Steve Rogers X Male Reader 소설 & 이야기

Her paced quickened as she heard Harry moan loudly. In her peripheral she saw the door that was once cracked open, now standing about halfway open. Just outside it was Roger. His pants were down to his knees and he was stroking a huge, fat, ugly, black cock. He was looking right at her. Harry had told him to do just that, but not to join in this first time. Harry was getting off on the fact that his buddy was watching this intense blow job play out.

Instead, the halls were quiet which was strange because of the fight outside. I moved quickly through the corridors listening for any sound. Then I heard a clap, and another clap behind me, causing me to freeze. It was Rogers stepping out of the shadows with a menacing aura, his jaws tightening. “Well if it ain't the weakling. To think you showed up here a week ago and I never knew,” “Where's my baby?” I clipped, thrusting my claws out. “I'll kill him before you get to him. You think you can take me on? Don't be ridiculous,” he fired, nostrils flaring up as he moved closer. “ This is disappointing, I was expecting Gabriel but I got you instead.”

Dr Steve got up and welcomed me with a warm hug, “Max! It’s good to see you again.” “Good to see you too, Doc.” I proceeded to introduce John to him. “This is my friend, John Rhodes of the River Moon Pack. John, this is Dr Steve Grey of-“ “I do know Dr Grey, he’s a legend.” Both men laughed as John extended his hand to Dr Steve who took it and both men shook hands warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Dr Steve.” “Same here, Mr Rhodes.” “Please just call me John. I’ve heard a lot about you sir and I have to say, a good job well done.”

He was giving off that same bitter energy with tight lips, heavy glare, like he was pissed at someone but couldn’t say it out loud. That was the third one. First Knox. Then Kole. Now Crandon. What is wrong with these men? They all must be menstruating, and their cycles are insync. I didn’t have time to figure it out, because that’s when the double glass doors swung open and in walked the infamous Mayor Stanley Rogers like he owned the damn building. Crisp suit, wide stride, ego dripping from every pore. And just like that, the room shifted again. It's showtime.