#cevanstan

I got out the shower and it felt relaxing but I still had all these knots I’m my back. As I came out of Steve’s and I’s shared bathroom, he was sitting on the bed with only grey sweatpants on…he looked so fucking sexy.

“Took you long enough.” He jokingly said to me. I tightened my towel around my body as I laid down on my side of the bed. I looked back over at Steve and he went back to reading some article on his iPad. He was focused and I didn’t want to interrupt him…but I really want a massage.

I grabbed a scrunchie from my nightstand and tied my braids into a high bun.

“Baby?” I softly said as he looked up at me. “Yes?” He answered with a little chuckle. He gave me all his undivided attention and I love when he does that.

“Can you give me a massage, please? It doesn’t have to take long but I’ve just really had these knots in my shoulders and lower back.”

His features softened as looked at me. “Of course I can baby, let me get the oil.” He replied before he went to the bathroom to get the baby oil. I started smiling like a little kid, I can’t wait to get rid of these knots!

I took my towel off and laid down on my stomach with my head propped on arms. Steve walked back into the room with the oil as he whistled at me. “Looking sexy as ever, Mrs. Rogers.” He said with a smirk before giving my ass a hard slap.

“Ounch! That hurt!” I whined. Steve has the super solider strength, so it hurts like hell.

He playfully rolled his eyes at me as he came over to the bed, hovering over my body. He started pouring oil on my legs first, then rubbing it in gently. I felt my leg muscles loosen up some as I closed my eyes. After he rubbed it into my legs, he poured some onto my back.

He began deeply massaging my lower back as moans flew out my mouth. “Yes! That feels so good! A little more harder, baby.” I said as Steve laughed at me. He’s rolling his thumbs into my back muscles and he really digs deep into that one knot down there.

I feel the pressure releasing, and it response I began to arch my back. Since Steve was hovering over me, I felt his cock harden at my response. “I’m supposed to be giving you a massage and you’re over here archin your back.” He grunted.

“I’m sorry baby, but it feels so good! Go a little higher please!” I moaned.

He begins to massage my shoulders and it almost feels like I’m about to cum to this.

The long days at work, the tiring workouts, and all the stress fading away. I started moaning loudly as he pressed deeply into one of the knots in my shoulders. “That feel good, princess?” He questioned as I nodded my head in response.

“So good.” I tiredly said. “Shit!” I said to myself.

Steve flipped me over and started pouring the baby oil all over my body. He poured a bunch of oil on my boobs and started groping them.

‘Mhhm!”

I could feel the wetness from my pussy start to seep into the sheets as Steve grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way down to my ears. I was definitely feeling the stretch.

I was holding my legs back while he pulled his sweats down and grabbed his cock. We’ve been married for years but I’ll never be able to get over how huge he is. He was hard and tip was a angry red color, and those veins on the side of his dick just make me wet overtime.

“You ready?” He asked as I quickly nodded my head.

He shoved himself inside of me and we both let out a moan at the same time. “Steve!” I moaned.

He stayed still for a bit before pulling back out and pushing himself inside me again. He started thrusting into me slowly. “You’re too big!” I whined as he chuckled. “You can take it.” He said softly into my ear.

I was starting to get shy from the sounds of my wettness, it was the only thing you could hear in the room right now. Steve did a powerful thrust as he sucked some air from how tight I was. I tried to close my leg but he popped my inner thigh. “Keep them open for me, I wanna see that pretty pussy.” He said. I pouted at his words. It was becoming too much and we just started.

He grabbed my face and started kissing me passionately while his thrusts became faster. “Look how good you take daddy’s dick, all wet tight for me.” He groaned against my lips as my eyes rolled back.

I was about to cum, I could feel it.

“I wanna cum all over your dick!” I breathlessly moaned as he laughed at the state of me right now. A mess under him, for him and him only. And looking so pretty with that oil covering your chocolate skin.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy, especially since it was covered in baby oil and your juices.

He brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing it slowly. “Oh fuck!” Was all you could get out at the moment. Steve knew exactly what he was doing.

“Squirt for me, baby. I want my dick covered in the sweet juices of yours, okay?”

I nodded my moaned in response.

He started to rub my clit faster and thats when I felt my legs shake. Before I knew it, my pussy was squirting as Steve’s face was covered with a smirk. “Good girl! Good fucking girl!” He groaned as he slapped me across the face. I moaned from the sting, something about just felt so good.

“Fuck! Gonna put a baby in this tight little pussy!” He said to me as his thrusts got sloppier, I knew he was about to finish. “UGH!” Was all I heard before he came inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around his toned torso as his head fell into my oiled boobs.

“I gotta oil you up more often, baby. It just suits your skin so well.” He said as he looked up to get another look at me.

“I was supposed to be getting a massage.” I teasingly said as he chuckled. “You looked too good, I couldn’t resist.” Steve responded before he started sucking on my boob.

“Baby, I’m tired!” I whined. “Well I’m not.” He said as he looked me dead in my eyes while still sucking on my boob. I threw my head back into the mattress and let Steve do his magic.

And because you know I like to cross-check media reads with energy pulls—I did pull a card on this, and got The Hermit. Which, honestly? Couldn’t be more aligned.

The Hermit signals retreat, recalibration, and intentional silence—and that energy is all over how the studio is currently positioning Chris. They’re not erasing him; they’re pausing him. This is controlled isolation, a deliberate soft hold while they figure out how (or if) to reintroduce him without reigniting the mess that’s already burned through too much goodwill. It also reflects a strategy of internal regrouping—a kind of “don’t move until we’re sure it’s safe” moment. In the meantime, Pedro becomes the perfect surrogate: warm, marketable, and press-proof. If he can carry the public narrative on his own, it opens up options. If he can’t, it gives the studio time to finesse the next phase.

What we’re witnessing isn’t just PR—it’s energetic groundwork. The Hermit isn’t a no; it’s a “not yet.” There’s something brewing here. A potential rebrand or image reset that needs distance before it can be reintroduced cleanly. And the quiet is where that transformation starts.

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