Steve Rogers Beard Novels & Stories

Dave explained and I remained silent as I pondered wether or not the man was telling the truth. “So you are saying you know nothing about the dealings Steve had with the rogues?” I questioned and Dave sighed. “All I know is Steve had a…deal of some sort with the rogues and -” Dave began but I interrupted him. “What sort of deal?” I asked. “He never told me,” Dave said and my eyes sharpened. How was it possible that Steve would keep a secret from his entire pack and those closest to him for so long? “The only thing he ever said was that I didn't need to bother since the rogues weren't causing any trouble and at the time, he was right.” Dave explained.

Hell, Vice did everything well. Where Vice looked like an underwear model – all lean, smouldering dark good looks and clean shaven – Victor was golden haired, body building, and stubble jawed… Okay, he had gone the full beard, Raven smothered a laugh as he caught sight of the blonde man waiting in the open door. A well-groomed beard with a manbun, to be precise. “If you offer me coffee, I am not responsible for my reaction,” Raven said. “What?” Victor raised an eyebrow and stroked his beard between his forefinger and thumb. “You don’t like the beard? Apparently, they are the current fashion, and it doesn’t raise a rash on Mirage. Anywhere,” he added with a glint in his eye.

What were we really doing? “Oh, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable. Please, make yourself at home,” Steve said, moving his hands as he spoke. I realized I liked him—which was unusual for someone I just met. Or maybe I was just drawn to humans. He looked young, with a neatly trimmed beard, small nose, and brown hair. But the way he carried himself made me think he was a few years older. He didn’t have the accent of Kira or Mel or the other few people I’d talked with from the human world, which made me sure he wasn’t from this city.

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”

I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen. “Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself. “I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?” “Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

Steve laughed and Dwayne pouted at his response. "Okay, you won!" I giggled at Dwayne and turned sideways so I could see them both. It was only now that I noticed Steve's three-day beard. It went really well with his jet black hair. It really made him so mature and so manly, it's hard to believe it's only been four months.

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.

“Am so sorry I am late, I was investigating a case that was rogered in at the last minute, damn you are cute,”Rogers said as he bit his lower lip. Patricia had worn a sleeveless white dress. It had a v neck and she had kept her hair in a low bun. Rogers looked at her from head to toe and Patricia felt shy as he scanned her body. Though she had her clothes on she felt naked.

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, everyone needs one or two children to bring in and watch grow, just so those children can now come later on and kiss the fuck out of them. I do believe that’s what I am to you, right?" "Uncle Roger," I said, sitting opposite him, not caring much for protocol. Uncle Roger himself was not so impressive. Periodically, now that I took a good look at him, he was smaller—or maybe he was just stooped from age, gravity doing its work pulling his shoulders down towards the floor while his feet turned upright. He was slim, slender in fact. He had grey mustache hairs and a bald head with a red face under it. "And so, I’m guessing you’re not here for pleasantries," he smiled. "Tell me what