#officer!steve rogers

[runa-falls]

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summary: Officer Rogers pulls you over for speeding

pairing: police officer!steve rogers x reader

(side ransom drysdale x reader)

rating: explicit 18+ (broh i stg if you’re under 18 imma block u -.-)

warnings: SMUT, PIV sex with clothes on, public sex, misuse of power? (idk wtf), creampie (big emphasis on this), dirty talk, poly relatioship lowkey, second degree cuckhold lmao

word count: 2.3k

A/N: had this idea when I was going to meet a fwb only to be outrageously disappointed by the outcome (the fwb meet up not the fic lmaoo). needless to say, I needed this fic. also i absolutely did not read what I wrote cuz im crazy like that. thank you. amen.

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Wind rushes in from either side of your car, the sound almost deafening against the pounding music booming through your speakers. Your foot pushes down on the gas, unaware–and frankly, uncaring–of the speed you’re driving, just wanting to get to your destination as soon as possible.

You got a text that your best friend-with-benefits just got home from a business trip and wants a welcome home gift. You hadn’t seen him for a couple of weeks, so you were understandably excited to oblige to his requests.

It’s an unusually cool night, so the dark streets, lit only by sparsely placed overhead lights, are graced with thick clouds of fog making it hard to see far ahead of yourself.

As you zoomed past an empty intersection, you hear the heart-stopping noise of a siren followed by the dull bloom of flashing blue and red lighting up the interior of your car through the back window. Fuck, you look down at your speedometer, wait, you’re only sixty-five in a fifty-five zone. Why are they stopping you?

You carefully veer off the road and stop in front of a forest of trees, making haste to yank out your license from your wallet. This certainly isn’t how you expected tonight to go.

If there’s one thing you hate, it’s confrontations with police. Even when you haven’t done anything wrong, they scare the fuck out of you.

The officer slowly parked behind you and took his sweet time pulling himself out of his car. Based on the way he swaggered over to your window, thumb hanging from his equipment buckle, he was cocky and knew who held the power in their situation.

You wait in your seat patiently, trying to keep your body from shaking in anticipation. The tiny pink skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, making your nervous hands pinch and pull them down, stretching out the fabric. You weren’t expecting to have to interact with anyone except Ransom tonight, least of all a police officer.

Your knee bounces when he knocks on the side of the door, announcing his arrival. You look up and have to crane your neck to meet the officer’s deep steel eyes. He gazed back down at your trembling figure, tongue sticking out to wet his lips.

“Good evening, ma’am, license and registration, please.”

“Here, sir.” You keep your voice short and sweet, hoping to get through this without a scratch. You hand him your card and paper, watching as he takes a good while looking over them. You see the name ‘Rogers’ etched onto a metal button placed on top of a navy blue pocket. He stops his scanning and looks up at you with an unsatisfied look on his face.

“Do you realize how fast you were driving tonight?” His head is tilted to the side as he asks the question. He looks down at you with an air of condescension, eyes taking note of your outfit. “Have something important to get to?”

“Just visiting a friend, sir.” You squeak out a response, feeling the weight of his stare. His eyebrow raises at your answer.

“Hm…I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.” Your eyes widen, hands shaking as you unbuckle yourself from the seat. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you slowly step out of the car. Officer Rogers casually holds the door open with an arm, barely giving you any room to stand up in front of him.

“Um…what seems to be the pr-” Before you knew what was happening, he forcibly turns you around and pushes the front of your body to the dewy coolness of your car. A gasp is pushed out of you from the aggression of his actions.

You squeak out a whine as your arms are pulled behind you and held by his hand wrapped around both wrists. He tsks at your pathetic sounds of pain.

“You don’t ask the questions here, sweetheart.” You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he speaks roughly into your skin. “Had a rough day and you’re gonna help me feel better. How does that sound, princess?” You give him a stuttered nod, barely able to move your body from the way he pushes into you.

His rough hand glides down your back, tracing each ridge of your spine before squeezing your ass through the thin cloth of your skirts. His close proximity against you fills your mind with his cologne and a faint taste of cigarettes. “You going to see your little boyfriend in this get-up?”

“He’s not my boyfriend-”

“Ah…so you spread your legs for all your friends?” Your eyebrows furrow at his degrading words. You push back against his body, trying to escape his hold but he doesn’t even flinch at your actions. He teases the end of your skirt then changes his mind and pushes both of your wrists to either side of your head against the window. Your breath fogs up the glass, blurring the only reflection of him you could see.

“I mean, you’re letting me do all this to you. Must really be a cock hungry slut, huh?” He leans his hips against you and pushes your legs apart using a booted foot, letting you feel his hardness against your soft body. You melt against him and he becomes the only thing holding you up.

“What would he think if you showed up with a full pussy, limping all the way to his doorstep?” He cooed into your sweat-stuck neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin until he sees purple.

Your back is forced to arch away from him, shoving your hips into his. He flips over the back of your skirt and admires the ruined white panties that barely cover your skin. You’d look so innocent if you weren’t panting for him. He gives you a small pinch, watching as your body jumps at the feeling.

You feel two warm fingers press against your cunt and slide up to your clit. The cloth moistens from your leaking slick and you feel Officer Roger’s hum vibrate against you at the feeling. “I’d love to continue this but I need your hot cunt around me.” You hear the sound of ruffling fabric and the jingling of metal cuffs behind you.

Hot skin presses against your thighs and he prods at your clothes center insistently. Your hair is swept to your shoulder to expose your neck more openly for him. You feel him tug your panties down and let them hang right over your knees, just enough to situate himself at your entrance.

“Baby is so creamy for me…” You let out wordless sounds, desperate to get filled as he uses his head to spread your essence and watches it drip down your leg.

You feel the indescribable pressure of him stretching you open. He pushes in slowly, forcing you to feel every ridge and vein as he goes. Your chest breathes out a moan as you push back against him, frustrated by the slowness of his pace, just wanting him deeper inside of you.

He snaps his hips in quick spurts in response to your greedy behavior, not stopping even as your breaths turn into sharp gasps. “Not very patient are we?” He pushes your face into the window, smashing your flushed cheek against the cooled glass. You hear the squelching of your wetness magnified with the sound of bare skin slapping against each other. It makes you delirious.

Your grip on the car starts to slip as your palms sweat from the intensity of his ministrations. The ghostly streaks run down the glass and disappear as quickly as they arrive

He spots your falling form and lets your wrists go to turn you around to face him. His hands raise to the sides of your face and he pulls you in for a kiss and you almost fall from the intensity of it. His tongue caresses yours, drinking you in as your body squirms against his. You promptly kick off your panties before you’re picked up by the hips and forced to wrap your legs around him for support.

Your back is slammed back onto the metal behind you, and a population of goosebumps explodes from the sudden temperature change against your bare skin. He quickly returns himself into your warmth, holding you up like you weigh nothing.

His rhythmic grunts catch every time he bottoms out into you, stabbing your spot over and over again. His ruthless focus on hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you provokes hot tears down your face.

Rogers watches the stream of dark mascara travel down your chin and into the deep cleavage of your hidden black lace push-up. He loves it when you cry. You lean your head back, taking in the dark starry sky and letting out broken moans.

“You gonna let me fill you up, honey?” You look up at him with glassy eyes, nodding frantically. Your arms hold on to him tighter as his pace speeds up, grabbing you to trust yourself back onto him. As your bodies are pushed closer together, your clit slides against him and you see white at the combined pleasure. You clench around him, so close to your release that you can barely decipher where you are.

He grunts against the feeling of your tightness, struggling to continue his actions. You feel him stutter and throb inside of you. “Fuck princess, you’re so tight for me.” Your chest rises rapidly as white pleasure takes over each of your limbs and blanks out your mind. Your warmth flutters around him and he lurches forward at the feeling, strokes becoming slow yet firm.

You feel his hot cum gush inside of you before you heard his strangled groan. He fills you to the brim, producing a handful of small thrusts until he’s forced to lean his weight against you.

You hear his hum as he pulls out of you, setting you down to stand with your back to the car. Your legs are shaky as they recalibrate to support your weight again. You watch as he swiftly pulls up his pants and relatches his belt of assorted tools onto his figure. He spots your white underwear on the floor and crouches down to scoop them up.

“You won’t need these tonight.” He shoves them in his front right pocket and gives you a smug look, admiring your disheveled form. Your cheeks are flushed and stained from your pleasure-filled tears. You bite your lip waiting for his next move.

“Thanks for the help, baby. You just made my day a whole lot better…You can get back into the car now” He didn’t make a motion to move out of the way, so you scooted yourself around him, and got back in, still in a daze from what just happened.

You squeeze your knees closed, hoping you wouldn’t leave a stain on the car seat. Officer Rogers closes the door for you and uses his arm to lean against it.

“Be a good girl and don’t speed on the way, okay, honey?”

“Yes, sir.” You beam a smile at him and start your car. He pats the car before turning to walk back to his, still sporting the arrogant walk he came up to you with.

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You pull up to Ransom’s ridiculously windowed house, quickly taking a look at your appearance in the car mirror. You were taken aback at the makeup running down your face and the fluffy state of your hair. Your fingers run through your hair and wipe under your eyes. That would have to do for now, you’re already late.

You see him as soon as you open the car door, waiting in front of the house. A lit cigarette burns in his sweater-clad hand as he sends you an irritated look, obviously waiting for your arrival longer than he’d like to. You send him a sheepish smile, walking with your legs slightly closer together than usual to keep everything inside of you.

“And where have you been?” He takes a puff from the cigarette and lets it blow out of his nose as his eyebrow raises in question.

“I got pulled over on the way here…” You mumble out, knowing he doesn’t really care for the answer.

“Oh yeah?” He flicks the cigarette to the ground and it lands right next to your shoe. You put it out for him as he wanders closer to you, taking in your puffy pink lips. “He punish you again?” You give him a small guilty nod.

He walks inside the house, expecting you to follow him. You see him settled on one of his crazy expensive armchairs. He beckons you closer with a finger and pats his lap. He always knows how to make you feel like one of his little pets. Small and insignificant.

You follow his wordless instructions, draping your body over his legs to let him have a good view up your skirt. He sighs as he places his hands on you, missing the softness of your body.

“Let’s see the damage he left this time…” He drags a warm hand up your thigh and reveals the present that Steve left for him. You were a mess down there, your reddened cheeks contrast nicely with the splattered white cum in and around your cunt. “What was it this time? A broken tail light, loud music?” You softly shake your head.

“Speeding.” He hums in acknowledgment, spreading your combined slick around and pushing back inside of you. You can’t help but moan at the rough way he handles you.

“He always pulls this shit when he knows I’m back. Can’t let me have you to myself.” Ransom grumbles in frustration, eyes not leaving your weeping pussy. “Think you can go again anyway, baby?” A grin pulls at your lips and you nod with newfound energy.

“Yes sir, anything for you.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale #officer!steve rogers #police!steve rogers #captain america x reader #captain america #captain america x you #captain america smut #chris evans smut

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Steve: We’re just going to take it slow. Bucky and I don’t want to rush into anything.

Also Steve, pulling out a ring to show to Tony and Natasha: Got it a week after we started dating.

#source: the office #steve rogers #steve rogers incorrect quotes #captain america #bucky barnes #stucky #tony stark #natasha romanoff #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

[episteme-agape]

Popping back on Tumblr for a hot sec because no one irl that I know can appreciate this but...

MY PROF WORKS FOR MARVEL AS A CONSULTANT FOR ALL THEIR SCIENCE-Y SERUMS!!

She literally told us that she helped to develop what the super soldier serum would be if it actually existed and how it would impact a literal human being to make it more realistic. She also said she developed other things for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other Marvel works??? But didn't go into detail about all that stuff. I am just LOSING my mind!!

She's going to San Diego Comic Con, Dragon Con, and a few other big cons this year (and goes to them a lot) as a Marvel affiliate scientist and speaks at panels on the works she's done for them

And she just causally dropped this in class and now I am losing my mind

#marvel #super soldier serum #agents of shield #mcu #marvel mcu #I have been gone for forever from tumblr #partially because of her class cause its a ton of work #but none of my friends irl really appreciate fandom #and so here this goes #science #because i can not believe #that my #professor #just causally #consults with marvel #like literally insane #steve rogers #captain america #the science behind marvel I guess #i am definitely going to go to her office hours and ask more questions

[itsagentromanoff]

Tony: Steve's been looking at me kind of a lot all week. I would be creeped out by it, but it's nothing compared to the way Barnes looks at me.

[Bucky in the background watching Tony]

#original: the office #robert downey jr #chris evans #sebastian stan #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stuckony #stony #winteriron #tony x steve #tony x bucky #the avengers #non avengers quotes #quoting the avengers

[welldonebeca]

about offices and feelings (3)

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader WC: 3.5k words Warning: Smut. Dirty talking. D/s dynamics. Unprotected sex. Body worship.

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There was almost a little angel and a little devil on each of Steve's shoulders as he followed you with his car.

His mother had raised him so much better than that. She would have smacked you right over the head if she even heard that he was going to have premarital sex with a woman who wasn't even his girlfriend yet, what kind of catholic was he supposed to be?!

On the other hand - and shoulder - Bucky would kill him if he found out he even thought of walking away from this chance, especially after he heard him speaking of you the way he did since you two had met.

And Steve really, really wanted you.

He could take you on a date tomorrow. If you let him stay over, he could get up early and make you two some nice breakfast, and then take you out to lunch.

There, now he had solved the "not dating" problem.

Did he have condoms?

Fuck, he didn't have condoms.

To be fair, he didn't even have reasons to carry around condoms.

Maybe you had them?

But fuck, the idea of fucking you raw and stuffing you with his seed...

It would be so irresponsible and he couldn't ever suggest it to you. What kind of man would do that?

He followed you into your building, parking right behind your car, and you looked way calmer than him when you met in the garage.

"I want to take you to lunch," he told you the moment you even looked at him. "Tomorrow."

You stopped, a bit surprised.

"Okay," you agreed. "Tomorrow?"

"Or dinner," he added. "Maybe both, and the two days in a row. I don't mind."

You smiled, surprised, almost laughing.

"I'd go anywhere with you."

Steve chuckled, relaxing.

"Lead the way," he asked you.

You took his hand, guiding him to the stairs, and he couldn't help the laugh that left his lips as you climbed up.

"No chance of another elevator breaking with us inside today," he joked.

You laughed with him.

"I don't think I'll ever get into an elevator without fearing it'll break again," you confessed, leaving his hand and digging for something in your bag.  "Can I have your licence?"

He frowned, a bit confused, but grabbed his wallet and took it, offering it to you.

When you two stopped at the top, you took a picture and gave it back to him, typing something on your phone.

"If I end up dead or hurt, you got two lawyers and a very good tech dude who know where you work and your full name," you told him playfully. "Hope you don't mind."

He put it back in his wallet and pocket.

"Whatever keeps you alive," Steve shrugged.

You put your phone back and finally took your keys, and he stood quietly as you unlocked the door, waiting for an invitation to come in.

Your place wasn't big. He could see a small corridor, a kitchen that shared its space with the living room without making it too small, and two doors that he supposed were your bedroom and your bathroom. It was cozy, and it did have some personality.

He could see a few paintings hanging around and surrounded with pictures of you with other people, on occasions that seemed very important to you.

And he would love to ask you about them, the story behind them and who those people were, but he was there for a reason.

"Do you want to eat or drink anything?" you offered. "I have fruit snacks, tea, some actually really nice little-"

"You," he turned around quickly.

You looked at him, wide eyes and confused, and at least five inches shorter.

"I want to eat you," he decided simply.

You grinned loudly, and you simply dropped your shirt down.

Steve took one big step and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and kissing your lips, and this time it wasn't calm or sweet. Instead, Steve kissed you hungrily, the way he'd been wanting to do it for a long, long time.

He moved his hand to your hips, holding you and sighing into your lips at the soft feeling of your flesh in your hands.

Fuck, he wanted to kiss you all over, bite and worship your whole body.

He angled himself, and you pulled back from his lips.

"You don't have-" you tried to protest.

Steve didn't let you completely, and picked you right up.

He wished he could burn the way you gasped and held onto him right in his brain so that every time he did it he could remember how cute it sounded.

"Steve!" you squeezed his shoulders.

"The day I can't carry my woman to bed will be the day I know I'm not doing things right in the gym," he said simply.

And it wasn't even a struggle. Carrying you was way nicer than the weights he had to place around in the gym.

You let out a little giggle, hiding your face in his neck and clenching his middle with your delicious thighs, and he didn't even realise his slip-up - and maybe you hadn't either.

He walked the two of you over to your bedroom, holding you with a single hand on your back to open the door, and moved his lips receptively when you went back into kissing him, fingers reaching up to tangle themselves into his hair.

Steve sat down with you right over him, not even embarrassed by how hard his cock was already, using his hands to pull your clothes and push your skirt up at the same time, although frustrated when instead of finding your soft thighs under it, he was met with more fabric.

"Off," he mumbled, trying to tug on it, and you giggled into his lips.

He didn't want to let you go but did, and you stood up, adjusting your shirt as he watched you.

"Off," you parroted, moving your hand back and unzipping it.

Steve watched rather hungrily as it fell around your legs, he could see that you were wearing some kind of shorts underneath, which kept your undershirt tucked, and he waited patiently as you pushed it down, finally revealing your thighs, and they were jsut as beautiful as every bit of skin he had seen of you.

Impatience filled him as he watched you go, and he stood up on his feet, taking off his shirt and undershirt already, and when he got to look at you again, he stopped.

There you stood in front of him, in bra and panties.

They didn't quite match, the bra just looked very basic - black, fitting, with thick straps - and the panties were blue with flowers.

"Not that sexy," you giggled, looking a bit nervous. "I wasn't expecting anyone to see it."

Somehow, that made him even hornier.

Steve pushed his pants down without much patience, stepping out of them and pulling you again.

"You're so beautiful," he exhaled as you spread your thighs around him, caressing your warm skin from your knees to the roundness of your hips, and you gasped a little when his hand traced the line of your panties over your belly. "Wanna know what made me mad today?"

You shook your head, and he sought your lips again, kissing you as he moved down and down and down, until he found the gusset.

They were so modest, so professional, just like you. He wanted to make them drenched and messy.

He bit your lower lips when you gasped, and smirked as he looked for your clit.

"Steve" you panted, rubbing your nose over his.

Oh, you were all breathless already.

So pretty.

"That tight little skirt," he told you. "Could see lower your belly on it, all pretty... wanted to touch it, kiss it."

You closed your eyes, and he pushed his fingers a little, finding your entrance and circling it.

"I just wanted to spread you on the table and bite it," he hissed. "Almost couldn't concentrate on the meeting, could barely stop looking at you."

You whined in response, moving your hips, and he moved up to your clit, rubbing it in circles.

"Didn't know you even looked at me like that," you fell into his neck.

He chuckled, moving back, giving your lower lip a little lick.

"Would you let me, little miss?" he teased you. "Bite and kiss that belly that has been tempting me for days?"

The way you looked at him... oh, he wanted to take a picture to hang it.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I would."

Steve smiled, lifting you up and putting you on the bed.

He took one long look at your body ont he bed. Your big tits, the rolls of your belly, the thickness of your thighs.

Steve wished he could touch everything at once, kiss everything at once, bite everything at once. He could spend hours and hours worshipping even inch of delicious soft skin, exposed just for him.

But if he had his way, then he would have time.

You moved to the centre of the bed and he knelt in front of you, kissing your lips again before moving down. He kissed and bit and suck on your neck and jaw, moving his nose over your breasts, promising himself he would come back to them soon.

At last, he reached your belly, and was happy to move his hands to it, caressing your sides as he moved down and down, kissing the soft flesh.

Oh, he loved the idea of painting it with his cum, marking you. It would be beautiful.

Steve followed his objective, settling between your legs and slowly, very teasingly, pulling your panties down to the curve of your hips, uncovering your belly.

He kissed along the line it made on your skin, very carefully, so he was sure it wouldn't hurt you, still slow to try and pace himself, to savour everything.

Slowly, he ran his teeth over your skin, earning a little whimper, and ran his knuckle over the gusset of your panties, playing with you.

"Please," you pleaded breathlessly. "Steve. You said you were going to bite."

He laughed a little, lips still on your skin.

"Impatient much?" he teased you.

But you pouted.

"You said you'd been thinking about it the whole day," you retorted. "And now you got me thinking about it."

He laughed a little, and moved his lips down, down and down, and bit you right down your belly button, earning a gasp.

"Like this?" he hummed, moving his hands to hook his finger on the side of your panties, pulling just enough to ease a finger into your cunt.

He kissed along the line it made on your skin, very carefully so he was sure it wouldn't hurt you, still slow to try and pace himself, to savour everything.

Slowly, he ran his teeth over your skin, earning a little whimper, and ran his knuckle over the gusset of your panties, playing with you.

"Please," you pleaded breathlessly. "Steve. You said you were going to bite."

He laughed a little, lips still on your skin.

"Impatient much?" he teased you.

But you pouted.

"You said you'd been thinking about it the whole day," you retorted. "And now you got me thinking about it."

He laughed a little, and moved his lips down, down and down, and bit you right down your belly button, earning a gasp.

"Like this?" he hummed, moving his hands to hook his finger on the side of your panties, pulling just enough to ease a finger into your cunt.

And you were drenched.

Steve moaned into your skin as he bit you again, enjoying the feeling against his teeth, the softness and plushiness.

Yes. That, that was what he needed.

You moaned in a long exhale when he started fucking you with his finger, kissing, biting and sucking you. He wanted to mark, for you to remember him every time you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your walls squeezed around his finger when he caressed a special spot, and Steve looked up at your face, finding your lips parted and your eyes closed.

God, what a beauty.

He pushed a second finger as he left suck-and-bite love marks on your skin, licking whichever stretch mark he found from start to fish, every little skin mark, every little patch.

"Steve," you pleaded, sounding needy. "Please."

Steve kissed your skin gently.

"What do you need?"

You shuddered.

"Inside me," you spread your legs. "Want you to fill me up."

His cock throbbed as he pulled away, taking his finger from inside you, and sucked onto it happily before taking your panties and pulling them down your legs, moving away from the bed to take off what was left of his clothes - including his socks.

You sat up to watch him, taking off your bra, and Steve had the pleasure of seeing you licking your lips as the sight of him.

Oh, but he would fuck that smirk right off that beautiful face of yours.

He climbed back to the bed, kissing your lips briefly and moving right to your tits, his hands aching to squeeze them and see how much spilling from his hands there would be.

His thumbs caressed your nipples, finding them already hard and pointy, your tits spilling from the grip of his fingers as you whined adorably.

"Steve," you pushed your fingers into his hair. "Need you."

He spread your legs, taking his cock in his hand and stroking himself before setting himself in place, rubbing the head up and down your pussy, letting your wetness coat him.

The moment he pushed into you, both of you moaned.

Fuck, yes.

"Gonna take all of my cock, won't you, pretty miss?" he grunted. "All of that big cock in your wet cunt."

"Yes," you moaned, tossing your head back. "Give it to me, Steve. Want it all."

He reached up, pinching your nipple and twisting it, earning another beautiful sound from you.

He didn't know if he would be able to ever look at you and not think of those beautiful little sounds, little moans and mewls as he pushed into you, patience and nice, and you cunt swallowed him down.

Steve pulled back a little bit, careful, and pushed in again, fucking you slowly.

You were having none of it, though.

"Harder," you pleaded. "Steve!"

But he clicked his tongue.

"I don't want to hurt you," he insisted.

Still, you raised your legs, trying to wrap them around his waist, and he held them down firmly.

"No, little miss," he scowled, taking his sweet time. "You're gonna be good and take what you're given."

You whimpered beautifully, squeezing his cock a little more and he raised his eyebrows.

"Do you like it, little miss," he moved a little more, fucking you slowly. "When I'm all bossy with you?"

You nodded, covering your face a little bit, and he pulled your hands away.

"Don't ever be ashamed of how I make you feel," he whispered. "I want to hear everything."

You nodded, looking all soft on the face, and Steve pushed the last inch of his cock right into you, burying himself in your dripping cunt.

"Steve," you moaned.

"Feels good?" he panted, caressing the way down your belly before moving to your cunt, searching for your clit and finding it stiff.

He gave it a circular rub, testing to see how you liked it, and you let out the hottest of sounds, gasping, cunt squeezing around his cock deliciously.

"Yes," you cried. "Feel good, please. Please, Steve."

So, so impatient.

Steve clicked his tongue, fucking you ever so patiently, controlling himself as he rubbed you, focusing on your pleasure.

He wanted you to cum on his cock, wanted to watch you cry and feel you cream.

"What kind of gentleman do you think I am, little miss?" he teased you. "To just use you without making sure I've given you pleasure?"

Fuck, you felt so good. Warm and wet and slicky, welcoming him so nicely.

"What kind of good man would I be if I didn't make you cum before I even thought of myself?" he asked.

You moaned more, arching your hips as his finger picked up the pace on your clit.

"Yes," you panted. "Gonna cum, Steve, just like that."

He continued with his pace, hand on your hip and fingers on your swollen bud, his eyes trained on your tits for a moment. Fuck, he could make them bounce so beautifully.

But he moved his eyes up, focusing on your face.

"Look at me," Steve whispered. "Wanna see you cum for me, wanna see your eyes."

You opened them, giving him the sultriest look he'd ever seen, the sexiest expression on your face. Your sounds filled the room as you came and he had to hold himself back for a moment, your spasms on his sensitive cock, the sight of you and the sounds from you making him feel nearly inebriated.

You were still coming down when he finally, fucking finally, let himself move faster.

He slammed his hips against yours, and you fucking loved it.

So he did again, grunting as your tits bounced, as your moans came out in little staccato breaths, your cunt never ceasing to milk him.

With each moan of his, you seemed to adore everything, and he was glad to oblige.

"Yes," you tossed your head back when he rutted into you, hipbone brushing your clit each time he slammed into you, and he didn't know if he would rather drag your pleasure and make you mad and needy or overflow you with it. "Steve."

He leaned down, sucking on your nipple, groping your breasts, squeezing and playing with them eagerly.

You crossed your legs behind his back like you'd tried to do before, and Steve focused even more on your pleasure when your sounds grew.

"You're going to cum again, baby?" he pulled on your nipples, playing with both with his hands. "Hm? Gonna cum on my cock?"

"Yes," you cried. "Yes, Steve."

Your cunt fluttered deliciously around him, closer and closer, wetter and wetter.

"You want me to rub your clit?" he offered. "Play with you, hm?"

But your shook your head.

"Your... hip-" you moaned. "Fuck, just don't stop, don't stop, please, please, please-"

He didn't. Steve fucked you, trying to keep doing exactly what he had been doing before, and watched with pleasure as you came, feeling himself too close.

And just then, it dawned on him that he hadn't put on a condom, that you two hadn't even talked about it.

"Fuck," he grunted, raising himself.

But your cunt was so good, so slick, so delicious.

He was just going to fuck you a little more, just a bit more, he could hold it, he could-

Steve pulled himself from inside you quickly, taking his hand to his slick-covered cock for what felt like a second before he came, his cum coming out in quick spurts painting your beautiful torso over his teeth marks, pearly white against flushed skin.

You panted as you watched him, looking down at your body and where he had painted you, and Steve outrightly whimpered when you ran a finger over some of his cum and straight up tasted it before sitting up and kissing him hungrily.

Slowly, it became softer, sweeter, and Steve manoeuvred the two of you, laying down on your bed.

"I guess we should have talked about that part before we fucked," you chuckled, looking at his face.

Steve smiled, moving his hand to your face, pushing your hair back.

"I'm sorry," he told you. "I should have stopped, and we should have talked about it."

You gave him a cheeky look.

"I didn't hate it, though," you told him. "I mean, I have recent tests. I always want to make sure. And I have an IUD, so if you wanted to cum inside..."

He tossed his head back. Fuck, if he was a few years younger, he would certainly give you that later tonight.

"First we rest," he told you anyway, taking your hand. "We have an awful long night."

That made you chuckle.

"We did," you agreed. "And I distinctly remember being offered a lunch and a dinner date."

Steve's heart leapt a beat. So you still wanted him.

You played with his fingers a little bit.

"As long as you don't make me ear liver," you added emphatically. "I think I want to cash on one of those dinners tonight."

He grinned.

"We can share a relaxing shower," he offered you. "And I'll make you something great with whatever you have in your fridge."

You looked at him, smiling beautifully.

"I like that," you decided, and lowered your eyes a bit, looking suddenly shy. "And you can... you know. Spend the night. If you want to."

"I do," he said quickly. "Very much so."

You seemed to relax, smile still as beautiful and sweet.

"Okay," you whispered. "That is very nice."

…

“about offices and feelings” was posted on my Patreon in June. To have early access to my works, subscribe to my page! It’s just $2 a month, and I post 6x a week.

If you liked "this "about offices and feelings", you might enjoy IT'S A BAD IDEA, RIGHT? Summary: The worst idea a waitress in Mama Stefka can have is to fall in love with a man in Hydra. They aren’t supposed to even talk! It doesn’t stop Betty, though. BRATTY BABY Summary: When you act out, Steve and Bucky teach you, their bratty baby, a lesson.   (It’s just porn. There is barely a plot holding this together.)

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[holylulusworld]

The assistant (2) - Office

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy

Warnings: angst, language, Steve is an ass or oblivious (we will see), low self-esteem, plussized/chubby reader, reader doesn’t take shit from Steve any longer

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<< Part 1

“Morning Y/N,” Tony huffs as he makes his way toward his office. He was awake all night to work on another armor. “How was your weekend?”

“Short,” you give the cocky billionaire a cracked smile. You spent your weekend thinking about everything happening last week. Maybe your boss was busy and oblivious to the pain he caused. You’re sure, he will make things up to you one way or another.

He cracks his neck. “I wish coffee and breakfast would wait for me at my office,” he longingly looks at the coffee and breakfast you bought for Steve on your way to the tower.

“I got more than enough. If you want a bagel.”

“I’ll kill for a bagel, darling,” you chuckle at Tony’s eagerness. “Please have mercy, sweet Y/N.”

“I’ve got you, Mr. Stark,” he cocks his head as you hand him the coffee and the paper bag with your bagels. I think Mr. Rogers is capable of getting breakfast on his own. You look like you need the energy more than him.”

“Thank f-“ Tony grins from ear to ear. “One day, I’ll build you an armored suit, Y/N.”

He gives you a wink before hurriedly walking toward his office.

“Y/N,” Steve enters your office without knocking. You don’t look up at first. You’re busy writing his latest report and he clears his throat to get your attention. “Y/N…”

“Morning, Captain. I’m almost finished with your report,” you finally look up to watch him wring his hands. “What can I do for you?” You frown as he nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Is something wrong?”

“I-you need to switch places with Sandy,” he says and your blood runs cold. “You see…Pepper doesn’t like the way Tony looks at his assistant. She asked for a replacement. I told her you’ll make a good…replacement.”

“Replacement? Why?” you slowly get up from your swivel chair. “Because this office is well organized and I’m the best assistant you can think of? Or is it the fact that you never have to get your clothes, food, or anything else done by yourself? What is it?”

“Tony won’t have an affair with you,” Steve gasps at his words. “No…that’s not what I wanted to say.”

“Of course not,” you sarcastically say. “But that’s what you thought, right? Miss Potts wanted an ugly duckling; a woman Tony Stark won’t look at twice. That’s all I am to you. Someone to walk all over and give a shit about. You even forgot to order food for me.”

You kick the wastebasket. “It’s not like that. I-I want Tony and Pepper to get happy. Sandy offered to become my assistant and that you could…”

“Take over the mess at Mr. Stark’s office? Thanks, but no thanks. Only as you want to dunk your dick into her pussy after she almost spread her legs for you in front of everyone I won’t give up my office. This is my place!

“Sandy is not like that,” he protests. “She’s nice and tries to help…and this is not negotiable.” Steve’s words are final.

“Even Captain America fell for her. You’re thinking with your dick thanks to her,” you sneer. “Cause that’s all she’s capable of. Sandy wraps horny idiots around her fingers. Fine. Make her your assistant. I quit!!”

You turn around to and open a program you developed some years ago on your laptop. “What? Tony still needs an assistant and…”

“No!” you snap your head toward Steve. “Don’t act like you are doing this for Mr. Stark. He’s a grown man and didn’t even look at Sandy twice. She lied to get her hands on my well-organized office and you. Well, have her…”

You enter your password, smirking as you press enter. “But she won’t get my system or my files…”

“What are you doing?” Steve rounds your desk to watch your program delete all the reports, files, his calendar…everything you worked on over the last months. “You can’t do this.”

“Oh, this is my software and my files. You still got the reports you handed to me,” you smirk darkly. “I mean the paper scraps you throw at me all the time. Do you think your perfect reports and files appeared magically out of nowhere?”

While Steve sits on your swivel chair, typing on the keyboard to save whatever he can, you grab an empty box from one of the shelves. “You didn’t have to do this. Tony would be a good boss.”

“He’ll make an excellent boss but,” you grab the picture frames on your desk, “I’m not a chair you can kick out when it starts to creak. I’m a person who loves her job and this office. I worked hard to get here. You have no right to take away my job and my office only as you want to fuck that bitch.”

“Doll, you should watch your tone,” Steve looks up from the monitor. “This is insubordination.”

“No, it’s not,” you huff. “I quit minutes ago. I don’t have to pretend any longer that you didn’t act like a dick lately.”

“I—”

You carefully put your plants and all of your knick-knacks into the box while Steve silently watches you.

“Save it, Captain. You’re not the man I believed you are. I always thought that a man like you, the skinny and weak guy from back then, knows how it feels to look different and what this means…” you sniff. “You don’t remember because all of these muscles and good looks made you forget about the simple boy from back then.”

You grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and pick the box up. “Wait…maybe I was a little too…I’m sorry, doll...”

“Fuck it. I don’t care,” you storm out of the office, slamming the door shut. “I don’t give a shit about your or Sandy.”

“What? Where’s the fire?” Tony pokes his head out of his office. “Oh, it’s you.” His eyes drop to the box in your hands as he steps out of the room. “What happened?”

“You should talk to your girlfriend,” you snap at Tony. “Maybe she will even tell you the truth…”

“Pepper?”

“Fuck, no,” you curse as you run into a firm chest on your way toward Jake’s café, the box in your hand hitting the man hard. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” the man says as you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh, it’s you. Jake’s friend.”

“You look like him… a little. Are you another brother?” he chuckles at your confusion. “Sorry, I didn’t want to be nosy.”

“It’s alright. Let me take this,” you reluctantly let the man take the box out of your hands. “You like plants?”

“Hmm…”

“Jake told me so much about you,” he says. “Bastard didn’t lie this time. You are sweet and pretty. Let’s head inside and have some tea. It’s getting cold…”

“Cupcake,” Lloyd gets up from his favorite chair at his favorite spot to greet you. “Curtis, what are you doing with my best girl?” His features darken as his brother steps in front of you to block Lloyd’s path.

“She ran into me, and I carried her box,” Curtis bites back. “And that’s none of your business.”

“Hi, Lloyd,” you whisper. “Can I have some tea and a cupcake? I need something to make me feel better.”

“What happened,” Lloyd takes the box with your few belongings out of Curtis’s hands. “Can you leave me and sweet cupcake alone for a moment?”

“Sure,” you smile when Curtis turns toward you to hold out his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you more often from now on.”

“Thank you.”

“Back to the box,” you look at Lloyd as he jerks his head toward his table. “Let’s sit over there. Jake brings us some food and tea. We need to talk to Y/N!”

“Y/N!” Jake stumbles out of the kitchen, smiling. “Sweetie! I’ll be right there. Just a moment.”

“Why are you all so nice?” you follow Lloyd toward the table. “You don’t even know me, Lloyd.”

“I like you, Y/N. It doesn’t matter to me that we just met,” Lloyd places the box next to his chair before pulling a chair for you.

“Hmm…usually men aren’t so nice to me,” you drop your eyes to the tea Jake places in front of you.

“For you, sweetie,” Jake sits next to you. “So, what brings you here so early on a Wednesday.”

“I quit,” you sniff. All damns break and you tell Jake and Lloyd everything happening this morning.The men listen, nods and clench their jaws while watching you intensely.

Lloyd’s features darken as he lifts his gaze to look at Curtis who stepped behind you to listen to your story too.

“…and…then…I deleted all the files and left,” you wipe your eyes. “I didn’t overreact, right? He wanted me to switch places with that bitch. Tony is nice and I feel bad for just leaving him hanging.”

“Good girl,” grinning Lloyd looks at you. “I’m damn proud of you.”

“From what you told us, Stark didn’t have a saying in all of this,” Jake huffs. “What the fuck is so special about Sandy?”

“Sandy who?” Lloyd grunts. “I should just go to the tower and ki—” he bites his tongue and shakes his head. It’s too early to tell you about his profession. “Punch your ex-boss’s face.”

“He’s Captain America,” you say. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Jake softly says. “I’ll get you your favorite cupcake and you’ll join us for lunch and dinner today.”

“We won’t leave you alone today. Not after what happened at the office,” Lloyd states. “Curtis, will you sit down or just lurk around?”

“So—uh…you are all brothers?” you try to stop Lloyd from talking about Steve. It’s worse enough that you gave up and just quit your job without fighting back.

“Lloyd is the eldest,” Curtis grins at you. “Jakie is our sweet little boy. I’m the middle child and the prettiest.”

“Hey, I’m not an old man,” Lloyd bites back. “You are thirty-four, Curtis.”

“Back to Y/N and her problem. What are we going to do about this?” Jensen asks. “Guys, focus.”

“We need a lawyer,” Curtis says.

“No,” Lloyd shakes his head. “You know how he gets. I won’t let him get even close to my cupcake.”

“Lloyd…” Jake sighs.

“I won’t call him.”

“I’ll call him,” you watch Curtis get up. “Just a minute, Y/N. I’ll be right back.”

“Fine. Call that asshole,” crossing his arms over his wide chest Lloyd mutters. “He’ll not ruin my plans...”

“What did you do?” Tony slams the door to Steve’s office shut behind him. “Why did Y/N quit? What has my girlfriend to do with all of this…”

“I-“ Steve drops his gaze and sighs deeply. “I guess you deserve to know…”

>> Part 3

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#steve rogers x assistant #lloyd hansen #curtis everett #jake jensen #tony stark #The assistant (3) - Office #plus size reader #plussized reader

[basnatural]

Setting up my new office. It’s taking forever 😭

#moving #move house #office #marvel #mcu #steve rogers #Captain America #bucky barnes #stucky #sebastian stan #chris evans #desk set up #decorate #avengers #endgame #the first avenger #winter soldier #civil war

[cloudinterlude]

what misconception? 👀

I assume this is about the Civil War post I made and oh boy, so many. So, so many. Let me preface this by saying I actually like Civil War enough as a movie. Not as a Captain America movie, but it's engaging and I enjoyed it for the most part. I mostly dislike the dogshit opinions about it. To prevent this from turning into a dissertation, I'll just list the ones that come to mind first/irritate me the most:

"Steve was completely against regulation and oversight" WRONG. He was against the vagueness of it all. He explicitly says that he wants to know whose going to be holding his leash if he has to have one. In fact, he was about to sign the Accords before Tony told him about them preemptively enforcing it and detaining Wanda. Steve was willing to consider the Accords, Steve was trying to discuss the Accords, Steve was on the path to being open to the Accords before the moral failings of it were already shining through. Steve, rightfully so, is distrustful at this point of anonymous authority. Following the news that Hydra had their nasty paws in SHIELD and other high positions in government, Steve decides that he wants to know more about the people who have authority over him. Seems reasonable enough.

"Steve was only against the Accords for Bucky" WRONG. 1) Before he was certain that Bucky was being framed, he says that he has the best chance of bringing him in to minimize damage. Then, when he was certain Bucky was innocent, it became a matter of not letting his bestie be falsely imprisoned and/or killed on the spot. 2) Lemme just add that yes, Bucky is extremely important to Steve, but Steve would have still been against the Accords if Bucky wasn't a factor. I need people to understand this. It wasn't just a "oh no I need to save my best friend". 3) If you read what was in the Accords, you'd understand why Steve would generally be against them. They're abhorrent.

"Steve didn't read the Accords/Steve didn't even attempt to communicate or compromise." I haaaaattttteeee this one with a burning passion. Did we watch the same movie? He's quite literally the only one on screen we see even look at that long ass document. Probably also the only one would could even manage to read the thing since it was sprung up on them 3 days before the meeting (which is a whole 'nother issue for later. For now, I'll just say I support the Ross conspiracy theory). He also tried to tell Tony & Co. before the airport fight that Zemo was the one behind all this conflict, that Bucky is innocent and about the 5 other ultra-dangerous super-soldiers who, as far as he knew, were about to be unleashed onto the world which would be disastrous. Unfortunately, Team IM was wracked with tension and didn't listen and attacked.

"Steve and Bucky jumped Tony (+ variants of this statement)." This is one that confused me so much. Such a bullshit take. I am begging people to rewatch CW and watch the fight. Tony, whose emotions is dialed to a thousand (and not only because of the Bucky thing mind you, but I can talk about that a lot more later because I like talking about Tony's emotional/mental state during Civil War) attacked first, then tries to kill Bucky, Steve tries to get Tony to stop killing Bucky, Tony is trying not to kill Steve, Bucky is trying to get Tony not to kill Steve or him. It's a mess. Mind you, Steve isn't even trying to excessively harm Tony in this scene. It's confirmed that during the entire fight, he was trying to disable the suit. Not trying to beat Tony to a pulp - DISABLE. THE. SUIT. Which he manage to do in the midst of that shitshow.

"*insert any anti-CW Wanda take*" Please, someone please tell me why people think Wanda has any blame for what happened Lagos? Wanda quite literally didn't CAUSE that. I need to understand this point of view before I get an aneurysm. She didn't make the bomb, bring the bomb, set the bomb off. It was Rumlow who had that bomb that would have ended up killing way more people on the ground than where Wanda managed to put it. She absolutely was as much of a hero as she could be in that instance, trying to redirect the bomb away from civilians. Unfortunately, it still ended it casualties, but a lot less than it would have been if Wanda hadn't intervened.

I could go on and on, but I'll stop here. Fanon CACW quite literally has some of the worst fan comprehension I've seen in the MCU. I imagine that a lot of it is not understanding characters, the movie not elaborating on important plot points in an effort to make it 50/50 (which they failed at lol), and the fandom being a lot more conservative than I thought. I can expand further on anything if you want!

#post office #cacw #pro steve rogers #pro team cap #anti sokovia accords #captain america civil war #mcu #steve rogers defense squad #thank you anon

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[vivelarevolution13]

(alt title) bucky: i think im in love dum dum: that whole ass dyke would eat you alive, barnes bucky, dreamily: and i love her for that. solidarity, sister

Rating: T Word count: 2,574 Tags: Captain America: The First Avenger, World War II, Humour (somehow, despite the previous tag), Howling Commandos, A Very Fictional Marlene Dietrich, Historically Questionable Depictions of Military Tents Excerpt:

"I dunno – something a bit boyish about her, Buck," Dugan muses. Bucky gawks, lowering the shaving brush, and he really can’t decide what’s more ridiculous: the disproportionately outraged expression Bucky’s sporting or the lather still covering half of his face, seemingly forgotten and melting down his neck with alarming rapidity. “Boyish? Get outta here.” Oh, Steve thinks with a familiar level of exasperated fondness, here we go.

*leaving this at tumblr's doorstep like it's my beloved first born child I just don't know how to deal with* how the fuck do y'all post these all the time when it's so stressful.

Anyway! First time posting on AO3, so here's a ficlet about the Howlies and Marlene Dietrich because I kept banging my head against a wall trying to figure out the timeline of the much, much larger fic this is supposed to be a part of, lol.

#I fell down the rabbithole of researching WW2 staff and officer tents for an hour. again. needless to say that it was not necessary #steve rogers #bucky barnes #howling commandos #ca: tfa #captain america: the first avenger #fanfic #my fic #how do you TAG these #that's not a rhetorical question if somebody has any fucking pointers I have no clue what I'm doing here #anyway. gonna go jump into a very deep hole now goodnight

[winterspiderpurrs]

Enhanced Omega Peter Parker. More mutants and enhanced individuals were common place now.

Maybe he decided to capitalize on the attention he would get.

Say...

Opening a gym, with him as an instructor.

All the Alphas signing up for this twink omega to be their instructor or to sign up for classes he offers.

But each Alpha starts getting disappointed that Peter can bench press tour busses with ease. So he isn't impressed with all the showing off these Alphas can do.

Sure it probably gets lonely with Alpha's being too intimidated by him.

No one expects the Alpha that actually ends up courting Peter.

#writing prompt #left it kinda open ended so anyone can do their spin or take on it #could it be muscle or not artist steve #could it be one of the security officer bucky #or maybe doctor stephen strange #famous tony stark as he heard rumors of this enhanced omega and wanted to see for himself #or maybe Bucky and Steve are new to the gym and while they can't bench press as much as peter its pretty close #or presurm steve rogers who is a nutritious for the gym no one imagines to tiny alpha would be the one to win over this powerful omega #like... so many options! #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #spidershield #starker #shieldspider #winterspidershield #starker prompt #omega peter parker #winterspiderpurrs

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Steve: Any questions?

Tony: Yeah, I have a lot of questions.

Tony: Number one: how dare you?

#source: the office #steve rogers #steve rogers incorrect quotes #captain america #tony stark #tony stark incorrect quotes #iron man #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

[rydenwrites]

WELCOME TO LITCHFIELD!

Made this little collage to show parts of the inside of Litchfield prison and some of the characters from the show Orange is the New Black, which is what inspired 'Blood must have blood'.

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“Alright, Baby Blues,” Nichols said, meaning you. “What you do to land yourself in here? What, was there a shoplifting incident gone wrong or something?” she chuckled.

You looked down nervously, clearing your throat several times over in hopes of finding the words.

“We-well, um, no. I-I-I, there-there was an incident. With my brother. Stepbrother!” You were quick to add. “Kind of, a…um, self-defense situation gone… wrong.”

You kept your eyes down on your food instead of meeting their eyes, letting them work it all out themselves. When you finally did dare sneak a peek, Nichols was watching you intently.

“I don’t get it,” Morello pointed out, still chewing her food.

Nichols made quick work of spelling it out for everyone.

“She killed her brother.”

Morello stopped chewing, releasing a weak ‘oh’. The nun drew a deep breath once realization hit her.

“Stepbrother,” you corrected. “It was an accident.”

Nichols laughed like your addition had been redundant.

“Oh, I’m sure it was, kid! I-I mean, look at you. He’d have to be the tiniest thing in the world for you to up and murder the guy,” she chuckled, the others joining in, all in jest. “He wasn’t, was he?” she asked worriedly. “’Cause if he was, I’m gonna look like the biggest douchbag ever, ya know.”

You forced a tug of your cheeks, grateful to have it be light-hearted more than anything.

“No, no, he wasn’t,” you said. “He was… a guard actually.”

Morello pointed at you with her plastic fork.

“Wait, you don’t mean Millers, do you?”

You froze at the mere mention of his name, let alone in a place where no one should know it.

“Who?” Yoga asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Nicky said. “That Millers guy, remember? Short blonde hair, tattoos here and there, black spiral earing. Real sadistic fuck. Not like Pornstache, but you know. Not really a prodigy either.” Nichols looked at you worriedly, chewing on the end of her fork, her food long gone. “You didn’t know he worked here?”

You just shook your head and whispered a ‘no’.

#bloodmusthaveblood #fanfiction #fanfic #bucky x you #steve rogers #steve x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #officer rogers #co rogers #officer barnes #dark!steve x you #dark!bucky x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers #co barnes #nate millers #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writer #writers on tumblr #steve x you #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes x reader

[gyokujyn]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th » Prompts: Helicarrier for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

#marvel mcu #catws10 #stucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #a softer world #a softer avenger #remix #sorry officer we'll remember to use the gag next time #jyn makes stuff

[welldonebeca]

about offices and feelings (1)

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fat!F!Reader WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Office AU. Dirty thoughts. Office crushes. Masturbation. Tension. Broken elevators. Fluff.

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Steve Rogers was so stupid. The stupidest of stupid men to have ever been stupid.

After Pepper had insisted on him for months, Tony had a new assistant, and his secretary threatened to sue him for delegating the work to her instead of hiring someone to do it properly.

He hired you, a perfectly adequate and competent personal assistant with very good experience and a track record of being the perfect fit for the job.

The day you walked into the office of Stark Industries was the day Steve Rogers' brain quit its job and never worked properly again.

You were beautiful, as gorgeous as if you had come right out of the Renaissance art he used to study in college, but the women in the paintings didn't hold a candle to you. Their soft jaws were not as beautiful as yours and your round cheeks, their curves not nearly as tempting and mouth-watering as yours.

And it made him feel such shame with his reaction, because you were modest and very professional, and he couldn't speak a word of negativity about your behaviour while his own behaviour was terribly gross.

Every day you were polite to everyone and tidy, and Tony's life was perfectly organised again, while Steve was thrown into a mess of madness and lust.

He was crushing on you, and really - really - hard. Steve was grateful that Tony's office was on a completely different floor of the building, which meant he didn't have to see you all the time, and so he wouldn't have his productivity tanked from not being able to look away from you. He barely saw you once or twice a week.

That was why when he caught your name in his inbox, he opened your email right away, finding a reminder of a meeting that would happen later that day, about the company's near mandatory day in the city park, which you were organising in Tony's name, of course.

Steve wrapped up his work, not wanting to leave you - or the other departments - waiting much, and actually finished ten minutes before it was supposed to happen. It gave him enough time to go to the coffee machine and make you a nice mixture of a cappuccino and hot chocolate, which he knew was your soft spot and favourite drink, and put it in a tall cup before making his own coffee and carrying them to the meeting room.

You were alone, setting up the presentation for Tony when he walked into the room, so focused you didn't even notice him as he put the coffee on the table and sat down, and he had time to adjust his posture before clearing his throat.

"Mister Rogers," you gasped when you saw him, a beautiful grin coming to your lips. "Good afternoon. Always early."

"Miss Y/N," he greeted, smiling, and raising his drink for you. "I got you coffee."

"Thank you," you spoke politely, reaching for it in his hand, and your fingers brushed against him when you picked it up, warm and soft.

You were all soft.

He took in a deep breath from behind the large table, your perfume was very faint in the room, and you smelt so damn good.

Steve would have loved to focus on your face and see your reaction at realising he had made the chocolate-cappuccino mix and not just gone for the mocha button in the machine, but there was something else he couldn't look away from.

You'd gotten up, and you were wearing a pencil skirt.

Steve could see your belly, its curve in all its glory, and all he wanted was to touch you, squeeze you and...

"Is this a mocha?" you asked, snatching his attention to your face.

Steve swallowed down hard, nodding as his cheeks felt like they were set on fire.

"I thought they weren't making mochas anymore," you sounded surprised.

"I mixed it myself," he told you. "The cappuccino and then the hot chocolate, I remember you like it better that way."

You were wide-eyed for a moment, a bit shocked, and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr Rogers," you gasped.

He gulped, nodding quickly. He was so close to a fucking HR summoning.

"You are welcome, miss," he squeezed it out of himself.

And before he could put his foot in his mouth, a group entered the room, greeting you two and taking their seats, and he put himself into his work mind again, which he should have been in since the very beginning.

He did his job like a good head of his department, took notes and offered his opinions, and behaved very correctly.

He also ran away from the meeting room before anyone else and locked himself in his office and his private bathroom once he was alone.

His work day was over anyway, and if anyone asked, he was having a stomach ache.

Steve didn't even have half an ounce of shame in him as he unbuckled his pants in the bathroom stall and pulled out his cock, lust coiling in his belly like a stupid teenager who had just seen a tit for the first time.

Fuck, he would love to see your tits. They were big, enough that he knew they would spill out of his hands easily. They probably were just as soft as you, and probably smelt so good if he buried his face in them.

He wrapped his fingers around himself, closing his eyes as his cock throbbed, neglected in his strict daily routine and already half hard as he jerked himself, muffling his sounds with a hand, afraid of being caught.

It was humiliating, jerking off in the company's bathroom like that, and he couldn't even be ashamed of himself.

He caressed his head, sensitive and shining with precum. Fuck, would you like his cock?

Would you suck it?

Fuck, he throbbed with the thought of your lips around his dick, of you hungry for him to cum down your throat.

He fucked his own hand needy, uncovering his mouth to fondle his balls, trying to be quick.

If it was for him, he would be putting his cum right in your cunt. Fuck, to have you under him, with your ass up, moaning as he fucked you hard and put his cum deep, deep in your cunt.

Steve bit his lower lip, stifling a moan as his balls tightened, and aimed for the toilet as he leaned against the wall, his cum hitting the porcelain right on time as his legs trembled, and breathed through his pursed lips, letting himself go and trying to calm down.

"Damn it," he hissed.

He was so fucked.

Steve hid in his office for another hour, emailing his team and sending the meeting's notes to them, so they would all be informed, and the office was already empty when he walked off, suit over his arm and suitcase in his hand, completely relaxed knowing he wouldn't cross paths with you.

He didn't know how long hiding from you would even work. You were both adults, he was a grown man who knew he was absolutely in the wrong position, and while - so far - it wasn’t something you seemed annoyed with, he didn't know how long it would be until you picked up on it and started to get uncomfortable around him!

Steve wasn't mean, he knew you didn't owe him anything, and the last thing he wanted was for you to think he expected something in return for just being a decent human being around you.

He waved to the janitor as he walked to the lift and pressed the button, waiting for it quietly.

He was ready to go home, have a nice dinner and rest.

And then, when the door opened, he was shocked to see you.

"Mr Rogers," you greeted.

Steve was frozen for a moment, staring at you wide-eyed, and shook himself into walking into the elevator.

"Good afternoon, Miss Y/N," he greeted. "Afternoon? Evening?"

You thought for a brief moment, looking amused.

"Is it six yet?"

He looked at the buttons to see if you had pressed the button to the existing level and then checked his watch.

"Six and two minutes," he told you.

"Evening it is," you decided.

He hummed a quiet confirmation to you, watching the numbers going down.

"Long day?" you asked suddenly.

Steve turned to look at you, surprised by the tentative small talk.

"Yeah," he confirmed, a bit too honest. "Lots of work."

"Yeah," you agreed. "Lots of... stuff."

"Yeah," Steve agreed.

You two exhaled together, and the doors opened in an empty floor, closing right after.

Steve was about to ask you something - anything, whatever was enough to make you feel like he wanted to keep talking - when the metal box you two were in shook and stopped suddenly, and if he didn't reach for you quickly you would have fallen onto the floor.

His heart came to his throat when the lights became black and the elevator started free-falling, and you grabbed him, squeezing him for dear life and screaming in fear.

And then it stopped, not killing you two, but not leaving you comfortable either.

The two of you fell down on your butts, and held you as you panted and sobbed into his neck.

Steve didn't even think before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you through the panic.

"It's okay," he rubbed your back. "It's okay, we are okay."

You pulled back, looking at his face and then around, opening and closing your mouth, all blood gone from your face as you literally shook in his arms.

"We are alright," you stuttered. "We are alright. In a broken elevator."

Shit.

He looked around, the elevator still completely dark, and reached up, pressing the red button to get security's help, knowing better than to try to get out.

You seemed to be trying to calm down as he did it, and Steve rubbed your back slowly, trying to calm you down.

"Hello?" security answered.

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