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mf-headcannontap · 5 months
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MARVEL Headcannon #5:
President Loki is the result of Odin banishing Loki to Midgard instead of Thor.
Basically, Thor started the war, but Loki got thrown under the metaphorical bus and got banished under the condition of Thor having to prove himself worthy of having his sibling by his side again, and then Loki could return.
Of course, Loki, being Loki, took the first opportunity they could find to blend in and eventually amass power. It got to the point where eventually, Loki found themselves running for president against one Steve Rogers (who took one look around when he woke up and decided, if no one was gonna get their stuff together, he'd do it himself dammit, cuz if a literal alien could do it, so could he) completely by accident. But of course, Loki, being Loki, made that election one for the history books.
There's 2 versions of this singular timeline. One where Steve Rogers wins, and one where Loki wins (that's the one that got pruned) and its comedic gold.
By the time Thor proves himself worthy and Odin allows Loki back in Asgard, Loki has already established a pretty solid life for themselves, out of Odin's and Thor's shadows, so now they all have to convince Loki to come back to Asgard.
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Well, in my mind, uh, Steve's tired. And he wants to sit down. And he's had quite a lot of time to gather a fantastic book of recipes, so he's a fantastic cook. Because Peggy's busy! She's not been waiting for him, she's been busy. And she's got things to do. So... (laughs) and the great thing is, Cap's cool with that! Because he's a feminist. And he's not insecure about that, he lets her go off and live her best life and fulfill her truest potential because he knows the contribution that she's got to make in the world. And that makes him even more attracted to her.
- Hayley Atwell about Steve and Peggy's life after Endgame
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dark-mcu-ship-tourney · 4 months
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Poll #16: Peter Parker/Steve Rogers VERSUS Peter Parker/James “Bucky” Barnes
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Please reblog for reach!
This poll marks the halfway point for round one!
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blueslittleorange · 1 year
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Just Tony being absolutely in love with Steve while he sleeps
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courtforshort15 · 1 year
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Ok
So, I'm at a work event in Puerto Rico with our senior leadership for the week
Today, I was speaking with a group of people and all of a sudden, our Chief Financial Officer calls my name and says
"Court, is that a Daredevil tattoo?"
LIKE OMFG
OUR CFO KNOWS DAREDEVIL WELL ENOUGH TO LOOK AT MY TATTOO AND KNOW WHAT IT IS
I knew she was a nerd but hot damn! Wasn't expecting her to see the glasses and braille and know immediately. I absolutely love her and she deserves all the happiness in the world
She also likes my Captain America backpack, so she definitely has good taste
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sunnysideprincess · 10 months
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Steve's mysterious birthday gift
Post CACW, fluff, angst, sweet, no salt
There is an extra package sitting on top of the loosely assembled pile of gifts. He has counted them all one by one. Nat's beautiful, hand knitted shawl was delivered from India. Wanda's coloring book for adults came from Hamburg. Bucky's hand made (from goat hair?) brush set was delivered by a surly looking undercover Wakandan spy. While Sam's collection of records was handed by the man himself.
But this one, this tiny unassuming one gave Steve a pause. If his treacherous little heart was right—god, he hoped he was right, and it came from where he thinks it did? Then Steve swore to himself he wouldn't waste any more days staring at the horizon. Just waiting and yearning for the startling streak of red to appear.
But if he was wrong and this little silver box turned out to be a bomb or toxic package or a homing signal...
Sam nudged his ribs, eyes wide and worried.
"Want me to send it to the Dora?"
The thought of Wakandan security tearing this unknown thing apart sent a terrible shard of pain through his chest, making him snatch it from the pile in haste.
Ignoring Sam's surprised flinch, Steve tore through the packaging.
Inside was a carefully crafted pocket watch. A little silver thing with a key that stole his breath away. Cheap metal scarred over and over. The kind which was invaluable.
It was an expensive, terribly expensive gift. Not of money but of time and resources. He doesn't even know how the sender got his hands on it.
He had known it to be lost with many things. Forgotten. A passed away relic nobody cared about. The one thing his mother carried with her. Her last connection to the home she left behind when she came to Brooklyn. The remnant she had to pawn off to survive one of the harshest winters they had ever known.
Steve remembered talking about it under the influence of Thor's Asgardian drink. He recalled curious eyes, sharp and focused. Eyes of the man who knew the value of memories, but not money.
"Oh," Steve breathed over the watch, thumbed it along the edge. He closed his eyes and took a moment to send out a prayer for his mother. Then pressed his lips over the watch.
Sam's eyes were on his. His silence not prying, not pressing for answers like Nat would. Only eternally patient and calm like he always was.
"This was my mom's. Well, my Nana 's I think. She had to pawn it off before. I thought -" His words caught up in his throat, so he cleared his voice and tried again. "I didn't..."
He closed his eyes and laughed silently.
"God, Tony's just- he's so stupid."
They were worlds apart. Ripped away from each other by their own volition. Unable to reach out because Steve was a criminal and Tony was still hurting, still curling around the wound over his heart. And yet...
Yet ...
Steve could almost hear it whispered over the immortal flame of a lone candle. A hand that held a tiny burnt cupcake smelling too strongly of vanilla and orange. A man torn between the past and the present confronted by a man always looking at the future.
Sam held out a card for him, looking solemn and pained, and a little bit jealous.
Steve would come to mull over it later, about his friend's distant gaze settled over the sky and the gun metal greys of his wings.
But right then, he took the card with gentle care, saw the generic wish written in familiar chicken scratch and ended up staring at the idiotic frowny face at the bottom for a long time.
He felt warmth bloom across his chest. Like his mother's gaze. Bucky's hand on his shoulder. Nat's smile. Wanda's humming. Sam's steady wisdom.
It was a bit like morning hope.
The kind that brought a streak of red and gold.
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bookishtheaterlover7 · 7 months
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In cevans sibbling home . Reader and steve are caught fucking by the bros depends on who and where and of c steve covers y/n protec her
Andy*goes out of the room while imaining him doing y/n*ok . Lets just get coffe and cuddle her later
Ransom:Aw man i wanted to spend time with her!
Jake:noice*blushes
Lloyd:daam it steve
Johnny*door slams shut*
Ari: you better wear condoms there!*chil but done
So... we're REALLY going to do this...
Honestly, what the heck?
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Here's to getting out of my comfort zone 🥂
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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year
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WIP Tag Game
Okay here are the rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
thank you @shamrockqueen for the tag - let's see how this will go. Hopefully I have enough people to tag - who do I even tag?? (I've never been invited to a challenge like this, can you tell??!)
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I've narrowed it down to things that have a future on this blog, so here we go:
Worlds Collide
Forever, of course.
The Karens of the World
Revision
Bad News
(And Pots and Pins)
The Dime
Hopelessly Devoted
Between Good and Evil
A Villain and a Friend
Refuge - a small town crime/love story
What's it like... feelings, I mean
Within Three Feet
a hostage situation (that probably won't be the title)
family time (also probably not the title)
play along (I'm really not sure about this)
talk back (this is a big maybe)
Please ask me about my work and i promise i wont cry. I love talking to you guys so much 💕
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The tags: these are not just writers. I tagged blogs whose creations I really enjoyed lately (please don't feel pressured, I just want to know what's going on in that spectacular mind of yours - also, hey how are you doing?)
@loving-barnes @delaber @anika-ann @jadedvibes @buckysbabygorl @redgillan @buckyalpine @incorrectquotesmcu @angrythingstarlight @muffinshark @subwaysurf45 @rassvetsky @matchamunson @foreverindreamlandd @justconfettiandsomeddew @charlie-hunnam @thewintersoldier
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Nothing wrong with having this next to your bed to make your dreams more happier!!
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dylanobrienisbatman · 2 years
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captain america would have been better if the serum just gave steve all those powers but he still looked like pre-serum steve.
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xwinterdreams-blog · 2 years
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1872 (2015) #1
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mer-acle12 · 7 months
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Natasha: When I first joined SHIELD, I thought I was going straight.
Steve:
Steve, remembering the massive prideflag in the Triskelion foyer:
How in the world did you think that?
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pandagirl45 · 1 year
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Tony: now someone is going to have to change
Loki: I've chosen HIM so excuse Stark
Tony: I've chosen sedusa
Steve: I just wanted to wear a body suit
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blueslittleorange · 2 months
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Tony who planned Steve's baby shower?
T: We didn't have one, Steve doesn't really like the attention so I didn't put him through it. Instead I designed and made up the nursery as a surprise.
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BLO: I kept it vague, so use your imagination.
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Caught
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: masterbation, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, implied cockwarming, Steve talking his shit, I think that's all- this is unedited
Genre: fluff and smut
Summary: As the title implies, you get caught... by Steve lol
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You sigh to yourself as you sink into the warm water in your bathtub. It's been a long day and you're relieved to finally unwind with your bubbles, candles, and music. Truthfully moving into the tower means you don't get much time to yourself and you're in dire need of some self care. You take a moment to trail your hands across your skin, first over your neck, down your chest, then over your tummy until finally, your fingers skate across your sex. Your breath hitches when your digits brush against your clit. You dip your middle fingers between your folds, caressing your inner walls. You start slow, just allowing your body to catch up to your mind. As the slickness of your arousal grows, your movements adjust accordingly, pumping faster as the minutes go on. Your chest heaves from your ministrations, quiet whimpers escaping your parted lips. Now, properly horny, you pivot your attention to your clit, a louder moan leaving you at the feeling of your fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
You almost scream when your bathroom door swings open suddenly.
"Steven Grant Rogers what the hell are you doing in here?!" You gasp adjusting yourself to look less compromised under the bubbles. If there was such thing as a guardian angel they'd make sure by some magic Steve hadn't heard you before coming in despite his super soldier senses.
"I- heard a sound... and I was concerned." He says. Guess that's a no on the guardian angel thing. Awesome.
"And you didn't want to knock before rushing in here?" You blink at him.
"Well- if you were in trouble that'd be a waste of time."
"You know if you were looking for an excuse to see me naked I would've much preferred you just ask." You joke, hoping the comment will make him embarrassed enough to rush out with an apology so this conversation can be over.
"Wait I- but that's not- sorry what?!" Steve fumbles over his reply, shaking his head at you.
"I'm joking Steve, this is very awkward. I'm dispelling tension." You explain. He frowns at you for a moment and then his eyes widen.
"Oh I'm interrupting....." He trails off oddly.
"My bath. Yes. Thank you for noticing finally?"
"No that's- that's um- that's not what I meant." He says clearing his throat.
"Well what are you talking about then Rogers?" You ask.
"I just picked up on what the sound I heard was actually about. I am so sorry about interrupting."
"It's fine dude, you can just- leave." You say. Or if you really wanted to make it up to me you could help me pick up where I left off.
"That was a joke right?" Steve falters.
"What?" You frown at him.
"About me... helping you."
"Oh- that was an inside thought. You can just- disregard it."
"To clarify, you don't actually want my help. Do you?"
"Are you offering?"
"I guess I am."
"Don't bite off more than you can chew, Steve." You warn. Steve sits on the edge of the bathtub.
"You're underestimating me y/n."
"Well- you're welcome to prove me wrong, if you think you can."
Steve rolls up the sleeve of his shirt and plunges his arm into the water. His hand quickly finds your leg beneath the water. He glides up your thigh, stopping just short of your center.
"Wait, I need you to understand that if we do this that's it you know. If I fuck you, I'm keeping you."
"Then you'd better make me want to be kept." You say, challenge clear in your voice. You catch Steve's eyebrow twitch up momentarily but instead of quipping back he tilts his head and slides his hand the rest of the way up your leg, fingers dipping into your wet heat easily. You take in a sharp breath as his fingers curl against the roof of your inner walls.
"I'm going to find out every little thing that makes you tick." Steve says softly, though his fingers are quickly gaining speed between your legs.
"You'd need more than a few hours for that one darling." You say breathily, struggling to respond with his ministrations, his shirtsleeve darkening as water sloshes against it, his earlier attempt at preventing that proving fruitless. Steve pivots his attention, his fingers drawing up to rub tight circles against your clit and you throw your head back with a moan. Your hands clutch the side of the tub as he touches you, your whole body buzzing from the heat between your thighs.
"I'm sure I can spare the time." He hums.
"Oh fuck-" You jolt, feeling your orgasm build under his touch.
"Come on princess, I can tell you're close. Let go for me." He says. Your body tenses momentarily before your back arches as your orgasm washes over you. Steve steadily works you through it, only pulling his fingers from you when the spasms around them have lessened.
"God." You breathe out, slumping back against the tub as your chest heaves.
"Good girl." He says kissing your forehead. He drains the tub and grabs the shower head, rinsing suds from your skin before helping you out of the bath gently.
"You know Stevie, you didn't have to do that. I would've gotten to it." You tell him. Steve pulls you close and lifts you onto your bathroom counter.
"I know you're very capable. But I'm far from finished with you and I'd hate to cover your bed in soapy bath water. I'm sure that'd feel very uncomfortable for you as it dried, too." He says, peppering your throat with kisses and bites as he speaks.
"How very considerate of you." You quip with a breathless chuckle.
"It's a selfish act if I'm honest. Can't have you distracted." He says. At some point, Steve must've freed himself from his pants because as he says this you feel him nudging against your entrance.
"I doubt that's a problem you would have Captain." You tell him, your sentence punctuated by him thrusting into you. You moan at the feeling of just how full you feel with him inside you and drop your head to his shoulder.
"Are you alright y/n?" He asks softly, his hand on your hip, stroking gently.
"Fine just- fuck it feels good the way you fill me." You groan.
"Yeah?" He pants.
"Yeah- god Stevie please move."
Steve tightens his hold on your hips and starts a rhythm. His thrusts are strong and steady, and deep, so deep. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clawing against his skin as he fucks into you forcefully.
"Dammit. You're so- soft, and warm, God you feel so good around me." Steve mutters against your neck. Steve is unrelenting in his thrusts, the feel of him inside you pulling moans and whines from you that he can't get enough of.
"Keep going Stevie, please, please, keep going." You pant, grinding against him.
"Fuck- y/n. It's like you're trying to kill me." He grunts. Steve pulls you impossibly closer to him, driving his hips relentlessly. You can feel your muscles tightening, your orgasm bubbling dangerously below the surface. "You're close, aren't you? I can feel it." He huffs out.
"Yeah- yeah I'm close, but I want you to cum with me Stevie. Wanna feel it in me Stevie." You punctuate your words with nips and licks at his throat and he reacts with a shudder as one of his hands reaches between you to find your clit. The added stimulation quickly sends you over the edge and the feel of your walls clamping down on his dick pull Steve over it with you, the hot feeling of his release painting your walls only adding to your satisfaction. You stay like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, breathlessly basking in the afterglow.
"How are you feeling princess?" He asks eventually.
"Good- albeit a little shocked. Had no idea you rocked like that, Stevie."
"That was only the beginning, but if I don't pace myself I'll break you, and that's no way to start a relationship." Steve leans back enough to stroke your cheek and give you a wink.
"To be fair we've already started in a weird way and I'm a lot more resilient than you're giving me credit for here Rogers." You poke his chest.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes actually." You nod.
"Well, then I guess it's only fair I test that out." He says, lifting you off the bathroom counter. You let out a gasp as the movement jostles you on top of his dick that's still buried inside you. It's only now, when you register that he's still hard, do you consider that you may be in over your head. That super soldier stamina is no joke! But you're not about to back out now, especially not when you're possibly going to have your every fantasy turned into reality. This definitely beats any of the self care you were planning on for your evening.
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