Novel & Cerita Steve Rogers Reader Fanfiction

He liked the idea of me being with someone else, not realizing that he, in fact, was getting sloppy seconds after my afternoon adventure. “Think of one of your friends you’d like to see fuck me.” “No, just some stranger, nobody we know.” He was getting more excited. “Maybe someday when you are working, I’ll hook up with someone. Maybe when you are off on one of your fishing trips, I’ll find a lover.” Roger was fucking me harder. “You nasty woman. You’d do that to me?” “Yeah. I’d fuck some stranger and bring you a cunt full of cum. Maybe I’d make you eat it out of me.”

“I was playing before you showed up. I’ll play after you leave. Keep your benefits for the next player you meet.” Roger's eyes widened. He couldn't believe I'd reject his offer. For a second, his grip tightened. “You’re brave today,” he murmured. “Is it because you think someone’s going to save you?” Kane. The thought hit me instantly. And I hated that Rogers said it out loud, like he could see it written all over me. “I don’t need saving,” I replied. That part was true. I couldn’t afford to need anyone right now. Rogers hummed again, unconvinced. His hand slid slightly at my waist, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from reacting.

Marissa says and I didn't miss the mere second that got Alonso puffing his chest with silent pride. "Are you sure with your decision? Because the day I'll come again, will be the day you regret talking all this. Come with me, little bird. Let's head back home" the guy says, whose name apparently now I know is Roger. He takes a step towards the borders and the entire patrol team and the army are ready to end his life right then and there. "All of this nonsense for nothing," Roger smirks and shakes his head. "If that's what it is, then I'll see you again. It's a good thing you don't know your way back home. You are not welcomed anymore but maybe I'll show you little mercy when I come back next

“Steven’s death doesn’t change anything. If you need us, we’re here for you. Also, you’re young …” “Please, stop. Don’t say it.” “I need to,” Rodger continued. “Don’t turn your heart away from love if it finds you again. Promise me that you won’t close yourself off. Be open to love … someone else.” I nodded as tears rimmed my eyes. “Thank you,” I said, giving him a slight smile. “You’ve always been very kind to me. You’ve been like a father to me over the years. I hope you know that.”

Darius POV More time has passed and finally Roger has gotten a message to me that he will be helping me get out. He is waiting for three more days when there are new recruits guarding the cells. It will be easier to take them down, according to him. When I asked after Anton, Roger told me that he found his mate in his group of rogues and they have been fucking like damn nymphs since they felt the bond. Figures my beta would forget the mission for some pussy. I hope he is enjoying himself, because I’m beating the shit out of him when I get out of here.

After all, he would e getting what he did to me. "How did you find him," I ask. "As I said, Angelica, I have my ways." "Fuck his ways, and fuck you both," Says Roger, coughing blood. "Did you hurt him?" I ask Ethan. "No...not yet, I was about to when he starts calling out your name, crying like a baby". My name? Roger crying like a baby? What the fuck?! This is too fictitious to be real. "You still don't get it, do you, My sweet little Angel?" Says Roger.

I looked around, and Asteria laughed. “She must be away.” Asteria gave me a sassy smile. We knew Angie snuck out most nights to be with Roger. The precise location was unknown to us, but when she returned early in the morning, she always glowed with happiness, and that effect is only given by spending time with your mate. I pray that Roger turns to have a blessed bond with her because they deserve happiness, too. Roger, despite being a human, is more supernatural than most. He is strong, smart, and patient—the perfect combination to handle a stubborn woman with a fiery temperament like Angie.

“We have an alibi, witnesses to that, and nothing to gain from such destruction.” My voice was so low, so deadly—my eyes so fierce, so unyielding, that Marcus actually balked. It was brief and slight, but it was there. He took a step back. I stood taller. Every inch upward made my burned skin pull, but I didn’t flinch. “Tyler Rogers is my mate,” I said as if announcing it to an audience. “Yes, I am a rogue. But we have already sealed our bond. And there’s nothing anyone can do to break that.”

“Part five; unclassified rogues will be shot on sight if identification is not made readily available the moment of entry into any territory.” Each section he read out loud, letting the words I was only brave enough to write down and not speak myself be heard by my own ears. I was ashamed of myself for even thinking them; knowing that some of my friends over the years were Rogues by no fault of their own, Chip being an example.

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”