rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + his endgame!hair

steve hums quietly.

it's a pleasantly low purring noise that you feel, since you currently sit at the edge of your bed, steve on the floor, his head and neck tucked between your legs

he faces away from you as you gently distribute the product through the strands of his blond hair

each time you pull your fingers through, steve's head lulls back slightly, because he feels totally relaxed with his neck cushioned by the warm skin of your thighs.

"feel good?" you nudge him.

he just hums again, turning to press a chaste kiss to your leg.

you grab one more dollop of the hair clay before warming it up in your hands.

"when are you gonna cut your hair, stevie?" you ask. "getting kinda long."

"i like it long."

"it doesn't get in the way?" you put the finishing touches on his look, smoothing down the little flyaways, fixing the shape.

you see a little pink rise in his cheeks. "when it was shorter, you never did this for me."

playfully, you squeeze him with your thighs.

"and i like this a lot," he admits.