Captain America Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

I had tried to be the cold, rational captain who protected his rookie from the circus I had created, but the second I saw him at that mixer, letting some random lacrosse prick touch him, every single logical thought I had ever possessed had burned to ash. I was weak for him. I was completely, irreversibly ruined for anyone else, and as I wrapped my arm a little tighter around his waist, pulling his bare back flush against my stomach, I realized that fighting it was a losing battle. "You're thinking too loud, Captain," Jules mumbled, his voice thick and raspy with sleep. He didn't open his eyes, just shifted slightly, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of my neck. His lips brushed agains

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

He added and when I didn't say anything, he hooked His fingers on the hem of my shorts and pulled me close. “Don't think too much about it, okay?” He whispered softly before rubbing our palms together. “It's cold, we should head back to the cabin” He murmured and I nodded, flashing him a small smile even though there was inner turmoil within me. I shouldn't have come. If I hadn't come, he wouldn't have gotten into a fight with Chase and have his role as Captain stripped. How do I fix this now? “Rhea?” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts And only then did I realize that we were already in the cabin.

He never even opened the picture. Sophie walked over to me with a wine glass. She glanced at the debrief booklet, then at Ethan. "Captain Carter certainly has plenty of time." She let out a small laugh. "Emma begs you for one glance at her mother's journal, and you say flight safety isn't for humoring people. Claire's debrief booklet, and you revise it down to the order of the sentences." The ballroom around us went quiet for a moment. A few family members turned to look.

Cole pov I sat at my desk long after the room had emptied out, the image still looping behind my eyes no matter how many times I told it to stop. Kayla, pulling that helmet over her head. Kayla, climbing onto the back of Rhys's bike like it was the easiest thing in the world. Her arms around his waist. I dragged a hand down my face and stared at the blank page in front of me, willing myself to focus on anything else. It didn't work.

I ask hopefully. “He was handsome,” she says after a beat, staring out the window. “Brown hair. Dark eyes.” She pauses. “His friends were, too. All … very good-looking.” My jaw tightens. Brown hair. Dark eyes. It’s not our Enrique. “One guy was tall, smoldering, with black hair, blue eyes,” she says. “He didn’t talk much.” A beat. “Another one looked sort of like a young Chris Evans.” Great, Captain America and his side-kick is after us.

"How was school today, little chef?" "Mama and I met Mike !" She exclaimed, and my heart skipped more than a beat. Hell, it stopped working. "Oh, really?" Rodney looked in my direction only to find that I was already looking at him. "That must be nice. Did you like it? Meeting Mike ?" "Don't mind it. He showed up at her school today." I explained quickly, for some reason. "And I told him off." "Yes!" She chimed again, finally getting the chance to answer Rodney's question. "He's so nice. Mike is Captain America!"