Landon Watts Residence. Philadelphia, PA. July 11th 2018.
Landon marches into his office and over to the computer screens, relieved to be home after his 24 hour hold at the police station. He gazes down at the list of charges on the court paperwork, while the computer boots up.
Public Intoxication. Sex in a public place. Solicitation of a prostitute. Drunk and disorderly conduct.
Thank God his cousin in a lawyer and is working on making all these charges disappear before Juliette finds out about them. She'll be a real bitch if she learns about his rapidly growing criminal record. And there goes any chance of her willingly coming to him when fucking Rogers leaves her ass.
It's all her fucking fault anyway. If she wouldn't be such a whore for that prick none of this would have happened. But the second he marches back into her life like he's God's gift to the fucking world she's on her knees.
He tried to forget about her, for a little while. What else can he do when his every thought is of her. But even the alcohol didn't numb the anger, nor did the whore he drove around all of Philadelphia to find. It's not his fault he has a very specific taste. It's also not his fault that the slut got a black eye and a split lip. He was paying her after all, she was nobody to him.
It's her own damn fault she got hit, if she just would have kept sucking his cock when he moaned Julie's name instead of bitching about it none of this would have happened.
But really he can't even be mad at the whore, because in the end it's all Juliette's fault. If she would just look at him like she does Captain America, give him the time of day, let him take care of her. Just give him a chance, he could show her he's way fucking better than that 100 year old faggot with tights and a do good attitude.
Landon grunts when the Home Screen opens and a few clicks later, he's staring down at a video of Juliette riding that assholes dick. Checking the time stamp — 1:49 P.M — he realizes it's live.
Here he is, nursing a hangover with a growing hard on that's probably drenched in STI's while she's down the block bouncing a cock that doesn't belong to him.
He growls, and clenches his fists so hard his knuckles turn white and his nails cuts into his palms.
Steve's hands slide up Juliette's ribs and cup her breasts while she rocks on him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Even without the sound on, Landon watches her cry that fucker's name.
Landon realizes quickly that he looks different, the lumberjack look is gone and he once again looks like the golden boy he always did. No wonder she's giving him the ride of his life. He looks like her fucking wet dream.
Landon shakes his head and selects another video clip.
07/11/2018 4:12 A.M - MASTER
Juliette walks into her bedroom — dressed in black fishnet stockings, cut off jean shorts, and a faded Captain America tank top — she strips down to a red lace bra and stockings before approaching the bed. She slips her hand under the sheet covering Rogers while he sleeps and strokes his cock until he wakes.
What the shit? All they do is fuck. If he knew what kind of a freak she was he'd have done more to get her in bed. Landon selects any other clip, one where they aren't fucking. If he has to see Roger's dick again he's gonna punch something.
07/10/2018 7:20 P.M. - MASTER BATH
"What are you going to do while I'm working?" She asks as she smears red lipstick over her perfect pouty mouth.
Steve shrugs. "Relax, order out. I should call Natasha. Probably shave."
She smiles and nods, "Don't forget we have go to your hotel and get your stuff soon. There's no point in having the room when you're staying here."
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FanfictionTwo months after the Avengers lost to Thanos and 3.5 billion people vanished from existence, Steve Rogers sits alone in a bar dedicated to his team. A bar that is owned by his ex-fiancé. She thinks he left her at the alter two years ago. What she d...
