#thirsty virgin steve

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Losing It

steddie, omegaverse, virginity kink, loss of virginity, mdni 🔞

Steve has always been good, and good omegas kept their legs closed. His mother loved to say, “No one buys the cow when they can get the milk for free.”

Which, gross. He isn’t a cow, and any milk he has will be for his pups, thank you very much. But his mom clearly knows what she’s talking about—former stewardess who landed a hotshot business man at 21 and got him to build her a house just close enough to her dirt poor parents to rub it in. Who got pregnant a year later, stopping after Steve because, “Pregnancy is miserable, Steven. I could barely keep anything down with you! I lost weight and still got stuck with stretch marks!”

She only started saying that after he presented, while the cow thing started much earlier. Mostly about his father’s secretaries. And anyone in short skirts.

But his mother always would say, “You’re such a good omega, Stevie. So sweet and pure. You’re going to make an alpha very happy someday. Just make sure you get what you deserve first.”

Robin says his mom gave him a complex, fucked him up. “Seriously, Steve, it’s like a fetish. You get off on blue-balling your dates,” she says one night while Steve is shelving new releases.

“I do not! I just wanna make sure I find the right alpha.”

“You thought I might be-”

“Shut up!”

Neither of them needs to think any more about his drunken confession when they first became friends. How he tried to kiss her before she admitted to only liking girls and awkwardly screeching that he had nice tits but she was much more interested in playing with Tammy Thompson’s boobies.

“Besides, you’re a big ol’ virgin, too!”

“Yeah, but not because I wanna be! I’m a virgin in a loser way; you’re a virgin in a porno way!”

Steve’s lower lips trembles, his shoulders hunch, and in moments Robin is at his side.

“I’m sorry, that was bitchy!”

“No, you’re right! I’m a prude and a tease and I’m—Rob, I’m really fucked up.”

They talk it out the rest of their shift, and Steve makes up his mind to find a decent alpha and get it over with, rip off the bandaid so he doesn’t have some virgin/whore complex when he finally gets married.

But finding a decent alpha is *hard* and he goes on too many first dates and zero second dates. He’s about ready to give up, to focus on re-applying to colleges instead, when it finally happens.

He’s running late, picking up Dustin as a favor to Mrs. Henderson, forgetting he needed gas until he’s on the way.

It’s dark, and he pulls into the near empty parking lot, spotting Dustin leaned against a shitty white van. Steve parks and rushes out, apologizing as he pulls Dustin to him, crushing him to his chest.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Dustin huffs, pushing him back. “Eddie waited with me.”

“Figured we’d give you another ten minutes before I drove him home myself,” Eddie Munson says with a smile, blowing out cigarette smoke. “You okay, Harrington?”

“Yeah. Yes. Thank you,” he starts, blushing, not sure why he suddenly feels warm. “For waiting with Dustin, I mean.”

Eddie drops his cigarette, crushes it with the toe of his boot. “Yeah, of course. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Steve, you’re being weird.”

“No, I’m not! Get in the car, Dustin, your mom is waiting. See you around, Eddie?”

“Yeah, see you around.”

Steve considers showing up early next week when he picks Dustin up from Hellfire. Or hanging around the record store in hopes Eddie comes in. But in the end he decides that he’s better off being straightforward and asking for what he wants. It’s not like an alpha would say no. Not to what Steve is offering. Not when he smelled interest and fear coming off Eddie the night before.

And with how his spicy scent made Steve’s mouth water… He thinks he’ll have fixed his little problem soon.

So he gets dressed as carefully as possible, and drives to Eddie’s.

He knocks, pleased when Eddie is the one to answer and not his uncle, the alpha blinking against the daylight. “Um, hey, Steve, what are you doing here?” he asks, sounding a little bit sleepy.

“Can I come in?” Steve blurts, nervous, maybe even a little bit terrified.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie steps aside, bowing as Steve walks past him, and it might just be what he’s planning to do, but Steve’s never been so charmed in his life. “You sure you’re okay? Because you seem kinda… Off.”

“I’m fine! Honest. I just…”

“Steve?”

“Iwanyoutafuckme.”

Even with how fast he mumbled it, Eddie clearly understood. “What the fuck? What? Why! Why ME?”

“Because I’m tired of waiting, and all the alphas I know suck, and you’re weird but nice, and…” Steve pauses, swallows hard as he looks straight into Eddie’s dark chocolate eyes.

“And no one would believe me anyway, right? So no one has to know.”

Shame flames up his neck and over his cheeks, because that was part of it. The tiniest bit. But Steve bites his lip and shakes his head. “I figured you wouldn’t make fun of me. For not being good at it.”

“With how sweet you smell, I doubt any alpha would tell you that you were bad at sex, Steve.”

“They sure do like calling me a frigid bitch and saying my pussy’s gotta be too dry to feel good since ‘I’m so good at saying no.’ But, sure…” He sniffles, and Eddie steps in close.

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I didn’t—” Eddie reaches to cup Steve’s cheek, and on instinct the omega leans into the touch.

He purrs, takes a step closer of his own and scents at Eddie’s neck. “You smell real nice, Eddie,” Steve whispers, his lips ghosting along the skin of his throat.

“You smell like hot apple pie.”

“Oh yeah?”

“With vanilla ice cream.”

“Nancy said my scent was really mild, and Tommy always said it was sour…”

“So, you’re just sweet for me, Stevie?”

“I wanna be real sweet for you, Eddie. Let me, please?”

Eddie can only nod. He leads Steve back to his room, watches as Steve strips out of his clothes, revealing delicate pink lace. “You really want this…”

“I really do.” Steve takes Eddie’s hand, brings it to his crotch, lets him feel how much slick already clings to the lacy fabric of his panties. “I want you to be the first alpha to touch me here. I thought about it all night, how good your knot would feel in my tight, hot pussy.”

“I don’t think I’ll last long enough to make it good. Shit, Steve, I’ve never—”

“It’s okay. We can always wait until you’re ready to go again—”

Eddie kisses him then, with far too much teeth, but Steve feels the desire in it and grins.

He’s getting what he wants.

Eddie’s right in the end, popping his knot too soon. Steve cries out in pain, his own dick going soft as he whines through the alpha’s near-violent orgasm.

But the second time is better. After that, Eddie begs to eat him out, to come all over his tits, for Steve to stuff those panties in his mouth and ride him.

By the time he leaves, he has a date for the following evening.

Now that Eddie’s gotten a taste, Steve’s pretty sure he’s not going anywhere.

[infinite-orangepeel]

CW: perv!virgin!eddie/camboy!steve, virginity kink, degradation/humiliation, eddie’s lowkey a creep (again), dirty talk, steve’s dick is tiny lol, religious imagery in a sexual context (brief)

thinking about virgin!loser!simp! eddie who gets zero action and has never been touched by anyone else’s hands but his own.

thinking about him rushing home from work each night to make it on time for steve’s camboy livestream.

he speeds, runs a red light or two. doesn’t pause to consider the consequences bc who the fuck cares? his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans bc he only has one thing on his mind and it’s certainly not avoiding run ins with the law.

“can’t wait to fuck you, pretty boy,” he whimpers as he turns left.

he doesn’t know the object of his affection’s real name, of course. only his username which is @prettyboy86. these days, eddie only ever cums with that name on his lips.

fuck, he’s sick in the head.

eddie’s getting more pathetic and whiny by the minute. he makes tiny little thrusts against the inner seam of his jeans to try to find some form of friction. though he has no intention of getting off before he watches steve’s show.

the zipper makes it painful and pinches the head of his weepy dick but it’s better than nothing. somehow he keeps his hands on the wheel and doesn’t get in a multi-car pile-up. somehow.

he’s so desperately in love with this boy he’s never even met, this boy who has no idea that eddie munson exists.

and to an extent, that’s part of the allure. pretty boy’s powerful. he commands an audience of thousands. people from all over the world pay $25/month just to eye a piece of him.

he never shows his face, but sometimes he’ll suck on a dildo and his lips will be visible in the shot. they’re usually slicked with sparkly lipgloss and look like they’d taste like candy.

eddie knows he must be beautiful though if the rest of his body is any indication. he’s an angel, he’s a saint. eddie worships him, prays to him with a level of devotion he’s never been able to find in organized religion.

once in the driveway of his uncle’s place, eddie throws his van in park, grabs the keys, and makes a mad dash for his bedroom. locks the door behind him as is tradition, cracks open a PBR, and logs onto his laptop.

pretty boy’s site is bookmarked, favorited, and left open in a tab from last night.

eddie navigates to the livestream waiting room and moments later, steve settles onto his haunches onscreen.

a flood of messages from similar admirers clogs up the chat quickly as eddie starts in on his own barrage of thirsty compliments:

@ethebanished: looking so cute tonight, pretty boy. i’d do anything to have your cock in my mouth.

there’s no response. steve’s not even looking at the camera or the screen. he’s adjusting something on his lower half that eddie can’t see.

maybe a cock ring or vibrating toy??

eddie’s bought him so many toys from his personalized wishlist and the one time steve took the clear glittery dildo on camera, he came in his pants instantly. didn’t even have time to stroke his cock once.

it felt intimate. it felt like steve was sending him a message, confessing his mutual love.

eddie sends a few more messages while steve holds up a finger to the audience to let them know he needs a second.

he types rapidly, without though, follows his depraved intentions and lets them run wild into the ether.

@ethebanished: i’ve been watching you since the beginning. i can’t cum to anyone else’s videos. did you know that?? you’re so special, pretty boy. no one else takes cock like you. i’d treat you so well. i’d never let you go, i swear. don’t waste time on the other boys.

@ethebanished: when i save up enough money, i’m gonna buy a custom video from you. i’m gonna make you say my name while you fuck yourself on the dildo i bought you. it’s the clear one with glitter. how does that sound?? would you like that baby?? like some dirty stranger making you cum for him?? i’m saving my virginity for you. waiting for you every day. one day we’ll fuck and you’ll thank me.

@ethebanished: i had to jack off in the storage room at work this morning. almost got caught by my manager but it was worth it. woke up so horny from a wet dream about you. you’re perfect. i have to fuck you. have to.

steve smiles. professionally whitened teeth blinding the camera. eddie convinces himself easily that it’s meant for him despite the thousands of other commenters.

he and steve have something special. sure, they’ve never directly interacted, but if they do—when they do—steve won’t be able to resist eddie’s charms.

“sorry for the delay, everyone. we had a few technical difficulties but thanks to my friend, tommy, we should be all set.”

tommy is the bane of eddie’s existence. public enemy #1. steve’s always running his mouth about “owing credit to tommy” and how “the show wouldn’t be half of what it is without tommy’s support.”

apparently, he’s steve’s camera man, editor, and resident tech guy. but eddie’s worst nightmare is steve ever including tommy in a video or stream.

eddie fantasizes—often—about replacing tommy, himself. he’s got a bunch of editing experience, owns all the fancy software, and knows how to operate a camera. plus, he’d do it for free. he’d do it just to be in the same atmosphere as steve for a fraction of a second.

fuck, his dick is leaking all over his black denim. just another pair of jeans to toss out bc pretty boy’s caused him to stain them.

if pretty boy were here, in person, eddie would have lick them clean to prove his devotion.

his attention snaps back to the screen as steve starts talking again.

“i’ve been wanting to challenge myself, lately to get a bit more up close and personal with my fans,” steve sticks his tongue out slowly and flicks it in the direction of the camera, “y’know to show my appreciation. so if it’s okay with you, i’m going to try something new today.”

eddie’s curiosity sparks. warmth spreads through his thighs, abdomen, and chest.

steve’s speaking directly to him (in his mind) and with all those pretty moles on display, eddie’s free hand wanders to tease his own pierced nipples.

he tugs at them and swirls the buds with gentle fingers. his hips buck in response. he’s always been sensitive. knows he’d cum so easily, so constantly, if pretty boy touched him.

“so one of you sweet angels sent me this adorable teddy bear,” steve nibbles on the ears of the pink plushie and eddie’s instantly jealous of whoever sent it to him, “i love how soft and cute he is, don’t you? his fur just feels perfect on my skin.”

steve lightly grazes the fluff of the bear over his inner thighs as he backs up on the mattress to display his full body for the camera. glossed lips in view. eddie gasps sharply and bites down on his knuckles to muffle the sound. he doesn’t need his uncle to know what a fucking freak he is.

“ohhh. see, that’s nice,” steve’s naked except for—and this absolutely annihilates eddie on the spot—a delicate pink ribbon that he’s tied around the base of his wet cock and a pair of thigh-high white socks.

flesh spills over the tight band of the fabric and eddie yearns to feel the squeeze of those perfect muscles around his head.

“here’s how this is going to work—i’m going to fuck my plushie like a pillow while reading comments aloud from you guys. whoever’s comment makes me cum will get a free five-minute video call with me tomorrow night before the regular livestream begins. there’s only going to be one lucky winner so do your worst, angels,” steve giggle to himself and tightens the bow on his dick, “let the games begin.”

“fuck,” eddie murmurs as he realizes how high the stakes are, “fuck. i have to win.”

the chat ramps up with lust and thrill as the audience observes steve taking the medium-sized plushie to the center of his bed. he fondles his balls, waves at the camera, and straddles the pink bear. his cock twitches in the confines of his ribbon and eddie wonders if it’s real silk. what it might feel like.

“bet you can’t wait to see my little cunt squirt on live, can you? poor teddy isn’t going to knows what’s hit him,” steve strokes the cheek of the bear apologetically and begins slowly rutting, “let’s see if he can handle me.”

it’s important to mention that pretty boy’s cock is small and that this appeals to eddie like nothing else.

eddie’s not huge, himself, but in terms of girth and length—he’s slightly above average. on the other hand, pretty boy’s dick is about three and a half inches hard. his balls are tucked right up against his body and he’s always well groomed. he’s muscular. clearly works out. has toned abs, large biceps (much larger than eddie’s), toned thighs and calves, and his ass is round like a summer peach.

eddie thinks it would taste even better on his tongue.

steve’s a seasoned professional which means he knows damn well how to put on a show. he arches his back expertly, tugs at the long brown tendrils of hair that dip towards his collarbones, and moans wantonly.

“okay—@yourgayestfantasy765 says, ‘pretty boy, you’re so fucking hot,’” steve smirks, fucks his teddy slow and precise, takes his time, “that’s so sweet. thank you!”

his words are kind, but his tone is bored and bone dry. the fact is he reads hundreds of comments like this all the time. it’s nothing new, doesn’t catch him off guard. his hips roll into the plushie’s tummy without stuttering.

it’s hard to concentrate, but eddie’s determined to stand out. racks his brain for something interesting to comment. something that will catch pretty boy’s attention.

he has to be the one to make steve cum. he has to win that five-minute video call. it would change his life to have that chance conversation with the love of his life. the only person he’s ever really wanted.

maybe he’d finally get out of bumfuck, indiana. maybe he’d finally lose his virginity and film videos with pretty boy all the time once he got some tangible experience under his—currently—un-notched belt.

eddie spies the signature tramp stamp—a row of three butterflies—between the dimples above the swell of his ass. he’s spent many long showers with his cock in his hands as he imagines sinking his teeth into that exact spot.

steve rambles off a few more copycat, lack luster comments as eddie types. he theatrically yawns midway through one to show his disinterest. the bear looks equally unimpressed below him.

“aw. you think i have a pretty cock? thank you so much, @daddydicklvr!” he blows a kiss, “but i think you can do better than that.”

eddie’s nervous. he wants this so badly. his palms are clammy. there’s chip crumbs littering the keys of his computer and it occurs to him that he should probably clean up the place when pretty boy inevitably comes over for a date.

he presses send.

“hmm—oh i recognize this username! you’ve been a longtime subscriber, haven’t you ethebanished? let’s read your comment,” pretty boy smiles genuinely and slows his movements to read, licking over his lips carefully, “‘this is going to sound crazy but sometimes i think i’m actually falling in love with you even though i’ve never met you. you’re amazing.’”

the rest of the audience immediatley thumbs down eddie’s message. the replies are even worse:

@kissmyaxx7: fuck off the stream, perv!

@nottaken_: guy thinks he really has a chance lmfao. pretty boy doesn’t date fans. you must be new here.

@titsandtats: smells desperate af in here…

@yoyostar6000: are u even trying to make him cum?

he cringes inwardly, worries he’s royally fucked up his chances, and hovers over the ‘x’ on the tab to click off.

but as he moves the mouse, pretty boy moans high in his throat and eddie finds him shivering with pleasure. his own cock jumps at the sight and suddenly he’s back in action, stroking himself from root to tip as he waits.

“in love with me, huh? i can work with that. tell me more, @ethebanished, i’m listening.”

steve’s a fucking temptress, sucks on his fingers as his thighs start to shake from effort. he’s sloppy with it—shows off his missing gag reflex and doesn’t clean up the spit the dribbles down his chest.

eddie can’t look away. doesn’t want to. his body is on fire with want and he types furiously one-handed:

@ethebanished: idk…it’s everything about u. ur smile, ur voice, ur cute little cock, ur attitude. i just feel like we’d get along great.

other audience members try to compete for steve’s attention, but he ignores them. lets their comments disappear into the chat as he reads eddie’s aloud.

“oh i’m sure you say that to all the girls and boys, cutie. there’s probably a line at your door right now,” steve’s dick is milky at the tip and he’s pressing it between his tummy and the bear. ends of the ribbon peeking out.

eddie sucks in a breath. pulls hard on each nipple for….confidence?? he can’t believe he’s about to admit this to the hottest guy he’s ever seen.

send.

@ethebanished: not quite. i’m a virgin. never had sex before let alone a boyfriend :/

pretty boy’s face—or, what eddie can see of it—lights up at that. his grin widens, reaching around to toy with his rim while he thrusts faster.

“holy shit. i gotta admit that’s hot—ah.”

eddie responds quickly:

@ethebanished: thx. no one else seems to think so. i’m kinda a loser but i promise i’d be so good to you. i’d do whatever you asked of me. idc. only have eyes for you.

steve’s little cock rabbits forwards. he pins the teddy with one hand and edges one finger into his ass with the other.

“fuck. i wish this was your cock, @ethebanished. my fingers just won’t do. i bet you’d be all messy your first time. probably cum inside me before you’d even gotten two inches in,” he whines—going deeper into the fantasy, “i’m mean, though, baby. i’d trap you inside me. i’d ride you until you begged me to stop, honey and then i’d suck you dry. how’s that sound, perv? you wanna stretch my cute cunt on your cock? i’ll teach you how to be a good boy with my pussy.”

pretty boy sticks a second finger in his ass and his balls smush against the fuzzy leg of the teddy as he grinds. his hips move in tight clockwise circles. humping the plushie with primal desire.

what eddie would do to have him rut on his face in the exact same way—

eddie’s getting close. he’s thumbing his cockhead roughly and biting down hard on the hem of his shirt. it’s almost painful to be this turned on. if he doesn’t cum soon he might just pass out or implode.

he sends one final message before he spills onto his hand and keyboard:

@ethebanished: so you gonna make me your bitch or what??

“@ethebanished says—oh fuck my pussy’s so wet, i’m not gonna last—he says—ah—oh my god,” steve shakes, groans like he’s been mortally wounded, and shoots cum all over the body of the pink plushie, “fuck yes—yes—be my bitch. gonna fucking ruin you, sweetie.”

steve humps himself through the rest of his orgasm and slowly withdraws his fingers. the little silk ribbon is somehow still attached at the base of his cock but it’s drenched. he unties it and licks his own release from the soft pink fabric.

eddie’s brain is fried. he’s still horny. he’ll likely jack of at least twice more before bed to prerecorded videos of pretty boy but he’s content.

he won.

he has a chance.

pretty boy smiles into the camera, kisses the lens with pink gloss as is his trademarked move, and squeezes the soggy teddy to his chest.

“alright that’s all i’ve got in me for tonight. but congrats to my horny little virgin @ethebanished. teddy and i look forward to meeting you on our call tomorrow! i’ll dm you the link. everyone else, good luck next time and have a slutty saturday! mwah.”

the livestream ends, eddie can hardly breathe, and his uncle knocks on the door.

“eddie, dinner’s ready! i made lasagna!”

instinctively he covers up his body.

“be out in a second! i’m—i’m working on a song!” he yells back and then pulls up a pre-downloaded video of pretty boy to prepare for his big day tomorrow.

THE END.

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[hainethehero]

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that. I know that look kid, you're not as subtle as you think. Not when it comes to this anyway."

"What's this?"

"Heat. Lust. Whatever your generation would've called it. You may be able to mask expressions out on the field but with this? You're practically panting for it."

"Brock I- ..."

"I've been in this game a long time kid. We don't mix business with pleasure."

"I'm not a kid."

"Twenty six compared to forty nine? I'd say you're still a baby, Rogers. What's worse is.. if the rumors about you are true."

"What rumors?"

"That you're a virgin. Never had sex with a woman, much less with a man. Or did your pal Buchanan take care of it for ya?"

A pause.

"You're trying to shake me off? By mentioning him?"

"I'm doing this for your own good pretty boy."

"My own good? I'm not innocent-"

"You're jailbait. You're America's sweetheart."

"You won't tarnish my reputation, Rumlow. And besides, I thought you didn't do relationships? That's not what I'm lookin for."

"Do you even know what you're looking for? Hm? You think i want a relationship? You think one romp in the sack is gonna satisfy someone like you?"

"What d'you mean someone like me?"

"I've seen the looks Rogers. I've seen the look in your eyes, when you're desperate for it. Thirsty for it. When you want a man's touch so bad it makes you look stupid. You like it when we train together, like giving me the upper hand. Like giving me your back, all the time. Can't even stifle the little sounds out of your mouth. So needy, you could cry from it."

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat, squeezing his thighs together for some friction as Brock's words leave him hot under the collar.

"So? If you're not looking for a relationship then we should both be fine."

Brock huffs but he doesn't look amused. "One fuck ain't gonna satisfy a man like me, sweetheart. I don't wanna hold your hand through this. I will fuck you up. I'll make you so desperate for it, you'll beg me on your knees for more. You won't be able to go a day without it. A day without wanting- needing, my cock in you. Wanting to feel owned. Feel like you can't move, can't touch yourself until I tell you you're allowed to."

Steve's eyes go dark, plush lips falling open to pant quietly from across the table.

"Look at you, already gone."

"I want it." Steve whispers, a mournful sound.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Legacy

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

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Previous: Jeopardize

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Beep. 

Beep. 

Sore.  That’s all Belle feels.  Sore.  And annoyed.  What was with the beeping?  She went to stretch her arm but it smarted.  Ow.  Belle slowly blinked her eyes, the harsh light irritating.  As her eyes adjust, she feels something heavy on her hand.  She looked over to see Steve sleeping on her arm, his hand covering hers.  She smiled and ran her hand through his hair.  He starts to move, and she stills.  

Steve feelings the relaxing motion in his hair. Who is petting him? He lifts his head and looks around but sees his favorite pair of violet blue eyes looking at him.  “Oh, thank god, sweet pea.”  He reaches up to kiss her forehead. “I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up.”  

“Steve, what happened?” 

“What do you remember?” 

“I was waiting for Bucky and a guy tried to grab me.  But then everything goes fuzzy.”  

Steve’s lips form a thin line.  “You were injected with a sedative.  You were right on your instincts.  Someone was watching you.  I am so relieved you called.”  

“Did Bucky catch him?” 

“No, he got away.” He could feel Becca tremble. “Hey, hey, its ok.  Baby, its ok, no one is going to hurt you ok?  You are safe here with me.” A tear fell and Steve climbed into bed with her, pulling her into his chest.  “I’m right here sweet pea.”  Becca sobbed, the realization of what happened hitting her. Steve ran his hand over her arm and keeps kissing her head.  

“Steve, don’t let them…” 

“No, nothing is going to happen. We think we know what happened but let’s make sure you’re ok first. I love you.”  

“I love you.” Becca looked up at him and he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “How long have I been out?” 

“About 12 hours.  Its,” he looked at his watch, “about 3 am right now. Dr. Cho said that you may feel the effects after you woke up.”  

“My head hurts and I’m thirsty but otherwise, I think I’m ok.” Becca looked at her arm, the IV line sticking out. “That sucks. I hate needles.”  

“Necessary, my love.” Steve smiled.  “I’m going to go get the doctor.  Don’t move.”  

“Hilarious.”  Becca rolled her eyes.  Steve left with a chuckle and Becca looked around.  She could see a lab through the glass walls and what looked like the Ironman suits in the distance. As she started to sit up, Bucky walked in.  

“Whoa! Belle, wait.” He put his hand on her shoulder to keep her in the bed. “You need to be cleared before you can get up.” 

“Bucky! You’re ok!” She reaches for him and pulls him into a tight hug.  

“Ok, Belle, I need to be able to breathe.” He pats her back.  

“You’re a super solider. You can handle it,” she replied.  He chuckles and gives her a squeeze.  “Thank you for saving me.”  

“I told you I would take care of you.”  He sits on the edge of her bed and looks around.  “Where’s Steve?” 

“He went to get the doctor.  I woke up a few minutes ago.”  

“Good.  How’re you feeling?” 

She rubbed her temples. “Like I have a migraine.”  

“Good,” a new voice comes from the doorway. Becca turns to see a pretty Asian woman in a lab coat, Steve on her tail.  “That’s to be expected with the type of sedative you were injected with.  I’m Dr. Cho, physician for the Avengers.”  

“Belle Davis. Sedative?” 

“Ketamine, to be more exact.  A very strong tranquilizer.  Luckily you pulled it out of your arm before too much was given. The migraine can be treated with regular pain medication, plenty of water and rest.  Captain, I assume you would like to take her home?” 

“I would Helen, if I could.”  

“Under normal circumstances, I would say I would keep her another day but I feel like she would be in good hand with you, Captain.  Just keep an eye on her for any other symptoms and bring her back.” Doctor Cho smiled at Belle.  “I’m very happy it wasn’t more serious. Call me, if you feel worse.”  She handed a card to Belle.  “It was nice to meet you.”  

“It was nice to meet you too.  Thank you.”  The doctor exited the room.  “Guys, where are we?” 

“We brought you to Avengers tower,” Steve said.  “I didn’t know where else to go.”  

“That explains the lab. Is Tony here?”  

“No, he and Pepper went to bed awhile a go.” Steve takes her hand.  “You wanna go home?” 

“Yeah, but I still have the IV…” she looks down and see that its gone.  She looks up at Bucky, who smirks.  “Did you take out my IV?” 

“Like a champ.  You didn’t even notice,” Bucky gloated.  He hands his palm out to Steve who grumbles and hands over a $100 bill.  

“Really?” Belle looks at Steve.  

“I didn’t think he would be able to pull it off.” Steve shrugged. He kissed her head.  “Let’s get you home.”  

After settling Belle in his bed, Steve headed back out to the living room and poured himself a scotch. “How’re you holding up punk?” Bucky asked, plopping himself on the couch next to him.  

“Stressed. She could have been…” 

“But she wasn’t.  Her intuition was perfect, and she did the right thing.  I’m just sorry I didn’t get more answers.”  

“It’s not your fault.  But it is going to be a difficult conversation in the morning.  I don’t know how she is going to take the security measures.” Steve sighed.  

“It’s going to be ok.  Just be honest.  That conversation will be a lot and her security and safety is the only thing that matters.” Bucky quirked his brow.  “Besides, I don’t think much can surprise Belle anymore.”  

“This is going to rock her world, jerk.  She doesn’t realize how close she actually came to being taken away.” Steve shook his head. He drained his glass.  “I’m headed to my girl.  See you in the morning.”  

“Clint will be here by 10 AM.  Try and relax.”  

“Thanks Bucky.”  

Morning came with Belle groaning from the light coming in. She sat up but found herself alone in Steve’s bed.  Well, her bed now.  She stretched her limbs and headed into the bathroom to clean up and dress.  As she was pulling her shirt on, warm hands ran around her waist.  “Mm, I was hoping to find you still in bed.”  

“Well, you left me and I got cold.”  Belle turned in Steve’s arms.  “Good morning.”  She pecked his lips.  

“Morning my love.  I ordered in breakfast this morning. Its waiting for you.  We also have a guest.”  

“A guest?” 

“Yeah, Clint is joining us for breakfast.”  

Belle shrugged. “Ok.”  They walked out hand in hand to the kitchen where Bucky and Clint were sipping their coffees.  “Good morning, Bucky, Mr. Barton.” Belle extended her hand.  

“Miss Davis, call me Clint, please.”  

“Belle, Clint. Should I serve breakfast?” 

“No need sweet pea.  I’ve got it.  You sit.” Steve kissed the top of her head. He pulled the chair for her and then went to the kitchen.  

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company Clint?” Belle asked.  

“Steve and Bucky asked me to come by to review something and they invited me to breakfast.”  

“Yeah, just need to run some security things with him,” Bucky explained.  

Steve brought the plates in, and they ate, making small talk.  As the meal finished, Steve cleared his throat.  “Sweet pea, we need to talk to you about what happened yesterday.”  

Belle looked at him with wide eyes.  “Is something wrong?” 

“No, love, no.  Remember when we talked, and I explained that I was scared that someone would hurt you to get to me?” She nodded. “I think that was what was going on yesterday.  We haven’t had any proof or any demands, but I want to keep you as safe as possible.”  

“What does that mean?” 

“It means that I would like you to consent to having security with you whenever you are out of the apartments. I need to know you are safe, sweet pea.”  

Belle sat back.  “Like a guard or something?” 

Steve nodded and then looked at Bucky.  Bucky pushed a folder towards her.  “We would want someone to follow you like I do with Steve.  Someone will drive you where you want to go and be close to you at work.”  

Belle closed her eyes.  “So, I have to have someone with me even if I’m with Lila or MJ or anyone?” 

“Yes, sweet pea.  We are just trying to keep you safe.  I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because of me.”  

“How would it work?” 

“Clint has agreed to be your CPPD. Your close personal protection detail. He’ll accompany you to work and anywhere else during the week.  Since you are here on the weekends, Bucky will take over.”  

“Clint, you are ok with this?” Belle looked at him.  “No one is going to mind that you are stalking me all day?” 

“Isabella,” Steve gave her a warning while Clint and Bucky chuckled.  

“No Belle.  My kids are with their mom during the week.  I have them on the weekends unless I am needed. I’ll be fine stalking you all day.” He sighed. “Look Belle, I know it sounds annoying but until we know for sure that you are safe, this is the best option.”  

Belle looked at her boyfriend and his friends.  She sighed. “Fine.  But I want to be clear.  Clint is not your spy.  So, if I’m doing something, he’s not going to be ratting me out or telling on me and you don’t get to call and ask for details.  Am I clear?” 

Steve clenched his jaw. “He only calls if he thinks if you are doing something dangerous.  Otherwise, I accept those terms.”  

Belle tilted her head to look at him.  Something was off but she knew Steve would only keep her best interest at heart.  “Deal.”  She leaned over and they sealed their agreement with a kiss.  “Ok, so since I need to organize some stuff, I’m headed back to the room. Clint, I guess I’ll see you on Monday?” 

“Yes ma’am.”  

“Eww, no. that’s not going to work.  Its either Belle or nothing Clint.”  She walked away with a smile.  

As soon as Belle cleared the room, Bucky gave a look to Steve.  “Why didn’t you tell her?” 

“She doesn’t need to know right now Buck.”  Steve sighed.  “I can’t tell her yet her history. She’ll be scared and she doesn't need to be.”  

“Steve, it’s not fair to her,” Clint said. “She has a right to know.”  

“I’ll tell her, just, not today, ok?  I have some work to do, excuse me.”  Steve stood up and went to his office.  He went to the window that overlooked the city and his mind went back to the conversation yesterday afternoon.  

“I brought this for you and Miss Davis.”  He set a file folder on the table and slid it over.  “Apparently, this can no longer be a secret. I need to explain about Miss Davis.”  

“What are you talking about?”  Steve grabbed the file and opened it.  A picture of Belle was clipped to the front cover. “What the hell?” 

“Isabella Maria Davis is not just some girl.  She is special, unique even.” Fury looked at the men in the room.  “Stark has known her true identity for some time.  But because of today’s events and her new relationship, I am no longer in a position to keep her history a secret.”  

“Her history?” Bucky asked.  “When I went to check her out, it just says that she’s an orphan. I couldn’t even find her foster parents.”  

“That’s because she didn’t go into the system.  Phil Coulsen took Belle in as a baby and raised her.” Fury eyed Steve.  “You’re not surprised.”  

“Belle just told me last Friday who her father was. I haven’t said anything to her.” Steve examined the file.  “Why would a SHIELD agent, especially such a high level one, take on a one-year-old?” 

“That would be the million-dollar question.  Her biological parents were special agents to SHIELD.  And when they died, we made sure to take care of their child.”  

“Special agents how?” Clint asked.  

“Maria Davis was born Silvia Maria Pierce.  She is the daughter of Alexander Pierce.”  Steve stiffened at the name.  Pierce, deceased head of HYDRA, and one of its more powerful ones. Fury continued.  “She was considered to be the heir to HYDRA as Pierce had also married to a top HYDRA family.  He married Armand Zola’s daughter, Patrice.”  

“Jesus, fuck.  That would make Belle special to HYDRA.” Bucky ran his hands through his hair.  

“It would make her their heir in their own sick twisted way,” Tony said.  “Its why we wanted to keep her under the radar.”  He looks pointedly at Steve.  

“You said she was supposed to be hidden,” Steve asked looking at Fury and ignoring Tony.  “Then why have an agent date her?” The guys looked at him confused.  “Brock Rumlow dated Belle about four years ago.”  

“We didn’t order that.  Once Coulsen passed, Tony set up a scholarship for Belle to help her out once she got to college.  And we kept an eye on her but never interfered.  I wasn’t aware she dated anyone in college, let alone Rumlow. That must have been on a HYRDA order to check her out.  I’m surprise they didn’t just take her.”   

“Well, she did.  And he almost convinced her to leave school to go with him. Luckily, Belle was smarter than that and she stayed.” Steve massaged his temples.  “Why now?  Why do we need to know this now?” 

“Because we received a message from an unknown source concerning Miss Davis.”  Fury slid another folder towards the middle.  Steve grabbed it, read and then grounded his teeth.  

“Are you sure?”  

“It has to be her.”  

“Steve?” Bucky motioned for the folder. Steve passes it over, but Bucky can see the fury in his eyes.  

Captain,  You have what we want.   Hand over our heiress  Innocent lives will be sparred  Hail HYDRA 

“Rogers, I know I was against you being with Belle.” Tony sighed.  “But I won’t stop her happiness.  My recommendation is to get her close proximity protection until we can find whoever sent this and neutralize the threat.”  

“I agree,” Bucky replied.  “That’s why Clint’s here. I think he would do well with something like this.  Steve?” 

Steve studied the note again. “What choice do I have?  I need to protect her so Clint if you are on board then I will present it to her. But,” he stood up, “this has to stay between the Avengers for now.  No one, and I mean no one else gets to know about this.  I will update Nat and Sam. Tony, let’s see if we can find in the HYDRA files why they didn’t take Belle in the first place. Also, please let Wanda and Vision know about the situation as well.  Bruce, please work with Dr. Cho to make sure whatever was given to her will not have an adverse effects.”  Steve took a breath.  “As of right now, I’m back.  I’m picking my shield back up to save the one person who matters.  But no one breathes a word of this to Belle.”  

NEXT

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Holidays 7.4

Holidays

Alice in Wonderland Day

Apocalypse Day

Army Day (Guatemala)

Baal Fire Day (Northumberland, UK)

Buffalo Bill Day

Bullion’s Day

Caribbean Community Day

Commemoration Day of the Victims of the Genocide Against the Jewish People (Latvia)

Damavand Național Day (Iran)

Day of Agwe (Haiti)

Dree Festival begins (Apatani people, India) [Ends 7.7]

F-Day (Alaska)

Fighter’s Day (Yugoslavia)

Filipino-American Friendship Day (Philippines)

Forensic Expert Day (Ukraine)

Garibaldi Day (Italy)

Helicopter Flight Anniversary Day

Hillbilly Day

Independents’ Day (UK)

International Whippet Day

Invisible Day

Jewish Genocide Memorial Day (Latvia)

Joey Chestnut Day

Jumping on the Mattress Night

King Tupou VI Day (Tonga)

Koko the Gorilla Day

Kwibohora (Liberation Day; Rwanda)

Liberation Day (Northern Mariana Islands)

Lou Gehrig Appreciation Day

National Architect Day (Venezuela)

National Karl Day

National Micah Day

National Police Day (Ukraine)

National Safe House Day

National Sophie Day

National Tom Sawyer Day

Queen Sonja Day (Norway)

Republic Day (Philippines)

704 Day

Steve Rogers Day

Stone Skipping Tournament (Mackinac Island, Michigan)

Tobacco Day (French Republic)

Tom Sawyer Fence-Painting Day (Hannibal, Missouri)

Unity Day (Zambia)

Virgin Islands Day (British Virgin Islands)

White Cloud’s Birthday and Tatanka Bison Festival (North Dakota)

World Day for Captive Dolphins

World Day of the eBook

World Sarcopenia Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Build a Pasta Sculpture Day

Caesar Salad Day

Honor American Beer & Cyder Day

Independence from Meat Day

Independent Beer Day

Jackfruit Day

National Baked Beans Day

National Barbecue Day

National Barbecued Spareribs Day

National Caesar Salad Day

National Pub Opening Day

Sidewalk Egg Frying Day

Independence & Related Days

Abkhazia (from Georgia; 1993)

Caricom Day (Barbados; 1973)

Hawaii Statehood Day (#50; 1960) [observed 3rd Friday]

Lanao del Norte (Philippines)

Lunar Independence Day (from “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress”)

North Carolina (Readmitted to the Union; 1868)

Orly (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Philippines (from US; 1946)

Providence Day (Rhode Island; 1636)

United States (from UK; 1776) a.k.a. …

Barbecue Day

Boom Box Parade (Willimantic, Connecticut)

Firecracker Day

Holy Firecracker Day (in John Updike's Couples)

Independence From Meat Day

Independent Beer Day

Indivisible Day (Minnesota)

National Country Music Day

Valnor (Declared; 2006) [unrecognized]

1st Thursday in July

Kid Lit Art Postcard Day [1st Thursday]

Ommegang Pageant ends (Belgium) [1st Thursday]

Thirsty Thursday [1st Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 4 (1st Week of July)

Freedom Week (thru 7.10)

Festivals Beginning July 4, 2024

Anime Expo (Los Angeles, California) [thru 7.7]

Anthrocon (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) [thru 7.7]

Berrien Springs Pickle Festival (Berrien Springs, Michigan)

Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival (Bucheon, South Korea) [thru 7.14]

Buxton International Festival (Buxton, United Kingdom) [thru 7.21]

Eurockéennes de Belfort (Belfort, France) [thru 7.7]

Fan Expo Denver (Denver, Colorado) [thru 7.7]

Fishin' Fiesta (Freeport, Texas) [thru 4.6]

Lexington County Peach Festival (Gilbert, South Carolina)

Main Square Festival (Arras, France) [thru 7.7]

Mountain State Art & Craft Fair (Ripley, West Virginia) [thru 7.7]

Nathan's Famous International Hot Dog-Eating Contest (Coney Island, New York)

Northern Lights Festival Boréal (Greater Sudbury, Canada) [thru 7.7]

Old Fashioned Farmer Days (Van Wert, Ohio) [thru 7.6]

Ottawa Bluesfest (Ottawa, Canada) [thru 7.14]

Portland Craft Beer Festival (Portland, Oregon) [thru 7.6]

Quebec City Summer Festival (Quebec City, Canada) [thru 7.14]

Red, White, and Blueberries BBQ Bash (Lahaska, Pennsylvania) [thru 7.7]

Rock Werchter (Werchter, Belgium) [thru 7.7]

Sand Mountain Potato Festival (Henegar, Alabama)

Shoals Catfish Festival (Shoals, Indiana) [thru 7.7]

Tech Open Air (Berlin, Germany) [thru 7.7]

Tremolo (Tolyatti, Russia) [thru 7.7]

Waterfront Blues Festival (Portland, Oregon) [thru 7.7]

Feast Days

Admiral Abigail Breeze (Muppetism)

Andrew of Crete (Christian; Saint)

Bertha of Artois (Christian; Saint)

Bolcan (Christian; Saint)

Build a Pasta Subculture Day (Pastafarian)

Build a Scarecrow Day (Pastafarian)

Carolus-Duran (Artology)

Catherine Jarrige (Christian; Blessed)

Day of Pax (Ancient Roman)

Elizabeth Montgomery Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Elizabeth of Aragon (or of Portugal; Christian; Saint)

Feast of Translation (Ordination of St. Martin; Christian)

Finbar (Christian; Saint)

Flavian (Christian; Saint)

Jumping on the Mattress Night (Shamanism)

Mescalero Apache Gahan Ceremonial (Spirit of the Mountain; Everyday Wicca)

Nathaniel Hawthorne (Writerism)

Nellie Mae Rowe (Artology)

Odo of Canterbury (Christian; Saint)

Old Midsummer’s Eve (England)

Peter the Hermit (Positivist; Saint)

Pier Giorgio Frassati (Christian; Blessed)

Procopius, Abbot of Prague (Christian; Confessor)

Rube Goldberg (Artology)

Sam Eagle (Muppetism)

Sisoes (a.k.a. Sisoy), Anchoret in Egypt (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium IV (Pagan)

Sun Dance (Paying homage to the god who dwells within the fire of the sun; Ute Indian Tribe; Utah)

Tomaž Šalamun (Writerism)

Ulrich of Augsburg (Christian; Confessor)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [38 of 71]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

About Last Night (Film; 1986)

Alice in Wonderland (Novel; 1862)

America (My Country, ’Tis of Thee), by Lowell Mason and Samuel Francis Smith (Song; 1831 or 32)

American Top 40, by Casey Kasem (Radio Show; 1970)

Bats in the Belfry (MGM Cartoon; 1942)

Bedtime Bedlam (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1955)

Big Trouble in Little China (Film; 1986)

Cats & Dogs (Film; 2001)

Die Hard 2 (Film; 1990)

Doomsday for the Deceiver, by Flotsam and Jetsam (Album; 1986)

Droopy Leprechaun (MGM Cartoon; 1958)

Farnham's Freehold, by Robert A. Heinlein (Novel; 1964)

Fernwood 2 Night (TV Series; 1977)

Foo Fighters, by the Foo Fighters (Album; 1995)

Gonzo (Film; 2008)

The Great Mouse Detective (Animated Disney Film; 1986)

The Green Berets (Film; 1968)

Greenfields, by The Brothers Four (Song; 1959)

The Great Escape (Film; 1963)

Hail to the Chief, performed by the U.S. Marine Band (Song; 1828)

Jungle Jumble (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1932)

Kylie, by Kylie Minogue (Album; 1988)

Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman (Poem; 1855)

Mamma Mia! (Film; 2008)

Mexicali Shmoes (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Once Upon a Time in the West (Film; 1969)

Poor Little Butterfly (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

The Schooner the Better (Phantasies Cartoon; 1946)

Summer in the City, by The Lovin’ Spoonful (Song; 1966)

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy (Novel; 1891)

Tony Orlando & Dawn (TV Series; 1974)

U.S. Declaration of Independence ratified (Political Document; 1776)

Walk This Way by Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith (Song; 1986)

Washington Monument (Cornerstone Laid; 1848)

The Werewolf of Paris, by Guy Endore (Novel; 1933)

Today’s Name Days

Berta, Elisabeth, Ulrich (Austria)

Berta, Elizabeta, Elza, Laura (Croatia)

Prokop (Czech Republic)

Ulricus (Denmark)

Virgo, Virmo, Virvo (Estonia)

Ulla, Ulpu (Finland)

Florent (France)

Berta, Else, Elisabeth, Ulrich (Germany)

Loukia (Greece)

Ulrik (Hungary)

Antonino, Cristina, Elisabetta (Italy)

Sandis, Uldis, Ulriks (Latvia)

Gedgailė, Malvina, Skalvis, Teodoras (Lithuania)

Ulla, Ulrik (Norway)

Ageusz, Alfred, Aurelian, Elżbieta, Innocenta, Innocenty, Józef, Julian, Malwin, Malwina, Odo, Teodor, Wielisław (Poland)

Andrei (România)

Prokop (Slovakia)

Berta, Isabel (Spain)

Ulla, Ulrika (Sweden)

Bohdanna (Ukraine)

America, Calvert, Calverta, Calvin, Calvina, Kalvin (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 186 of 2024; 180 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 27 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 29 (ji-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 28 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 27 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 6 Red; Sixday [6 of 30]

Julian: 21 June 2024

Moon: 2%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 17 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Peter the Hermit]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 15 of 94)

Week: 1st Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 14 of 31)

[roanniom]

✨ Issa’s Writing Day ✨

Thank you everyone for your patience with my lack of out put the last few weeks. I really had wanted to get things out for the anniversary of us getting our beloved Eddie, but my brain wasn’t working with me.

THAT BEING SAID I AM HERE TODAY AND TONIGHT AND I AM WRITING.

I’ll be working on WIPs, but please do come into my inbox to say hello, send me general asks (I’ll share ask lists), or requests some thirsty thots!!

Reminder that I have a couple AUs/things I come back to:

Mechanic!Eddie

Teddy!Eddie

Virgin/Inexperienced!Eddie

Boarding School!Steve

King!Steve

Steve x Honey!Reader

So please please stop by and say hi and keep me company. Trying to get back into the swing of things!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Virgin Steve for thirsty Thursday 😂

Lmao he's only like 3/4 of a virgin now

[brookston]

Holidays 7.4

Holidays

Alice in Wonderland Day

Apocalypse Day

Army Day (Guatemala)

Baal Fire Day (Northumberland, UK)

Buffalo Bill Day

Bullion’s Day

Caribbean Community Day

Commemoration Day of the Victims of the Genocide Against the Jewish People (Latvia)

Damavand Național Day (Iran)

Day of Agwe (Haiti)

Dree Festival begins (Apatani people, India) [Ends 7.7]

F-Day (Alaska)

Fighter’s Day (Yugoslavia)

Filipino-American Friendship Day (Philippines)

Forensic Expert Day (Ukraine)

Garibaldi Day (Italy)

Helicopter Flight Anniversary Day

Hillbilly Day

Independents’ Day (UK)

International Whippet Day

Invisible Day

Jewish Genocide Memorial Day (Latvia)

Joey Chestnut Day

Jumping on the Mattress Night

King Tupou VI Day (Tonga)

Koko the Gorilla Day

Kwibohora (Liberation Day; Rwanda)

Liberation Day (Northern Mariana Islands)

Lou Gehrig Appreciation Day

National Architect Day (Venezuela)

National Karl Day

National Micah Day

National Police Day (Ukraine)

National Safe House Day

National Sophie Day

National Tom Sawyer Day

Queen Sonja Day (Norway)

Republic Day (Philippines)

704 Day

Steve Rogers Day

Stone Skipping Tournament (Mackinac Island, Michigan)

Tobacco Day (French Republic)

Tom Sawyer Fence-Painting Day (Hannibal, Missouri)

Unity Day (Zambia)

Virgin Islands Day (British Virgin Islands)

White Cloud’s Birthday and Tatanka Bison Festival (North Dakota)

World Day for Captive Dolphins

World Day of the eBook

World Sarcopenia Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Build a Pasta Sculpture Day

Caesar Salad Day

Honor American Beer & Cyder Day

Independence from Meat Day

Independent Beer Day

Jackfruit Day

National Baked Beans Day

National Barbecue Day

National Barbecued Spareribs Day

National Caesar Salad Day

National Pub Opening Day

Sidewalk Egg Frying Day

Independence & Related Days

Abkhazia (from Georgia; 1993)

Caricom Day (Barbados; 1973)

Hawaii Statehood Day (#50; 1960) [observed 3rd Friday]

Lanao del Norte (Philippines)

Lunar Independence Day (from “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress”)

North Carolina (Readmitted to the Union; 1868)

Orly (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Philippines (from US; 1946)

Providence Day (Rhode Island; 1636)

United States (from UK; 1776) a.k.a. …

Barbecue Day

Boom Box Parade (Willimantic, Connecticut)

Firecracker Day

Holy Firecracker Day (in John Updike's Couples)

Independence From Meat Day

Independent Beer Day

Indivisible Day (Minnesota)

National Country Music Day

Valnor (Declared; 2006) [unrecognized]

1st Thursday in July

Kid Lit Art Postcard Day [1st Thursday]

Ommegang Pageant ends (Belgium) [1st Thursday]

Thirsty Thursday [1st Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 4 (1st Week of July)

Freedom Week (thru 7.10)

Festivals Beginning July 4, 2024

Anime Expo (Los Angeles, California) [thru 7.7]

Anthrocon (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) [thru 7.7]

Berrien Springs Pickle Festival (Berrien Springs, Michigan)

Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival (Bucheon, South Korea) [thru 7.14]

Buxton International Festival (Buxton, United Kingdom) [thru 7.21]

Eurockéennes de Belfort (Belfort, France) [thru 7.7]

Fan Expo Denver (Denver, Colorado) [thru 7.7]

Fishin' Fiesta (Freeport, Texas) [thru 4.6]

Lexington County Peach Festival (Gilbert, South Carolina)

Main Square Festival (Arras, France) [thru 7.7]

Mountain State Art & Craft Fair (Ripley, West Virginia) [thru 7.7]

Nathan's Famous International Hot Dog-Eating Contest (Coney Island, New York)

Northern Lights Festival Boréal (Greater Sudbury, Canada) [thru 7.7]

Old Fashioned Farmer Days (Van Wert, Ohio) [thru 7.6]

Ottawa Bluesfest (Ottawa, Canada) [thru 7.14]

Portland Craft Beer Festival (Portland, Oregon) [thru 7.6]

Quebec City Summer Festival (Quebec City, Canada) [thru 7.14]

Red, White, and Blueberries BBQ Bash (Lahaska, Pennsylvania) [thru 7.7]

Rock Werchter (Werchter, Belgium) [thru 7.7]

Sand Mountain Potato Festival (Henegar, Alabama)

Shoals Catfish Festival (Shoals, Indiana) [thru 7.7]

Tech Open Air (Berlin, Germany) [thru 7.7]

Tremolo (Tolyatti, Russia) [thru 7.7]

Waterfront Blues Festival (Portland, Oregon) [thru 7.7]

Feast Days

Admiral Abigail Breeze (Muppetism)

Andrew of Crete (Christian; Saint)

Bertha of Artois (Christian; Saint)

Bolcan (Christian; Saint)

Build a Pasta Subculture Day (Pastafarian)

Build a Scarecrow Day (Pastafarian)

Carolus-Duran (Artology)

Catherine Jarrige (Christian; Blessed)

Day of Pax (Ancient Roman)

Elizabeth Montgomery Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Elizabeth of Aragon (or of Portugal; Christian; Saint)

Feast of Translation (Ordination of St. Martin; Christian)

Finbar (Christian; Saint)

Flavian (Christian; Saint)

Jumping on the Mattress Night (Shamanism)

Mescalero Apache Gahan Ceremonial (Spirit of the Mountain; Everyday Wicca)

Nathaniel Hawthorne (Writerism)

Nellie Mae Rowe (Artology)

Odo of Canterbury (Christian; Saint)

Old Midsummer’s Eve (England)

Peter the Hermit (Positivist; Saint)

Pier Giorgio Frassati (Christian; Blessed)

Procopius, Abbot of Prague (Christian; Confessor)

Rube Goldberg (Artology)

Sam Eagle (Muppetism)

Sisoes (a.k.a. Sisoy), Anchoret in Egypt (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium IV (Pagan)

Sun Dance (Paying homage to the god who dwells within the fire of the sun; Ute Indian Tribe; Utah)

Tomaž Šalamun (Writerism)

Ulrich of Augsburg (Christian; Confessor)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [38 of 71]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

About Last Night (Film; 1986)

Alice in Wonderland (Novel; 1862)

America (My Country, ’Tis of Thee), by Lowell Mason and Samuel Francis Smith (Song; 1831 or 32)

American Top 40, by Casey Kasem (Radio Show; 1970)

Bats in the Belfry (MGM Cartoon; 1942)

Bedtime Bedlam (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1955)

Big Trouble in Little China (Film; 1986)

Cats & Dogs (Film; 2001)

Die Hard 2 (Film; 1990)

Doomsday for the Deceiver, by Flotsam and Jetsam (Album; 1986)

Droopy Leprechaun (MGM Cartoon; 1958)

Farnham's Freehold, by Robert A. Heinlein (Novel; 1964)

Fernwood 2 Night (TV Series; 1977)

Foo Fighters, by the Foo Fighters (Album; 1995)

Gonzo (Film; 2008)

The Great Mouse Detective (Animated Disney Film; 1986)

The Green Berets (Film; 1968)

Greenfields, by The Brothers Four (Song; 1959)

The Great Escape (Film; 1963)

Hail to the Chief, performed by the U.S. Marine Band (Song; 1828)

Jungle Jumble (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1932)

Kylie, by Kylie Minogue (Album; 1988)

Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman (Poem; 1855)

Mamma Mia! (Film; 2008)

Mexicali Shmoes (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Once Upon a Time in the West (Film; 1969)

Poor Little Butterfly (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

The Schooner the Better (Phantasies Cartoon; 1946)

Summer in the City, by The Lovin’ Spoonful (Song; 1966)

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy (Novel; 1891)

Tony Orlando & Dawn (TV Series; 1974)

U.S. Declaration of Independence ratified (Political Document; 1776)

Walk This Way by Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith (Song; 1986)

Washington Monument (Cornerstone Laid; 1848)

The Werewolf of Paris, by Guy Endore (Novel; 1933)

Today’s Name Days

Berta, Elisabeth, Ulrich (Austria)

Berta, Elizabeta, Elza, Laura (Croatia)

Prokop (Czech Republic)

Ulricus (Denmark)

Virgo, Virmo, Virvo (Estonia)

Ulla, Ulpu (Finland)

Florent (France)

Berta, Else, Elisabeth, Ulrich (Germany)

Loukia (Greece)

Ulrik (Hungary)

Antonino, Cristina, Elisabetta (Italy)

Sandis, Uldis, Ulriks (Latvia)

Gedgailė, Malvina, Skalvis, Teodoras (Lithuania)

Ulla, Ulrik (Norway)

Ageusz, Alfred, Aurelian, Elżbieta, Innocenta, Innocenty, Józef, Julian, Malwin, Malwina, Odo, Teodor, Wielisław (Poland)

Andrei (România)

Prokop (Slovakia)

Berta, Isabel (Spain)

Ulla, Ulrika (Sweden)

Bohdanna (Ukraine)

America, Calvert, Calverta, Calvin, Calvina, Kalvin (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 186 of 2024; 180 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 27 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 29 (ji-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 28 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 27 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 6 Red; Sixday [6 of 30]

Julian: 21 June 2024

Moon: 2%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 17 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Peter the Hermit]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 15 of 94)

Week: 1st Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 14 of 31)

[the1918]

Please tell us more about slutty virgin Steve there is not enough of him

Slutty virgin Steve:

Has been in love with Bucky Barnes since 1934, but was always to afraid to act on it/say anything re: Bucky is a ladies man and homosexuality was very much a crime.

Wakes up in the twenty-first century and is still Very Gay, but he doesn’t /do/ anything about it because 1) he has conditioned himself to be quiet and private about his preferences and 2) to him, Bucky died, like, three days ago.

Jerks off to thoughts of being smol again and Bucky pinning him down and fucking his mouth. Is very sad afterwards.

OOP BUCKY’S ALIVE 

Bucky’s alive and he comes home and he spends some time recovering in the apartment he shares with Steve now, etc etc, anyways.

Bucky is alive and Bucky is... a Grade A Beefcake. Steve’s sad jerking off becomes guilty jerking off, but it’s more than that, because now Bucky is constantly around and he’s wearing sweatpants that ride too low on his hips and Bucky likes wifebeater tanks and Steve’s horny level has been turned up to eleven (11).

Steve is only sneaky and quiet when he’s on the battlefield.

Steve is neither sneaky nor quiet when he is experimenting with fingerfucking himself in the shower.

Bucky is a good listener—especially when people are actively saying his name out loud. 

(Steve showers, and Bucky listens.)

(Bucky also finds a new, unfamiliar razor in said shower. A smattering of little black dark blond curlies clings to it. Bucky thinks about Steve shaving himself smooth and testing the new grounds with the tips of his own fingers and biting his lips until they’re as red as his cheeks and Bucky fucks his own fist and paints the shower wall.)

Steve shops online for dildos on his tablet, but he can never bring himself to check out his shopping cart, too much internalized shame, too scared someone will find out.

Steve has considered exploring phallic objects that do not come from adam and eve dot com, but 1) zucchinis do not have a flared base, and Steve thinks safety is Very Important and would literally have to off himself if Bucky had to drive him to the ER because he got a squash stuck in his rectum, and 2) Steve grew up in the Depression. Steve does not waste food.

So Steve shameshops for dildos online, buys zero (0) dildos.

Steve is bad at browser security. 

Steve and Bucky share a tablet.

Bucky checks out the shopping cart.

A package arrives one day from a nondescript sender, and it is addressed to Steve’s attention. Bucky picks it up and takes it into the kitchen.

“Package for you, Stevie.”

“Oh? Okay, um. Don’t remember ordering anything...”

“Open it then. Find out.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay.”

(Bucky files it away in his mind to scold Steve later—ten spanks should do it—for being an idiot who opens strange packages just because big, beefy soldiers hand them to him)

“Whatcha got there, Stevie?”

“It’s... um... I don’t think they had the right—”

“Show me.”

“... No.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s not mine.”

“What’s not yours?”

“This. All of it. I think someone played a prank on me.”

“Just show me, Steve.”

“I. I don’t want to.”

“Are you really saying that everything in that box—whatever it is—is totally unfamiliar to you? You’ve never seen it before?”

“...Yes.”

“...”

“That is what I am saying.”

“...”

“...”

“Steve?”

“... Yeah, Buck?”

“Do you want to take me up to your bedroom and show off what the mailman brought you?”

***

(It’s dildos.)

(The mailman brought dildos.)

[x]

[royalsweetteaa]

Losing your virginity with Cevans character 🙈🙈

A bit unsure if this is an ask/thot or a prompt for a HC of the CEVANS characters but I’m guessing it’s the second one? Please feel free to resend if I misunderstood -

Anyway as a virgin myself, I always imagine how it would be like to loose it to anyone of them because they’re all so fucking hot.

Here’s my HC of how loosing your virginity with the boys would be like (in my opinion) -

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Steve Rogers

Endgame!Steve especially would be so nice and careful with you if you are a virgin. He would whisper the sweetest things in your ear and praise you for taking him so well. ‘Good girl’ is a pet name he will constantly call you for each inch of him you take. If it hurts, he will suggest prepping you more. He really doesn’t want your first experience to be painful, but if you don’t care about the pain you will have to convince him it’s okay. When you have all of him inside of you, he will patiently wait for you to get used to his size before he moves. Even though being inside your virgin pussy sends him to heaven and drives him feral, he has enough self control to wait when you’re ready. It will forever be his honor that he is your first. He will not go for another round because he believes you need rest now that you have a stretched and sore pussy, but he will happily offer you a few hours later if you beg him real nice.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom (in contrast to Steve) is an impatient man, and I think he would internally groan if you admitted you were a virgin. It’s not because you are a virgin (I think it would be hell of an ego boost for him to be your first time), but it’s more the fact that he knows he will have to be careful when he so badly wants to go all out and fuck you to oblivion. He has lots of experience but only with other experienced women, so it becomes a new challenge he is willing to go through for you. He will be as gentle as possible when he pushes the tip and the rest of length inside of you, only stopping when you tell him to. He trusts you’ll communicate since it’s not like he is a mind reader, and I honestly don’t think he can properly tell if you’re in pain or just being a horny mess unless you’re screaming bloody murder. He will start thrusting when he assumes it’s the right time to do so. He’s skilled in terms of sex and knows just the right things to make you drip in pleasure quickly. He will whisper the filthiest things to get you going, - “mmmh, you sure are dripping a lot for a virgin. Your cunt must be so thirsty for cock, and she’s finally getting it from none other than me.”

Andy Barber

Andy’s the king of patience & reassurance. He will assure you that while it might hurt, you’ll get used to it. “It’s normal for your first time to be a bit uncomfortable, but you’ll quickly get used to it and it will only feel good from then on”, He will say. He is a realist, and while it’s important for him that you feel as much pleasure as possible for your first time, he thinks it’s also important to remind you of all the time in the world you have to practice making it feel the more better. He will be gentle when he takes you, encouraging you with each step that you’re doing great and that everything will be just fine. Unlike Ransom, he’s one to pick up on pain when he sees it on your face, and will immediately slow down to give you time to get used to the foreign invasion of your cunt. He then resumes when you ease at him and tell him to proceed at a faster pace.

Jake Jensen

Jake would feel immense pressure knowing you’re a virgin, but would try his best to hide it so he doesn’t make you all the more nervous. He will convince you it’s for the best that you to take the lead by having you insert his dick inside at your own pace in cowgirl position (it’s his fav position too so win/win). He will share how good it feels to be inside of you which makes you blush at his praise. He’s the type to express how he feels and how it’s all because of you - which gives you so much confidence. IF you want him to top, he will carefully insert himself but occasionally stutter his hips harshly out of the lack of self control he has because he can’t help it. He will mutter apologies profusely and try to concentrate as he tries to make it a pleasant experience for you. He cares so much about how you feel and he feels shameful at how his body keeps betraying him, but it all ends well with him giving you the pleasure needed for it not to hurt so much at all. He will crack a few jokes for the session to ease the nervous tension between the two of you.

Ari Levinson

Ari is the one to be the most chill about you being a virgin. Sure, he believes it’s important to set boundaries beforehand but otherwise he doesn’t think there’s needed to make a big deal out of it. He thinks the more casual it’s treated, the less worried you’ll be. “Oh, you’re a virgin? That’s okay, all we gotta do is take things slow and it’ll be fine. There’s nothing to be stressed about, sugar. You trust me, right?” After lots of prepping with fingerfucking and pussy eating, he reminds you to take deep breaths to make it easier for him to seep inside of you. Before you know it, he’s bottomed out with his cock stretching you to the fullest. His calm demeanor and sweet kisses around your face manages to calm you so much, you barely feel any anxiety. He will tickle you lightly around your hips as he holds them, making you giggle which assures him you’re doing alright.

Johnny Storm

Johnny, while flattered to be your first, would be a little nervous because he has only had sex with experienced women and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable with his ‘doing without thinking’ habit which hasn’t been an issue before during sex. When he pushes his cock inside of you, it takes all of his will power not to roll his hips and chase his own high. This is all about you and he wants to keep it that way so that you know he cares about you. His hips will slowly thrust inside after a short while of bottoming inside of you, just so you can get quickly used to the friction. If you experience pain, he will kiss and muffle your whimpers, whispering “it’s okay. It’ll feel very good soon, I promise,” many times until your whimpers turn into moans. He’ll offer you as many rounds as you wish to get used to him, only if you want to of course.

Note from author: thank you for the prompt, anon! Yet again a success of making me so horny while writing this - In other words, I enjoyed writing this.

[stark-raving-hazelnut]

It’s official!!! Steve Rogers, Captain America lost his virginity to a girl in 1943 on the USO tour. Fanfics writers now have new material.

(He was 26 years old when he lost his virginity. And that’s not bad.)

(Also, Jen Waters was thirsty for Steve Rogers but I mean who can blame her.)

[ana-benn]

Public Relations

This is Steve knowing how thirsty these hoes be....

It's me...

I'm these hoes.

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, smut, Steve Rogers, pining, angst, jealousy

Pairing: Steve/Stark!reader

Title: Public Relations

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As Tony Stark's daughter, and personal PR specialist you'd weathered a lot of storms.

As the chief PR strategist for the now defunct SHIELD, you'd learned to keep a level head and roll with the punches.

As Steve Rogers girlfriend? Well that's where you'd learned to let go of the control and let the Captain take over. He was firm, and left very little room to wonder who was in charge at any point. Even your dad and Nat had stopped teasing you about dating the 100 year old virgin.

In all honesty Steve was probably the kindest man you'd been with, and he made a point of making sure you were comfortable and satisfied. You trusted him with everything inside of you. It was sometimes difficult to find the hard dominant edge to him, but you were in love and every part of him balanced out every part of you.

Today though? Today you were in the conference room of a prison staring at the hard eyes of your boyfriend with your dad in the corner and an assassin of mythological proportions 20 feet below you. You were here as the Avengers PR manager, NOT his girlfriend or his submissive, though that hard edge in his eyes as you stared at him and he stared back was definitely one you'd seen on a few occasions.

"Steve, General Ross agreed to let you walk out of here a free man. Just sign the papers and we launch the story that you didn't sign so you could get close enough to the Winter Soldier to bring him in. Sam's agreed to go along if you do!" You plead with him.

"What about Bucky?"

"Steve, he bombed the UN!" You said exasperated, you'd been going through this dance for over an hour.

"No he didn't! He was halfway across Europe," Steve ground out.

"Okay, but you can't fix that from prison," you reasoned.

"Did you read this thing y/n?"

"Of course I did. I'll admit it isn't perfect but people are scared. Just sign it Steve." There was a new weariness to your voice now. You knew this wasn't a battle you would win.

Just as that realization dawned on you an alarm went off.

The next few hours flew by. Steve, Sam, and the Winter Soldier broke out. General Ross issued an ultimatum about getting them back, and your dad suddenly seemed to age 10 years.

One thing was abundantly clear though:

As far as the Government was concerned, Steve was no longer an Avenger.

...........3 months later.............

You'd spent the last three months in a fog.

The first month was spent caring for your dad and getting him back on his feet, before Pepper came in and took over. Then you'd gone back to you and Steve's two-bedroom apartment and burried yourself in work. Now since you'd been home you found yourself slowly purging Steve. It hurt too much to see the photos, or have his clothes hanging next to yours. So you'd taken to putting his things in the spare bedroom. Out of sight, but still there. You weren't sure if he'd ever come back to get it, but it felt wrong to throw it away.

Your moods shifted constantly. On one hand you missed the quiet talks and late night conversation, on the other you wanted to hate him for hiding the man who murdered your grandparents. You felt sick at how easily he'd turned against your father. Still you found yourself stealing his clothes and spraying his aftershave on his pillow when you couldn't sleep. Needing his scent and familiar things to bring you comfort.

More than that you found yourself feeling more overwhelmed and anxious all the time now. There was no break from being your business persona. You were constantly being a strong woman on her own, being thrown to the wolves each and every press day. There was no one for you to lean into and hand the reins to anymore.

You missed demanding kisses with rough hands. Sharp thrusts and teeth in your soft flesh. Being completely at someone's control without fear and in complete bliss. Your body knew the difference too, you couldn't even get yourself off anymore, you needed to be dominated.

Which is how you found yourself out to dinner with a guy Pepper knew from Stark Industries. Quinton was a nice enough guy you supposed, but had none of the power behind him Steve did. You knew it wasn't going anywhere after the third time he apologized for talking about the project he was working on with your dad, but you didn't want to be rude.

So you small talked your way through dinner, and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek as you walked to your car. Thanking your foresight to drive separately, and avoid an awkward ride to your apartment. You made the drive home, and as soon as you turned on the light you yelped out loud.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?” you said as you made your way to the open blinds. “You should not be here. You’re literally wanted by the UN.” 

“Who was he?” came Steve’s tight reply.

“Who was who Steve? Friday, disengage Stark monitoring software and erase the last three hours of feedback,” you said. “Authorization, Y/N Stark,” Automatically moving to protect your fugitive boyfriend.

“Don’t play with me kitten,” Steve ground out. “The douche at the restaurant.” 

“What, did you follow me? You're talking about Quinton? You disappear for three months with the assassin who killed my grandparents and you’re jealous of a blind date?” you questioned, temper rising. “You don’t get to be jealous. Not anymore, I gave you an opportunity and you didn’t take it.” 

“Really kitten? You think you call the shots now?” Steve said, standing up and walking towards you. “You think I don’t know what you want? What you need? What you’ve been craving?” 

With each step he was backing you towards the wall, “You don’t know what I want Steve. You left remember,” you said, hating how weak and broken your voice sounded. 

“I know kitten, and I’m sorry for leaving you, but I’m here now,” Steve’s voice softened. His eyes darted to your lips, and before you could register who kissed who his hands were lifting you up to him and you lips melded in an earth shattering kiss. 

As your hands settled on his head you felt his bulge press into your core, “Steve,” you moaned.

“I thought I didn’t know what you needed,” he smirked as his lips moved to your neck and his fingers worked their way under your skirt. “Now beg for me kitten, or I’ll have to make you.” His fingers began teasing your wetness under your skirt.

“Please Captain, I’ve missed you,” you whimpered. "Don't tease me, please, you don't know what it's been like."

“I know kitten,” he murmured as he plunged two fingers into your core. You groaned as he began pumping into you. “Such a good girl aren’t you honey. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh God, Captain..... I....I’m going to......” you moaned out embarrassingly quickly.

“Shhhh, I know. I’ve got you, cum for me. I want to feel you,” he said as he pulled your long awaited orgasm from you.

As you were coming down you felt Steve enter you, pulling another groan from you. You hadn't even been aware that he'd unbuckled his pants.

“That’s it kitten, you take me so good baby,” his hips pounding you in your entryway. “I’m going to make sure you remember who owns this pretty little pussy. You knew that before you even tried to go on that date didn't you? Who makes you feel like this?”

“Steve!” you cried at a sharp thrust.

“That’s right honey. I do," he growled into your neck.

He was quiet after that, focusing more on marking any exposed skin with his lips and teeth. His hands, frustrated at working around your panties chose to just rip your clothing from your body. You moaned at his raw power, pawing pitifully at his shirt wanting his skin on yours.

He separated his lips from you long enough to pull his shirt over his head. He immediately reaffixed his lips to you, and brought a hand to your clit. He worked your body, focused now on bringing you to the edge. As you fell over he held you tight to his body, as he moved back towards your shared bedroom.

You noticed his throat tighten at his side of the closet being empty, and an unidentified look in his eyes at the sight of his aftershave and t shirt on your nightstand. Your hand found his face, bringing his eyes to yours, "I missed you."

His lips reattached to yours. You both knew a real conversation needed to happen, but for tonight you needed to surrender and Steve needed to lay his claim. There was a hunger in him for you that he needed to satisfy like a panther reclaiming his land. He was all hands and teeth, with soft words and possessive demands. By the time you dozed off on his chest that night, pure exhaustion settled deep in your bones, you knew no matter what came next you knew you weren't going to let Steve leave again. You needed each other, and this dance you'd learned together optional. You belonged together, and that was all you cared about.

Tags: @beauvibaby

[stony-ao3-feed]

The consequences of your actions

Read it on AO3

by TheSavageGoose

Tony stark…beautiful, smart, and an 17 year old virgin. Howard stark…abusive father, asshole, drunk who owes way too much money to the wrong people. Steve “Captain” rogers… leader of The Avengers, a blood thirsty gang that terrifies the streets of Brooklyn. James “Bucky” Barnes… the Captains second in command, brutal and cold he would protect Steve with his life, as would any lover.

When Howard Stark ends up boring way more money then he could ever pay back The Captain and his second in command The Soldier show up to collect personally. The problem? Howard doesn’t have it, what he does have however, is the most beautiful 17 year old boy either of them have ever seen….and what the captain and soldier want, they get. Willing or not.

Words: 1082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Tony Stark - Fandom, Steve Rogers - Fandom, Bucky Barnes - Fandom, gangster - Fandom, dark Steve rogers - Fandom, virgin tony stark - Fandom, Dark Bucky Barnes - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Howard Stark & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Drinking, Drugs, Anal Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Blood and Violence

Read it on AO3

[justthehiddleswrites]

Drink Me | Steve Rogers x Reader

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary:  You are running late for Valentines with Steve at your place. You have just started dating and hoping to the relationship to the next level but will a critical mistake by Steve ruin the whole evening.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Humor, Sexual Humor, Teasing, Truth Serum, Sex Pollen, Couch Sex

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For the last couple of nights, you worked late at the lab. Bruce and you were on the verge on a breakthrough of the latest alien technology that landed in the lap of the Avengers.

“I’m on the subway.” you spoke into your phone as the train sped towards your stop. “I’ll be there in a jiffy to cook dinner.”

“Honey.” Steve commented back. “There is no need to rush. We can celebrate whenever you get home.”

“No, it’s Valentine’s Day. Our first Valentine’s. I want to make it special.” you whined into the phone.

“As long you are here, it will be special.”

You smiled at Steve’s kind words. It had only a month since you became a couple. Things were getting hot and heavy but Steve seemed hesitant to take the next step. You hoped tonight would the night.

“Hey honey…” Steve started in.

“Yes?”

“Can you pick up some soda on your way home? I think I drank the last one yesterday.”

“Of course. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Can’t wait to see you too.”

You ended the call and drifted off into your thoughts, swaying to the rhythm of the car jostling along the tracks.

After a long line to check out at the corner bodega, you slipped your key into the lock and opened the door. Soft light flooded the room as you stepped in.

“I was starting to think someone had kidnapped you.” Steve’s arm slid around your waist and he kissed your neck.

“Would you rescue me?” you chuckled at his whiskers, tickling your skin.

“Maybe. But only for the soda.” his hand slid down to grab the bag from your hand as he wiggled his hips in some sort of dance.

“I knew it. Coca-cola will always come first in your heart.” You stuck your lip out in a mock pout.

Steve placed the bag on the counter as you starting pulling the ingredients out for dinner. You noticed a blue bottle on the counter and picked it up and sniffed it.

“Did you drink this?” you shook the bottle at him.

“Yeah. I told you, you’re out of soda. I was thirsty.” Steve started chuckled. “I’m thirsty for so many things.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“No… no… No…” you frantically pulled things from the fridge, ignoring him. You retrieved a yellow post-it. It read “DON’T DRINK!!!” “Fuck!” you cursed.

“What?” Steve opened a bag of chips and formed them into duck lips.

“You just drank my experiment.” you answered.

Steve’s eyes widened, and he stopped flapping his arms like a bird. The chips fell from his lips. “What kind of experiment?”

“Think laughing gas meets truth serum. meets sex pollen.” you winced.

“Why would have something like that in your fridge?”

“For emergencies?! I didn’t expect anyone to drink it. I had a warning label on it.”

“What kind emergency would have that would require truth serum and sex polleng?!” Steve tugged at his collar and laughed. “Some kind of ninja gigalo situation? Here to steal your DVDs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and your virginity?” He bent over laughing at his lame joke.

“Shit! It’s already taking effect.” You led him towards the couch. “Go lie down. I will work on dinner. Food might help.”

Steve slipped from your grip and ran back to the kitchen. You moved towards him. “It’s fine… the effects will wear off by the morning and—”

“I got your dinner right here!” Steve whipped around. His pants hung loosely around his hips and zipper undone. His dick was out and encased in a hot dog bun. He waggled it around and sauntered towards you. “What do you say, baby, ready to sample my sausage?”

You stood there somewhere between incredibly turned on and incredibly disgusted. The sight was too much and you burst into laughter.

“Another time, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you in your weakened state. Now go lie down on the couch.”

You shoved him towards the living room. Steve gripped your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. “Only if you come with me.”

He pressed his lips against yours. His arms gripped tight against the back of your blouse. You pushed against his chest trying to pull again but not too hard. You sighed against his lips and he deepened the kiss.

Steve walked the two of you towards the couch and the two of you fell onto the soft and deep cushions. “Well dinner can wait a few minutes…” your lips curved into a smile.

Steve jumped up and yanked his pants down, kicking his boots off. You leaned up on your elbows to watch him pull off the tight t-shirt.

“Enjoying the view, babe?” Steve smirked as he positioned himself between your legs.

He tugged at your skirt, pushing it up around your hips. He glanced up at you with wide eyes. “No panties?” he asked.

“It’s Valentines. I was hoping I might get lucky. Albeit without the aid of something you drank out of my fridge.”

“Then why did you buy wine?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Wine doesn’t count.”

Steve ducked down between your legs and nipped at your thighs. You moaned and bucked. You closed your legs but Steve held them open.

“You are all mine.” he purred as he dragged a single finger along your slit. “Already so wet for me.”

Your head lolled back against the arm of the couch. “More.” you pleaded.

“More? I’m not sure you are ready for more.” Steve teased as he rubbed the same finger against your clit.

“Please, Steve. Please.”

Steve righted himself onto his knees and lined his cock up with you, plunging in. You both groaned in pleasure. Steve stilled as he became balls deep. You panted and then nodded. Steve pulled out, teasing your entrance with his top before snapping his hips as thrust.

“God, babe, you feel so good. I’m not going to last long.” Steve moaned as he continued to thrust. You pulled your skirt up around your waist and moved a hand down to find your clit. Steve swatted your hand away. “That’s my job.”

“Then do your job, Captain.” you growled with a smile.

Steve took your comment as a challenge and lifted your hips up off the couch with his hand. The other hand dragged across your pelvis to find your bundle of nerves with his thumb, twisting the coil tighter inside you.

“Cum for me, baby.” Steve said as his thrusts faltered. “I’m close, cum with me.”

Within a few thrusts, your orgasm hit you and you clenched around Steve’s cock. “Yes, baby!” he panted as he thrust into you a final time, spilling inside you.

He collapsed against you, sweaty and breathing heavy. He remained still, and you ran your nails up and down his back.

“Steve?” He lifted his head, blonde hair stuck to his forehead. “What are you thinking?”

His blue eyes pierced through all the sex and hormones in the air. “I love you.” he said as he ducked his head back against your chest.

“That’s just the serum talking.” you shook off the comment but internally screaming.

Steve lifted you up into a sitting position, cupping your face. “No, I love you. I have wanted to say it for weeks, but I worried you didn’t feel the same.”

You shifted. “And now…”

“I don’t care if you are ready to say it yet. I am not going anywhere, I will wait until you are ready. But I have the thought after this…” he smiled at your state of undress and disheveled hair. “… you feel the same.”

You giggled as you cupped the side of his face. “I do. I love you too.” Steve leaned down to kiss you softly.

“Now what was that about dinner?” his lips smiling. “Because I don’t know about you I have worked up an appetite.”

You stood up and straightened up your skirt. “I will cook if you do something for me…”

Steve’s gave you a questioning glance. “Which is?”

You walked away towards the bedroom to change clothes. “No more drinking strange liquids in my fridge?”

“What else are you planning on keeping in there?”

You raised an eyebrow as you slipped out of your skirt and glanced over your shoulder. “Who knows? Might be poison, might be an aphrodisiac. Take your chances.” you teased.

Steve smiled as he followed you to the bedroom.

[dreadysficrecs]

Stucky Fic Rec List #14

Friday, June 25

🌺 honey, make this easy by steebadore - [Explicit; 7,9k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Established Relationship; Chubby!Bucky; Dom/Sub Undertones; Proto Sugar Baby!Bucky; Feminization; Lingerie; Biting; Pinching; Bruises; Dirty Talk; Nipple Play; Hand Feeding; Cock Warming; Bottom!Bucky; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation; Bathing/Washing; Tenderness; Light Angst]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🗝️ got my love to keep me warm by unicornpoe - [Teen; 6,7k words]

[Hogwarts AU; Chubby!Bucky; Bearded!Steve; Professors; Pining; Shy Bucky; Thirsty Bucky; Fluff; Tenderness; First Kiss; Happy Ending]

“Let’s go someplace warm,” Steve says. “You and me.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, quiet, and lets the crunch of snow beneath their feet fill his ears. Lets Steve pull him a little closer as they set off down the street. “Ok.”

***

The one where they're professors at Hogwarts.

🌊 everything the water can be by jehans - [Explicit; 5,6k words]

[College AU; Swim Team; Swimmer Steve; Pining; Resolved Sexual Tension; Friends to Lovers; Heavy Flirting; Sweet Kisses; Strip Tease; Blow Jobs; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Semi-Public Sex; Pool Sex; Barebacking]

“Tell you what, big guy,” Bucky purrs, matching Steve’s tone, “if you win this thing—”

“This is practice,” Steve interrupts like a dumbass, “there is no winning.”

Bucky’s lopsided smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” he concedes, still in that slow molasses drawl, “but you guys all keep track of your time, right? I’ve watched you all compare notes after practice.”

Steve laughs. They’re a team of competitive little shits, they absolutely do that. “Yeah, okay, fair enough,” he relents.

“So,” Bucky continues slowly, his blush deepening, “you get the best time today...,” he takes a breath, drops his voice even lower, and soughs, “I’ll let you take off my clothes. All of ‘em.”

Shit.

Steve suddenly realizes what a fucking moron he is for having initiated this line of flirtation here at the pool and right before practice.

💘 Not Technically A Bromance by @iamthe-wo-manwhocan - [Mature; 2,6k words]

[Canon Divergence; Queer BFFs Steve and Bucky; Casual Sex; Steve Rogers Is Not a Virgin; Friends With Benefits; Idiots In Love; Humour; Happy Ending]

“A bromance?” Bruce asks, voice tinged with restrained laughter.

“Yeah, we have one of those.” Steve glowers at Bruce, who’s patently laughing at him, eyes bright and twinkling with mirth.

Bruce composes himself, biting at his bottom lip. “And you’ve had sex how many times?”

Inspired by that tweet, you know the one.

[queenbeean]

forbidden / dark!nomad!steve rogers

part three

warnings: this is a dark fic, MINORS DON’T INTERACT; dubcon, prostitution, heavy smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism and more stuff i’ll come back and add

author’s note: this is not edited, if you pls would tell me what you think about it, if people are liking it or if i should stop

fun fact: it took me three more days than i planned to write this part and i’m sorry if it sucks

pairing: dark!nomad!steve rogers x f!reader

taglist: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ; let me know if anyone wants to be added

Steve grunted in annoyance. He couldn’t quite get you out of his mind. He tried convincing himself that it was only the knowledge that he was taking your virginity. That was it. That had to be it. He let you go get some rest after he and Bucky explored your sensitive spots. He had never been harder than at that point, with your cunt and your sweet nectar and your intoxicating scent so close to him. He had always prided himself in being a patient man. Even after so many fall outs and events that led him to where he was right now, he never experienced something quite like this. Wanting to just get Bucky out of there, spread you on the table like you were his last meal and fuck you until he tired.

Last night he had to settle for showering by himself like he always did although the thought of you on your knees while he washed your hair...

“No.” He hit his table with his fist. Pushing the button on the intercom, he all but growled. “Get Lauren in here. Now.”

“Boss, do you mean Lorraine?” Roman wondered.

“Yeah, whatever. I want her here in two minutes.”

Steve heard Roman swallowed hard. “Uh, yes, Boss, I’ll bring her right away.”

The room was silent again. Only his thoughts running wild with thoughts of you. The way you were so willingly obedient. He had loved every bit of skin he got to touch the night before. The way you were so sensitive in between your soft tits. The way your toes curled whenever he ran his calloused fingers from your belly button to where your clit was nestled, the sides of your outer lips...

“Sir, you requested me?”

Steve looked in front of him, to the door where Lorraine was sporting a mischievous smile. He smirked. He knew Lorraine would always be up for a good fucking session no matter what time of the day it was. She was so thirsty for him but would always try to stay for more. What else could he offer her, he didn’t know. “Close the door and come here.” He got up from the chair and unbuttoned his shirt and pants, then proceeding to take them off, leaving him in the nude. He saw Lorraine taking her gown off and dropping it on the floor. He couldn’t help but compare her body to yours. But he mentally shook his head.

“On the table. Now.” Steve growled and took a condom from his desk drawer. Once he put it on, he walked up to Lorraine and made her lay on the table. “You are always so wet for me.” He marveled at her glistening lips and gushing hole. “Open wide.” Lorraine spread her legs wider and used her fingers to spread her lips.

Steve groaned at the sight and quickly pushed his impressive length in. Both him and Lorraine moaned out loud. “Sir, y-you are so b-big.” The lady in front of him gasped but he was too distracted by the way his cock struggled to penetrate her hole. He could only pray you’d be able to take him.

“How many times have I fucked you and you are still this tight.” Steve grunted and continued his assault on her pussy. He pulled her her closer by her thighs and lifted her up slightly. Lorraine moaned louder and tried to grip his hands, the new angle had his tip reaching that spot deep inside.

“S-sir, p-please.” She shut her eyes and squirmed, her orgasm was coming fast and Steve knew this. He pulled out of her and helped her up. Without much of a word, he took her arm and brought her to the side of his desk. She tried to stand in front of him, chest to chest but Steve wanted to picture your face instead. Besides, he didn’t want to give Lorraine false hope or hope for that matter.

“Leg up.” Steve tapped her left leg and she immediately complied. He used one hand to spread her ass cheeks and the other to push his cock in. The squelching sounds were obscene along with the slapping of skin.

“I’m s-so close, Sir.”

“I know, come on, cum.” Steve grunted as he felt as her walls squeezed him hard. He was so close but he needed something else. With one arm, he hooked her leg on his arm and brought his free hand to rub harsh circles on her clit. The amount of pleasure from that along with her orgasm had her squirting all over. Steve chased his orgasm as the squeezing got more intense but what made him cum hard was the sound of the door opening and innocent eyes widening as they looked at him.

You gasped at the scene in front of you. The Boss has orgasmed once with you but were you able to make him cum like she did? Would he grip your hips as hard and rut into you as deep and hard as he was with her? Adverting your eyes, Roman, who had brought you in, gave you a little push before leaving you inside with the sex-smelling couple.

“Y/N?” Steve heaved as he pulled out of the blonde. “Get upstairs. Wait for me.” Your eyes followed his gesture and you noticed for the first time the stairs that wrapped around the wall to your right. “You can leave now, Lorraine.” You heard the Boss say.

“Oh, yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded disappointed and you caught a glimpse of her. She looked sad as she put on her gown back but when she caught your eye, her lips turned into a smirk. “Good luck doing what I did.” You heard her whisper to you and unknowingly to you, so did Steve.

You continued up, getting more nervous than you already were. Part of you had been excited about the Boss taking your virginity. He was handsome and big everywhere and it was foolish of you to think that way of him. He had a reputation and the only way he paid attention to you was because of your virginity. You couldn’t afford to think he was different with you for something besides that.

But now, after seeing how hard he had cum thanks to Lorraine, you were sure you were going to be a disappointment to him, probably to his business too. And you didn’t know what could be of you if you didn’t please him enough. He might sell you or offer you to the lower class which in this town was known to not have enough to afford so the women sent there were used more often and with less precautions. It had been really good luck that Marina found this place for both of you.

Your thoughts stopped when you reached the second floor and opened the door. Your eyes widened as you took in the dark room. A single bed in the middle, covered with dark colored sheets. Ropes were tied to the four posts. The wall to the right of the entrance was all window. The opposite one and the one opposite the door along with the ceiling were all mirror. On the last wall, your heart started beating faster. All kinds of contraptions, toys, lubes, and whatnot were on there.

Walking to the window, you tried to settle down your heartbeat. You needed this so you needed to stay calm and do whatever he asked of you. He was the key to your survival and you were going to do everything in your power to make your way here.

With that new mindset, you exhaled and waited patiently for the Boss. Should you be worried that he’s taking a long time to get here? You were sure you were in the right place because it was the only door up here.

As you decided to go check again, the door opened and the Boss walked in, freshly showered and only wearing a towel. Water droplets were falling off his locks and into his broad chest while the ones on his abdomen trailed down and disappeared when they touched the low-hung towel. You swallowed hard again.

“I hope you were well rested.” The Boss said, snapping you out of your naughty thoughts.

“Yes, Sir. I did.” You looked down and the hard beating of your heart prevented you from listening to his bare feet stepping close to you.

Suddenly, his naked lower half appeared in your line of vision and your eyes snapped up. “Did you like what you saw?” He asked and you noticed that he was now drying his wet dirty blond hair with the very same towel that had covered his beautiful cock.

“I- Sir, I-”

The Boss took one of your hands and placed it on the middle of his chest. “I don’t want to have to remind you that I expect an answer when I ask you something. Is that clear, doll?” His voice was deep and you clenched your pussy.

“Clear, Sir. I apologize.”

“So?”

You swallowed and scrambled to remember what he had asked you. “Y-yes, Sir. You have a beautiful body.”

“It’s all yours today.” The Boss whispered as his hands started playing with the hem of your gown, a little distraction from the sweet smell of in between your legs. “Touch me, Y/N.”

“Yes, Sir.” Your hand moved, trailing down his sculpted torso until you reached the small hairs that surrounded his cock. Then you wrapped your small hand around him, noticing how your fingers wouldn’t meet. And you squeezed him a little.

Steve moaned. “I-I already know you like my cock but what about downstairs? I could tell you were aroused when you saw me fucking Laura.” He started bucking his hips, helping you fuck your fist.

You placed your other hand to help jack his cock off better. “I d-don’t know, Sir.”

“You do know, pretty girl.” Steve moved his hands to the straps of your gown and let them fall off of your shoulders. “Now tell me. I want to know how naughty you are.”

At his words, you started pumping him harder. “I-I,” You swallowed hard and felt the wetness gathering in your outer lips. “I liked the way you f-fucked her. I-I wanted to be in her place b-but you are so... big. What if I can’t fit you, Sir?” As your concerns grew bigger, you guided his cock closer to where you needed him most and you realized you started to slightly hump against nothing.

“Oh, fuck.” Steve groaned and he felt his ball sack tighten at your words. “Your pussy will fit me, doll. I’ll make sure of that.” He stopped you and grabbed your arm, pushing you towards the bed. You whimpered as you struggled to settle on the bed. The Boss was fast to get on top of you and faster than you could realize, he was ripping your gown from the middle, moving it aside so he could stare at your tits. “I have so many plans for your body, doll.”

An estrangled moan left your lips when the Boss dove onto your nipples, carefully taking the nub in between his teeth. “That feels so g-good, Sir.”

In response, Steve took your other nipple in between two fingers and toyed with it until he had you gasping. “Do you think your pussy is ready?” He asked in between licks.

Another set of moans broke out as you felt his saliva being brushed around by the thick hairs of his beard. “Yes, Sir, please touch me.” Your thighs tried pressing together but his thick body prevented you from having any sort of friction.

“Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?” Steve asked as his fingers trailed down your body until his forefinger found your drenched bundle of nerves.

“Y-yes, Sir.” You said in between moans. You gasped as he started gently rubbing your clit, applying enough pressure to have you writhing underneath him.

“Yes, what?” Steve smirked and dragged his finger lower, to where your cunt was gushing and with two fingers, he dipped them enough to have them thickly covered of your juices.

“Oh, Sir, please.” You moaned again when you felt his fingertips swirling around. “I’ll be your... your g-good girl.” You responded when you felt him remove his fingers.

Steve did something he has never done before and it wasn’t spreading your juices all over your lips but kissing you as he did that. And you tasted magnificent. Like nothing he has ever tasted and it drove him even crazier. Your tongue slipped a little into his mouth and it only made you kiss you harder. Almost as if he wanted to bruise you for being so sinful to him.

“Enough foreplay.” He grunted more to himself than to you. “I’m only going to tell you once. I need you to relax, otherwise everything will hurt that much more for you.”

Your eyes widened before you closed them and you started taking deep breaths. “Yes, Sir.”

“Open your eyes, Y/N. I want to see them as I take you.” He whispered in your ear and as soon as you did, he thrusted one finger inside your tight channel.

“Fuck.” You moaned and shut your eyes but quickly opened them for him. His finger was dragging up and down your walls deliciously. It was thicker and longer than yours and...

“Language.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You whispered but your breath caught in your throat when he added a second finger. It wasn’t slow and it was a very big stretch. You put your hand on his shoulder but he distracted you by attacking your lips with a kiss once more. His lips were enough to distract you from the momentary pressure and a slight curving of his fingers had you gasping, giving him the best opportunity to enter his tongue and massage it with yours. Both of you moaned and the incessant pumping of his fingers had you clenching your walls but you needed more. “Sir?”

Steve wanted to do anything you’d ask him as you looked at him with those doe eyes of yours and your breathless voice, all thanks to him. “Yes, princess?” But he never stopped pumping his fingers.

“Can you go faster?” Steve smiled, genuinely and it had been a while. You were such a precious thing and he couldn’t believe how lucky he had been when you were brought to him in a silver platter. Such an innocent being that he thought he’d never have as his actual self... “I’m sorry, Sir. I overstepped-”

“No, doll. You didn’t but your scent is driving me crazy. I think I’ve opened you enough for my cock.” You whimpered when you were left empty as he went for a condom and lube although he smirked at that. With how wet you were, he doubted he’d need lube. But he had to also remember that it was your first time and that he was well packed. He kneeled in between your legs when he came back, then he spread your legs as much as he could without making you uncomfortable. “Remember, doll, relax as much as you can.”

Steve saw you nod as he rolled the condom on. He could smell as your scent got stronger and your heart beat faster and his own heart swelled. For the first time in a while, he felt happy. You wanted him and he never knew he’d want you as much.

Once he saw you more relaxed, he positioned himself at your entrance. The contact of his supersensitive tip to your gushing hole had his abs contracting. He took a deep breath and pushed it in slowly. He winced when he felt you tensing. He looked over at you and felt bad when he saw you shutting your eyes tightly.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” When you did, his demeanor changed. A lone tear left your eye and he cursed at himself. Another first for him, stopping. “I’m going to pull out.”

“No!” You interjected and gripped his waist. “I’m ready, I promise.” This time your eyes were pleading for him to continue. Many things were going through your head. If he didn’t want to take you, what was going to happen to you? Did you not feel good enough for him? “I know I’m not experienced but please let me try to please you, I know I can do it. Please.”

The breaking of your voice made it difficult for Steve but more than that, your scent and the way you looked underneath him. He didn’t know how to be gentle and but he knew that girls like you were easy to break. One rough snap of his hips and he could destroy you and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to not care about your well being.

“Okay, doll. I’ll play with your clit a little more.” He said and dropped his head to kiss you once more. You placed your hands on his prickly cheeks and returned his kiss with as much passion as you could as you tried to focus on it instead of the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your bundle.

Once he felt you relax, he started kissing you from your cheek to your jaw and the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

“Oh, shit, S-sir.” You yelped in surprised when you felt his teeth nip at your soft skin.

Steve used the distraction to wet his cock in your juices and enter you again, very slowly. This time it was a tad easier to penetrate your pulsing walls.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so-so good. Fuck, fuck.” Steve moaned loud as he kept pushing in very gently.

“Sir!”

“Call me Steve, Y/N.” He didn’t even realize he told you to call him that but he didn’t regret it one bit as you screamed his name over and over until he reach the deepest spot inside you even though he was only half way in.

“Steve?” You whimpered as your walls struggled to accommodate him. “You are so big.” You gasped in between breath intakes.

“I’m going to move now, doll. You feel so good.” That was the only warning he gave you before he started off slow but after rubbing your clit a little more and getting you wetter, you were slick enough to move more freely. He moved one of your legs over his hips and you moaned loudly, the obscene sounds of your juices squelching had him closing his eyes in pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Steve, more, please Sir.” You begged with tears in your eyes. Your nails were marking his back as if you were marking your territory.

He allowed himself to go faster, his hips thrusting harder and harder until he felt his balls were slapping your back entrance. He grabbed your other leg and hooked it over his arm, the new angle making reach further inside you and he knows you felt it as you tried stopping him but this is what both of you wanted.

“You are squeezing me too much, doll. Are you ready to cum?” Steve groaned as your walls gripped him too hard. If you weren’t so slick, he’s sure your pussy would push you out. But he was relentless and you felt like heaven.

You nodded at his question. The incessant pumping of his cock inside of you was almost too much and you were about to break...

Suddenly, your world was turned upside down. Steve rolled both of you so that now you were straddling him. You let out a very pornographic-like moan and dropped your head back as you felt yourself sinking into his cock, almost entirely.

“Steve!”

Your walls contracted hard enough to induce his orgasm at the same time as you started milking him for all he was worth. Your palms were firmly on his chest as he prolonged your high by moving your hips in circles, making both of you moan uncontrollably.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.”

You tried so hard and finally opened them to be greeted by the most beautiful sight ever. Steve’s reddened and pleasure filled expression would forever be engrained in your mind. He was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and he had just given you the greatest pleasure of your life.

“Steve?”

“There you go.” Steve praised. “Good girl.” He rolled you both again, being mindful of your weak body while making sure he didn’t slip out of you. He cupped the back of your head and laid you gently on one of the pillows. You were done for the night. He could feel the light aftershocks and the slight squeezing of your walls on his semi hard cock. “I’m going to pull out now.”

“No,” You opened your eyes and gripped his forearm. “Not yet, please.”

Steve nodded. You were right, he’d needed to give you time so pulling out wouldn’t hurt you as much. But what he didn’t know was that you didn’t want to be empty of him. He was a man you’d never have so you wanted to prolong the illusion a little longer. Come tomorrow, you’d be another of his pleasure assets, your Boss but for now, he was just Steve. The man who made you feel alive.

And Steve, as he laid next to you carefully, felt whole for the first time in a long, long time.