he also always offers to pay for his friends. He might even pay for the person behind him. Literally makes your day as soon as he enters the shop.

Natasha: never gets the same thing since she's a spy and is trained not to have a routine. Knew your name the first day without asking for it. It took you a moment to realize this. Cash only. Will tip and once stole the wallet of a man who refused to tip. A mysterious 100$ appeared in the tip jar.

Clint: like natasha he doesn't have a regular. Will use your name and asks how you are. The creepy guy who hit on you never showed up after you informed Clint it in passing once. Sometimes orders pastries to bring home.

Tony: a busy man who gets the largest cold brew. Doesn't really talk. It's more of a nod, you ring him up, he pays, and leaves. He's usually on his phone. Would be annoying but he tips well and if someone new is there he introduces himself and what he orders. He's a regular you can count on to be polite and simple.

Bruce: shows up Monday morning at opening for a cup of coffee and to order a bag of beans. He makes himself coffee at home for the rest of the week. Super polite and honestly a great first customer for the start of the shift. However if you're a minute late he will mention it.

Thor: so excited to try everything and also wants to learn about it. Asks the difference between espresso and drip. Has tried everything and keeps note of what he likes and doesn't like. Also likes to order for his friends. A lively customer who is a great tester for your new specials. Sometimes too much energy for when you are having a bad day. But he often noticedls this and buys you a pastry in hopes it makes you feel better.

Loki: the type to order a pourover and peer over the counter to make sure you get it right. Will have you remake a drink if it does not satisfy him. Great taste but terrible customer. Oh also offended at how little money baristas are paid and makes a point to tip really well. He mentions how even the servents of asgard get paid more and better benefits. Also has stolen from customers who don't tip. The only reason he's not banned from the shop is because the tip jar is filled each time he comes in. Sometimes even with random things like jewelry or magical objects.

Peter Parker: doesn't take too much caffeine. Gets a tea or lemonade. Sometimes food. Usually comes after school with friends to study. Apologizes about being too rowdy but honestly they aren't too bad. Aks you a bunch of questions and shares cool facts. Always cleans up and tucks in the chairs afterwards. Personally I would love him and would sneak him a bunch of treats and discounts.

#avengers headcanon #steve rogers headcanon #bucky barnes headcanon #tony stark headcanon #natasha romanoff headcanon #clint barton headcannon #loki headcanon #thor headcanon #peter parker headcanon #coffeeshop au #literally just my opnion #bruce banner headcanons #sam wilson headcanon

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