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Ohhh I love the dynamic, them addressing each other with sweet nicknames to check in and then switching to ma'am and captain for more spicy stuff. COMMUNICATION YES!

Captain’s Orders - Steve x YN 🍆⛓️🥰

Summary: You ask Steve Rogers to overpower you. He does, in his old-fashioned way.

Contains: Dom Steve pretending to be something between an asshole 1940s husband and an army general. Dub-con if you squint. Cuddly aftercare.

Warnings: Strong kinky themes from the outset. Consensual abuse of power and physical strength (may trigger). References to slapping. Intense verbal degradation. Outdated gender roles and misogyny – the feminism will leave your body, you have been warned.

Words: 2,200

“How do you feel about spanking?”

A furrowed brow looked up over his mission report. “Giving or receiving?”

“You. Spanking me.”

“Oh.”

“What do you think?”

“No. I can’t do that.” Matter of fact in his tone, he continued reading. “I’m sorry.”

“What can you do?”

He placed the papers down on the table, looking at you with the stern authoritarian expression you had grown to love. “What’s this about?” He ended his question with your name. You loved the way it sounded when he said your name.

“I mean…. we’re always very…. athletic…. in bed. And I love that. I do. I guess I just want to switch things up a bit.”

“Huh.” He stood, perching his ass on the side of the boardroom table. “And what’s it about, really?”

“Being overpowered by you.” You bit your lip.

“Got it. You want me to be a dominant?”

You frowned. “How do you know about that?”

“Loki and I have had some… interesting conversations over the years.” He smirked, recalling the delicious tales the Asgardian gifted him with over a beer of a Sunday morning.

“Now see that,” you gestured, pointedly, “is something I would love to hear more about.”

His throat scoffed out a laugh, looking away from you and smiling. “I’m sure you would.” He looked back, cocking his head towards himself, his tone soft and affectionate. “Come ‘ere.”

You walked to him, raising your shoulders meekly, your cheeks dimpling with a smile, causing him to blush. You walked around the table cautiously, dragging a fingertip along the wood. When you reached him, you stood in between wide open thighs. He placed a hand on your lower back to pull you closer. “Look, I’m…. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Even if it’s just pretend.” You pouted at his words. “But….” a finger raised, “I can meet you halfway.”

“Oh yeah?” You squinted at him in playful challenge. “And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well, err….” He scratched the back of his head and looked down, as though he were committing a sin for even thinking about it. “I could, umm…. I could, I suppose….” It felt wrong. So wrong. He was gifted his strength to use for good. And only for good. This wasn’t honourable. Maybe that’s why his jeans tightened at the thought. He raised his chin up confidently, exposing his muscular neck. “I could overpower you. Physically.”

Oh God…..

He noticed you swallow. He might be old-fashioned, but he could take a hint. He ran with this new persona. “I could use my strength. Pin you down so you…. so you couldn’t move.”

“Mmm hmm,” you mustered a noise. “And what else?”

“I c-could - ” He pause to find his poise. “I would give orders. And you would take my lead.”

“You would do that for me?”

He leaned down, brushing hair from your flushed skin, whispering. “You know I might even enjoy it.”

You glanced at the boardroom table.

“Not here, though.”

“Your bedroom, Captain?”

He blushed, biting his lip before looking up and regaining his authority. “My bedroom, Ma’am. 08:00 sharp.”

“You will obey my orders. You will address me as Captain, or Captain Rogers only. Is that clear?”

“Yes Captain.” You sat on the edge of his bed as instructed, your hands resting daintily in your lap.

“Good.” He walked around the bed, glancing at your back, testing the waters in this new play.

You had talked about it. He couldn’t use any force, no matter how much you craved it. He could hurt you. Really hurt you. So he would have to use his words.

You wanted to feel smaller than him. He had an idea of how he could achieve that. It was more psychological than physical. He thought it safer. He only prayed that he wasn’t crossing a line.

It was time to test how far he could push that boundary.

“And…. we’ll have none of that 2020’s women’s rights nonsense. Got it?”

God this feels so wrong yet so right…..

“Y-yes Captain.”

“Where’s a woman’s place?” He paced around you, slowly. As instructed, you didn’t look up.

“I-In the kitchen, Captain Rogers?” Your tone up-ticked at the end, posing a question.

“That’s right Ma’am.” He leaned down, hands on his knees, smirking. You felt a firm hand grab your chin, lifting your gaze up to his sightline. “And there’s nowhere else a pretty face like you should be. Just the kitchen, and the bedroom. You got it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?” He cocked his head. The steely look in his eyes made you question if he was about to deliver a strong back hand. Steve Rogers would never. But imagining he could….

“Y-yes Captain.”

“Good girl.” He began to unbuckle the belt of his jeans, his back to you now, athletic ass giving you a show. “Lay down on the bed.”

“Yes Captain.” You shifted back over the top of the duvet, laying down flat on your back, hands on your stomach. You swallowed, hard.

“Take off your panties. Place them on the floor. Keep your dress on.”

“Yes Captain.”

He turned, cock in his hand, pleasuring himself to the sight of you. “You’re such a good fuckin’ girl.”

The bed dipped as he kneeled on it. In moments, he was on top of you, knees either side of your hips. “Hands up.”

You placed them up in surrender, almost wanting to giggle. He nearly broke character, his lips quirking at the corners. He folded his arms, hard cock bobbing beneath him. “Place your hands above your head, Ma’am.”

“Yes Captain….”

He leaned down, placing his hand around your wrists. He began to add pressure. Whispering, he asked, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you move?”

You tried. You couldn’t. You shook your head.

“Good. Is it enough, sweetie?”

“You can… you can squeeze a little harder if you like, Steve.”

He added a little pressure. “Like this?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay. Ready?” He cleared his throat and dropped back into the character of the wartime misogynist. He sat upright, towering above you. “You can’t move, beautiful. And you’re not gonna.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked himself, more vigorously this time. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say. And you know why that is?”

“B-because you’re in charge, Captain Rogers.”

His heart swelled. So did his cock. “You got that right, sweet cheeks.” Firm hands pressed into the mattress as he lowered himself down. He squeezed his knees around you. “You’re not gonna come. You’re not gonna move. You’re not gonna so much as speak, unless you’re spoken to. You got it?”

Miraculously, you squeaked out a response. “Y-yeah.”

“Good girl. My… my pretty, stupid little girl.”

Your Steve valued your intelligence. Your wit. Your strength. Your independence. But this Steve? This Steve treated you as though you were a brainless cock-drunk moron.

And you didn’t hate it.

Your two active brain cells were jolted together by the sensation of Steve entering you, firmly thrusting into you without warning. He wasn’t harsh. But he wasn’t gentle, either. His brows knitted together, lips mouthing You okay? You nodded.

He thrust in and out of you, the punishing grip of his knees on the sides of your thighs never relenting, pinning you in place. You anticipated nothing but groans and ragged gasps. But Steve had another treat in store. As his hips bucked back and forth, cock entering you like a piston, jeans slung low over his hips, he asked you a series of questions.

“Who’s the leader of the Avengers?” His head tilted back, creases forming around his eyes as he squeezed his lids tight shut.

“You are, Captain.”

“Who’s in ch-charge?” He grunted after the last word.

“Y-you are, Captain.”

“Who’s gonna…. oh god…..” He eyelids flashed open for a second, eyes rolled back, out of it. “And who’s gonna rail you like you’ve never been r-railed?”

“You are, Captain.”

“You’re damn right.” He leaned down over you, one hand releasing your wrists to adjust the roll of his shirt sleeves. His forearms flexed in the process, before returning his grip around your delicate slim wrists.

Despite your best efforts to obey, you reached up and grabbed a handful of his shoulder, the muscle moving underneath your touch as he rocked back and forth into you, his arm trembling with the force of holding up his own body weight. Underneath his dress shirt, his abs flexed.

Not that you could see them.

You whined in frustration.

“So dumb you can’t even follow orders, huh? Even a slutty army secretary can do that.”

You bit your lip. Being verbally degraded by Steve Rogers was everything.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, snaking its way through your body and having no escape other than through your lips. You moaned again. “Pl-please. Please, Steve.”

“Please… what?” He squeezed your wrist to punctuate his point.

“Please, Captain.”

“Captain who?”

“Captain Rogers. Please.”

“No. Wait for my word. Got it?” His tone remained authoritative, yet hopeful. He wasn’t going to drag this out. You were grateful. But it wasn’t mercy. He craved his release as much as you. His thighs trembled with the force of holding back the torrent of release he had inside for you.

“G-god….” He groaned, chest heaving, continuing the rhythmic movement of his hips.

“Pl-please…. I can’t…. I can’t….”

And you really couldn’t. You bit down on your lip, harder this time. Mercifully, he gave his command.

“I need you to come. That’s an order.”

You obeyed, relaxing fully and feeling the warmth of climax rush through your veins, pleasure exploding in every cell of your being. The Captain’s breath came in sharp through his lips, exhaling just as abruptly, as he began to come inside of you. He groaned. Long, needy, desperate. You watched as he came undone, feeling as though your stomach had dropped right out of your body.

As his form became weak from release, he lowered himself to his elbows, your wrists long since surrendered from his unrelenting grip. His head remained bowed. In prayer, or in surrender, you weren’t sure. You stroked his back, obscenely strong back muscles rippling under your loving touch. You didn’t realise until he spoke, but he maintained his charade as the dominant army general.

“Is there anything I can get you, baby?” You asked sweetly.

“Yeah.” He had one last demand before he pulled out of you. “Make me a sandwich.”

“I went too far didn’t I? With the 1940’s thing?” A half hour later, you cuddled with him on the sofa, roles returning to reality, all masks long-since dropped.

“The feminism left my body for a second there, not gonna lie.”

“God, I knew I went too far.” He shook his head, berating himself, hand pressed firm over his mouth as though he were preventing any insulting words from spilling out.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just gonna kick your ass at training tomorrow, that’s all.”

“That’s fair.” He chewed on his lip. “You know, I had no idea I could be such an asshole.”

“It was probably very therapeutic for you.” You looked over your shoulder at him. He looked down, lovingly, drawing circles over your thighs. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time.”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t make it right.”

“Oh well. As long as you know your place, Captain.”

He blushed.

“Where is your place, Captain?” you challenged.

“Underneath you.” You yelped as he lay back and pulled you on top of him.

“No! I gotta go….” Palms pressed flat on his chest as you pushed yourself up.

“Hang on. Where you going?” He sat up on his elbows, a forlorn expression etched into his handsome features.

You glanced over your shoulder with all the confidence of a woman who had been deliciously fucked and verbally degraded by a living legend. “You’ll see.”

You disappeared around the corner into the galley of the kitchen. Steve had his suspicions. He hoped he was wrong. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth as his sat in the large sectional sofa in the middle of the open-plan kitchen space, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other lifted, propping up his chin on his fist. The backs of his knuckles grazed his lips roughly. You emerged five minutes later, presenting a plate to him before walking around the sofa behind him, reaching down to touch him literally anywhere.

You whispered in his ear, hands placed on his shoulders, coquettishly running your palms down his pecs. “Prosciutto and English mustard on rye. Just how you like it.”

He held the plate aloft as though it didn’t belong to him. “Honey I really didn’t mean…”

“I know you didn’t. But that’s why I made it. Call it a little thank you for earlier.”

“Alright, alright. But there’s one condition.” Without so much as looking, he lifted his arms up, lowered them into a tricep press position, grabbed you firmly by the waist and flipped you over the back of the sofa and onto his lap. He held the plate firmly in his hands and handed you one half of his sandwich. “On the condition that we share.”

Your sweet, gorgeous, thoughtful Steve was back. You loved it.

And part of you missed the other guy.

“Aw but I made this for you.”

“You did. And we’re gonna share it.” He lowered his gaze seriously as he urged you to take half of the sandwich. His lips pulled up into a smirk before he winked. “Captain’s orders.”

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doms who are inside you before you can even wake up, whispering things like "I'm sorry baby you just looked so good I couldn't help myself" as they thrust inside you without giving you a chance to adjust to being stretched out around them >>>

#loki smut

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Reblogging One by One pt. 5/7 because dumb me forgot to add people from my taglist! TAGLIST: @lokixryss @alyeskathewave @ladymischief11 @tukes @yelkmelk @crimson25

Here's a GIF of Loki when he the tables turn on him XD

One by One pt.5/?

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine

previous main masterlist

Warnings: slight pet play? thigh riding, oral (m & f receiving), I think that's it let me know if I missed something, thankyou MINORS DNI

NO PROOF READING

Stupid author remarks in yellow.

LOKI'S VOICE IS A SEX WEAPON (part b)

Loki stirred, opening his eyes, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. How is his face so expressive at times? “Finally! Good girl” he said hoarsely, his hand gripping your own, moving it onto his crotch which bulged more and more in a matter of seconds. You knew what he wanted, so you got to work, undoing the ties of his black pants, he pulled the fabric enough to give you the access you wanted (needed).

You pulled out his glorious purpose (lmao sorry for that..) .. You pulled out his glorious cock using your hands to touch him as much as you could. It was on a colder side, you were using your hands to warm him up.

The heat coming from your hands was making him lose his control, but he held on to it, barely, for you. All he did was praise you, and moaned your name desperately.

After getting him nice and hard, and massaging his cock and thighs for a few minutes, you started planting small kisses and kitten licks along the shaft and at the head, which made him twitch in your hands. Sometimes he would buck his hips into your hands or mouth, control slipping from him in those moments, but usually he sat there relaxed enjoying the attention he was getting from you, calling you his good girl in his deep voice, only broken sometimes by his high pitched moans.

You went nice and slow, slowly taking him more in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Sometimes letting him slip completely out of your mouth, and blowing a tasing stream of air on it. That seemed to catch him by surprise every time, but from the drops of precum that would leak during, was proof that he liked it.

Few minutes of this and Loki came all over himself, also getting some of his cum on you.

Before you could do anything he magicked away everything, leaving everything clean, and his pants tied up neat. You were very disappointed (I am too).

But your disappointment didn’t last very long, Loki pulled you up in his lap, and slowly started to unbutton your shirt. His eyes never left your, it was too intense, you were struggling to maintain eye contact, but you had a feeling that if you looked away he won’t appreciate it.

With your last button undone, Loki promptly places his hands on your waist, kneading your flesh there. This time you closed your eyes and let a moan slip from your lips. “Sinful. So good for me.” Loki praised you, while his hands traced you back, reaching to undo the clasp of your bra. He then magicked away the garment, leaving your shirt intact. This confused you a little but you didn’t question. You were enjoying the proximity with him. Lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, it took you a while to realize that the only piece of clothing on you was your shirt. Loki had magicked away your pants and panties, and his leather pants were getting stained by your arousal.

But it felt so good, the feel of leather on your lower lips was something very new and exciting for you. His hands moved back to your waist, gently guiding you to move along his thigh, high thick thigh, his strong thigh, his leather clad warrior thigh. He pushed you down a little and you gasped, the simulation was now very direct. You moaned his name, while he kept moving you back and forth, flexing his thigh whenever needed, making little gasp leave you. Sometimes even moving you side to side, spicing things up a little.

You were not in control, you were just a body experiencing pleasure at the hands of this very handsome man, or rather this ethereal god!

“Oh God!” you exclaimed as you came. It was a different experience, thing were nice and slow and so fucking pleasurable for the first time with Loki. You slumped over him, too tired to hold yourself up on your own, while he pushed your shirt down, planting small kisses over your shoulder and neck, making you squirm on his lap.

“Fuck me Loki” you demanded, voice still sounding breathy from the intensity of you ‘first orgasm’.

Loki just smirks at you and lifts you up, walking you to the couch beside the armchair. He quickly places you down climbing up on you, strandling you quickly before you change your mind about anything. His hands start wandering on your body and you know he is going to be a tease, not giving you what you want, rather need, immediately. All you can do is take it. You wanted to be good.

You whined and moaned, whimpering, whenever he touched a sensitive spot on your body. His fingers traced your neck, your back and breast, reaching your sensitive inner thighs and arms. The sensation was almost ticklish, barely there, leaving you yearning for more.

After being satisfied by his work (making a desperate mess out of you), he starts to get off of you. You were looking anywhere but at him, not being able to take his teasing AND maintain eye contact. It was too intense, and he did not ask you too.

He moans around your swollen clit. “What the fuck!” you didn’t realize when he went down there, he didn't give you any warning, or touched you there, just reached out and took what he wanted to (in his mouth).

You can’t stop yourself from grinding against his face, his tongue. It felt heavenly. He would suck on your clit for a while, then give you kitten licks, maintaining a steady pace, which was slow but extremely precise. You were climbing the ladder steadily. But he didn’t like it. You moving meant he wouldn’t be able to give you PRECISELY what he wanted to, and that wouldn’t work now would it?

His hands gripped your hips, tightening his hold on you whenever you tried to move even a little bit. That would probably leave bruises!

What’s worse was that everytime you tried to move, he would slow down a little, or change pace abruptly, stringing you up tighter and tighter, but letting you fall down a little bit in between. (I guess there’s no Loki without some fun and frustration).

So you focused solely on keeping steady, but with no ropes and cuffs to keep you in place, it was really difficult, self control at times like these wasn’t really your thing!

“Be good.” he growled, moving one hand down to gather your slick from the entrance, and swirling it around. The dual sensation, however faint, had you howling in pleasure. An expression of “I know I am a god in bed too” crossed across his eyes. The cocky bastard! You wanted to roll your eyes at him for this, but as his fingers entered you, your orgasm had you rolling your eyes instead.

“Fuck!” you wailed, and screamed not able to keep yourself steady. But Loki still kept a firm grip on you, fingers seeking out all the sensitive spots on your wall, massaging them, simulating them very very slowly, dragging this out for you for as long as possible.

It was too intense, everything turned white behind your closed eyes, your body stretched and stiff, experiencing the best orgasm ever, and your ears started ringing.

Loki’s POV

She looked absolutely delicious when she came. I wanted her to come on my cock for so long! But making her wait was worth it. The way her cunt tightened around my fingers was absolutely sinful. And now I fuck her!

I .. wait, did she just pass out on me?! ‘Oh you little minx, is this how you repay me? Or this revenge on me for making you wait?’ I chuckled saying this, knowing full well that my little pet was in deep sleep.

I undressed her completely. Her body was glowing from the layer of sweat it had on it now. She looked like an angel.

It was very difficult for me to clean her off without sneaking in touches here and there. After I cleaned her I wrapped her in the fuzziest thing I could find, which she snuggled with instantly. Looking absolutely adorable, my nosy little pet!

I knew she was bothered by something. And I was surprised that she came to me seeking her solace. But now that it has happened, I am glad she came to me.

I am enjoying playing with her. She is more resilient than I thought. Maybe sometime when she is good like today I can reward her instead of punishing her.

Your POV

You woke up in a warm butter bowl. Wait no, that’s not correct. So.. You woke up naked with the softest fuzzy blanket wrapped around you. You find your phone and check the time to realize that you have been sleeping for 4 hours. You take a few minutes to think about what happened, with you in the office and with Loki. You couldn’t help but smile at it.

“DING” (internal brain noises). Call it post coitus clarity or whatever. The ding of your brain had you reaching for the bath gown and rushing out the door, you knew how to solve the issue at the office.

As you walked towards the apartment door, Loki called after you, looking a bit confused, asking you where you were going dressed like that. “Loki, there’s this office thing, and I. I have to attend to it. I have an idea. I won’t bore you with the details. I have to go. Quickly.” you said words, not in that particular order.

Loki though seems to have understood, as his magic dressed you up quickly. You turn around to leave. But stop to look at Loki and whisper a small thankyou. As you reach for the door handle, you feel him right behind you, How?

“You won't be thanking me when I see you on Saturday darling, I still need to fuck you. I hope you rest well little minx, because I don't plan on stopping like I did today” he growls, and licks your ear, making you blush deeply. You start leaving but at the last moment turn around to get on your tiptoes and plant a small kiss on Loki’s cheek. Loki’s eyes widen a little, and his features are adorned with the cutest smile you have seen on him.

You didn't admit it before but you did not, you were looking forward to Saturday.

(here's a gif of THAT smile, enjoy lovelies)

Thankyou so so much for reading my work. I think this series is reaching its end. I will soon start working on my first kinkoctober works. Please leave a link/name of writers/works who do kinkoctober. I need references. Thanks again! Love you all!!

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