#senator rogers

[howdoyousleep3]

the Senator sounds the most infatuated, endearing, and lost when Bucky bounces in his lap, veers on sounding subby because his Intern is “some professional dick rider or somethin’. my fuckin’ god, baby…”, always comes the fastest when Bucky milks it out of him by riding him

[bobbyo-1967]

Rogers Night In Question Part 2

26 February 2023 Honorable Foster Town Clerk Susan M. Dillon Office of the Foster Town Clerk Foster Town Hall 181 Howard Hill Road Foster, RI 02825 Honorable Clerk Dillon: Under the Rhode Island Access to Public Records Act, §38-2-1 et seq., I am requesting an opportunity to inspect or obtain copies of public records that deal with arrest records.  On or about Thursday February 2nd,…

[howdoyousleep3]

soooooo Senator 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

can i sit in ur lap sir

[legalandnotease]

it is concerning how much faith Tony fans have in the government and the political establishment: especially the ones who call themselves "liberal".

Like, its a consistent theme throughout the MCU that establishment figures and politicians cannot be trusted. They're almost always the villians or aligned witht the villians.

They never pass up an oppurtunity to screw over the little people. Which is arguably one of the most realistic aspects of the MCU.

Take how they say Steve "should have gone throught the right legal channels" to help Bucky in Civil War.

The movie takes great pains to show us that Steve *tried to do that*. Like Bucky let himself be arrested as soon as he got away from Ross kill squad.

And what happened? He's handed over to the CIA and denied a trial or legal representation (E. Ross laughing at the idea of him having a lawyer which is a human right enshrined in International law)

Its clearly shown that those in power were *not interested* in who really bombed the UN. They just got hold of the nearest convenient scapegoat and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible to look good. To look as though they were doing something.

No due process, no investigation. Zip. They didn't even bother with proper security at the detention facility considering Zemo was just able to walk in armed only with a fake ID card.

Steve was basically *forced* to clear Bucky's name himself, because the establishment were not interested in real justice. It wasn't even some "arrogant American" version of justice either.

Like... finding the *right* person who bombed the UN and killed King T'Chaka should have been a priority for anybody.

Convicting the wrong person for a crime is contrary to most people's interpetation of justice, because it means that the person who actually did it goes unpunished.

[scandinavianfairytale]

Filthy

Pairing: Senator Steve Rogers x Assistant Reader

Warnings: This is straight up filth 😅 18+, Rated R 🙈 Smut, including but not limited to: oral, PinV, cheating, power dynamic is askew, age gap...

It was wrong. So wrong. So very wrong. For a number of reasons.

1. He was married.

2. He was significantly older than you. And we're talking about that he could be you father older than you.

3. He was your boss.

You could probably think of other reasons why, but these were the major ones. Yet, it didn't stop you from lusting after the senator. And you tried to distract yourself, mainly with work, but whenever you were alone with him, your knees shook, your core throbbed, and your head felt dizzy.

But you couldn't seduce a married man.

Or maybe you could.

Just not as directly as you would any other men.

In the beginning you were subtle. A button opened there, a skirt too short there. A little moan or gasp sprinkled in between the meetings. A hand lingering too long.

Nothing. There was no reaction from Steve.

So then you resorted to blatant tactics. Before going into his office you changed into the same clothes, just two sizes two small. On a number of occasions you even forgot the bra.

Still nothing. He was driving you insane. After every meeting where you basically offered yourself on a silver plate,.you had to go to the restroom and take the edge off. Your hands felt like cheap alternative to what you were actually after. Even at home, your toys paled in comparison to the fantasies that were playing in your head.

In one last ditch effort, you put on the tightest skirt you had in your wardrobe, a skirt that was more like a second skin than a piece of clothing. Ditching the thong, you entered Senator Rogers office, knees shaking in anticipation of what might happen.

He fucked you that night. Three times. Your head was spinning by the end of the fuck session. You were bent over the table, taken on the floor, on all fours, the couch used for support after your arms gave out and then to properly finish the evening, you got down on your knees and sucked him off.

After that, you were hooked. You were insatiable. How could you not be? The way he looked, sounded, and carried himself was enough to drive a woman insane. Put that together with the best fuck you experienced in your life and you got yourself a proper cock whore.

Steve was preparing his notes for tomorrows speech when a soft knock on the door of his office interrupted his train of thought. Your head poked through the crack and he smiled, motioning you in.

"Why are you still here so late?" Steve asked as he patted the chair next to him, insinuating that you can or should sit.

"Well, there are so many things left to do by tomorrow." You replied as you sat down. Steve picked up his scotch and leaned back in the leather sofa he was sitting in.

"There's always a lot of work to be done. And I know all the necessary things have already been done, so why don't you try again, sweetheart." He smirked.

"I wanted to catch you alone." You bit your bottom lip.

"Oh?" Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"I want to help you. I can see you're stressed and I thought, maybe I could help."

"How do you think you could help me?" You stood up, and you took his hand, guiding it under your skirt. Steve's eyes widened as his hand came into contact with your bare and very wet pussy. Your breathing deepend as his guided hand cupped you, and your tummy tensed in anticipation.

"I think you might be right." Steve smirked as he scanned your face, eyes hodded, lips parted and a little flush in the cheeks.

Beautiful.

"Stand wider. I want to feel you." He commanded, and you obeyed, no questions asked. As soon as your skirt was hiked up, Steve's fingers invaded your slippery hole, making you moan. He started fingering you, and those wet, squelching noises that he loved started coming from you. Plus combining with your pants and moans...music to his ears.

He knew he was bad. Sick, some would even call him. After all, he was MUCH older than you and in a position of power.

But it's not like you were that innocent either. Not when you flaunted your assests just to get a rise out of your boss. You definitely were not innocent when you grabbed his tie, pulling him into a supply closet at the Gala and giving him the best head he's ever had, while his wife was looking for him. And especially not when after just swallowing his cum, you talked to his wife, laighing with her as if you were good friends.

And it's not like he didn’t feel the guilt. His wife was the love of his life. They made a life together. A good life. He still loved her. Steve knew he would always love Peggy. He knows he will never love anyone else, but love and lust are not the same. Missionary sex once a month in the shared bed is not the same as the risky, almost violent, ball busting sex in all positions in all places at all times pf the day or night.

"Senator." You moaned, as you stopped holding back your need and your hips started gyrating against his hand. That. That right there, that was what sealed the deal for him. That was when he realized that while it was a regrettable mistake, he was going to make it again and again. And again.

"Are you gonna cum?" Steve's eyes darkened as he watched your pussy grinding against his hand and knuckles and how your juices oozed out, dripping down his forearms.

"Uh-huh" Your needy voice surprised you. You have never been this needy before.

"Come here." He demanded, his other hand grabbing your hips, steadying them and he blew on your hot pussy, making you throw your head back, screaming in pleasure. Steve smirked before delving next to his fingers, and he started lapping at your juices, savoring the taste like a starved man.

"More. Pleaseee, senator." You begged.

"Call me Steve." He smirked and he stopped everything he was doing, making you keen.

"Steve! Please, don't stop." You uncleanched your eyes, but he could see how much you wanted to roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Better. Now cum, sweetheart, let me taste you, properly."

It took only a few thrusts before you squirted all over his face. He held you in place, saving you from crumpling down on the floor as your knees shook. Steve kissed your pussy, smiling up at you as your breathing started getting back normal.

"Let me take care of you." You whispered as you straddled his hips, opening his trousers and pulling his painfully hard cock out before slowly sinking on him, your overly sensitive pussy, pulsating as it made room for his gritty cock.

"You feel amazing." Steve moaned as he felt your wet walls. You kissed him, pressing your body as close as you could, letting both of you feel the stretch. His hands traveled down to your ass, gripping it tight before he started thrusting up.

"Wait." You stopped him. "You just sit here, I'll do everything."

How could he refuse? How could he say no to you, really?

Sure enough, you got to work, grinding against his pelvis, thrusting your hips up and down, sending shivers and pulses down to your tiptoes. But Steve could not just sit still while you did all the work. He unbuttoned your blouse and pulled down your bra so your breasts spilled out. He realized all your cloths fit you now, as opposed to a few weeks ago.

"Before we started this, did you change your clothes every time before coming to see me?" He asked as he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"Yes." You moaned. "I wanted to give you a preview."

"You certainly don't leave anything to the imagination, you dirty whore." He smirked and slapped your tit. He thought back to that day when this began. You nervously entered his office, bringing him the files he asked for. Just before reaching him, you tripped, and all the papers fell on the floor. He was going to help you, but then he noticed how tight the skirt you were wearing was and how it stuck to your skin, providing a visible outline of your pussy. At that point, he had been trying so hard to resist the temptation, but having this clear of a view of your pussy, he snapped. He bent you over the desk that night.

"Fuck yes." You screamed as his hand went to your clit and pinched it.

"Come on, you said you wanted to take care of me. Do it." Steve taunted. "Try harder."

You started circling your clit, while grinding at his pelvis. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew you were close. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in between his fingers, while his mouth started sucking on the other.

"God, yes. Steve-I-" Your voice broke as you squirted again. You bucked your hips a couple of more times, before you climbed off of him and kneeled in front of his opened legs. His cock was just perfect, a little red, soaking from his precum and your juices and so thick. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of Senator's Rogers dick.

"Fuck." Steve let out as you took him down your throat. You were always eager to give a blowjob. You knew guys usually don't get good head and women in general don't like giving head. But you fucking loved it. There was so much power in this.

You took him whole, until your nose touched his hair base. Staying there, breathing through your nose, you stared at him.

"Fuck." He groaned as he looked at you.

Finally, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, the noises both of you were making were egging you on. One of your hands massaged his balls, while the other stroked his perineum, making the man above you shudder and thrust his hips further into your mouth. You smirked with your mouth full of cock. It really was a power move.

"C'mon, stop playing and make me come." Steve groaned in frustration, slapping you face and shoved your head down to the base of his cock, making you choke. You tapped his thigh and he let you go.

"Use my throat." You leaned back on your heels, opening your mouth, inviting him in. Steve stood up and pushed his cock down your throat again. His hands framed your head, and he started thrusting into you.

"God yes." Steve yelled in ecstasy. Your hands went to your pussy. One started playing with your clit while with the other you shoved three fingers in it.

"That's it, play with yourself." He shoved his cock faster and harder into your mouth. Like he was fucking your pussy and it made you so wet. It was the perfect sinful melody that filled the office. As you listened to him pant and groan, you knew he was close. His thrusts became erratic until finally he slammed your head down his cock and kept you there as he emptied his sack. You came at the same time, he shoved you down last time, squirting again.

As he let you go, you opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed every last drop.

Steve zipped up his pants while you sat in your own release, still panting. He brought you tissues to clean yourself up before helping you stand up and giving you a glass of water.

"Do you feel better?" You asked. Steve let out a chuckle.

"I feel much better. I think tomorrow's speech is going to go smoothly." He observed you. "Let me take you home. You shouldn't be driving this exhausted."

You nodded before taking his hand and letting him take you to his car. Steve let the driver know where to go, and he closed the door, waving you off, before returning back to his office and cleaning the mess you created.

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Thank you for reading 🙈

The GIF doesn't belong to me 💙

Yeah...so I have no words other than this is filthy 🙈 I'm not sorry though 🙈

[evansbby]

This is senator poyt!Steve 😭😭🫶🏼

[dadsinsuits]

Roger Wicker

[aunti-christ-ine]

10/14/2024

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jonathan Nicholson at HuffPost:

Donald Trump’s “guilty” verdict on 34 counts of falsifying business records in his hush money trial could make it harder for the Senate to get much work done in the next few months — at least, if a group of pro-Trump senators has their way. Eight Republican senators said Friday they would try to slow down the Senate’s business in response to the verdict. Unlike the House, the Senate runs its day-to-day business under small, temporary agreements between the majority Democrats and minority Republicans. It’s a system that can be undermined sometimes by even one obstinate senator.

“The White House has made a mockery of the rule of law and fundamentally altered our politics in un-American ways. As a Senate Republican conference we are unwilling to aid and abet this White House in its project to tear this country apart,” said the eight senators in a letter. Signatories included Sens. Mike Lee (R-Utah), J.D. Vance (R-Ohio), Tommy Tuberville (R-Ala.), Eric Schmitt (R-Mo.), Marsha Blackburn (R-Tenn.), Rick Scott (R-Fla.), Roger Marshall (R-Kan.) and Marco Rubio (R-Fla.). Specifically, the group promised three things: to not allow any increase in “non-security” funding or spending bills that fund “partisan lawfare”; to not vote for any of the White House’s political or judicial nominees; and to not allow faster consideration of Democratic legislative priorities “not directly relevant to the safety of the American people.”

“Those who turned our judicial system into a political cudgel must be held accountable,” Lee said in a social media post about the letter. “We are no longer cooperating with any Democrat legislative priorities or nominations, and we invite all concerned Senators to join our stand.”

8 felon-coddling Republican Senators signed a letter that they’ll muck up even more business in the Senate in protest of the guilty verdict handed down by a jury in the Trump business records falsification trial.

The 8 signatories are: Mike Lee, J.D. Vance, Tommy Tuberville, Eric Schmitt, Marsha Blackburn, Rick Scott, Roger Marshall, and Marco Rubio.

Surprisingly, Ted Cruz, Josh Hawley, and Tom Cotton didn’t sign on to it.

[lovemesomerafael]

The Adventures of Captain and Mr. America

Part 511

Who besides me is tired of winter and resents the fact that in Leap Year we have to endure an extra day of the ugliest month of all? Maybe you should just shut the drapes and read all the parts of The Adventures of Captain and Mr. America on AO3. There's over 500 of them now, so that should get you to spring.

[imaginedreamwrite]

#7 BOC Steve and reader

Soft glowing lights radiating in the bathroom had transcended the mood from the dinner you’d had before the skyline, to the crisp apple ale you sipped in clear champagne flutes, finally to the bathroom where you and Steve had spent time soaking together in the tub.

With your little one safely back at home with the nanny, one that Bucky had found himself highly interested in, it was a weekend away for you and the man in charge. It was a weekend seemingly free, where he could relax and spend time with his wife. It was planned for months, almost falling apart after a potential road bump had risen though it finally came together.

And with the plans to spend the weekend together, you and Steve were as self indulgent as ever. In each other. In your hotel. In your food. In your need for each other.

You were insatiable for the other, ravaging in the heat of desire and want. Friday had been spent rampantly being filled and toyed with on every surface, Saturday morning was a lazy day in bed, and Saturday night was dinner and drinks and a spa in the hotel room.

It was blissful, it was carrying from one languid event to the next. And the feeling followed you from bed to the bathroom, your phone in hand to check in on your little one and the nanny. The first few texts were standard and ordinary, with a little addition of a selfie of yourself in a face mask, seemingly completely ordinary. As you were sending the last text after the selfie was sent, you felt Steve come up behind you with an air of electrifying eroticism that made your belly flip.

His hands pulled the edge of your robe up over your hips, fingers tugging and twisting the hem of your panties as they were shifted away from you. His thumb brushed back and forth over your hips, his mouth trailing up and down the column of your neck as he conveyed his whispered desire.

Your head looked back, eyes fluttering closed when his teeth grazed against your neck. Your legs had become parted, his hand slipping between your thighs in order for his fingertips to move against your puffy pussy lips.

His name fell from your mouth as an airy sigh, your phone slowly pulled from your hand and set down against the counter. You shuddered pleasantly as he groaned into your ear, his husky voice delivering a promise to you.

“By the time we leave the weekend, you’re going to be dripping my seed.” Steve’s fingers plunged into your cunt, his name squealed as you rocked your hood against his thrusts. “You wanna give me another baby?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, resting against his firm chest, “yes, Mr. President.”

[howdoyousleep3]

Blessed to imagine the senator bend bucky over his desk after a long day

Daddy needs some relief and bucky’s got just the thing

Ugh, such a good thought. The Intern loves nothing more than for his Daddy to find solace in his body and to be used.

But...I see you and raise you the thought of Bucky needing this relief more than the Senator.

Like, imagine the Intern having the shittiest week and turning into the most desperate of boys by the time Friday afternoon rolls around. His head is a mess, he can't focus, can't get tasks complete at his usual pace, he forgot to eat lunch. Senator Rogers has been gone all day, meetings and interviews and committee hearings, whatever. And when he walks back into his office, just a few scattered interns dilly-dallying around until it's time to leave...

Bucky knows exactly what will make his long day all worth it.

And Steve knows it too as soon as he lays eyes on his favorite intern.

"Why don't you all head home early? My treat..."

No one notices Barnes stay behind, the way he doesn't bother to pick up his belongings and head for the door just as everyone else does. No one notices the way he turns to lock said door once everyone has filtered out.

And once everyone's gone? Once Bucky can drop the act of staying strong and put together? Now that Daddy's here? 😮‍💨

He'd be pawing at the Senator's clothes, whining as he sucks on his neck, not a care in the world except for dickdickdick. And Steve would let him, would stand there and barely embrace Bucky, amusement written all over his face, in his smile and in his deep and dramatic sigh.

"What do you need, baby?"

"As if it isn't obvious," Bucky would hiss, and Steve wouldn't have it in himself to reprimand his intern; he adores this loud and needy side of him. He'd be almost delicate with Bucky as he grabs for him, as he turns and pushes Bucky over the top of his desk, cooing and shushing him.

Steve touches Bucky and talks to him as if he knows the exact treatment Bucky needs, as if Bucky is being handled and maintained, as if he's some kind of pitiful creature that Steve needs to tend to.

And it sends Bucky spiraling.

After the week he's had, after having to thinkthinkthink, after having to perform, after having to remain on top of his lists and work and school work, he doesn't care how disgusting he sounds when he begs for Steve's cock. Doesn't care how feverish his body feels as he cries for Steve to "put it inside me, god please put it inside me".

Steve asks him if he's in heat.

Maybe.

Bucky doesn't care what's happening to him; Steve balls-deep inside of him is the exact thing he needed to feel better after the week he's had.

As is the orgasm Steve makes him have without a single hand on his dick.

As is the one Steve forces Bucky to milk and work out of him while still face-down and covered in his own cum on top of the Senator's desk.

Exactly what he needed.

[itsbansheebitch]

Mr. Rodgers literally saved PBS's ass in 1969. Bro is a fucking legend

[usa-news36]

Pete Hegseth vows a ‘warrior culture’ if confirmed as Trump’s defense secretary, confronting critics

[corruptionchronicle]