#steve rogers headcannon

[astheskycries]

For Tickle Thursday could we have something with the holidays? If I may be selfish and suggest something that happened this holiday season in my own family and my bf handled it like a trooper afterwards!

How would they cheer you up over holiday family drama once you got back home? Would they wait for you to get home or would it be playful in the snowball fight and cold hand tickles?

If I might be doubly selfish might I request either Steve Frank or Henry?

Absolutely! As someone who also has some... interesting situations with family around the holidays, I'm sending you all the love and support <3 I'm also going to take some liberty with this and assume that there was some drama and things said that were unnecessary and rude, without being specific but so that it gives a basis for you on these scenarios.

First and foremost, Steve would tell off anyone who would dare say or do anything to upset you. He's used to being uncomfortable, especially after being so weak in the past and thrown into the future, but he doesn't tolerate people hurting the people he loves. Unless it's expressed you don't want him to get involved, he's going to defend his girl and make sure to get you out as soon as possible.

Now he will wait until you get home, but on the way in he'll hit you from behind with a (gentle) snowball. He'll have a blast throwing snow at each other, chasing each other, tacking you to the ground and rolling around while slipping icy fingers up your shirt to tease your sensitive skin, laughing along with you. Of course it ends with a sweet kiss, a hot bath with your soldier, and promises of hot chocolate and your favorite holiday cookies while snuggled together.

Frank can be a bit... mouthier than Steve, but the same rules apply; unless you tell him to stay out of it, he's going to jump to your defense (admittedly a bit more aggressively than Steve initially would) and make sure you get the apology you deserve. Now when you get home? Roberta will have already gotten a text to take Mary and you're going to spend the day in bed, snuggling and getting gentle tickles as you laze about and get pampered by Frank. He's gonna make sure you know how much he adores you.

[florhibiscus]

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Marvel VS Kissing

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson

Notes: Marvel Headcannons. As always, I've not proofread and let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Steve Rogers – The Gentleman 

Style: Slow, deliberate, and reverent.Steve kisses like every moment with you is precious. He’s the type to pause just before he kisses you, letting that one breath of tension build before he closes the distance. There’s a sense of awe in the way he touches you—his hand often gently cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he’s memorizing every part of you.

Forehead kisses? Constant. He adores them.

He’s not overly possessive in public, but when the moment’s private, he’ll kiss you like it’s the last time before a battle.

Whispered “You okay?” or “I missed you” between kisses. He’s verbal. He wants you to know how he feels.

Freebie: Rain. Slow dancing. Quiet after an argument. He’s all about emotional resonance.

Sweet Love in Jazz Park

They ducked beneath the edge of the old park gazebo, where the string lights swayed gently in the breeze. The crowd was thinning, laughter fading under umbrellas and retreating footsteps, but Steve didn’t want to leave—not yet.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones caught off guard.” You said, wringing the fresh water droplets from your hair, your eyes never leaving Steve’s.

He smiled softly, wiping a drop from his nose. “Yeah, but I’m glad I’m with you.” The words felt like an unexpected gift, as if they were both testing the edges of something new. His voice, low and honest, felt steady and sure.

A few seconds passed, the rain still pouring down in sheets around you both, but it didn’t matter anymore. The world had narrowed to just this—a small, quiet space where you don’t need words to feel everything that needed to be said.

Steve stepped closer, one hand gently brushing your cheek, his thumb catching a stray raindrop, and without hesitation, he leaned in.

It wasn’t a kiss born from fireworks or passion—it was softer than that. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of beginnings, of the small moments that create something bigger. A kiss of trust, of vulnerability, of something still unfolding.

Bucky Barnes – The Desperate Softness

Style: Raw, emotional, and grounding.Bucky’s kisses feel like they’re pulling him back into the present. He kisses you to remind himself he’s alive, that he’s loved, and that he’s safe. He can go from slow and soft to desperate and needy in a heartbeat, especially when he’s scared of losing you.

Often buries his hands in your hair, pulling you in like he’s afraid to let go.

Prefers private moments—he’s uncomfortable with too many eyes, but behind closed doors, he’s endlessly affectionate.

Loves quiet, close kisses where your foreheads rest together after. He breathes with you.

Freebie: Kissing your knuckles or the back of your hand when words won’t come.

I’m Done Holding Back

Bucky had been quiet in your shared room when you had asked if he was alright. He insisted he wasn’t but it was okay, that he had you and that he was just thinking, which was never fully a good thing when he was left to simmer too long by himself. You let him rant, only offering silent encouragement.

“I want to show you something, though. Something that’s mine. That’s ours.”

He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you with a purposeful stride. You didn’t back away, didn’t hesitate. Instead, meet him halfway, your breath hitching as your bodies were just inches apart.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, then reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek gently, almost as if testing the sensation of having control of this moment—having control over himself. His eyes searched for any trace of doubt, but there was nothing. Only love. Only trust.

And then, without another word, he kisses you.

It wasn’t a tentative, unsure action. It wasn’t a soft or gentle press of the lips. It was a kiss of desperation—the kind of kiss you give when you need to remind yourself of your own humanity, when you need to prove that you are alive.

Thor Odinson – The Gentle Storm

Style: Passionate, dramatic, and joyful.Thor is an all-consuming romantic. He kisses like he loves—with the force of thunder and the warmth of sunlight. There’s no holding back. Every kiss feels like he’s celebrating life, like you’re the most important moment in the universe right now.

Likes to dip you without warning.

Palm cradling your face, leaning in with eyes sparkling, then brushing your lips like it’s a ritual.

Loud laughter after kisses. “By the Norns, you’re magnificent.”

Freebie: He kisses your forehead and nose when he’s being playful, but crashes into your mouth when he’s serious.

Let Me Worship You

The fire crackles low. Outside, rain falls in sheets. Inside, Thor kneels behind you on the fur-draped floor, brushing your hair away from your neck with the gentleness of a poet.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

He presses a kiss just below your ear, slow and reverent. Then another, lower. His breath is warm, his touch even warmer. You tilt your head slightly, giving him permission.

He murmurs something in Old Norse against your skin—his voice like velvet and thunder.

You twist to face him, and when your eyes meet, he looks almost shy for a second. Then his lips find yours—deep, slow, sacred. Like you’re the treasure at the heart of Asgard. Like kissing you might bring back the stars.

“I have seen a thousand galaxies.” He says softly, lips brushing yours again. “None are more radiant than you.”

Peter Parker – The Tender Enthusiast

Style: Sweet, nervous, and always 100% invested.Peter kisses like each time is a gift—and he doesn’t want to waste a single second of it. He’s so in love it radiates off him. Early on, he overthinks everything (Where do my hands go? Am I too much?), but once he’s comfortable with you, he’s golden.

Can’t help but smile during kisses. His lips twitch mid-kiss. He’s hopeless.

Loves quick, constant pecks throughout the day: cheek, temple, top of your head—he’s a hummingbird of affection.

But when he’s serious? He’s surprisingly good at slow, deep kisses, with hands on your waist and a whispered “You’re everything.”

Freebie: He apologizes after first kisses. “Sorry if that was—uh, I mean, was it good? You’re amazing. Can we—can I do it again?”

Unexpectedly Bold, Unshakably Confident

You’re rambling. Peter’s watching you with this half-lidded smile—quiet, focused, and something else. Something... new.

“You’re staring.” You say, finally catching it.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. I am.”

You blink. “What?”

“You look really good when you ramble.” He says, standing from his chair. He walks toward you slowly, a subtle swagger in his step. “And I’m kinda done pretending I don’t want to kiss you every time you do.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already there—his hands at your hips, his mouth finding yours with certainty and heat. It’s not sloppy or shy—it’s deliberate. Practiced. Grown.

When he pulls back, you’re breathless. “Where the hell did that come from?”

His lips pull to form a sly smirk. Offering a wink to you before going back for more. (He’s been watching youtube tutorials.)

Sam Wilson – The Steady Flame

Style: Smooth, slow, and deeply reassuring.Sam kisses with intention. He’s confident, relaxed, and knows exactly how to read your energy. Every kiss from him says “You’re home.” He’s present in every moment, and he makes you feel like the most grounded, loved person in the world.

He makes eye contact first. That lingering, soul-seeing kind.

His kisses are full of warmth and pressure, but always gentle. He doesn’t rush.

Will lean in and kiss you mid-sentence if you’re rambling or worried. Just to calm you.

Freebie: Pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring, “You’re doing great” when you doubt yourself.

I’m Not Letting You Walk Away

You’re halfway to the door, shoes on, jaw clenched. The argument was low-key but heavy, and you need air.

Sam moves before you can turn the handle.

He grabs your wrist—not hard, but firm. You turn, about to snap, but he steps into your space. No words. Just presence.

Then he kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not casual. It’s him saying everything he couldn’t get out in the heat of the moment. His lips are demanding, his grip strong as his mouth claims yours like he’s trying to erase the distance between you. You kiss back, surprised, breath catching in your throat.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath shallow.

“I don’t care if we fight. I don’t care if we’re mad. But you don’t walk away. Not from me. Not from this.”

You nod, dazed. He kisses you again—softer this time—but it’s still fire under the surface.

[th3sungod]

fic idea "Muscle Memory"

Bucky barely has any memories of being James Barnes, besides things he's read and flashes of the war in specific. Nothing of the suave sweet-talking skirt chaser that would always overshare how his nights went to Steve, just to see the man blush.

He's moved into the compound after being cleared by the Avengers, under a probationary period for a year until he's actually considered a free man. With no trigger words, he's a blank slate.

He knows, vaguely, that he had a relationship with Steve, but neither mention it. But he remembers sharing bedrolls in Europe, and fleeting kisses while bo other privates were around.

It's out of nowhere, really, when he replies to something Steve says with a simple "Sure, pal" or automatically retort with their whole 'punk' and 'jerk' shtick. Steve smiles at him all soft and sweet whenever he does it, but it wasn't really a conscious thing and he's not quite sure where it came from.

Slowly, his forced neutral accent starts to slip whenever he's around Steve -- both dipping into old Brooklyn in a way that surprises some of the other Avengers. Bucky even starts to flirt with him, all  syrupy sweet comments that are half-teasing and half something he can't quite name.

With the words coming back, he has flashes of memories too. Less dissociative, being that he can see them out of his own eyes and remember exactly how it felt on his tongue to say it. Whenever he says something a tad too familiar, he remembers the last time he'd spoken a similar sentiment.

And then he says something stupid, he can't quite remember what it was, but the memory is of Steve rolling his eyes and telling him he should watch his mouth " 'fore his ma hears ", but it tries too hard to be annoyed and Bucky from the memory laughs and kisses Steve. He doesn't take the threat seriously, and Steve was obviously petulant about the whole thing, but slotted up to Bucky nicely, with an expression Modern-Steve has far too often.

Memory-Bucky knows that look. It's the one Steve tries to hide around peers and neighbours, the one that could mean getting caught doing something not even god could forgive them for -- which Steve doesn't believe, but Bucky always says they're just as good as sinners.

It's love. Pure, unavoidable, love that Bucky realizes Steve still holds for him.

And some that he might still harbor in tandem.

All because of some useless flirting.

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im not gonna write this but if someone does please dm/tag me i so wanna read something like it 🙏. anyways hope yall enjoyed lol

[ghoststillhaunting]

Bucky Has A Fuck Ass Name

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Bucky, but he has a truly unfortunate name (like seriously, who in their right mind would name their kid after one of the top 5 worst presidents in American history).

So I propose the headcannon that his parents were immigrants and, in an attempt to assimilate into American society better, they decided to give their child an American sounding name and what's more patriotic than naming your child after a US president! However, they didn't know anything about the US presidents (cause really, as a non-American, why would you?) so they just kind of picked the first one they saw that sounded good and just went with it. Unfortunately, that just so happened to be James Buchanan.

This is why he goes by Bucky cause he absolutely hates his name with a burning passion and hates the association with the real life fuck ass president. Steve, cause he's a little shit, teases him about it all the time, calling him "Mr. President" and comparing Bucky to the motherfucker. Steve thinks it's the funniest shit ever, Bucky does not.

[levanswrites]

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 to 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!)

[embersofnovember]

steve rogers headcanons !!

warnings : angst (?), mentions of death, just some silly headcannons bc my man is too overhated

enjoy!!

- he definitely has a record collection in his apartment on one of his shelves with a bunch of music from the 30s and he doesn't let anyone touch it

- technicallyyy isn't a headcanon since he went to art school in the comics and also is shown in the films to be really good at drawing but when he's not captain america (yk fighting people and stuff), he likes to keep a small sketchbook in his back pocket so he can draw whenever he's bored. like a small notepad that's similar to the one he keeps for writing new things down that he doesn’t know ab since the guy is ancient and missed a fair bit

- has a pet fish. a big orange one with bug eyes to be exact (no i'm not elaborating why)

- whenever a girl tries to flirt with him (which is like, all the time) he gets really awkward and stutters a bunch

—>also, if a girl ever tries hinting anything, he’s completely oblivious

- idk i think this guy has a crazy spice tolerance

- HATES cheese but he loves pretzels—whenever he buys a pretzel and he even glances at the melted cheddar cheese they sometimes offer he has to resist the urge to grimace because he can’t think of anything worse

- he confides and is openly vulnerable with natasha during the blip as they’d been through a lot together. when he went back in time, he was secretly really excited to come back and tell natasha everything only to find out she died

- ate cement as a kid

- heavily dislikes trains (he can’t stop thinking about how he couldn’t save his best friend despite every time he steps foot on one)

- since his parents were irish and he immigrated to america when he was a kid, he’s always considered the idea of going back to ireland to see if he can figure out his family tree, but never acted on it

- he never gets panic attacks, like ever, but the one time he does it’s after tony dies and he suddenly can’t get over anything that’s happened to him in the last hundred years

- a country music fan i don’t make the rules (clint introduced it to him)

- attempts (miserably) to make pop culture references to try and fit in and make people laugh but all he gets is questioning looks

- in the tower, his nickname was ‘fossil’ for a long time (mostly because of stark)

all in all, this guy is the fattest cinnamon roll ever and he’s hopelessly clueless :P

[andikilledsparky2]

[m1dv1ght]

Okay so I was rewatching Avengers Infinity War, and we all know Tony Stark has that weird little screen phone thing, but he has a flip phone with Steve Rogers number in it, which leads me to believe/headcannon that post Civil War Tony Stark has a flip phone with only Steve Rogers number it in that he carries with him at all times/in case of emergency, in this essay i will-

[astheskycries]

Tickle Tuesday! Specifically for Maggie and Steve if that's okay. If either of them are ticklish, how did the other find out?

Amber!!! Thank you for thinking of them ❤️

Maggie was a bit of an accident. While there is a tickle scene in Protected, though very brief, Steve mostly found out when they were getting more comfortable with each other and spending more time together while she was under house arrest. He playfully poked at her ribs, saw the flinch, and made a mental note as he apologized. She downplayed it, of course, but once they started showing affection he’d occasionally tickle her when teasing her or to hear her laugh. He’s VERY careful with her and her asthma though, which she finds so sweet.

Steve had EVERYTHING heightened when he received the serum, and while he wasn’t really a ticklish person before he is a bit more now. It’s nothing insane, just his ribs and knees mostly (I believe that’s the canon, I’ll confirm when I can), but Maggie found out when she playfully tried to push him off during one of their play wrestling events, and the noise of shock he made caught her off guard. Good luck trying to get the upper hand though, he’s more than happy to use the serum to his advantage 🥰

[sleepyafcapricorn]

𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙇 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

headcanons to yandere bucky barnes x pregnant reader

it's already bad enough that you got kidnapped by an obsessed bucky barnes, but how will he react when he finds out you're pregnant? And how will he treat you throughout your pregnancy?

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'����𝐀𝐑𝐀

headcanons to miguel o'hara x pregnant reader

getting pregnant is one thing, but how will your beloved partner, miguel o'hara, react to it when he finds out? and how will he be like throughout your pregnancy?

weekend mornings (miguel o'hara x pregnant reader)

after waking up, you got a little worried when you couldn't find miguel beside you.

priorities (miguel o'hara x wife reader)

miguel got injured after a mission and you insist for your stubborn husband to go to the medical center.

small headcanons to miguel o'hara after pregnant wife reader gives birth

what is miguel like after you had given birth to your beautiful baby?

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

headcanons to getting married and going on a honeymoon with yandere steve rogers. 🔞

after being forced to get married to a heavily obsessed and insanely in love steve rogers, you will have to go through the honeymoon he planned specially to get you to stay with him forever.

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p.s: if there isn't any new announcements about a hiatus or a break, i will be updating every three to seven days. it could be an update for any fandom.

[alittlesketchy3]

So I made a layout map of what I HC the avengers tower to be since I couldn't find anything on what it is, I needed a map to help visualize it

Also, some headcannons about Avengers Tower Domestic Life (some built off of truth, some true, some just headcannons) (mostly Bruce headcannons):

-Hulk and Bruce have separate bedrooms, but both are relatively barren

-Nobody dares go in Hulk's room. One time Natasha peeked inside to find Hulk and found his entire room covered in shelves and on the shelves were little glass animals, and in the center of the room is just a mattress and blanket and a plush animal. Anyone who goes in Hulk's room besides hulk would break anything, and since nobody wants to piss off Hulk they don't go in there

-Natasha and Thor spar a lot, Steve and Thor spar a lot, Thor likes to spar. Thor keeps trying to convince Bruce to turn into Hulk to spar but Bruce doesn't want to

-Clint has one of the highest up rooms because he likes to be up high

-Thor likes to be in Bruce and Tony's lab because he's curious about Midgardian tech. At first the two are like "umm I guess" but they realize Thor isn't as dumb as he seems and he helps them build stuff sometimes

-Tony isn't allowed to cook. Neither is Steve. Bruce and Natasha can cook. Clint can only make simple things. Thor would over-season everything and kill someone so he's not allowed to cook

-Sam likes to stop by whenever he's in the city. He's allowed to cook.

-Bucky ends up living in the tower. He and Steve share a room since they're able to restrain one another if the other wakes up fighting from a nightmare

-Thor and Bruce's rooms are right beside one another's. Bruce has grown to like being near Thor, and Thor is the only one who can go toe-to-toe with Hulk in a pinch

-Thor may not be able to make Hulk calm down back into Bruce, but he can make Hulk calm down enough to stop smashing things.

-Bruce's transformation into Hulk is incredibly painful, since his bones have to snap and then reform, his skin has to stretch insane amounts, his muscles may rip in the process, and his organs have to swell to man times their size to be able to accommodate for Hulk. The reverse is true for Hulk: it's excruciating because everything has to be compressed and shrunk. They both probably scream in agony and have not so pretty marks from changing.

-Thor doesn't ever get sick.

-Tony turns legal documents and printed information about upcoming missions into paper airplanes and sends them about the living room. Sometimes there are 15-20 paper airplanes scattered around the room. He's mastered the technique of folding paper airplanes.

-Steve likes to sit outside on the deck and draw the sunsets, or he likes to draw his fellow Avengers while they're just doing stuff.

-Bucky ends up being able to trust Bruce to tell him anything and finds that Thor is able to give more powerful and anchoring hugs than Steve, so only Steve and Thor get to give Bucky hugs. Soon, Hulk can too.

-The lab(s) gets caught on fire at least once a month.

-Equipment often needs to be replaced in the training room because of Thor and the supersoldiers, while Hulk doesn't go in the training room

-Steve and Bruce are actually good buddies (they bond over talking about statistics, Tony, and just basic life stuff, they have similar views on life and like talking to each other in a philosophical manner) and everyone is a lot closer knit than most people realize

-Bruce doesn't know how to say no very well if he isn't in a bad mood so everyone else will say no for him if they can tell he doesn't want it, like in public or things

-Bruce doesn't like going in public alone, especially not in NYC

(Sorry this was long, I'll probably post more HCs for X-Men and Avengers)

[beecanons]

Stony headcanons >:3 -Loki

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark, aka Stony headcanons!

playful banter most common form of flirting between them. anywhere from comebacks and insults to cheeky digs and callbacks to something the other said/did. "your shit aim could use some work!" "language, cap." "yeah yeah"

lingering eyes they will stare at each other. from across the room, in passing, whatever excuse they can use to stare. tony will be staring at whatever view he can get of steve. hes the guy that thinks you cant see what hes staring at because hes got sunglasses on but everyone knows.

knock out tony will tease steve by using a lot of lingo from the 40's especially when they visit the captain america (and winter soldier) museum.

the ol' one two they aslo flirt but hitting each other. not aggressively but they occasionally hit one another on the arm or nudge each other back and forth, a little firm poke at one another. but really deep down they want to make out.

date night disaster they can never make up their mind where to go. tony wants to go to a 5 star place for dinner, steve wants to go have a casual dinner at a diner and a movie but tony's either already seen it or isnt interested and doesnt like public cinema. and when they finally do make up their mind it often ends with some guy getting punched in the face and the two of them agreeing to never go there again while they get desert from a food truck.

"i know that look" theres several looks they both know from each other. tony's looks are often "im going to do something stupid" "i have an idea that'll probably backfire" and something not age appropriate. while steve's looks are usually "i have something dumb to say" "im about to punch this guy" and "god my boyfriend is an adorable idiot".

protectiveness and jealousy steve is the protective one, tony is the jealous one. when steve gets jealous hes overprotective and a little clingy but when tony is jealous he gets grumpy and pushy for attention or starts arguments. when tony is protective its because he stresses over steve being in danger and he'll "ground" him from going out for a bit incase someone put a hit on him but when steve is protective its because he doesnt like tony being swarmed with press but also because he too stresses about tony being in danger, he doesnt want tony to end up with shrapnel in his chest again, he often takes the approach of redirecting tony elsewhere, if he tries a diversion tony will read him like a book.

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[4thadilfs]

────── ⋆☆STEVE ROGERS HEADCANNONS.

.✦ ⌈ I recently rewatched the core marvel films and i cant get him out of my head, something about the way he throws that shield is just ugh. Soooo i decided to write this. Enjoy! ⌋ 18+

.✦ bf!Steve Rogers who wraps his arm around you, pressing his bicep into your neck while he takes you from behind. He needs you close to him, needs to feel your jaw go laxe as he tests your limits. It also serves as a thinly vield reminder that he owns you.

.✦bf!Steve Rogers who wants to taste you every chance he gets. He'll wake you up with his warm mouth in-between your thighs, groaning something about "couldn't help myself sweetheart, 'm sorry". He'll come home from work and pick you up, pushing your legs over his shoulders and holding you against his face like you're weightless.

.✦bf!Steve Rogers who puts his hand over your mouth if you get too loud. "need you to be quiet for me, don't want the others hearing those pretty noises, they're just for me."

.✦dad!Steve Rogers who doesn't let you lift a finger after having the baby. tending to both yours, and the baby's every need until you feel 100%. When he's not busy saving the world, all he wants is to take care of the both of you.

.✦bf!Steve Rogers who wants to keep your relationship a secret from the avengers at first. Despite his best efforts, Tony caches on almost instantly. All those stolen glances, the way Steve's touch would linger over you a little too long. Steve's feeble attempt to conceal the emotion behind his eyes when he looked at you, made it all too easy for Mr. Stark to figure it out.

.✦bf!Steve Rogers who keeps a picture of you in his wallet, kissing it for good luck.

.✦dad!Steve Rogers who attends every school event, every game, every parent teacher night. And attending proudly at that, sporting all the teams gear, cheering the loudest at scored goals and making sure your kids feel his presence and know he's proud.

.✦dad!Steve Rogers who leaves to tuck your children in for the night. Eventually you realise he's taking longer than usual and go to check on him. Only to find that he'd fallen asleep with them, wrapped in their little blankets and snoring like he'd never slept before.

.✦husband!Steve Rogers who frames a picture of you on your wedding day and puts it on his desk, and another on his nightstand, and a little print out in his car, and his phone wallpaper. He'd put you everywhere. Proudly showing AND telling anyone who asks.

.✦bf!Steve Rogers who carries your little purse on his arm, and any other bags you might have. Who also carries your heels when your feet get tired—or you, he doesn't mind.

.✦bf/husband!Steve Rogers who's lovesick and gets you flowers every week with little handwritten notes.

.✦husband!Steve Rogers who goes feral when he's away from you for too long, practically pouncing on you the second he sees your pretty face again.

.✦bf!Steve rogers who loves missionary, because he has to watch you fall apart for him.

.✦bf!Steve Rogers who doesn't even realise he's dirty talking you, because it just falls out of his mouth like air. He's always muttering streams of praise, or degradation, or both, because he loves turning your legs to jelly and spreading a bright blush across your face.

[incorrect-multiverse]

Natasha, on the phone with Steve: Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Natasha: Anyways, you said Nadya is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

[fizz-pop-thwip]

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."