#captain man headcanons

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Not sure if you’re still taking Ray Manchester requests so if you’re not then you can ignore this, but can I request ray Manchester hcs with a really smart reader? Like the reader loves tech and creating weapons and machines(maybe they’re abit chaotic with their talent-)

ray manchester x smart!reader headcanons

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a/n: love this idea so much, and imagining ray with a genius reader just makes me so happy bc i think it would work so well. enjoy!! 🩰💋

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being captain man’s intelligent, tech-savvy significant other would include…

ok so when ray first met you it was when you applied for a job as captain man’s tech support 

you fell down the elevator

and ray thought you were gorgeous 

he also realized after he interviewed you that you were crazy intelligent 

and so when you showed up on your first day on the job he wanted to impress you

and to him that meant wearing fake glasses and spewing the dictionary at you 

‘salutations (y/n) it is most benevolent to see you today and i hope you find yourself most homogeneous here’

when henry told him what those words meant later he was horrified 

and so the next time he talked to you he put an ear piece in and schwoz and charlotte told him what to say

it took him about a week to give up on the glasses and faking and just ask you out as himself

and after he did, you guys pretty much fell in love

who would have thought, the tech nerd and the superhero? 

or, that’s what jasper says at least

since you’d been working there, you’ve caused upward of nine (9) explosions 

and you almost blew up the place one (1) time

ray thought it was so cool 

you have also made some really useful gadgets and don’t tell schwoz but you do give him a run for his money 

almost all of captain man’s weapons are your design

but you let him name them sometimes 

you and charlotte become besties because you can bond over rolling your eyes at ray

and you two can insult him right in front of him without him ever knowing what you’re saying

he said I love you first 

henry’s definitely come down to the man cave to find you two making out 

you’ve stopped him from revealing his identity multiple times 

he’s constantly leaning over to secretly ask you to explain things

‘right, the capacitor. well, we can’t let him get away with that, mr. vice mayor.’

…

‘(y/n), what’s a capacitor’

once you had to go save him when you realized he’d brought the wrong weapon

and you let him take the credit for taking down the bad guy even though it was definitely your doing 

he calls you his little machine

and you call him anything he won’t understand so he has to look up if he should be offended or not 

he thinks the way you talk about computers and your inventions is ‘so sexy’

he lets you drive the man-copter 

seriously if you weren’t around he’d have gotten killed by now

and he knows it 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this love!! always happy to write for my man ray <3💌🍒

[floralpascal]

NSFW, 18+

John Price always convinces himself that he means it. He’s not the kind of man who breaks his promises.

“Just the tip, love,” he groans, positioning himself at your entrance. Your desperate nod and pleas for him only spur him on.

He swears that he’ll restrain himself, that he’ll keep his promise. He just wants to feel you bare, if only a little. He’s a man of iron resolve — he should be able to control himself without a problem…

But he never was good at keeping this promise when it came to you.

Instead, he finds himself balls deep in your heat, fucking you furiously. The way you’re screaming his name in ecstasy would make him break any promise if only to give you more pleasure. When his cum has painted your walls and you’re both coming down from your highs, he can’t even find the decency to feel sorry for it.

“Fuck…” you groan, pulling him down to kiss you before begging, “Just… just do it again. Please.”

John smiles. With a low, seductive voice, he teases, “Just the tip, yeah?”

[angel5ofp0rn]

thinking about the 141 as daddies of babies with afro hair 🙂‍↕️

Gaz would know the basics, naturally, and would take the extra time to make sure his babies always have their hair right. he reminds them how beautiful their hair is and how important it is to take the extra time and care to keep it healthy. if you’re not used to caring for their hair type, he’s very patient in teaching you the basics and hypes you up every time you do their hair on your own.

Price would shyly stumble into a black salon and ask for tips and tutorials on how to care for his children’s hair. he’d make sure he had all the right tools, products, accessories, etc. and make sure he knows how to use them. he does a piss poor job at styling it, and you always end up having to fix it anyway, but at least he tries.

Soap goes all in. he has his babies sat in front of him, and a youtube tutorial in front of them both, and he’s putting in the work. tongue sticking out as he braids and twists and, surprisingly, it turns out better than anyone expected— except him. he was confident from the get go. now it’s your turn, bonnie; boho braids or knotless box braids? i saw a lass earlier with her hair like this—

Ghost is standing by the shampoo bowl, arms crossed, at his children’s biweekly hair appointment telling the hairdresser that money is no object, just make his babies happy. he’s stocking up on bonnets, silk pillow cases, whateverthefuck that is that makes their hair smell so good and makes his li’l girl’s curls look shiny, the way she likes. he has their ipads charged up for their long appointments and is going in and out of the salon to fetch various snacks and drinks for the kids and the hairstylists taking care of them.

[rogersideup]

I'd like to drop a prompt:

The avengers have a night off in Las Vegas after a mission. Thor makes sure Cap has his fair share of Asgardian liquor so Steve ends up drunk and wanders off alone. He meets our dear reader who just got dumped by her friend group and is equally drunk. They hit it off and decide to get married. The next morning both of them are confused but decide to make it work as memories of the night before come back to them. (Surprise surprise dear reader is from New York too)

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Steve Rogers X Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Steve gets himself into some trouble while having a night off in the city of sin.

Word Count: 4,717

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

"Miss?"

Flashing lights separated and splayed through the drying tears in your watery eyes, music and ringing from hundreds of slot machines overstimulated your senses as you simultaneously pulled your dress up and down in different places.

"Excuse me miss? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coming back to your senses, you turned around to face the bartender. "Yeah, uh..." really, you tried your hardest to think of something, literally anything to help move along the buzz you were already riding but no proper words made it to your brain. "Sorry. I'm not sure what I want. Can you just make it strong and fruity?"

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed, already grabbing bottles off the shelf.

Watching him masterfully work helped you zone out and relieved all of your overwhelmed senses. Pouring, shaking, more pouring, a garnish, then a fruity elixir of a bunch of liquids you most definitely could not pronounce was placed right in front of you atop a cocktail napkin. Not a single drop was spilled, even the ice was perfect.

Reaching into your purse, you handed the bartender your card and shouted to try and compete with the volume of drunken gamblers and rolling dice. "You can close the tab."

"Don't worry about it. This one's on the house, you look like you need it." He kindly denied your form of payment.

You chuckled to yourself. "That bad, huh?"

"No, but I know a sad chick when I see one." He noted. "Happens pretty often in Vegas."

"Well, thank you, I appreciate it." You raised the glass. "Cheers to you and all the bartenders making the world go round."

"Amen to that" He smiled before walking off to serve yet another drunken customer.

You sat at the bar on a little leather stool fully contemplating how you ended up in this situation as you looked out into the hotel casino and nursed your drink. It didn't take long for you to realize that the Vegas bartenders didn't take the word strong as a joke. Because every sip stung your throat and swirled your thoughts around in slow motion.

The speed at which your thoughts came at you didn't help the fact that every single one of them revolved around nothing but yourself.

What were you going to do now? Where should you go from here?

Drinking wasn't the answer, but not drinking wasn't the solution. Finding shelter in the Caesars Palace hotel was a good enough temporary fix to your problems, so you ignored that you were on the complete opposite side of the Las Vegas strip that you actually needed to be on.

However, getting to your hotel on the complete opposite side was the problem. Your shitty friends completely ditched you, or maybe you ditched them. The details were all so unclear, but the fact was they were all making stupid choices and you couldn't stand to stick around long enough to see the end results of them.

But now you were all done up in high heels and a small little dress in a city you had never been in before, notorious for sex, drugs and alcohol. Luckily, pepper spray in your purse and a back pocket full of self defense techniques that have been drilled into your head ever since you were a little girl were amongst some of the better choices you made tonight.

Then came along all of the dumber choices you would make tonight in the form of yet another fruity drink, and a tall, blonde man looking painfully confused at the roulette table right in front of you.

He was tall and broad, even more handsome than the massive statues of Roman men all around the hotel. But much like the statues around you, he looked like he was carved from marble. The muscles you could see sculpted through his suit jacket could've only been a result of a piece of fine art.

It was easy to pick up his wholesome sweetness behind his big blue eyes, that also did a lot to tell you how drunk the man was. He towered over the table and watched a few rounds, trying his hardest to understand what was happening. Much like him, you watched the ball spin round and round before landing in a slot.

Some of the players would moan and groan at their fate, while others would cheer happily and exchange loud laughter and high-fives.

Mesmerized by the game, you missed the glances the blonde man snuck of you. He really couldn't help it though. His friends had left him all alone while his capacity to make good decisions was at an all time low, and you were just so pretty and maybe a bit sad.

Another round was about to start, so the dealer started taking bets. Everyone around the table started placing their chips on a color and number, and the blonde was still confused.

He looked around again before his eyes met yours, and a stupid invasive smile smeared across your lips. When he noticed your friendly demeanor, he took a few stumbles over to you.

"Do you have any idea how to play this?" The man asked you.

Now you could smell the expensive yet deliciously pleasant cologne he was wearing, and you could take in all the details of his black suit.

Giggling at his cluelessness, you swallowed down the sip of cocktail in your mouth. "I do. Would you like some help?"

"I'm assuming you have to guess if the ball lands on red or black?" He asked as his lopsided smile and squinted eyes told you everything you needed to know about his sobriety... or lack there of.

"That's exactly it, good job." You nodded. "But you can also guess the number, or a group of numbers it'll land on. The payout at the end is based on how accurate your bet is."

"So what should I bet?" He asked you, having already built a strong sense of trust for you in the few minutes he had been observing.

"Oh no, that's not up to me." You shook your head before taking another sip of your drink. "You gotta trust your own gut."

The man's eyes darted around the table once more before his arms motioned to it. "But look around! All of these men have pretty girls telling them what to do, and that's why they're all winning money. You guys are so much smarter than us, and I'm alone so I need you to tell me. Red or black."

Usually, a statement like that from a man like him would have you rolling your eyes and cutting the conversation short. However, either your gut or the alcohol was telling you that he wasn't an asshole.

For some reason, you felt calm and comfortable in his presence all while being unable to wipe the dumb smile off your face. Something about his hair that was once perfectly styled now being a little jostled, and the twinge of pink in his cheeks made him seem so distantly familiar.

"Well thank you for that backhanded compliment." You laughed. "I think you should bet red."

He nodded, trusting your opinion far more than he trusted himself. "Should I place a more specific bet too?"

You thought for a moment, but you were in Vegas so... fuck it. "Yeah. Give me your chip"

The man happily placed the roulette chip into your hand, you stood up in one big sweep and started walking away from the bar. "Woah, don't leave your drink!"

Pleasantly surprised that he had your best interest in mind, you mumbled out a statement of gratitude as he handed the glass to you too. Approaching the table, looked at it for a few moments and tried your hardest to contemplate the best number to place a bet on, but once again no rational thoughts occupied the empty spaces of your brain.

So, you threw the chip on your favorite number, lucky 25.

"There ya go!" You used your free hand to pat the man's shoulder. "Good luck, Blondie."

"What happens if I win?" He asked you, smiling as you let your hand linger. Even with your highest heels on, you were nowhere near as tall as him.

"Then it's your lucky day, and you'll get a shit ton of money." You giggled at his question.

"And if I lose?"

"Then you're unlucky and you're about to lose some money." You snorted.

"That's not going to happen, you're my good luck charm." He declared.

"I don't think anything about my night tonight is radiating lucky energy, so I doubt that."

"What? No way! I feel like I've been the luckiest guy in the whole world today, so maybe I'm your good luck charm."

"I guess we will let the roulette wheel speak the truth of the universe tonight." You shrugged.

"Should we place our own bets on the bet?" The man asked.

"Like what?" You questioned, hoping this wasn't the moment the sweet stranger turned weird and pervy.

"I think if I lose I should probably call it a night and go back to my room because this is the drunkest I've been in probably 80 years." He stated. However, his words flew over your head figuring his drunken words were exaggerated, and you found yourself to be a little sad that your time with the stranger would be cut short so soon.

"I think if you win, you should stay out for a little while and have another drink with me." You smiled, going way out of your own comfort zone.

If you were sober, or maybe even drunk in a bar anywhere other than Las Vegas, you would've been caught dead before being caught to be so bold. But he was pulling you in faster than you've ever felt, and something about him felt so natural and warm.

"Deal." He agreed.

"Look, they're about to spin the wheel." You pointed at the table.

The dealer spun the wheel, and the ball was moving so fast that you could barely even follow it. Even as it slowed down and started to tease each individual slot, the motion of following the sphere going round and round was quite honestly making you a bit dizzy, so you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation.

"No way." The blonde stated. "No fucking way!"

His arm wrapped around you from behind and his big warm hands very gently shook the tops of your arms. "Look! It's on red! I can't see the number, but it's on red!"

You giggled and tried your best to keep your balance as he shook you around. When you opened your eyes you could see that the drink in your hand was sloshing around and spilling over onto the impeccably maintained carpet beneath your feet. But the loss of some of your drink was a small price to pay when the dealer picked the ball up out of the wheel and announced "25 Red!"

Simultaneously, you and Blondie let out little screeches in surprise and joy when you realized you had actually placed a winning bet. In all your years on this planet, nothing like this had ever happened to you. You never even won $5 on a penny slot, let alone a fat wad of cash that was being placed into the man's hands.

After the cheering celebration and laughter died down, he turned to you. "See! I knew you were lucky!"

"You trusted your intuition, and you won!" You noted with a smile so big and long lasting it was starting to make your cheeks sore. "Good job."

"Here! This is yours." He placed the wad of cash in your hands.

"What? No. You bet your own money, it's yours." Not being able to accept it, especially when you saw it was all $100 bills.

"No it's yours! You placed the winning bet, you knew the magic number so I want you to have it." He explained kindly. "You said nothing about your night was lucky, so consider this your sign from the universe."

"I can't just accept all of this money from a complete stranger." You denied once more. "You're very sweet, I would feel so guilty taking this from you."

"Fine, if you can't accept the money for yourself, how about we go spend it together?" He offered. "I owe you another drink anyways, then after that the Las Vegas strip is our oyster!"

"That's a little better" You agreed with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name."

"O-oh!" The man seemed to be taken back by that statement for a second. A look of momentary confusion furrowed his eyebrows before a happy smile returned to his kind face. "Sorry, I'm Steve!"

You made a small mental note of his initial shock that you asked for his name, but your drunken brain didn't hold onto that for very long.

"Alright Steve, here's the plan." You rocked up on your tippy toes and kept yourself braced with a steady hand on his solid shoulder so he could hear you better in the loud and chaotic environment. "Half my drink just ended up on the floor when you won, so I'm going to order another one. Then after that, I somehow need to end the night at my hotel on the complete opposite end of the strip without getting taken or murdered. So if we can somehow make it from here to there while blowing through that money you just won, then I'd be more than happy to help you spend it."

Steve's eyes went wide in concern at your statement. "Where are you staying?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "My gut is telling me not to tell a strange man where I'm staying."

"Smart girl, but I'm not letting you walk down the strip alone at night. The people here are crazy." He challenged. "No funny business. Pinky promise."

Steve raised his pinky for you with a genuine look of promise and concern on his face. "Do people often trust you to get them to safety?"

His cheeks turned pinker, and he let out an adorable giggle. "Yeah, I think most people find me to be very trustworthy."

"No funny business." You lifted your hand and wrapped your pinky around his with a quick handshake. "I'm staying at New York, New York."

"Oh wow, we have a long way to go with lots of chances to blow through that stack." He smiled. "What are you drinking? I'll order you another one."

"Honestly, I have no idea." You admitted, smile coming back to your face.

"Okay great! That helps me a lot" The blonde laughed.

"Excuse me" You politely flagged down the bartender. The same one from earlier coming back, you showed him your glass. "Can I get another one of these please? And whatever he wants?"

You looked to Steve who looked between you and the bartender. "Just two waters please."

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed.

"What? You're not going to have a drink?" You questioned.

He pulled a copper flask out of the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. "I'll drink more, but this is stronger."

"Oh, nothing here is strong enough for you?" You raised a brow, your smile growing just as lopsided as his.

"Nope. This stuff is special, it comes straight from another realm."

Laughing at his joke, as you handed the bartender cash straight from the wad Steve gave you. "That's funny, because I hope this is strong enough to make me feel like I'm no longer in this realm, so cheers to that!"

You and Steve sat at that bar for a solid two hours as conversation topics flew at the two of you unexpectedly fast. Each one new topic was short lived as an enthusiastic response would happily slip off one of your tongues, so excited that the two of you had so much in common.

Then, Steve decided to start the shopping spree. He offered you a hand to help you off the stool, which quickly turned into a protective arm around you, or ushering you the entirety of your time together. He knew that the men on the Vegas strip were pigs, but he underestimated how bad it really was.

But the cat calls, whistles, and lingering eyes were drowned out by the city sounds and the big flashing marquee lights that littered the sides of every building you passed. It was just as mesmerizing as the night before, skipping down the streets in a drunken haze with your best friends.

Now you were mesmerized by not only sin city, but the mysterious man you were following around as if you'd known him your whole life.

With a sense of childlike wonder the two of you ended up in silly places like the M&M's store, and the Coca-Cola store, but you also ventured into more classy designer establishments where you convinced him to buy a lovely new belt at Louis Vuitton.

It looked good, he looked good. You had to work really hard to contain the drool in your mouth as you watched him take off his old belt to replace it with the new one.

He tried to buy you a new bag, but once again you were being stubborn and were having a hard time accepting such a generous offer.

So, you suggested another drink. Just one more.

More sitting and chatting with Steve, you swallowed down the liquid in your cup while he shot the rest of the liquid in his flask.

That last drink was the worst of your poor decision making that night, or so you thought.

Because the last memory you had was sitting at that bar and really admiring him.

The alcohol had turned his cheeks and the tip of his nose a rosy pink color that somehow made his blue eyes shine even brighter, and add to the wholesome energy you felt radiating from him.

Sweet, silly, carefree, handsome, safe.

Then, you woke up.

Slowly at first. Your eyes opened and the dull pounding at the back of your skull wasn't nearly at bad as you deserved. The air conditioning did wonders keeping you comfortable, the light peaked through the black out curtains, and your belongings scattered across the room confirmed that you were definitely in the right place.

You looked around more. M&m's bag, Louis Vuitton bag... Converse bag? You didn't remember buying shoes. Wait... how did you get here?

Only then did you wake up FAST. You sat up, and your heart pounded as you realized that Blondie was in your bed. The sudden movement made your head pound even harder, but the good news was that he was fully clothed and was sleeping above the covers.

You were also asleep and fully clothed, but both of you were in different clothes than you had on last night. That's probably what those shopping bags in the corner were...

Carefully rolling out of bed to try and make yourself somewhat presentable and aid along trying to process what happened last night, you walked into the bathroom.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, fix your hair.

By the time you came out, Blondie was sitting up in bed with his legs on the floor, shooting you an apologetic look. He was apprehensive, scared to gauge how sick and unenthusiastic you would be by his presence this morning.

"Good morning." He said quietly, voice deep and raspy from inhaling the dry air and residual cigarette smoke.

"Morning." You tried to be polite, clutching the side of your head. "What happened? How did we- how did any of this-"

"Nothing happened." Steve reassured you. "I would never take advantage-"

"Okay, okay." You nodded slowly, feeling slightly relieved. "Advil. I have Advil."

Waking over to the table in the hotel room, you grabbed the bottle of painkillers and a water. You opened both and popped two little pills in your mouth, washing them down with water.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember much either. It's been a really long time since I've gotten drunk. This is really out of the ordinary for me." He explained.

"I guess we're on the same boat then." You agreed with him before a couple pieces of paper catch your eye.

"I guess I should probably go?" Steve stated, but it was more of a question. This was the first time he ever found himself waking up next to a stranger.

"No, you stay right there." You insisted frantically, picking up the piece of paper.

Certificate of marriage.

Your name signed at the bottom next to another signature that read Steven G Rogers.

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

You studied the signature, looked at his face, looked at the signature, then his face again.

In the table, there was a picture of the two of you kissing. Him in his suit, you in the dress you wore last night but also a veil.

"Oh my god" You exclaimed, so much information to process.

"What?" Steve questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh my god!" You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.

"What happened?"

"You didn't tell me..." You puffed out a breath, then an unexpected giggle left your throat. Of course, this would happen to you the one time in your life you didn't behave like a perfect angel. "Captain America?"

"Oh... Guilty?" Steve's shoulders sunk. "I introduced myself, no?"

"As Steve." You exaggerated.

"Yeah, I'm Steve." He agreed.

"Well, at least I was safe." Finding the benefit of the doubt. "Do you remember getting married last night, Steve?"

You passed the paper and the picture to him, and his face contorted into an expression you couldn't quite read. "...wow."

"Wow?" You questioned. "I unknowingly married Captain America last night and all you have for me is wow?"

"Holy shit." Steve looked up at you.

"That's better." You nodded.

"You don't look panicked" Steve noted.

"I'm not panicked because at least you're a superhero." You explained. "That counts for something right? Like people won't think I'm totally inane for marrying a stranger when they find out it's Captain America? And like... a superhero means you have people who come and clean up after you right? Someone can fix this right?"

You watched the gears turn in his head. "... I have to call Tony."

Tony. Who's Tony? Think. Superhero, avengers, Steve, Captain America. Tony... IRON MAN.

"Stark?" Your eyebrows raised. Steve nodded, pulling out his phone. "Now I'm freaking out. I'm really freaking out."

"It's okay, give me a second." Steve said calmly.

You nodded, the remembered you should check your phone too. As he spoke quietly to Tony, you looked around for your phone before finding it on the night stand, flooded with dozens of missed calls and texts from friends wondering where you were. You quickly sent off a text in a group chat saying you'd explain later, and that you were okay.

Eventually Steve ended the call. "He said he'll be here in a minute or two."

"Oh, okay great." You said exaggerating your nonchalance. "No biggie. Iron man coming over to read my marriage certificate to Captain America."

Steve giggled at the ridiculousness of the situation. "My mother would be over the moon to find out I'm married."

"My mom might have me 6 feet in a grave if she ever finds out about this." You sat back down on the bed next to him.

"When do you leave Vegas?" Steve questioned.

"My flight is at nine tonight. What about you?"

"Flying home at six thirty." He informed you. "Where do you live?"

"New York" You said simply. "Queens."

"We both live in New York and we’re staying in a New York themed hotel? What a small world." Steve noted. "Maybe we don't have to fit in a divorce before this evening."

"I mean... you are very handsome so I definitely wouldn't mind staying married to you for a few days until we get this figured out." You grinned.

A small blush stippled his cheeks at your compliment. “You’re so pretty I would’ve never had the courage to talk to you if I wasn’t drunk.”

Just like him, you blushed at his admission, and giggled at his words. “This doesn’t feel like real life.”

“Maybe I should’ve gotten you a ring instead of whatever the hell we bought last night.” Steve thought.

You looked down at your left hand, and sure enough, there was a pretty ring on your finger. You lifted it up to show him. “Looks like you were two steps ahead of yourself”

“Oh, good.” He chuckled. “At least there’s that.”

Then, there was a knock at the door.

You looked at Steve with wide eyes and nervousness building up in your tummy at the thought of being in the same room with one third of the Avengers.

“I’ll get it” He reassured you, standing up to answer the door.

Before you knew it, Tony Stark confidently barreled into the room. Firing some teasing words at Steve, you knew the poor guy would never hear the end of it.

“Oh look, here she is!” Tony announced.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine Mrs. Rogers.” He smiled.

“Tony” Steve warned with a glare.

“Where’s the paper work?” Tony asked.

You quickly handed him the picture and the signed document that was on the table. Steve stood right next to you as you both watched him read over it, and evaluate the legitimacy.

Tony took out his phone snapped a few pictures, and made a weird face. Nervously, you his your face in Steve’s arm and he instinctively rubbed your back to comfort you.

Then, Tony started laughing. “Rogers you’re an idiot.”

“I’m aware, but what’s so funny?” Steve complained.

“It’s fake.” Tony said.

“What?” Your head popped up.

“Little white chapel, married by Elvis just for the gag type of thing. There’s no marriage license, it’s not a legal marriage.” He explained, handing you the papers back.

Both you and Steve let out a huge sigh of relief. “Maybe I’m not that much of an idiot after all.”

“No, you’re still stupid.” Tony denied. “Out of all the people in the world I would’ve never expected this from you, Cap.”

“This is Thor’s fault.” Steve pointed his finger.

You didn’t understand how the god of thunder had anything to do with this, but you had no mental capacity left to even ask.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter. Just be on time for the flight home and stay out of trouble.” Tony told him. “Hope to see you around again soon, Mrs. Rogers.”

And just like that, he was out faster than he came in.

“I know Tony made it seem like everything is okay, but it’s not and I have a giant mess to clean up with the team.” Steve explained to you.

“Yeah, I’d assume so.” You smiled.

“Which means I really should go.” He let you down. “But regardless of this fiasco, and from what I do remember, I had a lot of fun with you last night. Would you want to exchange phone numbers and maybe hang out again when we get home?”

“I would love that, Steve.” You agreed.

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours. Both putting in your phone numbers and names before swapping them back.

At the same time, you both burst out laughing at the contact names.

Unplanned, he put his name as Husband, and you put yours as Wife.

“Ridiculous!” You laughed, walking him to the door.

“Maybe we really were meant to be.” Steve pondered.

“Maybe.” You agreed. “But in all seriousness, thank you for getting me home safe last night. I was really lucky to run into the right person at the right time.”

“Of course.” Steve grinned. “Travel safe, and let me know when you get home so we can set something up.”

“You got it.” Rocking up on your tippy toes, you kissed his cheek. “Have fun cleaning up that mess, Husband.”

“Don’t tell your Mom about this, Wife.”

You locked your lips and threw away the key. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

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[deunmiu-dessie]

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imagine being the babysitter for the price family, ur meek and quiet around john and mainly communicate with mrs. price. but ur absolute fun with the kids; they just adore u so much and ask about u all the time even when ur not scheduled to watch them :(

though u always thought john never cared for u in the first place— i mean, his wife said they needed a sitter while she went back to work and he provided the money. the two of u had never talked much before, small greetings and thank u’s but that was it.

but one day, out of the blue he comes home early when ur watching the kids, ‘nd he's touchy :(

his burly body caging you against the counter as u make something for the kids to eat. his hands at ur waist as he reaches to grab something from above u, brushing against u when u pass each other in the hall. ‘nd u swear u can hear him breathe in ur perfume when ya’ll are close, a rumble in his chest. but u didn't think much, mr. price was good man.

but then he becomes bolder, large hands groping at ur thighs, bulge pressed against the curve of ur ass, invading questions about ur sex life. ‘nd u should feel scared, disgusted, u should tell his wife– but he hasn't rlly done anything. i mean, he’s just teaching u how to kiss— his mouth dominating and tongue bullying ur own, saliva dripping down ur chin…. but it’s for later purposes, when ur in a relationship. just practice.

he hasn't rlly done anything worth telling. he’s just teaching u how to touch urself, how to work ur fingers on ur clit. just teaching u how to properly deepthroat, his balls flush against ur chin as he bottoms out down ur throat. just teaching u how to have sex the right way, the safe way— his thick cock, covered in a condom inching its way into ur sloppy, virgin cunt :(

[spirk-trek]

trying not to think about how balance of terror ends with jim trying to comfort a member of his crew who just lost the man she was about to marry

then in the next episode we see one of his "fondest wishes, either old ones you wish to relive or new ones," and it's his first love, ruth who I'm PRETTY sure is dead

he doesn't do any of his usual kirk things, doesn't go for the kiss or the charm, just stares at her in awe, wonder, shock... confusion. and it must've crossed his mind then, right? the lieutenant who died on his watch, causing the same pain he had gone through with ruth... were they engaged too? was he going to marry her?

and i'm definitely NOT thinking about how after bones is killed, his desire changes back to his academy bully, but instead of venting out an old rivalry he gets his ass kicked (how often do we see captain james t kirk beaten like this just from a fistfight??)

his fondest desire is punishment, for not being able to save ruth, for losing bones, for being the reason that poor girl lost her love, for everyone else he hasn't been able to save

i'm not thinking about it i swear i'm not i would never (lie)

[dumbbitchgalore]

(Forgive me in advance for any military inaccuracies)

John Price joining the army at 16 never sat right with me.

Sure people join, but why him? He seems like someone who would excel at school without much help. Even if he might have been a delinquent in his youth, I feel like he would’ve had potential.

Unless he needed to prove himself quickly that having a proper education i.e. the traditional route would’ve hindered.

So this is where my backstory of John comes in.

Wholeheartedly believe that he had a deadbeat dad who left him and his siblings. As the oldest, he has very big shoes to fill. They were low class, living in a housing commission home that was too cramped for the amount of people in the home.

John would’ve worked odd jobs here and there but what ticked him off is a comment his mother made to him: “Of course, you’d act like that. You have that bastard’s blood in you.”

It was something that was said out of frustration, without much care about the consequences. John’s mother is caring and understanding but I feel like I’m the heat of the moment, she said something like that.

And that’s what triggered John. He never ever wanted to be like his father. He worked his arse off to cut down the amount of hours that his mother works but now he felt like it wasn’t enough. So, at age 16 he joined the army.

Must to his mother’s dismay, John went ahead with his plans. He walked out of the from door, leaving behind a sobbing mother and 3 little sisters too young to understand what was going on.

“I’ll make sure I come back as the man you want me to be. I’ll make sure to get you out of this hellhole one day, mum.”

[fairyboygenius]

outside of the confines of fanfiction and our collective hallucinations of the blorbos

[bellamer]

Miles worrying because Hobie sometimes disappears with no contact from time to time so Miles gets in contact with Karl to see if Hobie is alright and that he's not in immediate danger but Karl's just like

"Nah, he's just sleeping"

And Miles is just like "Well how long has he been sleeping"

And Karl just says "Since two days ago" like that shit is just normal

And that's when Miles finds out that Hobie doesn't have a sleep schedule, he just has a "big sleep" where he forces his body to stay up for as long as it can, sometimes for weeks occasionally, before it simply just collapses from exhaustion, occasionally only waking up for a few minutes to eat, use the bathroom and drink something before passing back out for sometimes three days straight.

Miles is mortified because its definitely not healthy and if it wasn't for his spider powers, it would have probably killed him long ago.

So Miles takes things into his own hands. Sometimes, he'll bribe Ganke to go stay with some other friends for the night or on weekends when Ganke goes home for the weekend Miles stays and makes up an excuse to his parents and let's Hobie stay over in his dorm, or, when both of his parents are working late shifts, he'll sneak Hobie into his room to make sure he gets at least 8 hours of sleep

It doesn't even have to be from night till morning, he doesn't care if Hobie's even sleeping from 7am to 2pm in his dimension, he just wants Hobie to get decent amounts of sleep and not fall into three day comas.

[go-go-gadget-autism]

Doctor!Reader x Price

reader is gender neutral! <3

ever since his ex divorced him, he never thought he’d be able to love another.

oh, he was heartbroken. he would always dwell on his mistakes, so he just indulged in paperwork to distract himself.

until he saw you.

a pretty little thing walking around base, dressed in a neat white coat with gently combed hair

he took one look at your sweet smile, and by god, he knew he was in trouble.

he thought he was able to hide it well, but the rest of the 141 knew immediately

i mean, they’ve been around him for years, he’s essentially their dad

every time you gave him a little glance, bloody hell did he feel like a teenager with a crush again

he would slowly start to visit you more often, and it’s not like you didn’t notice.

i mean, it would be hard to not notice him

he was only a few inches taller than you, but something about him just commanded attention.

maybe it was the way he held himself. maybe it was the way his eyes would soften when he looked at you, his face crinkling slightly as he smiled.

maybe it was the way your breath would hitch as he passed by, smelling of ash and of pine, his hand lingering for a moment too long on your shoulder.

maybe it was the way he shut your office door and locked it, approaching you from behind and coaxing his arms around your waist, breathing softly into your ear as he peppered kisses along your neck.

maybe it was the way he held onto you at night like he was afraid to lose you, wrapping you into his body and grasping you like you would disappear if he let go.

maybe it was all of those.

but as you wake up in the morning and feel a soft kiss on your temple, you knew that it just felt right.

this was where you both were meant to be.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

ray manchester x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • ray manchester masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: the lack of these on the internet is concerning 🎀💋

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dating ray manchester/captain man would include…

ok so you have always been a fan of captain man

because who wouldn’t? 

you may have had a poster of him in your room at some point 

maybe

ray fell in love with you after saving you from drowning 

(a/n: sorry i have a saving thing—)

which of course was a dream come true for you  

the saving not the drowning

and he kept running into you 

and so when one day you came into the store he was thrilled 

you get a job in the man cave 

and you learn his identity soon 

lots of flirting 

he’s cocky in a cute way but gets all flustered around you at first like it’s adorable 

like the kids roll their eyes at your guys’ obvious attraction 

but eventually you guys admit your feelings (albeit awkwardly)

but it’s cute 

the man cave is like your second home 

you hang with charlotte especially and also jasper constantly because yes

henry loves you like a cool aunt 

you live in the man cave eventually

you guys are just so happy together 

ray gets anxious when he goes out to fight crime because he doesn’t want to leave you alone 

and you also get worried for him 

schwoz likes to tease you guys  

ray wouldn’t survive without you and char

his hugs are actually the best and he comforts you when you have doubts/insecurities 

henry has accidentally caught you and ray multiple times

“aaaaand I am never going in that hot tub again”

ray also gets really jealous 

“hey ok I saw the way gooch’s plant was looking at you and I’m the only one who gets to look at you like they want to take a bite of you.”

he’s super protective

which you pretend to hate 

but you actually love 

he loves cuddling so much which is great because so do you

he calls you lost of cute nicknames

he loves surprising you and taking you out to fun restaurants 

he gets super excited to show you silly new gadgets schwoz has made in the man cave it’s adorable

you sleep in his bed a lot 

and you occasionally shower together

(i’m sorry bro that shower scene did things to me 😩)

he loves bragging about you to anyone he can find 

“have you met my girlfriend? this is y/n, my girlfriend”

you have movie marathons and you love resting your head on his chest but he always falls asleep first 

also he’s really good at taking care of you when you’re sick and he’s actually an amazing nurse

he loves your body so much

he even lets you try on the captain man suit

you couldn’t be happier with your superhero boyfriend <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ ahhh i had so much fun writing this!! i love this man so much and i figured i’d write for him. henry danger is a current obsession of mine and im such a simp for ray manchester. hope you enjoyed ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚🩰🍓

[empresskylo]

oh, to tie price’s hands behind his back and make him have to beg for it while you tease him mercilessly. to hear him go “please, baby,” his voice all whimpery and exasperated. to watch him rut his hips against nothing out of frustration. and the way he’ll look at you with heart eyes, his eyes fluttering shut, when you finally ride him. you smirk when you stop your movements and he groans, “baby, i can’t—please—fuck.” you tell him to keep his eyes on you. he obliges. then says “i wish i could touch you.” he listens so well so you reward him but touching him, all over his chest, running your hands through his hair, humming in the back of his throat in response. you kiss his nose and then bounce up and down on his cock just the way he likes. he makes all kinds of noises in his throat, loud sighs and strangled moans escaping his lips. and then he comes inside you the second you call him a good boy.

[angel5ofp0rn]

overheard from the Price children’s playroom

(based on my last babysitting experience LOL)

Price baby: Play wif dis one, uncle Soap.

Soap: Aw, alright princess. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll play dollies with ya. What’s this little one’s name?

Price baby: Dats baby uncle Ky.

Soap: Baby uncle Kyle? That’s cute. Which one is baby uncle Soap?

Price baby: Dis one.

Soap: Why does it look like this one’s been ran over by yer dad’s truck?!

Price baby: I frowed it in da garbage.

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Ghost putting up glow in the dark stars above his bed because he gets nostalgic about sleeping under the stars sometimes. Ghost having a nightlight so he can see his surroundings and make sure he's not back in that coffin when he wakes up from a nightmare. Ghost keeping a fan on in his room at all times to stop the ringing in his ears. Ghost only being able to sleep if another member of the 141 are in the room with him. Ghost who secretly enjoys cuddling and being held, but only Soap, Roach, and Price get the honors of being able to even touch him for prolonged periods of time. Ghost who cries when overwhelmed and overstimulated, but blames it on allergies or sweat.

[nam-ski]

Marvel headcanons:

- Clint gifts Peter a drum set for birthday just to annoy Tony, Tony just turned the soundproofed walls and.

- Nat has a „emotional support knife“ and every time she’s stressed she stabs random people with it.

- In Peters school was a project called, bring a family heirloom. So he just brought Steve with him, because he was practically given from Howard to Tony and one day he will be given to Peter.

- What if one day when the Rogeus are in Wakanda they all panic because Toby’s jet appears and then Peter gets out, he and Shuri disappear to god knows where. For a week none of the two is be seen and then Peter goes back to Queens, all of the Rogeus just think they hallucinated and neither TChalla or Shuri is willingly to explain it.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Hello sweet! 🩷✨

I see this and I think in Old! John Price. I want sooooo much, me recordó mucho a tus escritos.

Creo que podría gustarte! Es un enlace 🌽, espero que no te moleste.

Griss! I love you! I love you! I love you! 🥺💕💖

I have seen a lot of arse licking videos but this is gold!!

Icing on the damn cake! 😋🤤

Personally, I believe that John wouldn't really be into arse licking unless his lovie likes it. Obviously, he's sercretly into it but he'll never tell you to do it unless you show the same enthusiasm.

So like the good girl you are you get to licking his arse good. You coat it in your spit, sucking on his cute little hole. Cleaning him up with a smile on your face and zero complaints.

If John is on his back, then I feel like he'll push your face into his arse making you like him nice and good. He loses control and becomes forceful, denying you rest until he is happy and content.

Obviously after he's done he'll apologise but you shut him up with a kiss causing John to moan as he tastes himself on your lips.