The Story That I Want To Tell You Cannot Be Found In A Book. They Say That The History Of The West Was

The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not till now.

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ari levinson and his extremely spoiled gf

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Mafia!Steve must think his little librarian is adorable after a couple glasses of wine.

Librarian!Reader is a huge fan of the mummy and Evie specifically. She's also more fiesty.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Librarian!Reader

Warnings: Drunk reader,

"How long has she been like this?" Steve asks, sweeping his thumb across his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on his very drunk, very passionate girl lecturing her newly appointed bodyguards about why they need to let her leave and the importance of libraries.

Nico shrugs, forcing his laughter back down before speaking. "Uh, since sometime around the third glass of the Chateau Cheval Blanc."

Nico goes still, glancing at his boss with rapt attention. Stifling a smile. Waiting for the words to sink in.

It doesn't take long.

Steve cants his head to the side and he slowly looks at his consigliere. "The what?"

The older man gestures at you. "She said that you said she could have whatever she wanted and—" he pushes that pesky laughter back down again when Steve's gaze narrows. "—she wanted the most expensive wine you had. I do recall, sir, that you did say to give her anything she asked for."

He wisely decides that Steve should find out about what you did to his bedroom, study, office and library on his own.

Steve turns back to you with a smirk. He knows you're trying to upset him but he's enjoying seeing you relaxed and unfiltered too much to care that you're spilling expensive wine on his priceless rug.

The heat from his gaze settles on the back of your neck, your head lifts and you see the cause of your ire smiling down at you in a sharp three-piece suit.

God you hate him and his stupid suit. It fits around his muscular, large body so perfectly.

Emphasizing every line of his impressive frame. You want to rip it off him with your teeth.

There's no reason for him to be that big, it doesn’t even make sense. You don’t get how someone’s arms and hands can become so massive and of course, he has a huge dick. Of.Course.He.Does. He probably got the biceps from lugging his huge cock around all day. He could probably pick you up without even trying, fucking bastard

And his skin is pretty, you want to mark him up, you want to dig your hands into his back and claw your way down to his firm ass while he fucks—

It takes three long seconds to realize the room is silent. Pin drop silence. Suffocating silence.

Steve leans against the railing and his brow raises. Before he can say anything to add to your growing discomfort, you defiantly raise your chin, straighten your dress and flip him off.

Your words hang in the air.

Its an embarrassingly longer minute for you to realize what you did, what you said.

Heat courses across your face as you curse him and your drunken tongue. Mostly him though. This is his fault.

"For the record," you start, taking a wobbly step back. "I was not talking about you. I was talking about another Steve."

"Really?" He dryly intones, loosening his tie.

"Yes really," you say, mocking his tone. You drop the wine glass. Another step back, your arms out to keep your balance as you scrounge for the last of your dignity. "He uh, he works at the coffeeshop next door." You smile, proud of your quick thinking.

Steve saunters down the steps, unhurried. Unphased. "Come here and tell me all about him then mo chroí."

You take a deep breath in, square your shoulder and meet his blue gaze. "You know what I—"

Steve huffs out a laugh when you take off down the hall.

Rolling up his sleeves, he follows you with languid sure steps. "Mo chroí, tell me all about this other Steve. I wanna hear your pretty lips lie to me while I think of all the things I'm going to do to your pretty little pussy once you admit that you want me."