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Sunlight

summary. You've prayed so long for warmth...then one day your prayers are answered.

characters. Sun God!Steve x Reader

wc. ~3.7k words

warning. none

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Your one grace in life was that you had been left on the steps of the most prestigious temple as a babe. No name, only yourself in a basket with a bouquet of sunflowers, meant as an offering to the Sun God to protect you. When you were old enough, you worked hard to prove you deserved a place, wanting to please the gods. The other women of the temple, all from upper class families whose families had paid for their positions, looked down upon you. They felt as though you were a showoff, favored above others by the higher priestesses, and as such, never spoke to you unless absolutely necessary. The higher priestesses treated you kindly, true; but were matronly above all else and often a bit aloof. As such, in the temple of the sun, you often felt cold and alone, talking only quietly to yourself. You sought the warmth and comfort for someone to call your own. And to call you theirs in turn.

You kept a small private garden out behind your living quarters. The temple had a communal garden, but the other women left you only gravely rock unfit to grow anything. But you’d found a small, very fertile patch deep in the woods in a clearing by a stream. You’d managed to grow sunflowers, having stolen a few seeds from the kitchens. You worried this would make the gods angry, but instead every seed you planted grew into a beautiful bloom. And from those blooms, you were able to gather more seeds. Some of which you kept on your person, some of which you packaged and shared with the less fortunate people you met in the village, and the rest you continued to cultivate for yourself; pressing the flowers in your journals to preserve their beauty or using them to make paints.

One cold night, only a few days away from the harvest festival to celebrate the new year; you’d gathered a bushel of the brightest sunflowers from your garden and stowed away into the temple, hoping to offer tribute to bring warmth into your life The warm air in the temple was a welcome protection from chilly air outside, thanks to the large fire pit in the center of the room. Some of the older priestesses were tidying up and nodded simply at you before leaving; giving you privacy.

You knelt before the altar of the sun and laid the flowers down. You weren’t sure exactly what to say; now feeling foolish and selfish when you knew there were so many more worthy things to ask for, to help people. But you found yourself saying

“Please, shine your light on me. Let me find someone to warm me and comfort me when I am lonely.” The air was still for a moment, then the crackling of the fire became louder. You turned and saw the fire was growing. Bigger and brighter, it grew until you were blinded and feared its burn. Then your world went dark.

You awoke on what you were was a cloud. You stretched out your hand, feeling the sheets that were smoother than silk. You opened your eyes enough to see a sheer golden lace canopy hanging overhead. You sat up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy; trying to gather where you were and what happened. You looked around to see you were on an enormous bed with golden yellow blankets and pillows.

“Here, drink this.” A voice spoke and you jumped, turning to the source. Your eyes had to adjust, like looking up at the sky on a bright sunny day. But your mouth gaped open as you took him in. Tall and massive like a mountain, he had a body that seemed sculpted from clay. Broad shoulders held up a dark blue tunic, exposing strong arms. A man’s beard framed a boyish smile with golden blonde hair and striking blue eyes that were full of knowledge…and hunger. He was standing at the foot of the bed, in his hand was a golden goblet.

You looked around the rest of the room, admiring the tall shelves full of books. A fireplace housed a roaring fire. But what drew your eye most were the vases of sunflowers. There seemed to be at least one on every flat surface, all holding flowers that looked like the ones you’d been growing for the last few years. He stepped closer and sat down at the edge of the bed, leaving space between you two.

“They are, indeed, little one.” he said, smiling and again offering the goblet. You were hesitant at first, but as you sat near him, you felt more comfortable, familiar. You carefully took the goblet from him and sipped it slowly. The taste was nothing more than water, but when you swallowed, you felt warmer, more alive than you’d ever felt.

“Wow” you gasped, swallowing the rest of it down easily. “Who are you?” He shifted closer to you, running his hand down your cheek.

“Pity. You’ve spent so much time talking to me, I’d thought you’d know me by now.” He leaned forward, taking the goblet away and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The cup vanished, as if it had never existed to begin with and you were left aghast.

“Talking to you? But I only ever spoke to myself in the…” Realization dawned on you. “No, I couldn’t…this couldn’t” you were sitting in the bedroom…in the very house of the Sun God.

“You can call me Steven, little lamb.”

“No…but…I’m not worthy…” your eyes started to tear up, fearing this was some sort of punishment or damnation. But he wiped your tears away with his thumbs, soothing you.

“No, my beauty. You have proven yourself more than worthy. I have watched you over these many years. I have seen how hard you work, your kind heart; You want to only create beauty in this world and to make me happy. Now it’s my turn to repay the favor.” He took your hands, helping you stand up from the bed. As you moved, your simple robes turned into a beautiful sky-blue dress to compliment his dark tunic.

“Come, my love.” He took your arm in his and escorted you out of the bedroom, down a hallway and out into a beautiful garden. There were flowers and plants you could scarcely imagine. And of course, miles of sunflowers. Small creatures, bunnies you saw in particular, scurried about. And brightly overhead, the sun and air made everything feel fresh and new.

“I hope you like it.” Steven said. “I can imagine you’ll probably spend quite a lot of time out here. If not spent in the library, or my art studio. Or our bed.” Steven teased, wrapping his arm around you and you pulling you close to him in a tight hug. His forwardness making you squeak. You stared up at him, still in shock at what was happening.

“But…why me? There are many other girls in the temple, far more worthy than me. Surely, you would want one of them for a bride.”

“Worthy? Who could be more worthy than you? I told you; I’ve seen you, right down to your soul and every beautiful thought you’ve had.” Steven explained.

“But I have nothing…no status or power. I am not fit to be the lover of a god.” You turned away from him, not wanting him to see you cry. But his only response was to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head and holding tightly.

“Believe me, you are worth more than a thousand of any one of those harpies. They seek only greed and power for themselves and their status. They do not wish to see the beauty in existence, only its next step up. You write beautiful poetry, grow flowers just to admire them, you have always given warmth; you deserve some in return.”

You considered his words. He was right, you’d never once wanted the phenomenal power the gods were said to bestow. Being a child of the temple, you had no family status to speak of, no wealth. You knew those did not bring the happiness and warmth a good book or a warm meal could bring to you. What was money and power if there was no one you loved to share it with? Steven leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Come, I have another room to show you.”

The room he brought you too was enormous. Floor to ceiling windows on 3 walls looked out into the garden you’d been in. Half-finished sketches and paintings were strewn about. The back wall was covered with paintings, drawings, sketches, all beautiful landscapes. Green forests that stretched on for miles, beaches with oceans that blurred into the sky above, and mountains that towered above valleys below.

“Did you make all these?” You said, staring and examining each one.

“I did, and they’re all real. I’ll take you to any of them you want to go and more places even beautiful than those.” Steven promised.

You stopped in front of a painting of a field with a river surrounded by woods. You looked closely and your jaw dropped in recognition when you saw the patch of sunflowers; it was your garden. And you were even more surprised as you leaned in closer to see the river in the painting was actually moving, the leaves on the trees rustled in the wind, and a deer walked slowly into the clearing, ate some grass, then continued off out of view of the page.

“Steven…you…you made this?”

“Yes, my love. I could not speak to you directly, but I could hear you in my temple, every wish and desire. I did my best to make and give you what I could, hoping and waiting you would speak to me directly in the temple.” He said. You smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. But your work certainly is incredible.” He stood next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Thank you, my love. But it all pales in comparison to you.” Your cheeks heated up, suddenly finding the floor very interesting to look at. But Steve cupped your chin, pulling your face back towards his.

“Let your god worship you for once.” He pressed his lips against yours and you somehow seemed to get even warmer. Steven’s arms wrapped around you, scooping you up as if you were weightless and carrying you back towards the bedroom. He set you back on the bed, kneeling next to you to remove your sandals. He placed soft kisses on your ankles and slowly up your legs.

“I promise to be gentile for your first time.” He whispered.

“Steven…” You bit your lip, trying to find the words. “For my first time, I want you; all of you. I want to feel everything…” His blue eyes grew darker.

“If you want to feel, little lamb. I’ll make sure you feel. Lay back on the bed.” You moved to scoot up towards the headboard and your dress disappeared, leaving you in only a pair of yellow panties. “My sunlight.” Steven sighed, his own tunic disappearing as he knelt between your legs. A pair of black undershorts revealed a large bulge that had your thighs clenching. Steve licked his lips.

“So cute. Relax, baby. I’ll make sure you’re good and ready before we get there.” He leaned in to kiss you, taking your hands and bringing them up to grab his hair. “Don’t let go until I say you can.” You bit your lip and nodded. A small “Yes Steven” squeaking past your lips.

“Such a good girl.” He slowly kissed you again before kissing down your neck and chest, pausing to kiss across your breasts before continuing his kisses downward until he reached the hem of your panties. He nudged your thighs apart, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. He inhaled deeply and let out a little moan.

“Your little pussy smells so sweet. I’ll bet you’re soaked for me, aren’t you baby? You should be. I can’t wait to taste this pussy. You’ll have to offer it to your god every day, understood?” You nodded, pressing your hips up and holding his hair tightly, making him groan low.

He moved his hand over your panties, and they seemed to burn away, leaving only a warm tingle between your legs. He winked and you found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at his charisma and powers. He truly was a god but all he wanted was your pleasure.

He hooked one arm under your legs and lifted you up slightly, reminding you of his godly strength. His eyes found yours. His voice was low. “Watch. Watch me feast on my sacrifice.” He wasted no time licking a long streak up your slit. A breathy moan left your lips and he smiled. “Such beautiful sounds you make, little dove. And they’re all mine for all eternity.”

He continued his ministrations, using his fingers on one hand to draw circles around your clit while his tongue licked at every inch of your pussy, lewd sucking noises were absolutely filthy and sinful coming from his divine lips.

“So, fucking good…” he murmured. “And all mine forever.” Using his other hand, he brought two fingers and slowly pushed them into your pussy, rubbing against the special spot you could never quite reach. You had touched yourself once or twice in the solace of your room, but you’d never felt anything near this amazing. His warm touch was setting the rest of your body on fire.

“Steven…please…” You were gripping his hair for dear life, every tug making him groan against you.

“Yes, my love; are you going to cum? I want to taste every drop. You are true ambrosia, nectar of the gods.” He rubbed your clit faster. “Cum my little star. Cum for me.” Your body tightened as you fell into the abyss of pleasure, screaming his name and bucking your hips into his face. He kept his word, licking every part of you he could reach as his hands slowed, letting you ride out the rest of your climax

When you finally came down from your high, you looked down and saw how tightly your thighs were gripping his head. You snapped your legs open.

“I’m sorry…did I hurt you?” But Steven only chuckled, his voice low. He took your hands from his head, kissing your palms and wrists; he climbed bed up the bed to meet you, kissing your lips so that you could taste yourself on him.

“You are worried about hurting me, little lamb." He mused. “Never apologize for that, love. I would happily perish with my head between your thighs if you wished.” Your face heated up and you weren’t sure how to respond. Steven lay next to you, and you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling close to his chest.

“This has to be a dream.” You said, a tear running down your cheek.

“Why do you say that as if you’re expecting me to shove you away at a moment’s notice?” Steven asked, his voice full of concern.

“It’s all I’ve ever known, I suppose. I still do not understand why you have chosen me. Someone so inexperienced, so broken.” At this, Steven looked down at you.

“Oh, sweet thing, A soul that's born in cold and rain knows sunlight. Oh, your love is sunlight.” He kissed you again; then turned you so that you were on top of him. He held your hips tightly and the way he looked at you made you feel even smaller.

“It’s your turn now, little one. Take your pleasure as you see fit.” Fit… when he turned you over, his shorts had vanished, and now you could feel his cock prodding against you. And from what you could feel, you weren’t sure how on earth he WOULD fit. You’d heard some of the other women at the temple boasting about their past experiences. But Steven, you’re sure, would put all their former lovers to shame. He nudged his cock against your ass. You swallowed and adjusted so that you were kneeling over his cock.

“Breathe, little love. There is no rush to our pleasure.” You met his eyes and saw only love and warmth. Letting go of the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, you lowered yourself, gasping as the head of his cock penetrated you.

“Fuck.” You let yourself sink lower, moaning at the feeling of him filling you up as your pussy flexed and squeezed his cock. His hold on your hips tightened as you watched his eyes roll back. Steven moaned and you bit your lip, watching a strong god fall apart. You flexed around him again, but he gave a sharp smack to your ass that made you yelp.

“Don’t get cheeky there, dove. You do not want to test a god’s strength.” He purred. With newfound confidence and strength, fueled by his love and devotion, you smirked and traced your finger down his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.

“I thought you were here for my pleasure.” you said, leaning into kiss him, but biting his bottom lip instead. Steven’s pupils were blown wide with lust.

“You’re waving a red flag in front of a bull darling. If you keep teasing me, I won’t be able to control myself.” Curious, you now steadied yourself on his chest.

“So…what?” you replied kissing him and flexing your muscles again. He groaned into the kiss and took one of his hands from your hips, wrapping it around your throat. When you pulled away from the kiss his eyes were full of hunger and desire, but no malice. Even the grip around your throat was loose enough you had no trouble breathing, but strong enough you could feel his power.

In a flash, you once again found yourself on your back, Steven’s hand still wrapped around your throat. His cock had slipped from your pussy, but he spread your legs wide, teasing your entrance. Steven leaned down close.

“Be careful playing with a god of the sun, little lamb. Or you may wind up burnt.” He warned playfully. But you only smiled up at him, saying “I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty. With wax melted, I'd meet the sea, my sunlight.”

Kissing you passionately, Steven pushed his cock even further in you and making you gasp, feeling like you were going to split in two. He started to move his hips, pulling his cock out slowly, letting you feel every inch before thrusting back in hard. His hand went between your legs, finding your swollen clit and rubbing it. You were already so sensitive from your last orgasm; you both knew it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge. And you could tell Steven was getting closer to when his pace picked up and his thrusts became harder and faster.

“I’m going to fill you, dove. Bind you to me so that we are one heart, thrust one mind thrust one soul.” He grunted. “Forever.”

“Yes…yes…please…I’m yours Steven.” You cried; your hand wrapped around his that was around your throat. You were so warm; every stroke of his cock inside you stoked the flames of desire and lust.

“Cum for me, star. Cum for your god.” Steven said, moaning as he chased his own release. You came even harder than you had earlier as Steven stilled above you and you could feel his cum filling you, making you moan even more.

For a few moments, there was just the sounds of the two of you heavy breathing, your hearts beating together. You felt your muscles tense and relax as you seemed to almost melt into the bed. You opened your eyes to see Steven smiling down at you before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Someday, my love. I’ll have to paint you like this.” Your mind was hazy in post orgasmic fog, and you could only nod. He gathered you in his arms and, still joined together, moved you two together so that you were laying on your sides. Now, in this moment of post coital bliss, you were able to see his face closely. He seemed ageless but weathered at the same time. Like a man who had seen or knew too much.

“I still don’t know if I’m suited to be the lover of a god. My own parents didn’t even want me.” You said. Steven sighed.

“Do not think too harshly of them dove. I saw your parents. Your father was sick, your mother was destitute. They brought you to my temple in hopes of a better future.” You thought on his words. For years, the girls at the temple tormented you, convincing you that you were unwanted, unloved. Now to hear the truth, relief washed over you and you seemed more at peace than ever before. A few tears threatened to fall over. But Steve kissed your cheeks. “Such a weepy bride I have” he joked. You smiled.

“I was often teased for my sensitive nature.” You admitted.

“I know. And it wounded me every time you spoke to me about when it occurred. But it is never a weakness to show compassion and care. That is why I chose you for my bride.”

“You know, I don’t recall an actual engagement.” You teased.

“You’re right. I suppose I’ll have to ask you.” He leaned in close. “One letter at a time...on your pussy.” You squeaked and he smiled, kissing your forehead. “Trust your god little one. I promise you shall want or need for nothing. I will love you and hold you close to my heart for all eternity.” Keeping to his word, he held you closer to his chest and you noticed the blankets had surrounded the two of you. “Rest now, little dove. When you awaken, there will be a great feast to celebrate and welcome you as my bride.” And there you slept. In your shared comfort and warmth.

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thebunnyslibrary · 3 months ago

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This is still one of my favourite fics I've written. And we have the great Alan Rickman in Robin Hood Prince of Thieves to thank for the inspiration. Thank you for reading & reblogging <3

The Price of Loyalty

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You are the Maid (y/n) and the Sheriff of Nottingham has been assigned to guard you. But what happens when he gets a little…too close?

Word Count:2600~

Warnings: Dark!Bucky, Non-Con, Forced Engagement, Bondage, A bit of misogyny , Forced Breeding

a/n: The only excuse I offer is seeing Alan Rickman in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and immediately thinking of Bucky….ENJOY!

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You adjusted your hair in your vanity, humming quietly to yourself. You were hoping to get a ride in today before the sunset, perhaps find some wild flowers to press in your journal. There was a quiet knock at your door.

“Come in!” you called, but you wished you hadn’t when the door opened to find the Sherriff of Nottingham, James Buchanan Barnes, standing there. The sheriff was tall and strapping, with icy blue eyes that could chill a summer’s day into a blizzard. He often kept his hair longer than the rest of the guards, and often took more time between shaves. You allowed yourself to admit that he was physically…quite a man. But everything else about him was rotten to the core.

“What do you want?” you said, venomously.

“Come now, my lady. Where are your manners? What would your uncle think?” He said in a jovial manner, but you could sense the mock in his voice. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“It matters not what my uncle thinks right now, does it? Now, state your business and leave.”

“I’m to escort you on your ride.” He said and you immediately stood and turned to face him.

“Absolutely not. I’m not a child to be watched. And you are most certainly not my caretaker. You’re just the Prince’s lapdog.” You fumed. “And I will not be bullied by the likes of you. Now, leave or I shall have someone remove you.” He stood there for a moment before he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

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thebunnyslibrary · 3 months ago

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Thank you lovely!! I wrote this fic when I was much deeper into the kink scene and I still miss it, because I miss this level of.connection

Thank you for reading <3

Brat

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Bucky’s princess (you) disobeys, he brings you home for punishment

Warnings: ddlg, spanking, vaginal sex, daddy kink, choking, dirty talk. a/n: Hi so this is my first reader fic! Pls be gentile. It’s a little dark here but not really.

Bucky gripped the steering wheel tightly. Trying to focus on the road but beyond pissed. That fucking brat. He’d told her she was grounded this weekend because of the backchat during their last session. But when he’d gotten home, he saw the note. ‘Gone out with the girls! BBL Luv u xoxo.” And that had sent him into a rage. He knew exactly where they were thanks to vision who’d revealed where Wanda, Natasha, and Carol had taken you. He hardly opened his mouth to angrily grunt “This won’t take long. Keep it running.” at the valet before heading to the entrance. The bouncer tried to hold Bucky up due to the long line but one glint of his metal arm and dark fire in his eyes and the bouncer backed off.

Bucky stormed the place like he had stormed a million others during his time as the winter soldier and was met with a wall of sound. Loud voices, the booming music, everything blended together into a symphony of chaos. Thankfully the control he now had over that side of him allowed him to tap into some of those darker places from when he was hunting his target. And right now, you were his target.

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Happy Easter everyone! Hope you've all been good lil bunnies!!

Easter Bunny

Pairing: Soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Shy!Reader

Summary: Easter Brunch with your folks is always special, but even more so this year...

Word Count: 3400~

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Degradation, Daddy Kink, mentions of religion

You always thought it was kind of funny how your mother said Easter was her favorite holiday. Despite Christmas being Jesus’ birthday.

“Darling,” she always explained. “If it weren’t for Easter, Christmas wouldn’t be special.” And in some way that made sense. You didn’t really mind religion; just always made you feel a bit stuffy. But your mother was an absolute sweetheart. Believing anyone and everyone was deserving of God’s love. And you could at least agree to that.

Thus, every year since as long as you could remember, Easter Sunday Morning church, followed by the best brunch at the Riverside. One of the fancier restaurants in town (3 star at its best) did an exquisite Easter brunch. Talked about all around in the whole county and even a bit up towards Columbus. Anyone who was anyone in town was seen there. The Mayor, some senators. Even the governor once or twice. Your parents loved to go and you did too. When you were younger, it was as much fruit and pancakes as you could eat. Now that you were older, it really was a splendid brunch.

Even once you moved out and got a nice little secretary’s job at a law office in Meade, you still made the half hour drive every April or so to join them. Especially since they always paid.

Today was just like every other Easter. You sat in church for the hour or so. The sermon was all about reawakening and hope and it was rather nice. It helped that after the long months of winner, it was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, all the snow and ice was gone. Even the birds seemed to sing along to the hymns. You hummed along, holding your mother’s hand through the whole thing. And you squeezed it just as hard as she squeezed back. Your mother had had a few health scares the last year or so. Nothing that couldn’t be helped, but worrisome all the same. So, you were happy that she was able to be with you.

Afterwards, you drove over in separate cars. You had to be back to work the next day and still had some things to do at your small apartment. Plus, you were able to have a quick cigarette. Your mther always nagged after you to quit but it helped with the stress.

Making your way inside; you three were placed in a lovely booth; your parents on one side, you on the other. You were just wondering about a mimosa when a voice rung out

“Well, if it ain’t the (y/l/n)’s!” You turned to see a man approaching your table. A man indeed. Tall, maybe even more so than your father. A bit chubby around the gut, but he carried himself well. Icy blue eyes seemed to chill the warm air coming in from the outside. He wore a leather jacket over a crisp white shirt and charcoal grey tie. On his jacket was a star.

“Oh, Sherriff Bodecker!” Your dad waved him over before standing up to shake his hand. “(Y/N), you remember we told you Molly got out a few months ago? Lee was the one who found her. Sheriff Bodecker, this is our daughter, (y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? Your folks have talked a lot about you. Is Molly your dog?” He asked. You gave a small smile back. You remembered the day your mother called and told you Molly had gotten out. You called home every day that week until your father told you that she’d been found. And this nice man, this nice strong man, was the one to find her.

“Yes, we got Molly just a few years before I moved out. She was my best friend for a long while. Thank you for saving her.” You said.

“Not a problem, darlin.” He purred.

“Why don’t you join us?” your mother invited him.

“It would be an absolute pleasure. You mind scooching over, sweetheart?” You were a little unsure how to feel. He seemed like a kind and caring person, but you almost got a feeling there was something darker beneath the surface before the eyes. But you found yourself scooching over and he squeezed in next to you.

“So, I’ve heard a lot about you from your parents, (y/n). But what about you?” The sheriff inquired. “What do you think of you?” You thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to introduce yourself.

“Well, I suppose. I’m a bit of a bookworm, but I like to sew and bake.” You told him, wishing you had something more interesting to say.

“Oh really. Did you make all those pretty pillows and blankets your mama gave me?” Your face heated up.

“She gave you those?” you asked. She’d mentioned she’d passed one or two along to the neighbors.

“Yep, kept me nice and cozy last winter. What do you like to bake, sweetheart?” He asked and you squirmed at the attention.

“Definitely apple crisp; I add just a bit of extra cinnamon, and I soak the apples in a little honey whiskey. Gets a real nice crisp.”

“Sounds absolutely delicious,” His voice was low, and you felt even warmer. He turned his attention back to the menu “What’re y’all thinking of ordering?”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure…maybe a nice omelet?” your mother mused.

“Well, you folks order whatever you want. I’m buying.” He offered and your eyes widened.

“That’s very kind of you, Sheriff.” You said.

“Oh please, darling. Call me Lee.” He insisted, a twinkle in his eye. You gave a small nod in return.

As your eyes roved over the menu, you suddenly decided what sounded perfect right now.

“A stack of French toast, with a little extra syrup,” you told the waitress.

“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you make it 2?” Lee requested. Your mother ordered eggs benedict, and your father a T-Bone and eggs.

“I see I’m not the only one with a real sweet tooth. So, your mama says you work as a legal secretary. Nice to meet another enforcer of the law” he gave you a wink and you stammered.

“Oh well, I don’t do anything… enforcing really. Just keep track of clients, pay the electric bill, open the mail.”

“Yeah, but you gotta be real smart to do all that.” On and on it went through brunch. He would pay you little compliments, ask questions, anything he could do to engage you.

You weren’t sure how to feel, no man had ever given this much attention. Especially one as powerful and seemingly well respected as the sheriff. Several times through brunch, some people came up to say hello to the sheriff, and subsequently your parents. Even more subsequently, you. And all through the whole meal, you kept stealing little glances at him. And once or twice, he was staring back at you. The third time you met his eyes, you felt overwhelmed and decided you need to step out for a cigarette.

You were sitting in the backseat of your car, smoking and trying to collect your thoughts. Did the sheriff like you? Surely being the sheriff, he could have any woman in town. Why you?

“Ain’t this a cute little car?” A voice snapped you from your thoughts. You turned and there was the sheriff leaning over your back seat passenger side window

“You alright? You been out here for a while. Your folks wanted me to check on you.” His eyes flicked between you and the cigarette. And a small smirk played at his lips. “Now, what’s a good little girl like you doing smoking?” he teased, hardly giving you time to answer before he opened your passenger door and sat in the seat next to yours.

“Y’know, I’ve heard about these here Volkswagen’s. Guess it’s true what they say, plenty of room in the backseat.” He scooched a little closer towards you, laying one arm on the seat behind you. “You ever sat in the backseat of a car with a boy, darlin?”

“Well…there was once…” you thought back to when Bobby Fischer had you in his truck some night. You didn’t know how it happened. But you only remember bobby jamming his tongue down your throat and fingers up your skirt. He rubbed around inside a little before asking if you’d cum. You’d been so painfully shy in high school that you just nodded. He kissed you back and took you home afterwards.

“Tell me darling, has a boy ever touched you here?” He rested one of his large calloused hands on your thigh. Your brain flashed back to Bobby Fischer and you closed your thighs with a squeak, making him chuckle

“Whatcha thinking, bunny?” Bunny. The name made you squirm and squeeze your thighs together.

“I just…uhm…I dunno.” You bit your lip pensively. His hand rubbed along the inside of your thigh was making you heat up very quickly. You took another puff off your cigarette. As you exhaled, he plucked the thing from your fingers, taking a puff of his own before setting it to rest on the window sill. His brazenness and his steely gaze had your hands wringing.

“I just wasn’t sure…why you would find me worth paying so much attention to.” You squeaked out. And he grinned back, wolfishly.

“Awe my sweet little bunny. Well let’s see. You’re probably one of the prettiest little things I ever laid eyes on. And hearing all your mama’s kind words, I think you’re more than just pretty as an angel. I think you may be one.”

One of his large hands moved over your breasts before moving up to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently. His other hand moved up your thighs, moving under your dress. “Now, open these back up for Daddy, little Bunny. I’m not some little boy just looking to rub and run. I’m gunna make you feel real good.”

Feeling him squeeze around your throat made you gasp and open your legs almost involuntarily. His fingers ran up the silk fabric of your panties.

“Aw baby. Look at you being all fancy. Didn’t even know it but you were wearing these for me.” He licked his lips while moving his fingers up and down your clothed slit. “And already so wet. Aren’t you just the most precious thing? Now come sit on daddy’s lap.” The hand between your legs patted his lap, inviting you over. But something gave you pause. You shook your head and he growled.

“That wasn’t a request, little girl. I said, get over here.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You still squirmed against him as he pulled you across to straddle him. He gave you a sharp slap to your ass through your dress. “When Daddy tells you to do something, slut, you do it. Am I clear?” He slapped your ass again and tears formed in your eyes.

“Lee please…wait….” You whimpered, suddenly feeling very flustered and unsure. He leaned back and his eyes raked over you. “I just…uhm…why do you…?” you wanted to ask so many things but your mind was a haze of new found attention, lust and fear.

“Why do you…why do you say those things? And why do you wanna make me feel good?” you asked, clutching at his chest beneath his shirt. His thumb and forefinger held your chin, making you stare into those steel blue eyes. His lips curled up into a dangerous smirk.

“Such a cute dumb little baby, don’t even know what you want. The question you should be asking is why is your little pussy getting so wet from those things, huh?” He purred. He bucked his hips just a little so you could feel his cock through his pants. The size had you a little worried. One of your girlfriends in college had snuck you one of her “special toys” and you used it once or twice, but it didn’t feel near as big as what you could feel underneath you. “But don’t you worry darling. Daddy is going to take good care of what’s his.” The hand that had been fondling you through your panties undid his fly. “Pull your panties aside, baby.” You bit your lip in pause. You knew what was going to happen, but the thought still made you nervous. The hand holding your chin wrapped around your neck, squeezing harder than before.

“Now you listen here. I got no problem cuffing your hands back and taking what I want all on my own. But I’m giving you a chance to my good girl, and I’ll take real good care of you. You can be my pretty little housewife, raise my pretty little kids,” Lee offered. Then, he met your eyes and you could see his gaze soften a bit. "And besides, think of how proud your mama will be. You on the sheriff’s arm." Those words stuck in your heart. You, on the sheriff’s arm? Your mama would be so happy. After so much pain and strife through her health crisis, you wanted to make her happy more than anything in the world. You nodded.

“Yes Lee. Alright.” You were rewarded with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“Such a good little girl. But you gotta call me daddy, understood?” You paused for a moment before nodding again

“Yes, daddy.” You surrendered, moving your hands down his chest, feeling how strong he was and you bit your lip. As your hands moved between your legs, you looked down for the first time and saw his cock. Definitely bigger than the toys. You gulped nervously and Lee chuckled.

“Don’t you worry, little bunny. Daddy’ll make it fit so you can bounce up down on his big cock. Why don’t you rub your little clit for me? I know you’re soaked, but I want your pussy absolutely dripping for me.” Doing as he said, you pulled your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit back and forth slowly, teasing yourself.

“Look at my good little slut, touching her pussy for daddy. You been thinking about me all morning, haven’t you? I saw you looking at me.” His words mixed with the pleasure of rubbing your clit had you breathing heavier. “You looked real pretty in that there church. Especially from behind. My good little bunny. I can smell how wet your little pussy is. You must really want daddy’s big fat cock in you, filling you up. Don’t ya?” He growled. You could only nod in response as you felt cock against you.

“Such a dumb bunny. My dumb cockhungry bunny.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Tell me what a naughty little whore you are.” He ordered.

“I’m...I’m a little whore, daddy.” You panted out.

“Yeah, you are. You like that baby? You like being my little slutty bunny?” You felt the head of his cock push in you and your back arched, pressing your chest against his.

“Fuck, such a pretty little baby I got myself. Gunna lay you out on my bed. Fill you with my cock over and over again til you’re all round with my babies.” His cock stretched you, making you feel like you’d split in two. But you couldn’t help the way you clenched around him in pleasure. “You like when I’m mean to you? Or when I press little kisses to your lips.” He did as he described and while his face was still close to yours, he squeezed your throat and said “Or maybe, maybe you like both. You wanna pretend you’re all quiet and innocent, but deep down you like being told what a little dumb bunny you are.” He pressed his lips to yours fiercely before thrusting the rest of his cock up into you, making you gasp that turned into a whine. He started rocking his hips, making you bounce up and down.

“Fuck darling, can feel that tight little pussy clenching around me. I don’t know how long I can last…” he threatened, his hand squeezing your throat, spots forming in your vision. “Want you to cum for me, cum so hard. You’re mine now bunny, all mine.” He growled and kisses you deeply. He thrusted his hips up harder and faster, and your mind went blank with nothing but pleasure. “You needed this bunny. Needed Daddy to take you, make you his. Gunna look so pretty on my arm. My perfect little angel.” He murmured. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and moved you faster.

“Fuck your pussy is so perfect babygirl. Gunna fuck you every damn day everywhere I can. Gunna have you cum all over my tongue. I can’t wait to taste you bunny. You getting close, bunny?” Words failed you at the moment. The best you could do was nod with a whine as your climax got closer and closer.

“You must be close if I fucked you so stupid you can talk. My whiny needy baby. Can feel your pussy squeezing the life outta my dick. I want you to cum for me, bunny. Cum and show me who you belong to.” A few more thrusts and you did as he told you.

Your eyes screwed shut and you saw stars as you rode him through your orgasm. And as you bounced up and down, you felt him cumming in you, filling you up, just like he promised. You slowed to a halt before collapsing against his chest. Both of you were breathing heavy and the warm spring air felt even hotter. Lee’s big strong arms wrapped around you and softly rubbed your back. The tenderness of the gesture shocked you and you looked up at him.

“Lee… did you…did you really mean all that? Wanting me to be yours, on your arm and everything?” you asked, scared that this hot passionate moment would be nothing more. He smirked. “Depends what you mean, sweetheart. All that nice stuff about being my girl? Or that stuff ‘bout being my little fuckbunny?” You stammered a moment, your mind still in a post orgasmic haze. But Lee only chuckled and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Course I meant it darling. You’re all mine now. Mine to cherish…and mine to fuck.” He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. “And I definitely meant it when I told you to call me Daddy.” He added in a growl. “Now we’re going to go back in there, and I’m going to go in there and tell your folks about your brand-new job as my little secretary. We’ll give it a month or so, and we’ll get hitched. Especially before you start to show.” He ended that with a wink and you felt your face heat up. You’d never given much thought to children. But Lee seemed a good enough man as any to have them.

“But you gotta promise to be my good little bunny, okay? Especially gotta bake me some of that delicious apple crisp, okay sugar?” He added with a wink.

“Yes daddy.” You smiled back, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. But a sense of relief and comfort washed over you.

The two of you adjusted and straightened yourselves. You both took a hit from the cigarette before making your way back inside.

“Sorry about that, folks.” Lee spoke up. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Not to worry, Lee.” Your mother responded before pausing. “(y/n) were you smoking? You told me you quit.” But before you could stammer an excuse, Lee spoke up again.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. (y/l/n), that was me. I quit drinking a while back but took up smoking. I’ve been trying to cut down though. Guess (y/n) must’ve caught a bit of me while we were outside talking.”

“Oh, what’d you two talk about?” your father asked.

“Well, I’m happy to announce I have some news. Our secretary Gertrude is retiring next month to be with her grandkids. But I’d like to announce I also just offered your daughter a job. She’ll be moving back home.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” your mother cried, standing up to hug you tight. Your father shook Lee’s hand in congratulations.

As your mother hugged you, she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” And those words solidified the decision in your mind. Everyone sat back down and brunch continued.

Under the table, Lee took your hand and gave it a squeeze. And you found yourself squeezing back.

#lee bodecker x reader #dark!lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker x reader #Lee Bodecker #the devil all the time #dark fic

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thebunnyslibrary · 4 months ago

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Masterpiece

Pairing: Vampire!Loki x Reader

Summary: A self care day at the art museums leads to a chance encounter with an extremely handsome and seemingly perfect man. But is he your prince charming, or are you a damsel in distress?

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Dub/Non-Con, Kidnapping, Manipulation/Hypnosis (Vampiric powers), Bondage/Shibari, Degredation

A cold rainy Saturday might’ve inspired most people to go back to bed. But for you it was a perfect day for a self-date to the art museum. Dressing in a dark green sweater dress and heeled boots; you decided to bring along your rainbow umbrella to add a splash of color to set against the gloomy weather.

A quick breakfast from your favorite café helped get the day off to an even better start. And a planned takeout on the way home where a good book and your vinyls were waiting for you at the end. Right now, though, sat on the plush museum bench, you let out a breath in frustration as you erased your lines for the 3rd time. You understood why art museums had dim lighting to preserve the works, that didn’t exactly make it easier for you to draw.

Art had always called to you. You loved the way artists mixed color and shapes to create such beautiful images. The best you could do were nice recreations; nothing that made anyone excited or interested. All your life you’d heard halfhearted “That’s nice’s” from people you knew. Your

That didn’t stop you from enjoying yourself and having fun, though. Having to be your own cheerleader was hard, but you were loud enough for a whole squad. Just cause you chose not to make your living in art, doesn’t mean you couldn’t indulge. Thankfully, clerical work paid for your small shoebox apartment and some art supplies to keep you fulfilled. Still the one thing you wish you had was someone to share it with. The old ladies at the library you volunteered at and a few coworker friends were great, but nothing ...extraordinary.

“What a lovely drawing” a rich, velvet, British voice shook you from your thoughts and you looked up into an absolutely mesmerizing pair of green eyes. It took you a moment before you could look away and see how handsome the rest of him was.

Inky black hair framed an angular jaw. He was tall, easily looming over you, but you didn’t feel threatened. He wore a crisp grey suit blazer, a perfect match to the clouds overhead, with a white shirt underneath and black Armani matching shoes and pants. But what you admired was the green pocket handkerchief a perfect match his eyes. His eyes sparkled even in the low light of the museum like two emeralds..

“Oh…uhm…thank you,” you said as he sat down next to you.

“Have you done any other drawings?” he asked. He must just be waiting for his partner, you thought. Someone as sexy as him had to be here with someone.

“Yes, I have.” You replied, your voice flat but polite.

“May I see them?” That caught your attention. No one had ever asked to see more of your drawings. But here was this prince charming of a man doing just that.

“Oh, I …yes… I just don’t want to keep you from anyone,” you started. This had to be good to be true.

“Not at all, doll.” He smiled at his rhyme. “My name is Loki.”

“Loki, rhymes with lucky. Well, kind of.” You joked back, telling him your name. You offered your hand to shake his, but Loki surprised you by taking your hand and pressing it to his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt your face heating up. You were starting to feel like a giddy school girl.

“Lovely to meet you. Now, please show me what other artists you’ve paid homage to with your talents.” He purred. You offered him your sketchbook and he flipped through, slowly. Until he came upon your rendition of Starry Night by Van Gogh. “Extraordinary.” Loki’s eyes met yours and you suddenly found yourself feeling very shy. “Your pallet of blues and greens are a match for Vincent himself.”

“Oh, it’s just a recreation.” You said, trying to brush away the compliment. Loki’s voice held it’s charismatic charm.

“And? You still recreated it yourself. Not to mention your personal addition of a mix of purple. Besides, I think Vincent would have felt just as bashful about someone drawing his work.” Loki’s words sent butterflies rushing you through your belly and you were beaming with pride

“You speak as if you know him.” Loki smiled but didn’t answer you. He flipped through the rest of your drawings before handing your book back. “You have a keen eye. I’d love to walk around for a while with a such an artistic spirit.” All thoughts of your drawing abandoned, you packed up your things and joined him as he left the exhibit and strolled to the next one.

The two of you spent the rest of the morning wandering the exhibits and it almost started to feel like a date; your first in a long time. Loki lavished you with attention and compliments, and seemed to hang on every word you said. You kept looking at his lips and it seemed every time you did, he was looking at you and biting them. You hoped it was because he was thinking about kissing you, but he never did.

Around mid-day, the two of you decided to have a quick lunch. The museum had a small restaurant attached where students from the local culinary school got experience.

“I only ask you avoid anything with garlic.” Loki requested. “I have a severe allergy. Might I suggest a steak?. I hear it’s absolutely delicious.”

“Oh, that sounds great. I love a good rare steak.”

After lunch, you and Loki toured the rest of the museum, and of course that meant a trip to the gift shop.

“Choose anything you like, little artist. My gift to you.” Loki said and your heart swelled. You weren’t really materialistic, but that had to mean this was a date, right? You had to make sure to get Loki’s number before you both left. Looking around for a little while, you chose a nice oil paint set.

You also grabbed a book of queer poetry the museum was selling to celebrate their new queer art exhibit, and a set of Vincent van Gogh sticky notes (his ear slowly disappeared the more you used). Since Loki had offered you just the one gift, you went to pay for the book and the notes yourself, but he gladly took all three items up to the register.

“Oh Loki, that’s okay. You don’t have to...” But another pearly white grin made you pause.

“I know I don’t. But you deserve it.” You easily hand over the items and you were sure little cartoon heart bubbles were appearing over your head. Strolling out of the museum you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Loki was kind, funny, caring., everything you could want.

A car pulled up to the sidewalk where you two were standing and Loki opened the door, looking at you expectantly. But you were confused. Shouldn’t you be leaving, alone? But you weren’t moving to do that either. Suddenly you were frozen to the sidewalk. Loki tilted his head and let out a small sigh. Blinking slowly and when his eyes opened, they were a crimson red.

“Well now, it seems my influence didn’t work as strong as I planned. No matter, I can easily remedy this. Give me your hand.” You did as he asked, only for the first time noticing how he’d been subtly ordering you around today. Before you could ask another question, Loki smiled and you saw two white fangs in his mouth.

“I won’t be able to have my full taste of you now, but it’s the quickest way to get you to obey. This may hurt, but just don’t scream.” He ordered before biting down and it did hurt, but all that seemed to come to was a whimper. He drank from you for a moment before pulling your wrist away. “Just as sweet as I imagined.” Loki said with a small groan, as if it pained him to stop. “Come now, little artist.” With no hesitation, you climbed into the SUV with Loki and off it drove.

“Loki, what’s…what’s going on?” you felt like all day had been a pleasant dream and now you were waking into a real nightmare.

Ignoring your question, another thing you noticed he’d been doing all day, Loki leaned over and pulled you closer to him; arranging you to be kneeling in his lap. His hands gripped your thighs firmly but the way he rubbed his thumbs back and forth felt intimate and caring. And you couldn’t mistake the feeling of his very hard cock against your bottom.

The car took a hard turn and you grabbed onto Loki’s shoulders to steady yourself. You found yourself looking at his face, wanting to avoid eye contact but the only other option was to stare at his fangs. Currently on display in a smirk that was dangerous, no matter how alluring.

“Did you know, little artist, that human heartbeats are unique? Each one has a different pitch. You humans can’t detect it with all your scientific equipment though. It’s something only a vampire can sense. And darling, your little heart was singing so sweetly for me. A song of loneliness.” Loki said. You couldn’t tell if was mocking you or genuine, turning your head in embarrassment.

But Loki held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Foolish humans can’t recognize true beauty when they see it. A lovely specimen like yourself, but not a one amongst them wanting to treasure you. I suppose if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” And for the first time that afternoon, Loki finally kissed you. The taste of your blood still lingered on his tongue, but rather than be disgusted and push him away, you found your hands clasping on to his blazer tighter.

When you finally had to pull away to breathe, Loki smiled. “What a treasure I have.”

“I don’t...I don’t understand.” You panted out. Your mind was feeling floaty. The part of you thinking you should fight back was giving way to how wonderful you felt. Surely something bad couldn’t make you so happy.

“Luckily, you don’t have to understand, little artist.” Loki said, teasing with the edge of your sweater. “You just have to keep doing what you’re doing now; dress in my colors and be my tasty little morsel. In return ’ll shower you with whatever you want for as long you live”. A dark glint flashed in his eye “Or however long I let you live.”

Fear edged it’s way back into your senses with a whimper but he chuckled mischievously. “Oh, don’t worry, darling. With how sweet you taste, I don’t think I’ll disposing of you for quite some time. Perhaps ever.” He leaned in close so his lips were nearly touching yours. “Especially with how wet I can feel you’re getting.” You hadn’t thought of it too much during the day, but you knew it was true. It’d been so long since you’d had sex, all the attention today had been stoking your desire. He leaned back, smiling.

“You were so lonely, feeling invisible. But really you were just waiting for someone to see you. Absolutely adorable.”

You should be stopping yourself. You shouldn’t be loving this like you do. But you didn’t know whether it truly was his influence, your own desire. All you knew was you couldn’t stop yourself from biting your lip and grinding against Loki’s lap.

“Oh dear. What a little slut I’ve acquired. Good girls don’t grind against a complete stranger’s lap.” Suddenly, he pushed your sweater and bra up completely, exposing your chest. “It’s a good thing I like dirty little sluts.” His touch on your chest was ice cold, fondling your breasts before pinching your nipple, making you moan and squirm more in his lap

“You don’t need to make art, little one. You ARE art. And with me, you shall become a masterpiece.” He leaned in to kiss and nibble at your neck, a spot that had always been excessively sensitive for you. “Oh, to ravish you right here, right now. But my masterpiece must have a proper framing.” He leaned back in his seat, but left you in his lap fully exposed.

“Loki…please…I need you…” you begged, clutching at his suit jacket; hoping to entice him more.

“I know love, but I’m right here.” He brought his arms around you and drew you close to him. Though not exactly warm, Loki's body was not ice cold like his hands. You didn’t realize how it had truly been someone had held you like this until you were here. It felt, safe. Despite the fact you shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t want to be here, you found yourself nestling closer, and grinding just a little against Loki’s lap., teasing him ever so. But this time, Loki applied a soft smack to your ass.

“Now now, little one. If I can be patient, so must you be.” Loki chuckled as he stroked your hair. “Besides, I meant what I said today. Most mortals don’t know how to appreciate art. You certainly do. I’m sure you must appreciate the bard.” He said. You heard him tapping away at his phone. “Normally I prefer to read an actual book. You’ll have to see my library.” Another moment passed before Loki began reading to you. Shakespearean sonnets. You recognized your favorite.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

You looked up at him and admired the mischief in his eyes; playful but with no malice. “Have you ever wondered who that sonnet was about, little artist?” he said with a wink and you couldn’t help giggling. You looked out the window and saw the car had driven out of the city and out into a more rural wooded area.

“Though not immediately deadly, my skin is far more susceptible to sunshine than yours. The woods also give us plenty of privacy.” One second Loki spoke like prince charming from a fairy tale; the next, the villain of the story. And both sides seemed bent on only getting a reaction from you. This time it was to shake, whether from excitement or fear you didn’t know. Loki chuckled

“Don’t worry, pet. Your master will keep you safe from the things that go bump in the night.” You pulled in the driveway of a beautiful stone Tudor cabin, though manor might’ve been a better word for it. Two stories of grey stone and grayish-green walls that almost seemed to camouflage the house. An illusion only helped by standing above an underground driveway built into a hillside. From the driveway a winding cobblestone pathway lined with lavender led to a wooden front door.

“Yes, I suppose it is a lot for just one. Luckily, I have someone to share it with now.” Loki said and you turned to him in shock. He let out a chuckle before kissing your forehead. “I can hear all those pretty little thoughts. Even the sad, lonely ones you don’t want to admit to yourself.”

Loki cradled your cheek gently and even though you weren’t sure you should, you let yourself meet his eyes. “You may not believe me, but I promise I speak with no influence. I know you have longed for someone to love you, support you, care for you as much as you care for those around you. And that kind heart, thoughtful mind, and beautiful soul call to me just as much as the delicious blood running through your veins. And I intend to indulge in both for a rather long time. I want you to say ‘Yes Loki’ to show you understand and accept me. Please.”

Somewhere, deep in your heart and mind, you chose to believe him. If a vampire wanted you dead, you already would be. He’d made no move to harm you. Quite the opposite in fact.

“Yes, Loki.” You answered, smiling warmly.

“Good girl.” He said, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. As the car pulled up to the front door of the home, you asked him

“Loki, can I please…pull my shirt down?” He pondered for a moment.

“Yes, but only until we are inside. Then I want you to strip entirely.” You felt slight relief at the being able to cover up as Loki’s driver came around to open the door.

“Thank you, Jeeves.” Loki nodded cordially to him

“My pleasure sir. Madam.” He gave you a friendly nod. You briefly thought of saying something to him, but would the driver believe you if you did? Instead gave him a small smile.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Anytime, my lady.”

“Shall we?” Loki asked, offering you his hand to lead you up to the front door.

“Loki, does he…?” you couldn’t resist asking.

“You’d be surprised what people will believe or accept for a paycheck. Thankfully, I don’t need to keep much staff; only a driver and a house keeper who comes twice a week. I tend to keep a neat household.” He eyed you playfully with a small tickle to your side. “Though it will be interesting actually having to ‘grocery shop.’” You let out another chuckle, a little shocked at how normal this could feel.

“I have a full kitchen.” Loki said. “It was easier to build a house with one than explaining why I don’t need one to human contractors. Plus, it gives me a place to store blood.”

“Where do you get that?” You asked as Loki opened the door for you, a bit more confidence in your voice. If Loki was going to read your thoughts anyways, you could at least choose to be verbal and open in your side of the communication.

“You’re not the first mortal I’ve lured…through my door,” he explained, shutting the actual door behind you. “I’ve collected a supply over the years.” He hung his suit jacket up, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his well toned fore arms.

“And did those mortals…go back out the door?” you asked. Loki paused, smiling at you as he took your umbrella and bag from you. For a moment you weren’t sure if this would be another question Loki would actually answer or not.

“Some. Though not always in the same way they did. Now, I do believe we are inside.” You bit your lip as you undressed slowly. You weren’t used to walking around fully naked but the way Loki stared at you certainly helped any self-consciousness wash away. You found yourself wanting to pose for him, show off a little.

“Beautiful. Come along, little artist. Let me show you your new home.” With one arm around your waist, Loki led you down a hallway.

Leaning into the rustic yet refined nature of a Tudor cabin; Loki’s…your…home felt warm and natural. Dark hardwood floors complimented emerald green walls. Golden metal fixtures added a royal feeling to the whole place. Not to mention the wonderful art and posters decorating the walls in golden frames. Including…

“Is that…Starry Night?”

“It’s only a recreation, but one done but by Vincent himself.” Loki mused.

“Just how well did you know this man?” You couldn’t help but ask. Loki thought for a moment, smiling as he reminisced.

“To borrow a crude mortal saying, the carpets matched the drapes.” He finally answered, making you snort in laughter as you moved along to the kitchen.

Loki was right. The kitchen was immaculate. But more modern looking than the rest of the house. Slate grey tiles complemented the black marble counter tops and grey wooden cabinets. with grey tiled floor. Chrome appliances included an 8-range burner and a dual oven would’ve made any baker salivate.

“My mother would faint to see a kitchen so clean.” You said, admiring the view out the window, seeing a lovely garden that backed up to the forest.

“Don’t be fooled. I told the designers to go with darker colors because blood on white tiles would have me living in an Alfred Hitchcock movie.”

“Did you know him too?” You asked, incredulously. Loki chuckled and you felt him press against you from behind. You’d gotten used to being naked but the sudden chill at the feeling of his hands on your exposed skin had you feeling very exposed.

“Do you cook little one?” Loki asked, kissing along your neck and shoulders.

“Some things.” You breathed. “I suppose I’ll have to cross garlic off the menu.” Loki chuckled.

“Perhaps. But being around for quite some time, I’ve found a good spice mix that takes its place. Now, lean against the counter and spread your legs for me, pet,” You leaned and did so, giving him full access to your pussy. His left hand dipped between your legs while his right held your body close to his. His voice purred in your ear.

“Did you know little artists, humans tend to smell like what they last ate?” His middle finger began drawing small circles around your clit. “And you just smelled so delicious. English tea…and blueberries.” You could feel Loki’s smile against your neck. “Even though I don’t eat, I’ll make sure my little pet gets fed the most delicious foods.” You tried to focus on what he was saying but all you could feel was his hand between your legs, not doing enough to bring you to climax but just enough to drive you crazy.

“Come now, little artist. I have another room I promised to show you.” Loki’s sudden withdrawal of his hands had your knees almost buckling, but you steadied yourself on the counter. With a frustrated sigh, something Loki smirked at, you followed after him.

But you were glad that you did as Loki lead you to the library he’d mentioned. Walls upon walls all lined with books. A central sitting area had an incredibly comfortable looking plush chair set in front of a fireplace. It was like you’d always imagined.

“Plenty of room to paint or draw in as well.” Loki pointed out. You were pleasantly surprised at the sound system. A turntable set in a wooden cabinet with dual speakers and a modern faceplate.

“The directions said it can connect to phones as well, but the record player was most important to me. The best way mortals have thought to preserve music.” His words did make you think of one thing you’d nearly forgotten.

“Loki, I have some…personal, irreplaceable other things at my…old… home…” you weren’t sure what you’d call it now. “could we go pick them up please?”

“Absolutely, pet. Now. I’ve saved the best room last.” You knew what that meant. And this time you were quicker to follow him, full of anticipation. Loki led you to a double set of doors. But before he turned the handles to open them, he turned to you, meeting your eyes.

“Outside of the bedroom, I am rather lenient and want you to be comfortable. Behind these doors, however, I am your king, your god. But that doesn’t mean I wish you true harm. You will address me as master, but if something I do causes you serious, dangerous harm, your safe word is frost. Understood?” The seriousness of his voice could’ve given you fear, but you felt safe and secure as you replied.

“Yes, Loki.” Loki arched an eye brow at your address. “You said, in the bedroom.” You said, trowing a smirk back at hum, unafraid to let a little sass slide.

“Clever, pet.” Loki opened the doors, revealing a beautiful bedroom. Hard wood floors covered by a plush looking area rug Several more bookshelves lined the walls, along with a vintage looking writing desk. A wooden bedframe that matched the floors dominated the space with beautiful dark green sheets.

“Kneel on the bed for me, pet.”

“Yes Master.” You answered, climbing up and relishing in the softness of his blankets. You felt like you were kneeling on a cloud. But unsure of how to position your hands and settling to rest them on your thighs you saw Loki admiring you as he did the paintings today.

“Exquisite.” The feeling made a shiver of anticipation run down your spine, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing a lithe but toned body. “Do you like what you see, pet? Tell me.”

“Yes, Master.” You expected him to remove his pants, next. But instead, he went to a dresser, reaching into the top drawer to pull out a beautiful gold colored rope. “I told you that you would be my masterpiece. Another thing you learn from living so long is all of the body’s most sensitive spots. And how to stimulate them simultaneously.”

Loki went over to one of the shelves, thumbing through the records and pulling one out to set on the player. He turned back to you with a smile as smooth jazz of Miles Davis filled your ears and not just the physical ones too.” He then lit some candles scent of red berries, jasmine, and plum washed over the space, making your head swim. Stimulated was certainly the right word for how you were feeling.

Loki studied you for a few moments, and you lifted your head confidently, his gaze and everything he’d done were all working together, making you feel sensual and desired.

“So perfect for me. And all mine.” Loki mused, starting to tie the ropes. First, he wrapped ropes around your legs, binding them in a bent position before attaching them to your hands behind your back. Then he encircled your breasts, squeezing them just enough to make them sensitive but not painful.

Every knot he tied was punctuated with a kiss or a little nibble to your skin. Usually followed by a whimper or a moan from you; occasionally a giggle when Loki found a ticklish spot, which he seemed to take special note of. The most sensitive knot though was the one Loki tied just at your clit. Just like you’d grinded against Loki’s lap earlier, you couldn’t help trying to get some friction, but the knot was tied perfectly to apply the same level of pressure no matter how you moved.

“Lokiii…” you whined, which earned a smack to your pussy.

“I’m sorry, you were ordered to call me something, weren’t you, slut?” Loki hissed. “Unless you’d like your master to take full control?” He warned.

“No…Master.” You whimpered in response. You’d gotten too comfortable, unwittingly test a boundary that you thought was a security net, but was revealed to really electric fence; appearing harmless but if you tested it, you would be hurt. Loki’s expression softened.

“Good girl.” Loki gave you a boop to the nose, but with the way your body was tied, you found yourself falling backwards into the plushness of his bed. You looked and saw he was turned away from you, undoing his pants. But that gave you a great view of his ass. Your hands clenched as you had the thought of giving it a hard squeeze. After all, fair is fair, right?

“Oh just wait, pet. The best is yet to…come,” he turned. His zipper was undone and he’d pulled his cock out of his boxers. He was, stroking it languidly and you were a little stunned at the size. You’d felt him earlier but even still. Loki joined you on the bed, settling between your spread legs so his cock was just brushing against your entrance.

“You are positively dripping for me, little artist. So desperate for me to claim you. To be a vampire’s whore. Is that what you are, slut? My little blood bag to fuck and feed from?”

“Ye-yes Master” you panted trying to buck your hips up “Please fuck me.” At that Loki leaned in and you thought he might kiss you but as he thrusr his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside you, he bit down hard on your neck. The pleasure and pain making you scream as your toes curled. Loki drank from you as his hips set a steady pace. When he pulled away, his lips lowered to your ear.

“So warm, so tight, so perfect. No wonder your heart called to me, pet. Your cunt was made for me.” Loki growled, leaning up to grin down at you wolfishly, only helped by the fangs. Your blood was dripping from his lips but that image only drove you crazier with desire. Loki’s cock was stretching you better than your toys ever had; only heightened by the knot against your clit and the edge he’d kept you on all afternoon. It wasn’t long before you could feel your climax building.

“Master, please… it’s so good,” you moaned.

“Such a wanton slut. My little morsel. You want your master’s cum, filing you and claiming you as mine?” His thrusts increased in pace and pressure, fucking you harder and faster. His hands holding your hips with a firm grasp you were sure would leave bruises.

“Bruises, reminding you who belong to. I have such delicious plans for you. Binding you to display you wherever I want, using my control to make you cum over and over again until you’re broken before me.” His words and promises only fueled you more and your pussy was clenching his cock, ready to cum.

“Master, please may I cum?” you begged, so desperate from the incredible pleasure Loki’d given you. You’d had a few sexual encounters in the past, but nothing like this.

“Yes, yes, you will cum for me. With the knowledge I’ve ruined you for any subpar pleasure some mortal man would try to give you. You. Are Mine.” His words were punctuated by extra hard thrusts and the last one finally made the coil snap. Your body tensed in blinding pleasure as Loki again bit down into the other side of your neck. The light headedness only heightening the experience as you felt him still above you, cumming deep within you.

Loki reached down and fiddled with a knot by your knees and you stretched slowly as you were able to unbind your legs, even if you were still wearing the rope like some bizarre set of tights

“Oh don’t worry, little artist. I have plenty of ways to bend your body to my will, I won’t have to force your mind at all.” His hands stroked your hair so gently, while his lips left kisses lighter than air along your neck. Your hands, still bound in the rope, did not feel like handcuffs. In fact, you decided to tease Loki by scratching his back with the ropes.

“Mmm…just a little lower, love. That feels delightful.” You both giggled and he placed quick kisses to your lips. “It’s been quite some time since I shared my bed with someone; at least someone I planned to spend more than one night with.” Loki confessed.

“It’s been a while for me too. I’ve done okay by myself but sometimes…” you trailed off.

“One thing I will certainly do, little artist; is teach you to live deliciously.” The last word rolled off his tongue and he pulled you into one more kiss. His touch felt like a cool pillow on a warm night. You felt the soft, silken blankets being wrapped around both of you and let yourself wash away into a blissful haze of sleep.

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