#steve rogers is not perfect

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[meidui]

AGE OF ULTRON (2015)

[mischievous-thunder]

A pretty tough job but both Wade and Steve love every second of it

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Steve Rogers Headcanons

Steve is a gentleman, who always picks you up on time on dates.

He's very thoughtful, and no dates are the same or monotonous. He'll try to do something different each time to make you happier.

Writes about your likes and dislikes in his journal, which helps him to make you happier.

Very observant, he'll know immediately if something is wrong.

He'll let you cry on his shoulder and/or in his arms and doesn't ask questions until he knows that you're okay.

A very good listener. Doesn't interrupt when you're talking to him and pays attention to what you're saying.

Insanely protective. He's otherwise polite and punctual but once your safety is threatened, he'll go absolutely feral to protect you.

Extremely possessive. In the beginning, he comes off as sweet and cute but once your relationship progresses, you see his possessive side. If he ever sees anyone looking at you in an 'I have a crush on her' sort of way, he'll make sure to let them know that you're his. May it be a possessive arm around your waist or a passionate kiss, he'll always let them know. Secretly, you love it.

Is not comfortable with physical touch. But only in the beginning. Once he gets used to you, it's him who's always initiating the touches. He'll always be holding your hand or has an arm wrapped around you, reassuring himself that you're there. And that you're his.

Loves to draw you. He draws pictures of you doing many things but hasn't shown you most of them because he's scared you won't like them.

He always offers to help you, even when you've declined his help once. He wants to make sure that you know he's there for you.

He's very pushy about training and workouts. Even on a rest day, he urges you to do a low-impact workout to keep your body moving.

Whenever you fall sick, Steve never leaves your side. He's always sitting by your side, feeding you soup and food, and the two of you watch movies together.

Steve loves to talk about the 40's, and you love to listen as he goes on explaining everything.

Sometimes, you feel insecure after seeing other hotter and more badass women falling at Steve's feet. But he always makes sure that you know he's yours.

Steve is very proud of the fact that you're an Avenger but secretly doesn't want you to go on missions because he wants to protect you.

He's the ultimate perfect boyfriend you love and cherish with your entire being and the feeling is mutual.

Masterlist

[feuer-bluete]

Its karaoke night for the Avengers and someone can't help but being cheesy as fuck. Tho I guess when you are a guy in a flying armor, there surely is nothing to keep him from getting to his babe.

I had the idea for the comic while listening to this song one time to many and the amazing @snowzapped captured my idea perfectly as always <3

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Hate to See Him Go, Love to Watch Him Leave 😏🥵🔥

[spndxjck2]

[lovinevans]

We needed waaaay more of this 🧔

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🥘🏕️

[harmonizingsunsets]

I’m sorry if this has been done before but I had to

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thinking about Sam asking Steve, "What makes you happy?" And when he doesn't have an answer, Sam starts paying attention to try and parse out little pieces of happiness from him. Once, he sees Steve doodling with a pen on the back of some extra receipt paper when they go out to lunch, Sam leading the charge to get him used to non-boiled future food 😉 They're waiting for Steve's card to be returned to him and, okay, damn, the history books left out that Steve's a pretty decent drawer. Sam can work with that... watching the quirk of Steve's mouth as he doodles.

So, Sam gets him some nice art supplies. No dollar-store pens or regular #2 pencils. Some expensive, apparently high-quality (according to the Internet, it really is helpful sometimes, ha) graphite pencils, a set of micron pens, and the appropriate watercolor paper, brushes, and pigment. The final cost is eye-popping to Sam in spite of his understanding of modern pricing. It's worth it, though. Because Steve uses them. He starts carrying a sketchbook along with his list book. And, eventually, he shyly shows Sam some of what he's worked on.

The sprawl of Central Park...

A broken section of sidewalk, grass creeping through the space made by the roots of an elder tree...

The skyline view from Steve's apartment...

A dog...

A potted plant sitting on Steve's balcony with a label that reads "my sadness buddy" (a gift from Natasha)...

An empty folding chair from the VA...

A steaming cardboard coffee cup.

Sam is blown away by the beauty of what Steve can create. He wonders, but he doesn't ask if Steve's ever had nice, vivid art supplies before. There's something impressive about the colors and way he experiments, pulling beauty out of nothing, with his new art supplies. But, also, there's something especially impressive about what he can do with any old pen or pencil lying about. Sam finds himself smiling, thinking about that old saying he's heard, a poor craftsman blames his tools. Steve is bluntly a master craftsman--in everything he does, he puts his entire heart into it. It's strange he hasn't drawn any faces or people, though. (There's definitely something there. Sam's gonna have to see what that's about, too.)

[therese-lokidottir]

[mischievous-thunder]

Similarities between Wade Wilson and Steve Rogers (one of Wade's celebrity crushes):

Finding a soulmate in a guy named James who's an angsty, fiery and yet sweet man with some luxe metal attached to his body and has been alive for a minimum of one century (and more)

P.S. Both Wade and Steve have one movie each with their names and their boyfriends' names in the title

So strange that it's happened twice already

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Steve Rogers Era Part 12

Steve with the love of his life, Peggy Carter❤️🥹

[cloudbells]

I would like to humbly ask for an extention on the increased online activity I was supposed to be displaying.

In other news, I would like to hear ya'll opinions on Steve vs self-sacrifce and how far it goes. I happen to know I have a slightly unpopular opinion on this. Not unpopular as in "hated" but just a bit different.

[holylulusworld]

Molded to perfection – Kinktober 7

Summary: You want more than one night...you want to measure something big...

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: big dick kink

Square 12 filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​: Sex Toys 

Square N2 filled for @mcukinkbingo​: One night stand 

Square 14 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​: Vibrating Dildo

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x SexToyDesigner!Reader

Warnings: language, cocky reader, bad flirting skills, semi-public sex, smut, protected sex, dirty talk, a little rougness, talk about sex toys

Words: 1,5 k

Kinktober 2022

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“What’s a pretty dame like you doing in a shady place like this?” 

Usually, you would roll your eyes at the lamest pickup line and tell every guy using it on you to get lost. Or fuck himself. Depends on your mood.

But the guy stepping toward you, two drinks in his hands, is drop-dead gorgeous. 

He’s at least six feet tall, if not taller. His dark blond hair has the perfect length to get pulled and we don’t want to talk about his thick beard.

“I was looking for a pretty gentleman to buy me a drink,” oddly his cheeks turn pink at your words. He looks like the wet dream of every lonely and taken woman but acts like he never had a date before. “I think I found him.”

“My pleasure,” he places one drink in front of you. “I got you the one you ordered. Uh-vodka soda, and a cherry.”

“My, aren’t you the perfect gentleman,” you look him up and down, licking your lips. Your gaze drops to his crotch, and you can’t fight the urge to measure his dick with your eyes. “6.5 inches or more.” You say more to yourself than the man trying to hit on you with bad pickup lines. 

“So, do you come here often, or is this the first time,” he tries. “It’s my first time in this bar. Is it a nice one?”

“Aw, you are so cute,” stepping closer to the tall but a little shy guy you size him up. “What do you want? Do you want a relationship, true love or simply fuck me into the next week?”

“I-uh…fuck,” his large hands run up and down his thighs and you know, there is no way in hell you will let this perfect dick slip through your fingers. “I don’t know, doll.”

“How about I tell you what I want?” you fist his leather jacket to bring him down to your eye level. His Adam's apple bobbles as he tries to keep his composure.

“I-“

“I want to take you home and let you fuck me hard, deep and good with that big dick in your pants,” he makes an odd noise as you cup his crotch to feel his cock. “Fuck, bigger than 6.5 inches. I knew it.”

“Doll, are you sure? You don’t even know my name,” you whimper as this beautiful man looks down at you with soft blue eyes. “I’m Steve or Steven.”

“I’ll call you anything you want me to, even daddy if you let me ride that dick,” Steve sucks in a breath. No woman ever was so cocky and forward when it came to sex. “Yes or no, Steve.”

“I’d like to destroy this pussy and make it my home,” his large hands grip your arms to bring you to his chest. “Do you want me to destroy you?” His eyes darken and you smirk as you just woke the beast behind his innocent eyes.

“Yes…”

You didn’t make it far. 

Steve guided you out of the back of the bar, chatting you up. He tried to act like a gentleman, but the moment the door slammed shut behind Steve, he was on you.

“Fuck, you are a bold little thing, doll,” he easily lifts you to hold you against the wall. “I need to fuck you right here and now.”

You didn’t even see his dick, but you already know this will be the best one-night stand of your life.

“Steve, someone could see,” you fake protest. “I hope your cock can keep up with your promises. I love me a big cock.”

“I know.”

He greedily claims your mouth as you wrap your arms and legs around his body.

“God, you feel so good against me.”

“I’ll feel even better inside of you,” he purrs against your lips, teeth nipping at your lower lip. “Do you want to feel my big cock inside your tight little cunt.

Holy fuck! Where has this man been all your life?

At the bar, he was this sweet and almost shy guy, and now he’s fumbling his pants open while easily holding you against the wall with one strong arm.

“Do you like these panties?” you don’t get the chance to answer his question. Steve simply rips the thin fabric off of your body to reveal your dripping sex to him. “Fuck, I’d like to eat this pussy first, but we’ve got time for that later. I need to get inside of you.”

“Damn right,” purring the words you wrap one arm around his neck while snaking your free hand into the pocket of your jacket to get a condom out. “Put this one, and get the monster inside of me.” 

Your eyes are glued to his erection, and you can’t help but groan as he places you back on your feet for a moment.

“Let me just-“ it’s Steve’s turn to groan as you gently start to stroke his huge cock. You whimper, knowing he’s the biggest and thickest you ever had. “Doll, let me do this.”

“No way you’ll touch your cock. It’s mine tonight,” you run your hand up and down his twitching length. “I love me a big cock.”

“You’ve got it, doll.”

Steve watches you unwrap the condom to carefully roll it over his length. If not for him being a stranger to you, you’d like to have him bare but you are not going to do more stupid things tonight.

Like fucking a stranger behind a bar.

“Damn right. This is mine.”

“Be aware,” you end up in his arms, squeaking as he presses you back against the wall, “I’ll break your cunt tonight.”

You release a shuddery breath and look him straight in the eyes. “Prove it.”

“Fucking brat,” he cups your face with one hand to claim your lips again. This time he’s a lot rougher and dominates the kiss. Tongue snaking with yours, he cups the back of your neck to keep you from breaking the kiss.

He wiggles his hips, poking your entrance with his bulbous head. “Fuck me, Stevie. Show me that sweet man from the bar can use his cock for more than show.”

“Do you have the slightest idea what I’m going to do to you?” he growls against your soft pillows.

He’s breathing hard against you. Lips nipping at yours as he, slower than expected, slides into you. 

You whimper. It’s a struggle to take all of him. “Big,” Steve needs to slowly slide in and out, easing you into taking more of his thick cock.

“I know, doll,” he kisses you a little softer to distract you from his hips snapping into yours. You clench tightly around his lenght. “You can take me.”

“Fuck,” you instinctively wrap one arm around his neck, and the other around his torso. “You’re…too big.”

“No, baby doll,” he presses soft kisses to your forehead. “You’re just a little too tight.” There is something sinister in his eyes as he slowly slides back out, only to push back in with full force, making you gasp. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Taking me so well.”

All you can do is hold tight onto Steve and let him move his hips faster after every thrust.

He easily presses against your g-spot, pushing you toward the first orgasm of the night in no time.

“I gotta say,” you breathlessly say. “You know how to use that dick.”

He grins.

“I told you,” he grips your ass with his big hands to move you up and down his cock, “I’m going to destroy your pussy, doll. You should’ve never let me get a taste of you…” 

“What’s all of this?” Steve looks almost shocked as he looks around your office. “Dildos? Vibrators? Cock rings…uh…you’re not a prostitute right?”

You snort at his question. Now, the morning after your sex marathon, he looks like the shy and nervous man from the bar again.

“I’m a sex toy designer,” you slowly get up from the couch at your office, groaning as your thighs press together and add pressure to your overstimulated clit.

After your first round behind the bar, Steve drove you home in his car. You ended up tangled in each other the moment you entered your house and he wouldn’t give you a break for hours.

“Whoa,” Steve holds one of your favorite sex toys in his hands. “It’s vibrating. A vibrating cucumber. Interesting.”

“It’s a vibrating dildo,” you correct.

“You made all of these?” he cocks his head. 

“I designed them, yes.”

“Dildo designer…I see.”

“I turned two of my favorite things into my profession.”

“Two favorite things?” Steve asks as you snatch the toy out of his hands. 

“Drawing and big dicks.”

You smirk as his cheeks turn pink again. 

“Big dicks.”

“Yours is just perfect,” you throw the dildo onto the couch. “The perfect cock. I dreamed of molding such a cock for years. Please…let me mold yours. Maybe your balls too.”

Steve swallows thickly.

“Wait…what?” he looks at you, confused. “You want to mold my cock? Why? For what?”

Your hands creeps to his crotch to cup his balls.

“I want to make the perfect dildo, Steve. Big. Thick. Satisfying. Not every woman gets the chance to fuck your pretty cock. I want to give them the second best.”

“You want to mold my dick,” he repeats. “This will take time. Right?”

“A few days…or weeks…or months.”

You lie.

“Much time to kill,” his eyes drop to your chest. “If I say yes, what will I get in return?”

“Anything you want…anything you want.”

Steve knows exactly what he wants.

…and it’s not a sex toy…

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