Steve Rogers X Reader Fluff Novels & Stories

DELLA I sat up for hours when Sam I came back to the high packhouse. The other rogues had been friendly so far despite me being a complete stranger. They didn't really care. They treated me as if I was one of their own. Well, it was definitely a warmer welcome than I had gotten with Hunt's pack. No one shot dagger stares at me and everyone mostly kept to themselves. I was in the library room, running my fingers along the thick spines of various volumes of books. I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

I've never been so close and personal with an enemy capable of ending me with a twat from his hand before. To my surprise, Roger's lips eventually curl, and he laughs. He gently places me over his chest and closes his eyes. "So heal me then. Hurry, little wolf. I'm dying." Wait, what? Seriously? My fear blows away. Roger isn't as teasing as Caleb when he speaks. He is super bossy, and it aggravates me. The bastard talks to me like I'm his freaking servant—Roger is the male version of Jenna. "I'm not your slave..." I mutter while crouching on top of him, blushing when I notice the hole is gone—the moronic alpha is almost entirely healed. I'm currently sitting over his abs.

I stroked it faster and a throaty keening escaped Steve's lips. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them boorishly, kneading them like they were dough. I moaned softly at his coarse touch and we resumed shoving our faces in each other's. Steve held both my thighs and lifted me up from the ground. He staggered towards my dresser and sat me down on it quite ungentlemanly, knocking down some of my stuff.

Steve said coldly Kristen gave him a very cold look and shrugged him off, then took out papers from his black computer bag "These papers prove that Frank is going to take advantage of us in the very near future." “If he would, why did he wait all these years?” Focus and you will see. His father's facial features changed as he read the papers with his small medical glasses "If he is trying to gain our trust, let us not doubt." "okay" Roger felt as if he wanted to apologize to him for accusing him of his strange behavior He said to Steve, "How come you didn't notice this when you were so important in the administration department? Shouldn't you notice these loopholes?"

Stella smiled at him as she caressed his head. Roger’s face was pale, and given that he had lost a bit of weight during the time he was hospitalized, the white T-shirt he wore hung loosely on his skeletal frame. Stella said, “It’ll be the holidays in a few days. Shall I bring you shopping for new clothes?” Roger pushed her away. “You better be spending more time and effort on yourself. I’m a man. I don’t need fancy clothes.” Stella reached out to pinch his cheeks. “A man? No matter how old you get, you’ll always be a kid in your sister’s eyes…”

Ryan pleaded with a wide smiles and shook hand with the doctor who was still surprise. "You need to see how those nurses were begging me, I even presses their butt and tool their numbers, you know what that means??" Steve smirked and Ryan made a short chuckle recalling who his friend really was, Steve had always being a Playboy all his life, one of those men who loves sex and takes every opportunity, love was far away from him.. "So you are having sex with someone who can feed you??" Ryan scoffed with a chuckle.. "Not for today when you gave me the opportunity offered by your girlfriend.." Steve cackled.

She moaned around his cock, pulling off just enough to whisper, “Yes… yes, I love it.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Rob slump back in his chair, defeated. “Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she added, just to twist the knife. Steve barked a laugh. “You hear that? Can’t fake that.” He let go of her head. “Come ride my face, baby. I want you looking at him when you cum.” Emma crawled up Steve’s body again, straddling his face. She faced Rob as she lowered herself onto Steve’s mouth, his hands gripping her hips tight. “This slut’s pussy is soaked,” Steve said, before Emma muffled him.

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.