First, I wanted to say that you are an excellent writer.
There aren't enough stories out there for Cap.
Could you do anything about it?
Where Cap is passionate about the reader and to add some drama, there is a triangle with a McCoy, but in the end the reader chooses Cap. It may contain some dirt 😉😉
A/N: You’re preaching to the choir! I love me some one-eyed Cap, that man brings out the little prairie housewife in me 😍🤤🥵 && this is like the most adorable ask ever. ‘could you do something about it?’ so f*cking cute like uhm hell mothaflipping YES, cutie pie! Hope you like it! Sorry it ain’t no drabble. If you like my work, please show your support by rebloogging. Sharing is caring!
Warnings: 18 & over only! | sexual assault attempt; rape attempt; self-defense violence; language; smutty end.
Pairing: Cap x gn!reader
Word count: 3,202
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Election Day was a big day for everyone on either side of the tug. Though the gathering was mainly to collect political votes, many people took advantage of it to flaunt their sharp-shooting skills in contests that would ring loudly in your ear; promote their new home-grown products or brand spanking new machines that could make household chores easier. Some men sold their whiskey and ‘shine to make a little extra money and popularity; women sold homemade goods such as fruit compotes packed in glass jars, covered with dainty floral or simple plaid-patterned fabrics and brown yarn tied around the edges.
Your favorite purchase was the candied green apple from Mrs. Helstead’s stand. You would never leave without and, even if you couldn’t partake in the festivities, your folks always brought home one for you to snack on.
You weren’t really looking forward to the event this year though. The men who’d been chasing your tail would be there and, to make matters, one was a Hatfield and the other, a McCoy. The two most famous families to ever be in feud in the states of Kentucky and West Virginia.
Tolbert was a good fellow from the humble McCoy family. Handsome and tall, young and proud. But man, did he have a temper on him.
Then you had Willie Hatfield. Everyone calls him Cap now since the unfortunate accident at his daddy’s lumber yard. He wasn’t rich as no king, but thanks to his old man inheritance, the family had land and companies to their name. Though they had more than most, Cap never allowed himself to flaunt it. His father would always remind his sons work the foundation of any progress, but Cap never had the desire to have more than he needed. Staying humble was just one of the many things you admired about him.
The eldest McCoy son Tolbert is already drunk off his ass, stumbling and slurring his words before the festival is even halfway through. You can nearly taste the whiskey on his breath when he steps closer to you.
“Just one dance, y/n. That’s all I’m asking for. It ain’t much, is it?”
“Tolbert, you can barely stand let alone dance. I won’t let you make a fool outta either of us.”
“You used to always dance with me.”
“Don’t start now, Tolbert. You better quit that talk-”
“It’s that son of a Devil Anse boy, ain’t it? It’s Cap Hatfield. I knew it, I knew he’d been pining over you.”
“You’s drunk too much, Bertie.”
“It ain’t blinded me none. Y/n, you know I can treat you better than that bastard can.”
“Don’t call ‘im that. You ain’t no bastard and neither is he. You’re both good men who just hate each other.”
“Ain’t no good that can come from that family, y/n. Now I know I can’t jump over no nickels to save a dime, but I love you more than he could.”
His hands firmly wrap around your forearms and the strength he added to his grip overwhelms you with a dreadful regret of agreeing to go on a walk alone with him. You’re alone in the woods, too far for anyone to hear you call for help over the joyous tune of the echoing fiddle that sings in the summer breeze. He’s drunk and all he craves is you. The scent of your hair, the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body. And he’s not discreet about it.
You try to pull your arms out of his hands. Hopefully, he’ll let you go if you’re polite enough. If he really loves you and cares about like he says he does, you’ll be free to walk back safely.
“Tolbert, let me go. I wanna go back.”
“No, no, stay here with me, suga. Let me show you how much I love you.”
As he pushes you against a tree, the bark digs through the cloth and into your skin, scratching uncomfortably. Your body is fettered by his while his mouth starts mauling at your neck.
“Stop it, Tolbert! I don’t wanna do this!”
“C’mon now, sweetheart. J-Just give me the chance to show how good I can make you feel. Please, just gimme one chance. I just need one to prove I'm better than any of those Hatfield devils.”
The despair bleeds from his word and you struggle to push him off. Panic is swelling your chest as quickly as the tears in your eyes. When he releases an arm to carelessly claw at your garments, you take advantage of your small glimpse of freedom. In a furious spur of distress, your nails dig into his neck as you shove him off you.
“Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
The fury in your words is barely contained by your clenched teeth. It takes every fiber of your being to not hit him and risk worsening your situation. Your tears are gut-wrenching evidence of the hurt he done put on you. He wasn’t meaning to cause you harm; he wanted to do the opposite, but he’d failed. Neither of you say anything else as you stare each other. He’s frozen by your rejection which he most certainly can only expect after he realizes what he would’ve done if you hadn’t slashed the skin off his neck with your nails. The disgust and sheer rage in his eyes tell him you will never love him like he knows you love Cap.
You’re silent as you march back to join the crowd in Blackberry Creek. You know he’s stayed behind and you’re thankful for that. Part of you thought he’d chase after you to finish what he started. Just the thought of it has your feet picking up their pace. Relief washes over you when you finally reach the crowd.
Your first instinct is to look for your folks and glue yourself to their side, but they would notice the tears. They’re having such a good time; you know they’d leave right away, but you opt to keep the unpleasant private events to yourself.
Perched atop of your family’s wagon, you wait and watch the rest of the crowd all happily going on about their day entirely unaware that you’d witnessed one of the most terrifying moments of your life.
Taking quick glances at the McCoys, you make sure your eyes don’t linger longer than they need to. You just want to make sure Tolbert’s far from you and he is, cussing about some Hatfields and drinking his sorrows away. He can barely stand on his feet.
Your eyes drift over to scan for your ma and your pa; you smile to yourself as you watch them dance without a care. The sight sparks some hope in you, that you’ll have the same one day with someone who loves and respects you just the same.
A burst of children laughing catches your attention. Just across the clearing in the woods, Cap’s playing with his younger cousins. He’s one of them captured in his arm as he twirls the young boy in the air having chased him and the other children in a tradition game of tag: their favorite game to play whenever the family comes together and Cap is usually the chosen one aside from sweet ol’ Cottontop. You must be staring too long and hard because he must’ve sensed your eyes on him. Heart racing with every step he takes closer towards you, you pray he won’t note your pink, puffy eyes.
“You sittin’ up there ‘cause you all ready to leave?”
“No... Just wanted to be with my own company for a while is all.”
“Would it happen to have anything to do with whatever went on between you and that McCoy varmint?”
He takes a swing from his flask of whiskey; he already knows the answer, but he has to hear it from you. Wouldn’t be right to jump to conclusions just yet.
“Nothing went on, Cap. Leave it be.”
“I can put two and two together, y/n. Somethin’ went down out there. Tolbert’s lookin’ like he done just got mauled by some feline, you been cryin’ a river.”
He’s too smart for his own good. You loved his wits, but you wished he didn’t have any right now.
“I saw you two coming back... You know you can trust me.”
“You both do enough fightin’ already. I don’t want no fuss over me, Cap.”
“I declare if you don’t none, there won’t be none... He lay a hand on you? He touched you?”
You gulp as the words weight like stones in your throat. You could lie to him, but the way he lowers his voice and gazes up you with genuine concern sparkling in those beautiful blue gems reflects the sincere affection he feels towards you. He just wants to make sure you’re alright; he keeps his tone hushed to evade the risk of anyone else overhearing or shaming you in case something seriously fowl did indeed occur.
“No... He tried to, but I pushed him off me and he stopped. Told him one day, he’ll reap what he sows.”
“That goddamn son of a- I’m gonna make him pay for this.”
“Cap, please don’t... “
He frowns looking at you like you’ve grown another head.
“The hell you mean don’t? He’s gotta pay for puttin’ his filthy paws on you like the no-good mutt he is.”
“Please, Will... I don’t want no trouble over me. I’m worn slap out of all this fightin’ between yous.”
“I’ll respect your wishes, sweetheart. But you mark my words. That McCoy bastard will pay. Maybe not today, nor tomorrow. When his day comes, I promise you one thing. He will be punished for his crime and I only pray to God it’s by my hands.”
The struggle against the waterworks is useless; it’s already brimming in your eyes. Cap’s heart breaks in his chest, taking it as a sign to shut the hell up. All he wants to do is take your hurt away, not cause you more. And in the blink of an eye, he’s climbed up the wagon and sat beside you. Social laws forbid him from hugging you like he wants to; he also doesn’t want the memory of Tolbert’s near attack flashing back and yanking you away. So he sits beside you and holds your hand sandwiched between his large palms. His gentle touch consoles you to rest your head on his slouched shoulder, just gratefully appreciating his quiet company.
A couple of days pass since the Election festival by the creek. You keep yourself busy with chores and keeping your mother company while you’re out on errands. You rarely spot Cap around town, but when you do, he always makes sure to offer you a lift of his hat in respect. A sweet subtle gesture to remind you of his ever-lasting affection.
Upon your mother’s orders, you’re out in the woods foraging through thickets for wild berries. Summer’s the perfect time for your momma’s famous berry pie; the fruit is all plump for the plucking and makes a full basket. You already have enough for one pie, but you continue nonetheless hoping to find enough to make an extra pie for the Hatfields. You’ll say it’s to thank Cap for his consolation, but you know deep down it’s more of an excuse to hopefully see him again. You don’t wanna admit he’s all you can think about. It’s just that you can’t seem to get him off your damn mind.
The sound of twigs snapping not too distant break the spell on your line of thought. That same dreadful feeling welts up in you again until you snap your head to look behind you, pulling out the hunting knife your daddy made you carry in case you ran into some danger critter.
“Easy now, sweetheart! Just me. I mean you no harm.”
Your lungs finally release the breath they were holding in. He chuckles at your quick wit of self-defense, admiring the fire in you to never go down without a fight. His hat is removed out of respect of your presence and lowered down to his chest, but you don’t think to look at his other hand.
“Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph. You almost done stopped my heart, Cap!” You chuckle in relief.
“What are you doing here anyways? Ain’t you supposed to be working on with your pa?”
“I was, but I asked him to let me off early. Told him I had an important matter that needed tendin’ to. I wasn’t fittin’ to frighten but, to be fair, I did stop at your house first. Your ma said you’d be out here berry pluckin’.”
“Ma wants to make pies today. I was hopin’ to bring you one tomorrow to thank you.”
“What I do to deserve that now?” He grins.
“Offer consolation, I ‘spose. Whatcha got there?” You nod noticing something dark discreetly hiding beside his thigh, so he holds the surprise out to show you.
“This? It’s for you. Picked it up from Mrs. Halstead. I know you have one every year and you ain’t have one this time at the creek. Thought it’d lift your spirits.”
Your heart melts into a useless puddle of emotions when you realize the scale of attention he’s had on you. Never had you made no mention about it and here he stood with the caramel covered green apple you had forgotten completely about thanks to Tolbert. A beaming smile stretches from ear to ear and you’re certain your cheeks are as red as the berries you done picked.
“That’s mighty sweet of you, Cap. Will you savor it with me?”
“’Course I will.” He smiles back.
You’re sat side by side in a bright green meadow, sharing the sweet apple back and forth to each other for a bite.
“You got a little somethin’ right- here, lemme get it for ya.”
“Pardon my manners, toots. I-I hadn’t paid no mind.”
“I get it. When you got something so good in your mouth, you mind wanders.”
“Ain’t that right?”
The devilish smirk on his face makes you pause to think about what you just said. Your cheeks instantly flush with crimson as you grin, shaking your head in disbelief as you laugh quietly.
“I did not mean to say it like that. “
“Hey, I can’t blame you. Thoughts go awry when you got something on the lips.”
You wonder if he’s saying that to tease you or if it’s because you’ve got your thumb brushing over the corner of his lips. You can sense it. The pull that closes the space in between as though your lips were magnets. The apple is mindlessly drop from your hand the second they touch. Good thing you were nearly done anyways.
The heat between your legs grows as hot as the scorching sun casting down on you. You’re straddling his hips and the feel of his cock hardening in his pants makes you go insane. So close and yet, so far. His hands are all over you under the fabric of your clothes, but it aches his heart so badly to pull them away.
“Y-Y/N, don’t get me wrong now... I wanna do this. Ain’t nothing I want more. But I wanna do right by you.”
“What you talkin’ bout, Cap?”
“I wanna marry ya, sweetheart. I know I ain’t much. But I got a nice little house all done built. Just needs a family to live in.”
“Y-You really mean that, Cap? You fixin’ to marry lil ol’ me?”
“Darn right I am,” he grins with the brightest sparkle in his eye. “I’m gonna marry you good. Give you everything a good husband oughta. Love ya like you deserve.”
You’ve known you wanted him for a long time now. Ever since he started pining over you like a dog with a bone. It’s what made you uncertain about Tolbert. You wanted to tell him. You knew it’d break his heart; he’d been chasing the tails of your skirt too. But thanks to the last unpleasant encounter with the McCoy boy, you didn’t have to tell him anything.
“I wanna marry you too, Cap. I’m as sure as tomorrow. You’re the one and the only one I want.”
Laying the sloppiest kiss on you, he suddenly flips you over and lays you on your back.
“What in Jesus’ name are you up t- Cap!” you laugh squealing.
“I said I'd love you like you deserve, didn’t I?”
You can feel him smiling against your skin as he licks and kisses that little spot on your neck that your back curve your body up into his: the precise reaction he was gunning for. You know this because he quickly glides on down your chest, opening buttons as he goes.
“You really wanna do the trick out in the woods here?”
“It’s never stopped us before,” he smirks. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, y/n. All you gotta do is say so.”
That’s the thing about Cap. You knew if you did tell him to stop, he would come to full halt right there and then. Wouldn’t even question you about your hesitation. If you didn’t want none, you simply didn’t want none and that was meant to be respected. His pa’s old laws were seared into his mind. “God gave us women, son,” Devil Anse would say. “But he also gave us hands to get our dirty deeds done, not to put on women when they don’t want you. In marriage, respect comes first; not your needs.” And he’d make it very evident with the way he treated Levicy.
“I don’t want you to stop. But we’re awfully close to my daddy’s house,” you giggle instictively spreading your legs.
“That also never stopped us before,” he laughs as he reaches your pooling heat, firmly grazing his large hand over and over your fully exposed sex. “Lord have mercy! is a goddang fiery wetness down here all for me!” He cheers with a cocky grin, kissing over the soft skin just above to tease you deliciously. You almost forget your own name when he delves his tongue where you need him most.
“Hush up, Cap! My pa could catch us! He don’t know I done the Devil’s dance yet.”
“Oh, don’t you worry now, darlin’. You won’t hear a peep outta me. Only one you oughta be concerned bout keepin’ quiet is you.”
William ‘Cap’ Hatfield x Reader - “At Your Service”
William shows up at your work when he needs to get his mind off of things, to which you gladly help him out.
Requested by anon: “Idk if you write full imagines but if you do can you write a cap one where the reader is a saloon girl and cap comes and they go upstairs and maybe some smut (if you write smut )”
A/N: Hope you like it!
Warning: smut
The creaking of wood tore her attention towards the entrance. The familiar blond man nodded to her.
“Good afternoon, what can I help you with?”
He released a short breath, his eyes scanning the room as he placed a few notes of money on the table.
“I’d like (Y/N), please,” Cap murmured.
“Of course, she should be available, go to the usual room and she’ll be up in a minute,” the girl beamed.
“Thank you,” he grumbled, walking up the stairs and going to the usual room.
The woman walked to the backroom, peering the door open and peeking through it.
“Cap is here for you,” she announced once she got (Y/N)’s attention, “but be careful, he seems to be in a mood,”
“Alright, thank you,” the girl smiled, adjusting her hair before standing off her seat and walking out and up the stairs.
“Hello, William,” she leaned against the door frame, inspecting the man’s gloomy expression as he laid on the bed without his jacket and boots.
He gave her a cut nod, not glancing at her as she entered and closed the door. He sat up from the bed, swinging his legs onto her side.
“Talk to me,” the girl whispered, kissing along his jaw. Humming softly, he held her clothes hips and savoured the sensation.
“I just need an escape,” he sighed as she kissed her neck. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly as Cap peeled her lips to his, capturing them for a needy kiss.
The woman knelt on the floor, kissing down his bare chest as she unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles. Her palm applied pressure to his shoulder as he discarded his trousers on the floor. Understanding her intention, his back pressed into the mattress, a small groan rumbled in his chest as he felt her lips latch onto his tip.
Instinctively, he threw his hand in her hair, his fingers tightly intertwined with the strands on her head.
“Mmh, don’t stop,” his eyes fluttered close as her tongue dragged up and down his leg, feeling her lips tighten around his width. She smirked softly, steadily taking more and more of him inside of her mouth.
She picked up her pace, bobbing her head faster and faster and sucking him hard. His grip on her was tight and helped her take as much of him as possible.
The girl gagged as she reached his base, making his hips jerk up as a result. He cursed.
“S-shit,” he grunted, feeling how hot his skin was becoming so much hotter to the point where it was burning him.
He couldn’t control his moans anymore as the lewd sounds of her mouth sucking harshly on his cock filled the room.
“O-oh, I’m so close,” he choked out, feeling how dry his throat as he swallowed a loud lump in his throat.
Grunting and groaning told the girl everything as he approached his orgasm, his cock twitched at the back of her throat and she extended her hand to cup and squeeze his balls to help him approach his high.
A loud, long and strangled moan tore from his chest as his head shot back into the mattress as he cursed and moaned her name, cumming deep down her throat.
She choked before swallowing his seed and standing up.
“N-no, come back,” he voiced through lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, grasping her collar and pulling her above him.
Gasping, the girl held onto his shoulders, straddling his hips and kissing him deeply.
He couldn’t care less about tasting himself in her mouth, it hadn’t stopped him before. His hands snaked around her waist and back, untying her dress until it slipped off her shoulders. Cap threw it to the wooden floor, his calloused hands cups and squeezed her ass cheeks roughly.
“C-cap,” she whined from the his only-arousingly painful action. Her hands grasped his shoulders tighter as she leaned against his chest to grind her ass harder in his hand.
His lips hovered over her collarbone before kissing her skin sweetly, earning a small hum from her.
“L-lay down,” she moaned, feeling his fingers trail down her rosebud and towards her slit.
He moved away, reclining comfortably on the bed and watching her as she bit her lip, crawling towards him. She sat in his lap, cheeks flushed lightly as her palms met his chest.
His beautiful blue eyes stared into her intense (E/C) ones. Tongue trailed over her lips as she slowly grinding herself on his length.
They both released a groan as his fingers latched onto her hips. The girl’s pussy lips sucked on his shaft, coating it with her juices.
The man savoured the sight of the girl pleasing herself on him before he slapped her ass.
A surprised gasp escaped her lips before giving him a small glance to perceive a proud smirk, she sat up from him, grasping his girth and pumping slowly as his tip rubbed against her clit.
He growled, feeling how easily she was able to make him weak without even fucking him yet. His grip was tight on her hips before he slammed his entire length inside of her, making the woman cry out loudly. Her fingers grasped his wrists, pinning them above his head.
She whined, seeing the same smirk he had earlier as the girl put as much weight on his wrists as possible.
The blowjob she gave him put him in a very good mood huh?
Her legs were flush against his sides as her hips sank down into his. Everytime she took him fully inside of her, (Y/N) couldn’t help but moan. Strands of (H/C) hair fell on her face when Cap jerked up, meeting her half way as she grinded harder on him.
She felt small grunts and groans rumble in his chest, feeling how close he was getting -- she wasn’t far either.
His arms helped her take him fully, jerking up and making it easier for her to ride him, his breathing became more ragged as she clenched around his dick, moaning loudly and pulling him up.
William’s hands slid around hier waist, keeping himself up as they gazed at each other’s lips through half lidded eyes. Her fingers slid through his hair, pulling his head back and kissing him slowly.
“Mmh,” he purred against her mouth in content, sucking her bottom lip and glancing up at her.
“A-ah,” she whined as he pinched her clit, feeling her tighten slowly around him after each thrust. Both her hands where in his hair now, pulling desperately as he nudged her even closer against his warm skin as it slapped into hers rapidly.
Her cunt clenched harder around him, making him twitch as a result as she rode him harder and faster to meet his equally merciless thrusts.
Her moans grew louder as he started pounded sloppily inside of her, a clear sign for the girl that he was getting close as well. One of her hands reached behind her, cupping and squeezing his balls -- which released a loud, defenseless moan.
His fingertips rubbed her clit viciously, making her scream his name and cry out a stream of whines as she came around him, holding onto him like her life depended on it.
He rode out her orgasm as he twitched once again inside of her. Her face buried itself in his hair as she whimpered softly, clinging onto him as his few remaining thrusts brought him to the edge and he pulled out, releasing his seed on her ass and back with a loud grunt.
A few curse words could barely be depicted through his whispers as he ran a hand through her hair as she laid on his chest.
After a few moments, she pushed herself slightly off of him.
“I should go-”
“No,” he interrupted, “stay with me, please, for a little while,” the blond haired man pulled her closer, cupping her cheek to kiss her lips.
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“Fuckin’ pull yourself together Johnse,” Devil Anse cursed, watching him being pulled to the floor by Cap.
“Do you even have a reason to start fighting?” Cap shook his head exasperatedly.
“Why do you approve of Cap and (Y/N)’s marriage but not mine?” He grunted.
“What marriage?” Levicy frowned.
“Cap was only expressing his thoughts,” Devil Anse smirked amusingly.
“But you encourage it, why not me?”
“Because, Johnse, you change your mind from one day to the next and only go for the wrong girls, Cap found himself a keeper, (Y/N) has been immense help and she’s a really sweet girl, they deserve each other,” Levicy shook her head.
He’s so caring, he makes sure you’re okay, that he didn’t accidentally hurt you or that you regret anything. Cap will cuddle with you for a few hours and peppering you with light kisses.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I feel like he would like his jaw for some reason, why? I don’t know lol – but he loves your neck and your waist, he adores kissing and sucking your neck and he loves hugging your waist.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Inside of you, the old fashion way I guess.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He really likes praising you for some reason, it’s not dirty but he feels a lot better praising you during sex.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Not very experienced, he kept himself reserved for the right person, but over time, he understood what you liked and get to know what he was doing.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He loves missionary because he loves seeing your face.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s mostly serious because he’s shy about sex in the first place so he wants directs all his attention to you, joking is the last thing on his mind.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He’s always well groomed because, regardless of how many times you have told him and how many times you’ve actually done it, he is always a little insecure so he does his best.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Always always intimate, he got it from his father but everything that’s intimate stays intimate. If you want to try something different though, he’ll be more than open to talk about it for you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t masturbate at all, not without you anyway.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I don’t know if it’s a kink but he loves it when you ride him, he finds it incredibly attractive.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Bedroom only!
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
A long, hard or dul day with get him going for a round or two. If he’s jealous, that also something that will put him in the mood because he’s decently territorial.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything like knife play or something that could potentially hurt you, that’s a no no, it’s not even debatable.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He prefers giving because he likes giving you pleasure. Cap is the type of guy who loves giving more than receiving.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
On good days, he’s sweet and romantic but when he’s upset he’ll be fast and rough, he talked to you before hand if you were okay with that of course.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He prefers proper sex, even if it would be doing it fewer times. William needs to be able to savour every single moment he has with you, he doesn’t feel satisfied if it’s rushed.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Apart from the location in which you have sex, he would be willing to take risks and experiment with you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
For someone who isn’t really experienced, he has a decently high stamina, he can last a few rounds if you’re up for it.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
It’s the 19th century, I doubt there were toys at all – and if they were, if there were any that weren’t frowned up.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t really like to tease, on occasions or when you have become really familiar, though, he might tease you a little because he loves seeing your blushed cheeks.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Normal Cap wouldn’t be very loud, like grunts and low groans. Tired Cap would be more vocal like moans and curses.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He loves holding your hand. Whether it’s during foreplay, sex, or aftercare, he finds a lot of reassurance in holding at least one of your hands.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Not very thick but decently big.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I feel like Cap would have a high sex drive but he would be able to control it pretty well!
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He gets pretty tired even if he can go for a few rounds but he makes sure to fall asleep after you, he’s so romantic omg.
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So you know how Hatfield’s and McCoy’s happened in like late 18 to 19 century well like the originals ya know ... anyways do you think Cap would care if his girl was half Native American and do you think his family would make fun of her
A/N: I’m sorry if my history is really inaccurate, so I’m sorry if it offends anyoen in anyway, but I hope you like it! ^^
He would be distrustful at first because that’s how he was raised to be.
Cowboys and native americans never really got along because of how americans thought they were on top of the world when they new native americans were there first.
Cap didn’t completely understand why he wasn’t supposed to get close to you but he was really drawn to you for some reason.
He managed to get along with you, despite how different you were from each other.
But that’s what made him more interested in you.
He wanted to learn about you and he felt guilty of what you and other native americans have been through.
And you both kind of became friends after that.
He would always feel pressured of striving since he would have to play a major role in his family sooner of later.
You helped him through his tough times many times, despite how disapproving both your families were.
William helped you and defended you when you weren’t treated rightly.
You also became good friends with Cotton, he didn’t mind at all you were Native American, he just thought you were really kind and caring.
His family was really disapproving at how close the both of you were getting.
You actually got together when you were really feeling at your worst and he daringly kissed your lips through your tears.
And he held you closely.
It’s an incredibly intimate and comforting relationship.
Cap couldn’t contain how much he loved you so he asked his family to be nice since you would be popping by to help Cotton with a task.
They were shocked at how different your impression you left on them was so much different than how they first perceived you.
You were so kind and you didn’t care about them being different from you.
He was surprised himself at how highly his family suddenly thought of you.
But he really wasn’t complaining.
Your family didn’t really know how they felt about the whole thing but that didn’t stop you from loving Cap just as much as he loved you.
You are both overjoyed at how well received your relationship was.
Well, it wasn’t as bad as you originally thought.
Some of the women took a little time to warm up to you but they didn’t hate you.
Cap wouldn’t ask for a better girl, it might be frowned upon but he’ll make it work all the time.
His heart is yours alone.
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“Why not?” His voice nearly wavered as she let go of his jacket and staring down at the ground.
“Because you don’t deserve me,” She shook her head.
“If anything, you don’t deserve me, sweetheart, I kill people if I have to,”
“And I’m a saloon girl, I’m weak-”
“You’re not, can we just,” He groaned frustratedly, “we think the same way about the subject, could we probably agree that-” His statement was cut off by her hand against his lips. There was a desperate look in his eyes she didn’t realise he had.
Her delicate fingers cups his cheeks. His rough palms held her wrists before she slowly brought her lips to his.
