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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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Rainbow Connections

summary. A trip to Provincetown, MA to celebrate pride leads to an unexpected meeting...

characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader

word count.

warnings. Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage

an. HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!! <3

Masterlist

Growing up, the closet door for you was made of glass. You’d learned quickly not everyone dreamed of dating both Anne Hathaway and Heathledger. Luckily, your family had been nothing but supportive and you found a close knit circle of queer friends all growing up in a small town.

However, while your friends were lucky enough to go off and move to places bigger and more accepting/diverse, you’d chosen to stay behind; teaching the theater classes at your old high school. It was an extremely rewarding experience, keeping the same welcoming space your teacher had been before she retired. The day she happily handed you the keys to the auditorium, telling you to break a leg, was one you'd remember forever.

Now the school year was over and you’d managed to scrimp and save enough to do something you’d always wanted to; visiting Provincetown, MA, marked as "The Gayest City in America." And in a stroke of luck, the weekend after school ended was the same weekend as Provincetown’s Pride Fest.

You’d arrived yesterday and stepping off the dock alone was liberating. This must've been what it was like for Dorothy to step out of Kansas into Oz; stepping out of the boring monotony and into a literal rainbow. Pride flags waving in the breeze of the gorgeous June afternoon made you smile wide. Walking past the town hall, the streets were filled with people of all types; elderly retired couples who've probably lived here for years, vendors busking, you smiled big at a beautiful black women trying to entice customers into a restaurant.

You decided to stop and take a quick look the menu. A new city, a schedule of events in your head. Tonight alone you had tickets to a new drag trivia show, "Are You Smarter than a Drag Queen?" And now…dinner plans. You asked the woman for directions to your hotel. Finding it fairly quickly, and walking past a bookstore that you had seen pictures of online. It was once a standard beach shack, nothing more than a place to camp out near the beach; set back a ways from the sidewalk, covered in ivy and wild flowers. You knew inside the books were stacked floor to ceiling. But the bookstore was closed; it would have to wait til tomorrow.

Your first full day had been as fun as your first night. The bookstore was perfect, easily finding a whole bunch of books, including some new plays for next school year. Now, you were dressing for a Pride weekend kick off rave hosted by a club known as the “Red Room” and the theme was Beyonce vs Gaga.

Your new pink dress almost shimmered, matching well with the platform sandals you’d found in a vintage shop. You’d been studying makeup tutorials and decided to go with a slightly Wicked-esque makeup design, pairing emerald green eye shadow with bubblegum pink lipstick. Your trans flag colored fan making a perfect accessory to the pink dress and fake tiara you’d won last night; your knowledge of queer TV/movie trivia proving you WERE smarter than a drag queen.

The club was everything you’d ever thought a gay nightclub could ever be. Low red lighting mixed with flashing highlights in all different colors, bodies pressed against each other.

You were able to get your order to the bartender over the loud remixes of Beyoncé’s and Gaga’s greatest hits. Sipping your drink, you nearly dropped it as someone caught your eye. You weren’t sure if they were a boy, girl, or neither.

Their dark raven hair was plaited on the sides, with a few silver beads in the strands; the rest tucked up into bun. A green mesh shirt revealed a beautiful wolf tattoo that stretched up their arm. It also paired well with what looked like black leather shorts and platform boots that made their already tall form seem giant. Their face seemed to sparkle with a golden shimmer and a slight green highlight to their cheeks. Black lipstick matched their nails and their eyeliner wings were surely sharp enough to cut any homophobe down.

You got a good look as you suddenly realized they were making eye contact and strolling over to you. They leaned against the bar next to you and were pleasantly surprised you were able to hear their deep masculine voice order an old fashioned. Classy. You flashed them a wry smirk which they returned with a wink.

You bit your lip nervously. Sometimes you truly felt like a wallflower, clinging to the sides but once someone saw you, you could bloom. It was just getting started you struggled with.

They leaned in close and were glad you could hear them whisper in a velvety steel voice, “I need a smoke. Care to join me?" You nodded in response. Taking your hand, you found their touch cool, but in a refreshing way. Even more so as the two of you stepped out into the welcoming night air. Bringing the small paper tube to their lips and lighting it, you were surprised to smell not the usual tobacco, but weed. They turned to you

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not so long as you share.” You joked back and they passed you the joint. You took a deep inhale as the alcohol and THC mingled in a wonderful cocktail of bliss.

“My name is Loki," they introduced themselves. You told them your name as you passed the joint back. Taking it, they brought your hand to their lips, pressing a kiss to it.“I actually saw you last night at the drag show. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.” They said. Their eyes sparkled in the street light like two emeralds.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, you were absolutely adorable on stage. And I was impressed at your knowledge of queer media."

“Thank you, kind of a passion of mine.” You admitted, shyly. As much as you found it all interesting, you were used to people rolling their eyes. Loki on the other hand, took a hit from the joint, and actually managing to blow a smoke heart into the air.

“I wonder what else you’re passionate about.” They purred. Feeling a surge of confidence. You plucked the joint from their lips and took the final hit.

“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The two of you descended the stairs back into dance club where your fears seemed to disappear into the darkness while your confident side emerged. Leading you into the crowd, a remix of Telephone blasted through the speakers.

You understood why fans became not just as tools for artistic expression in ballroom culture but helping to keep cool in the tight dance spaces as you started to move your body to the rhythm of the song. Your back to Loki's chest, they leaned in close and their voice was so clear, you'd swear it seemed to echo in your mind "May I touch you, pet?"

You turned your head and nodded at them. Their hands started at your hips, somehow seeming to pull you even closer. Moving up your waist over your soft tummy, their touch was that same coolness from before, which brought its own sweet relief. Their hands just grazing your breast, their teasing touch driving you crazy with desire.

As the evening stretched on, the crowd was treated to a drag queen dressed as in cowboy garb as she danced and lip-synched a mix of Beyoncé’s hits from Cowboy Carter. Afterwards was last call and the crowd began to move out into the street.

“Maybe it’s the weed, or the booze, but I am DYING for a piece of pizza.” You said, giggling. Loki smiled.

“I know just the spot."

Even though Loki was a bit taller than you, the two of you seemed to lean on each other as you strolled up the main street of Provincetown in the glow of not only the streetlights and the moonlight, but the town hall was light up in a rainbow of spotlights.

“Wow, it’s kind of amazing to be in a place so open and …well, prideful.” You joked. Loki chuckled.

“Let me guess, small town?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Don’t worry. I actually find it admirable. Your eyes lighting up with the passion and pride inside you.” Your face heated up at their words, feeling not just seen, but admired. “Sometimes in a big city, people can get lost and even being different starts to feel the same.” They explained, then paused and giggled. "That didn’t make much sense, did it?"

"In a drunk way, it did.” You joked back.

“Good.” Loki led you up the block to a place that a neon slice piece of pizza called 'Twisted Pizza'; a tall building tucked on a corner. Inside, 4 different pizzas sat in a display. You ordered a slice of sausage/pepperoni pizza and Loki ordered a veggie; they also insisted on paying.

"My treat for your company." They said, coolly.

The two of you found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The pizza was absolutely delicious; the crust was sprinkled with a hint of paprika, making the tomato sauce seem even more robust with a perfect amount of cheese.

“Gods.” Loki groaned. “Some may say New York has the best pizza, but I’d choose this any day.”

“You sound so sure."

"I live in New York, darling. Trust me, this is better."

“Fair enough. What do you do in New York?” You asked, making Loki pause, their smile seeming to falter for only a moment.

“Oh, this and that. What about you? Surely something of extreme importantance.”

“You could say that. I’m a theater teacher.”

“Ah-ha! A role of great importance. Who do you teach, the bard I’d hope?”

"Of course. He’s a definite, and then I have a rotating cannon of absurdists, and I’ve even introduced theater of the ridiculous to my high school seniors."

“Fascinating.” The two of you sat discussing theater for easily another hour, that is until you started yawning.

“Oh don’t, you’ll get me going-“ Loki said before they yawned. “I suppose it is rather late. Are you staying in town long?"

“Through Monday.”

"Excellent. Are you planning to go to the rally tomorrow, and the parade?”

“Yep! Though I have nothing planned for the evening. The after party for the parade I heard is a little lame.”

“I’ll be at the rally as well and can confirm the party is usually a let down. Would you like to go to dinner after the parade?”

“Sounds wonderful."

Wonderful was an understatement. It was perfect. Even though the clouds threatened rain all day; everything seemed to go off without a hitch. You found a little café to grab a coffee and muffin for breakfast; Deciding to settle in with a new book you'd bought, a script you’d picked up that you were thinking about teaching next year. You watch people, couples, families, crowds ebb and flow in the store fronts and the public square where volunteers were setting up for the rally. It truly filled you with pride, to see a community so colorful and friendly all together.

“Well, hello darling.” You turned. Loki was dressed what looked like a black tank binder, a vest covered in patches, black shorts with fishnets and platform boots. Not to mention sharp black eyeliner, and green eye shadow that matched their dark green lipstick with golden glitter gloss. their hair was partially plated and flowers and beads were tied into the braids.

“Hello yourself, beautiful.”

“Oh this old thing?” Loki smirked.

“It’s very well made, lemme see.” Loki sat next to you so you could further examine their patches. Your favorite was a toss up between one that said “My super power is throwing dildos full of wasps,” and another that said “Going to Hel on a Full Scholarship.”

The two of you talked further until the rally kicked off. A beautiful drag queen in a fabulous pink shirt that matched her hair, and white overalls splattered in paint the colors of the lesbian flag. She read her speech from a clipboard, speaking about trans rights, the history of pride in Provincetown, and how important community and solidarity are in unprecedented times. Her words moved you to tears, and Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer towards them.

Your heart was racing, being able to be so openly emotional,and Loki made you feel safe to do so. The rally continued as members of the local select board, representatives, and members of the community talked. You were especially inspired by a black woman who read a beautiful poem entitled Lesbians.

After the rally was the parade down through the center of town. You and Loki happily strolled along behind a an elderly gay couple wearing matching outfits that looked like the yellow brick road, with red ruby sneakers. They were pulling a speaker, some of the best queer anthems playing loud, even louder with you and Loki singing along.

The parade lead right into the bar where the after party was held. But just as you and Loki were getting close, thunder rung out from above, and a few drops quickly turned into a torrential downpour.

“Oh shit.” You yelled, hoping not to get too soaked as you held your bag over your head Suddenly, you were sheltered as an umbrella seemed to open magically above you. You weren’t even sure where Loki had pulled from. But you eagerly huddled close to them all the same. You looked up at Loki, who seemed to roll their eyes but smiled.

“What’s that look for?" You asked

“Nothing. I just have to thank someone later before I smack him in the head.” Loki said.

Thankfully, the rainstorm didn’t last long; but even with Loki’s umbrella you could feel that your shoes were soaked, and god only knows what your makeup looked like.

"I think I need to freshen up, so I’ll go back to my hotel room and meet you for dinner?”

“Sounds lovely, darling." They said, voice filled with romantic promise. "Until we meet again.” They pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and strolled off whistling 'Singing in the Rain.'

A nice cook shower helped refresh you from the chill of the rain, and you were happy you’d brought one more formal sundress. An emerald green with matching gold gladiator sandals.

Applying a few spritzes of perfume, you saw out the window that the sun was just starting to dip below the buildings; the remaining clouds appearing purple against an orange sky as the last of the afternoon storms gave way to a rainbow.

The restaurant was a seafood place overlooking the beach. Loki’s hair was hung loose; Black inky waves flowing free but they’d pushed it back on side with a clip of a jasmine gardenia. A white button up shirt, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, black suit trousers and shoes helped present more masculine, but with a soft edge.

A friendly familiar greeting from Loki to the hostess resulted in the two of you on a rooftop deck, dining under the sky. Loki pulled your chair out for you, and offered their hand as soon as you both were seated.

"Thank you Loki. Not just for dinner, but for making my first time in P-Town so special."

“It has been my privilege and my pleasure, darling. It’s been wonderful to spend time with such a thoughtful kind soul. My coworkers can get a little…egotistical.”

“Oh really? And what exactly do you do for work?” You noted to yourself that this was the second time you asked. And again, Loki gave pause.

“Oh uh...” Loki's eyes cast downward. But regained their confidence quickly. “Well, I work in public service, as it were. But I’d rather hear more about your work. Teaching must certainly have its ups and downs."

“Oh absolutely.” You accepted the deflection for now, not wanting to push something they might not want to talk about.

The rest of the meal was a romantic, wonderful experience. But every time you tried to ask more about Loki’s personal life, they seemed to deflect. You'd asked them again about their life and instead they redirected back to you, though they did it rather sweetly.

"What would you do if you could do anything at all?" Without a moment's hesitation, you answered

"Open a bookstore café! With a small stage to host like poetry nights, small scenes, a fancy table to play Dungeons and Dragons. And sections specifically for queer and banned books right up front."

"It sounds wonderful. I’ve never played but I find the whole idea interesting. You Midgardians-" Loki paused, biting their lip

"Midgard… wait…you're from Asgard?" With some of the new citizens moving out of New Asgard, you'd had one or two Asgardian kids in your classes.

Loki looked at you curiously, their eyebrows ached. "Do you really not recognize me?"

You studied Loki's face. They weren't wearing makeup, but you still noticed their jaw line looked chiseled from ice. Forest green eyes that seemed to twinkle with golden flecks in the low light of the restaurant. You shook your head, worried you'd upset them.

Loki seemed to sigh, whether in relief of amusement you weren't sure

"I am Prince Loki of Asgard."

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain, your jaw dropping

"Oh..my god..i mean your highness? I mean,oh goodness…" you were suddenly flustered and Loki smiled

"Just Loki is fine from your lips, pet. Though you're simply adorable."

Taking a breath and gathering your thoughts, the first question out of your mouth was "What on are you doing in Provincetown?" Making both laugh

"How about we go for a walk on the beach and I'll explain everything?"

The sun was almost fully set over the horizon, reflecting off the beach to crate a picturesque moment between the two of you. Loki offered to carried your shoes as you walked along the now cooling sand; and you enjoyed wrapping your arms around theirs. Feeling safe and secure, not scared to be alone with them. You'd heard of Loki's vicious attack on New York, but you also had seen them working with the Avengers; helping take out Thanos and save the universe.

"Asgard is rather open; but there's something about Midgard queer culture that is so…fun." They smiled. "Plus, coming out here gives me a chance to hide in plain sight from my brother and his friends. They're not…so awful, I've even gone to New York pride with Barnes and Rogers. But Provincetown is so charming; so much art and culture, vibrant and full of life. Other Midgardians are so…boring.

"Yeah, Loki, they're straight." You teased. "I'm surprised you don't find me boring," you admitted.

"Perish the thought, darling. You're so creative and thoughtful. I'm going to have a talk with Stark. I'm sure there's a school in New York in need of a theater teacher. You'd fit right in."

Your heart swelled at the idea. A big city school, living near the Greenwich Village, art and culture on every corner? It was a dream come true…except…

"I can't, Loki. I have students who need me. I've got students trying to figure themselves out; they deserve to have someone like them in their corner. Someone has to teach them about ballroom culture." You teased.

"I understand completely. Do you think I could at least convince you to come visit me in New York?"

"Perhaps, it's a bit of a trip though."

Loki took your hands. "Do you trust me, darling?" They asked. And you nodded. "Yes, Loki." Leaning in close, Loki kissed you fully for the first time that weekend, their lips fitting against yours so perfectly.

They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close to their firm, strong chest. You closed your eyes as a warm gust of wind rushed around you. Opening your eyes and breaking the kiss, you saw you were standing in a lavish apartment that seemed to combine modern and what you assumed Asgardian culture. A real stone fireplace, but a decent sized TV; a plush looking velvet green couch and a dark wood coffee table that matched bookshleves lined with books of all sizes.

"Is this? Are we…?" You could hardly believe it. You knew Loki was a magic user but had no idea the extent of their powers.

"See for yourself, pet." Loki said, a smirk tugging at their lips as they gestured towards enormous floor to ceiling windows. Rushing over, you looked out and saw you were indeed overlooking New York City. You were in Stark Tower, in Loki's apartment.

"And you should see the bedroom…" Loki purred in your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping their arms around your waist.

"Would you care to show me?" You said back, biting your lip.

Guiding you down a hall lined with beautiful art, some that you weren't entirely sure were just copies of famous works, into a bedroom with a grand wooden four-post bed frame. Green sheets covered the surface, with gold trimming on the pillows and edges of the blanket.

"What beautiful craftsmanship." You breathed. Loki came up behind you, kissing your neck. "And helpful for…other things, if you're into that."

"I've been…curious. You admitted, feeling your face heating up. A few nips to your neck in between Loki's hot open mouth kisses had your knees shaking.

"I can take the lead." Loki offered. "Unless you're really curious about other things. I do have powerful transformation magic." The idea sent your mind reeling, and made your pussy even wetter, combined with feeling Loki's hard cock nudging against your ass.

"Perhaps…another time… Do we need a safe word?" You asked, breathily

"I'll go slow at first." Loki promised. "Let you see everything I do to you, and if you want me to stop at all, simply say frost."

"Yes…my prince." You breathed out, feeling their smile at the crook of your neck.

"I have to admit, hearing that from your lips does make me feel…" they let out a low groan "powerful…." Loki flicked their wrist and you felt the zipper on your dress slide down slowly as they pulled the straps down. Slowly, they let your dress fall, revealing A special lingerie set you'd purchased one of those silly Instagram ads; a black mesh bra and panty set with little rainbow embroidered all over.

"So adorable, my little pet." Turning you in their grip they kissed your deeply, their tongue running against yours, seeking access which you happily welcomed in. Even if your head was spinning a little bit

"Loki" you whispered, breaking the kiss. They let out a low noise to acknowledge you, continuing to kiss your cheek as their hands wandered up and down your frame.

"Is this...just for tonight?" You tried to keep your voice calm and level, not wanting to make more out of this than it might be. But Loki truly had you feeling SOMETHING special. Smiling gently, they pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I will take care of you, however you need, pet. You didn't have to offer your hand, but since I've kissed it, I am at your command."

"Now I know why they call you silver tongue." You teased

"There's another reason, darling. Allow me to show you."

Lifting you, something that you'd never expected possible with your rubenesque form, and plopping you down on the mattress, which you found was soft as a cloud, leaning back against what felt like silk blankets and spreading your legs wide. Loki twirled their finger and suddenly soft ropes slid onto the bed like snakes, twisting in intricate knots to tie your limbs to the individual posts. They flicked their wrist again and slow jazz filled the room.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Or I shall prolong your pleasure." Unbuttoning their shirt slowly, then undoing their pants before pulling them down; their cock bouncing free from silk boxers. You were no stranger to toys of all sizes; though you had to admit a busy teaching schedule didn't leave much time to date. But Loki's cock had you trying to clench your thighs, the ties holding them wide open. Stroking it a few times, Loki growled.

"Such a desperate little whore. A perfect toy for a prince." The degrading words only heightened your arousal. Loki knelt on the bed between your legs. Still stroking their cock, they leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, getting closer to your cunt. "Absolutely soaking wet for me. I'm honored."

Licking a long stripe up your slit, your hips pushing up into their face as much as you could against the bonds. A low toe curling moan left your lips and Loki purred in return.

"Yes little pet. Dance for me." Focusing their attention with their tongue and lips on your clit, two fingers from their other hand came up to finger you, sliding in and out slowly. And that chill in their touch seemed even stronger now.

"Is that, your magic?" You panted

"Oh yes, pet. You'll find I'm full of surprises. All of which will drown you in unending pleasure."

Pressing up into your g-spot had you crying out in pleasure; Feeling the pressure of an orgasm build.

"Not so fast pet, I want to feel my cock buried in your warm wet cunt as it clenches me while you cum." Pulling their fingers from you and bringing them to their own lips, they laved their tongue over them. Then they traced them along your stomach in some kind of design.

"This will keep you from getting pregnant until we can discuss that aspect further."

"You…you want kids?"

"Perhaps, but nothing that must be decided now. For now, I want to spend every moment exploring every contour of your soft, pliant form." The words made you whimper in pleasure. You loved your body, but it wasn't always what partners were looking for. Hearing Loki praise your curves, drove you wild. Especially with the bite of harshness. Somehow Loki seemed to push every button you didn't know you had

Leaning over you fully, bringing their hands to fondle your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples which pebbled instantly at their cool touch. Kissing you again, your longed to wrap your arms around them, dragging your nails down their back. The restraint though was even hotter though. Feeling Loki's strong body on top of yours.

Rubbing their cock up and down your slit, they looked deep into your eyes. "Tell me you want this, my pet. Tell me you want to be claimed by me."

"Yes, Loki. My prince, please. I want your cock deep inside me." You pleaded. Worried your pillow talk sound like some lame porno, you closed your eyes. Suddenly Loki's thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, bringing their face so close to yours that you could feel their words on your lips.

"I Said. Eyes. On. Me." Their lips thundered down on yours, kissing you deeply as they thrust their hips forward. Moving their cock in and out of you, breaking the kiss as you gasped out in pleasure, your toes curling and you pressed your body up against theirs.

"Fuck, pet. Your tight quim was made for my cock. I've been thinking about doing this since I met you in that club. Thought of fucking you against the wall in that alley."

"Loki, fuck… You feel so good. More, please!" You begged moaned. One of Loki's hands moved between your legs, circling your clit and alternating speeds. "Fuck Loki..right there…"

"Trust me darling, I know just the right spots to touch and love. Advantage of having a very fluid partner." Loki's face shifted just a bit appearing more feminine before shifting back. The thought of fulfilling your fantasies only drove your pleasure further. Every moment of Loki's touch pushed you further to climax.

"Loki I'm..I'm gonna…"

"Me too, pet. Can I come inside you?"

"Please please please!" You panted, the idea sounding so hot to you. In a moment, your hips bucked up, your pussy clenching Loki's cock. They gave one final hard thrust and you felt them cumming in you, the warmth spreading and mixing with your own fluids. Loki fucked you through both your orgasms, grunting and groaning.

Finally, your brain started to come back down to your body. Loki's thrusts slowed and they lay on top of you. Their body on top of yours made you feel so safe and secure. Especially since your mind was spinning from all the excitement you were feeling. An amazing weekend topped off with fantastic sex with THE god of mischief. The realization started to make you laugh at how insane it all seemed.

Loki rested their head between your breasts, smiling. "What's so funny, pet?"

"I just had sex with the god of mischief. Whom I met in Provincetown, during pride month. It's just a little wild don't you think?"

"It is, but I think it's also a bit…" they placed quick kiss to your lips "Mischievous." Both of you laughed again before Loki waved their hand and the restraints fell off your arms. You brought them to wrap around Loki as they positioned you to lay on your sides.

"I told you darling. I was rather impressed by your knowledge. I had to meet the delightful little spark I saw on staging voguing to 'Born this Way' You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up.

Part of the show had involved a dance competition with the drag queen. You hadn't danced on stage since high school, but you thought of how you encouraged your students and felt the confidence to dance. Knowing Loki was in the audience, it made you feel seen, in a way you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

"Thank you, my prince." You pressed a kiss to their cheek. "You've made this a perfect weekend." Suddenly a thought hit you.

"Shit, all my stuff is at the hotel. And check out is in the morning." Loki once again waved their hand and all your stuff appeared in a neat pile in the corner.

"Feel like spending the summer in New York, darling? The pride festival is one of hell of a time."

You snuggled closer to Loki. This was going to be quite the summer vacation.

[thebunnyslibrary]

Rainbow Connections

summary. A trip to Provincetown, MA to celebrate pride leads to an unexpected meeting...

characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader

word count.

warnings. Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage

an. HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!! <3

Masterlist

Growing up, the closet door for you was made of glass. You’d learned quickly not everyone dreamed of dating both Anne Hathaway and Heathledger. Luckily, your family had been nothing but supportive and you found a close knit circle of queer friends all growing up in a small town.

However, while your friends were lucky enough to go off and move to places bigger and more accepting/diverse, you’d chosen to stay behind; teaching the theater classes at your old high school. It was an extremely rewarding experience, keeping the same welcoming space your teacher had been before she retired. The day she happily handed you the keys to the auditorium, telling you to break a leg, was one you'd remember forever.

Now the school year was over and you’d managed to scrimp and save enough to do something you’d always wanted to; visiting Provincetown, MA, marked as "The Gayest City in America." And in a stroke of luck, the weekend after school ended was the same weekend as Provincetown’s Pride Fest.

You’d arrived yesterday and stepping off the dock alone was liberating. This must've been what it was like for Dorothy to step out of Kansas into Oz; stepping out of the boring monotony and into a literal rainbow. Pride flags waving in the breeze of the gorgeous June afternoon made you smile wide. Walking past the town hall, the streets were filled with people of all types; elderly retired couples who've probably lived here for years, vendors busking, you smiled big at a beautiful black women trying to entice customers into a restaurant.

You decided to stop and take a quick look the menu. A new city, a schedule of events in your head. Tonight alone you had tickets to a new drag trivia show, "Are You Smarter than a Drag Queen?" And now…dinner plans. You asked the woman for directions to your hotel. Finding it fairly quickly, and walking past a bookstore that you had seen pictures of online. It was once a standard beach shack, nothing more than a place to camp out near the beach; set back a ways from the sidewalk, covered in ivy and wild flowers. You knew inside the books were stacked floor to ceiling. But the bookstore was closed; it would have to wait til tomorrow.

Your first full day had been as fun as your first night. The bookstore was perfect, easily finding a whole bunch of books, including some new plays for next school year. Now, you were dressing for a Pride weekend kick off rave hosted by a club known as the “Red Room” and the theme was Beyonce vs Gaga.

Your new pink dress almost shimmered, matching well with the platform sandals you’d found in a vintage shop. You’d been studying makeup tutorials and decided to go with a slightly Wicked-esque makeup design, pairing emerald green eye shadow with bubblegum pink lipstick. Your trans flag colored fan making a perfect accessory to the pink dress and fake tiara you’d won last night; your knowledge of queer TV/movie trivia proving you WERE smarter than a drag queen.

The club was everything you’d ever thought a gay nightclub could ever be. Low red lighting mixed with flashing highlights in all different colors, bodies pressed against each other.

You were able to get your order to the bartender over the loud remixes of Beyoncé’s and Gaga’s greatest hits. Sipping your drink, you nearly dropped it as someone caught your eye. You weren’t sure if they were a boy, girl, or neither.

Their dark raven hair was plaited on the sides, with a few silver beads in the strands; the rest tucked up into bun. A green mesh shirt revealed a beautiful wolf tattoo that stretched up their arm. It also paired well with what looked like black leather shorts and platform boots that made their already tall form seem giant. Their face seemed to sparkle with a golden shimmer and a slight green highlight to their cheeks. Black lipstick matched their nails and their eyeliner wings were surely sharp enough to cut any homophobe down.

You got a good look as you suddenly realized they were making eye contact and strolling over to you. They leaned against the bar next to you and were pleasantly surprised you were able to hear their deep masculine voice order an old fashioned. Classy. You flashed them a wry smirk which they returned with a wink.

You bit your lip nervously. Sometimes you truly felt like a wallflower, clinging to the sides but once someone saw you, you could bloom. It was just getting started you struggled with.

They leaned in close and were glad you could hear them whisper in a velvety steel voice, “I need a smoke. Care to join me?" You nodded in response. Taking your hand, you found their touch cool, but in a refreshing way. Even more so as the two of you stepped out into the welcoming night air. Bringing the small paper tube to their lips and lighting it, you were surprised to smell not the usual tobacco, but weed. They turned to you

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not so long as you share.” You joked back and they passed you the joint. You took a deep inhale as the alcohol and THC mingled in a wonderful cocktail of bliss.

“My name is Loki," they introduced themselves. You told them your name as you passed the joint back. Taking it, they brought your hand to their lips, pressing a kiss to it.“I actually saw you last night at the drag show. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.” They said. Their eyes sparkled in the street light like two emeralds.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, you were absolutely adorable on stage. And I was impressed at your knowledge of queer media."

“Thank you, kind of a passion of mine.” You admitted, shyly. As much as you found it all interesting, you were used to people rolling their eyes. Loki on the other hand, took a hit from the joint, and actually managing to blow a smoke heart into the air.

“I wonder what else you’re passionate about.” They purred. Feeling a surge of confidence. You plucked the joint from their lips and took the final hit.

“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The two of you descended the stairs back into dance club where your fears seemed to disappear into the darkness while your confident side emerged. Leading you into the crowd, a remix of Telephone blasted through the speakers.

You understood why fans became not just as tools for artistic expression in ballroom culture but helping to keep cool in the tight dance spaces as you started to move your body to the rhythm of the song. Your back to Loki's chest, they leaned in close and their voice was so clear, you'd swear it seemed to echo in your mind "May I touch you, pet?"

You turned your head and nodded at them. Their hands started at your hips, somehow seeming to pull you even closer. Moving up your waist over your soft tummy, their touch was that same coolness from before, which brought its own sweet relief. Their hands just grazing your breast, their teasing touch driving you crazy with desire.

As the evening stretched on, the crowd was treated to a drag queen dressed as in cowboy garb as she danced and lip-synched a mix of Beyoncé’s hits from Cowboy Carter. Afterwards was last call and the crowd began to move out into the street.

“Maybe it’s the weed, or the booze, but I am DYING for a piece of pizza.” You said, giggling. Loki smiled.

“I know just the spot."

Even though Loki was a bit taller than you, the two of you seemed to lean on each other as you strolled up the main street of Provincetown in the glow of not only the streetlights and the moonlight, but the town hall was light up in a rainbow of spotlights.

“Wow, it’s kind of amazing to be in a place so open and …well, prideful.” You joked. Loki chuckled.

“Let me guess, small town?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Don’t worry. I actually find it admirable. Your eyes lighting up with the passion and pride inside you.” Your face heated up at their words, feeling not just seen, but admired. “Sometimes in a big city, people can get lost and even being different starts to feel the same.” They explained, then paused and giggled. "That didn’t make much sense, did it?"

"In a drunk way, it did.” You joked back.

“Good.” Loki led you up the block to a place that a neon slice piece of pizza called 'Twisted Pizza'; a tall building tucked on a corner. Inside, 4 different pizzas sat in a display. You ordered a slice of sausage/pepperoni pizza and Loki ordered a veggie; they also insisted on paying.

"My treat for your company." They said, coolly.

The two of you found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The pizza was absolutely delicious; the crust was sprinkled with a hint of paprika, making the tomato sauce seem even more robust with a perfect amount of cheese.

“Gods.” Loki groaned. “Some may say New York has the best pizza, but I’d choose this any day.”

“You sound so sure."

"I live in New York, darling. Trust me, this is better."

“Fair enough. What do you do in New York?” You asked, making Loki pause, their smile seeming to falter for only a moment.

“Oh, this and that. What about you? Surely something of extreme importantance.”

“You could say that. I’m a theater teacher.”

“Ah-ha! A role of great importance. Who do you teach, the bard I’d hope?”

"Of course. He’s a definite, and then I have a rotating cannon of absurdists, and I’ve even introduced theater of the ridiculous to my high school seniors."

“Fascinating.” The two of you sat discussing theater for easily another hour, that is until you started yawning.

“Oh don’t, you’ll get me going-“ Loki said before they yawned. “I suppose it is rather late. Are you staying in town long?"

“Through Monday.”

"Excellent. Are you planning to go to the rally tomorrow, and the parade?”

“Yep! Though I have nothing planned for the evening. The after party for the parade I heard is a little lame.”

“I’ll be at the rally as well and can confirm the party is usually a let down. Would you like to go to dinner after the parade?”

“Sounds wonderful."

Wonderful was an understatement. It was perfect. Even though the clouds threatened rain all day; everything seemed to go off without a hitch. You found a little café to grab a coffee and muffin for breakfast; Deciding to settle in with a new book you'd bought, a script you’d picked up that you were thinking about teaching next year. You watch people, couples, families, crowds ebb and flow in the store fronts and the public square where volunteers were setting up for the rally. It truly filled you with pride, to see a community so colorful and friendly all together.

“Well, hello darling.” You turned. Loki was dressed what looked like a black tank binder, a vest covered in patches, black shorts with fishnets and platform boots. Not to mention sharp black eyeliner, and green eye shadow that matched their dark green lipstick with golden glitter gloss. their hair was partially plated and flowers and beads were tied into the braids.

“Hello yourself, beautiful.”

“Oh this old thing?” Loki smirked.

“It’s very well made, lemme see.” Loki sat next to you so you could further examine their patches. Your favorite was a toss up between one that said “My super power is throwing dildos full of wasps,” and another that said “Going to Hel on a Full Scholarship.”

The two of you talked further until the rally kicked off. A beautiful drag queen in a fabulous pink shirt that matched her hair, and white overalls splattered in paint the colors of the lesbian flag. She read her speech from a clipboard, speaking about trans rights, the history of pride in Provincetown, and how important community and solidarity are in unprecedented times. Her words moved you to tears, and Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer towards them.

Your heart was racing, being able to be so openly emotional,and Loki made you feel safe to do so. The rally continued as members of the local select board, representatives, and members of the community talked. You were especially inspired by a black woman who read a beautiful poem entitled Lesbians.

After the rally was the parade down through the center of town. You and Loki happily strolled along behind a an elderly gay couple wearing matching outfits that looked like the yellow brick road, with red ruby sneakers. They were pulling a speaker, some of the best queer anthems playing loud, even louder with you and Loki singing along.

The parade lead right into the bar where the after party was held. But just as you and Loki were getting close, thunder rung out from above, and a few drops quickly turned into a torrential downpour.

“Oh shit.” You yelled, hoping not to get too soaked as you held your bag over your head Suddenly, you were sheltered as an umbrella seemed to open magically above you. You weren’t even sure where Loki had pulled from. But you eagerly huddled close to them all the same. You looked up at Loki, who seemed to roll their eyes but smiled.

“What’s that look for?" You asked

“Nothing. I just have to thank someone later before I smack him in the head.” Loki said.

Thankfully, the rainstorm didn’t last long; but even with Loki’s umbrella you could feel that your shoes were soaked, and god only knows what your makeup looked like.

"I think I need to freshen up, so I’ll go back to my hotel room and meet you for dinner?”

“Sounds lovely, darling." They said, voice filled with romantic promise. "Until we meet again.” They pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and strolled off whistling 'Singing in the Rain.'

A nice cook shower helped refresh you from the chill of the rain, and you were happy you’d brought one more formal sundress. An emerald green with matching gold gladiator sandals.

Applying a few spritzes of perfume, you saw out the window that the sun was just starting to dip below the buildings; the remaining clouds appearing purple against an orange sky as the last of the afternoon storms gave way to a rainbow.

The restaurant was a seafood place overlooking the beach. Loki’s hair was hung loose; Black inky waves flowing free but they’d pushed it back on side with a clip of a jasmine gardenia. A white button up shirt, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, black suit trousers and shoes helped present more masculine, but with a soft edge.

A friendly familiar greeting from Loki to the hostess resulted in the two of you on a rooftop deck, dining under the sky. Loki pulled your chair out for you, and offered their hand as soon as you both were seated.

"Thank you Loki. Not just for dinner, but for making my first time in P-Town so special."

“It has been my privilege and my pleasure, darling. It’s been wonderful to spend time with such a thoughtful kind soul. My coworkers can get a little…egotistical.”

“Oh really? And what exactly do you do for work?” You noted to yourself that this was the second time you asked. And again, Loki gave pause.

“Oh uh...” Loki's eyes cast downward. But regained their confidence quickly. “Well, I work in public service, as it were. But I’d rather hear more about your work. Teaching must certainly have its ups and downs."

“Oh absolutely.” You accepted the deflection for now, not wanting to push something they might not want to talk about.

The rest of the meal was a romantic, wonderful experience. But every time you tried to ask more about Loki’s personal life, they seemed to deflect. You'd asked them again about their life and instead they redirected back to you, though they did it rather sweetly.

"What would you do if you could do anything at all?" Without a moment's hesitation, you answered

"Open a bookstore café! With a small stage to host like poetry nights, small scenes, a fancy table to play Dungeons and Dragons. And sections specifically for queer and banned books right up front."

"It sounds wonderful. I’ve never played but I find the whole idea interesting. You Midgardians-" Loki paused, biting their lip

"Midgard… wait…you're from Asgard?" With some of the new citizens moving out of New Asgard, you'd had one or two Asgardian kids in your classes.

Loki looked at you curiously, their eyebrows ached. "Do you really not recognize me?"

You studied Loki's face. They weren't wearing makeup, but you still noticed their jaw line looked chiseled from ice. Forest green eyes that seemed to twinkle with golden flecks in the low light of the restaurant. You shook your head, worried you'd upset them.

Loki seemed to sigh, whether in relief of amusement you weren't sure

"I am Prince Loki of Asgard."

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain, your jaw dropping

"Oh..my god..i mean your highness? I mean,oh goodness…" you were suddenly flustered and Loki smiled

"Just Loki is fine from your lips, pet. Though you're simply adorable."

Taking a breath and gathering your thoughts, the first question out of your mouth was "What on are you doing in Provincetown?" Making both laugh

"How about we go for a walk on the beach and I'll explain everything?"

The sun was almost fully set over the horizon, reflecting off the beach to crate a picturesque moment between the two of you. Loki offered to carried your shoes as you walked along the now cooling sand; and you enjoyed wrapping your arms around theirs. Feeling safe and secure, not scared to be alone with them. You'd heard of Loki's vicious attack on New York, but you also had seen them working with the Avengers; helping take out Thanos and save the universe.

"Asgard is rather open; but there's something about Midgard queer culture that is so…fun." They smiled. "Plus, coming out here gives me a chance to hide in plain sight from my brother and his friends. They're not…so awful, I've even gone to New York pride with Barnes and Rogers. But Provincetown is so charming; so much art and culture, vibrant and full of life. Other Midgardians are so…boring.

"Yeah, Loki, they're straight." You teased. "I'm surprised you don't find me boring," you admitted.

"Perish the thought, darling. You're so creative and thoughtful. I'm going to have a talk with Stark. I'm sure there's a school in New York in need of a theater teacher. You'd fit right in."

Your heart swelled at the idea. A big city school, living near the Greenwich Village, art and culture on every corner? It was a dream come true…except…

"I can't, Loki. I have students who need me. I've got students trying to figure themselves out; they deserve to have someone like them in their corner. Someone has to teach them about ballroom culture." You teased.

"I understand completely. Do you think I could at least convince you to come visit me in New York?"

"Perhaps, it's a bit of a trip though."

Loki took your hands. "Do you trust me, darling?" They asked. And you nodded. "Yes, Loki." Leaning in close, Loki kissed you fully for the first time that weekend, their lips fitting against yours so perfectly.

They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close to their firm, strong chest. You closed your eyes as a warm gust of wind rushed around you. Opening your eyes and breaking the kiss, you saw you were standing in a lavish apartment that seemed to combine modern and what you assumed Asgardian culture. A real stone fireplace, but a decent sized TV; a plush looking velvet green couch and a dark wood coffee table that matched bookshleves lined with books of all sizes.

"Is this? Are we…?" You could hardly believe it. You knew Loki was a magic user but had no idea the extent of their powers.

"See for yourself, pet." Loki said, a smirk tugging at their lips as they gestured towards enormous floor to ceiling windows. Rushing over, you looked out and saw you were indeed overlooking New York City. You were in Stark Tower, in Loki's apartment.

"And you should see the bedroom…" Loki purred in your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping their arms around your waist.

"Would you care to show me?" You said back, biting your lip.

Guiding you down a hall lined with beautiful art, some that you weren't entirely sure were just copies of famous works, into a bedroom with a grand wooden four-post bed frame. Green sheets covered the surface, with gold trimming on the pillows and edges of the blanket.

"What beautiful craftsmanship." You breathed. Loki came up behind you, kissing your neck. "And helpful for…other things, if you're into that."

"I've been…curious. You admitted, feeling your face heating up. A few nips to your neck in between Loki's hot open mouth kisses had your knees shaking.

"I can take the lead." Loki offered. "Unless you're really curious about other things. I do have powerful transformation magic." The idea sent your mind reeling, and made your pussy even wetter, combined with feeling Loki's hard cock nudging against your ass.

"Perhaps…another time… Do we need a safe word?" You asked, breathily

"I'll go slow at first." Loki promised. "Let you see everything I do to you, and if you want me to stop at all, simply say frost."

"Yes…my prince." You breathed out, feeling their smile at the crook of your neck.

"I have to admit, hearing that from your lips does make me feel…" they let out a low groan "powerful…." Loki flicked their wrist and you felt the zipper on your dress slide down slowly as they pulled the straps down. Slowly, they let your dress fall, revealing A special lingerie set you'd purchased one of those silly Instagram ads; a black mesh bra and panty set with little rainbow embroidered all over.

"So adorable, my little pet." Turning you in their grip they kissed your deeply, their tongue running against yours, seeking access which you happily welcomed in. Even if your head was spinning a little bit

"Loki" you whispered, breaking the kiss. They let out a low noise to acknowledge you, continuing to kiss your cheek as their hands wandered up and down your frame.

"Is this...just for tonight?" You tried to keep your voice calm and level, not wanting to make more out of this than it might be. But Loki truly had you feeling SOMETHING special. Smiling gently, they pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I will take care of you, however you need, pet. You didn't have to offer your hand, but since I've kissed it, I am at your command."

"Now I know why they call you silver tongue." You teased

"There's another reason, darling. Allow me to show you."

Lifting you, something that you'd never expected possible with your rubenesque form, and plopping you down on the mattress, which you found was soft as a cloud, leaning back against what felt like silk blankets and spreading your legs wide. Loki twirled their finger and suddenly soft ropes slid onto the bed like snakes, twisting in intricate knots to tie your limbs to the individual posts. They flicked their wrist again and slow jazz filled the room.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Or I shall prolong your pleasure." Unbuttoning their shirt slowly, then undoing their pants before pulling them down; their cock bouncing free from silk boxers. You were no stranger to toys of all sizes; though you had to admit a busy teaching schedule didn't leave much time to date. But Loki's cock had you trying to clench your thighs, the ties holding them wide open. Stroking it a few times, Loki growled.

"Such a desperate little whore. A perfect toy for a prince." The degrading words only heightened your arousal. Loki knelt on the bed between your legs. Still stroking their cock, they leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, getting closer to your cunt. "Absolutely soaking wet for me. I'm honored."

Licking a long stripe up your slit, your hips pushing up into their face as much as you could against the bonds. A low toe curling moan left your lips and Loki purred in return.

"Yes little pet. Dance for me." Focusing their attention with their tongue and lips on your clit, two fingers from their other hand came up to finger you, sliding in and out slowly. And that chill in their touch seemed even stronger now.

"Is that, your magic?" You panted

"Oh yes, pet. You'll find I'm full of surprises. All of which will drown you in unending pleasure."

Pressing up into your g-spot had you crying out in pleasure; Feeling the pressure of an orgasm build.

"Not so fast pet, I want to feel my cock buried in your warm wet cunt as it clenches me while you cum." Pulling their fingers from you and bringing them to their own lips, they laved their tongue over them. Then they traced them along your stomach in some kind of design.

"This will keep you from getting pregnant until we can discuss that aspect further."

"You…you want kids?"

"Perhaps, but nothing that must be decided now. For now, I want to spend every moment exploring every contour of your soft, pliant form." The words made you whimper in pleasure. You loved your body, but it wasn't always what partners were looking for. Hearing Loki praise your curves, drove you wild. Especially with the bite of harshness. Somehow Loki seemed to push every button you didn't know you had

Leaning over you fully, bringing their hands to fondle your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples which pebbled instantly at their cool touch. Kissing you again, your longed to wrap your arms around them, dragging your nails down their back. The restraint though was even hotter though. Feeling Loki's strong body on top of yours.

Rubbing their cock up and down your slit, they looked deep into your eyes. "Tell me you want this, my pet. Tell me you want to be claimed by me."

"Yes, Loki. My prince, please. I want your cock deep inside me." You pleaded. Worried your pillow talk sound like some lame porno, you closed your eyes. Suddenly Loki's thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, bringing their face so close to yours that you could feel their words on your lips.

"I Said. Eyes. On. Me." Their lips thundered down on yours, kissing you deeply as they thrust their hips forward. Moving their cock in and out of you, breaking the kiss as you gasped out in pleasure, your toes curling and you pressed your body up against theirs.

"Fuck, pet. Your tight quim was made for my cock. I've been thinking about doing this since I met you in that club. Thought of fucking you against the wall in that alley."

"Loki, fuck… You feel so good. More, please!" You begged moaned. One of Loki's hands moved between your legs, circling your clit and alternating speeds. "Fuck Loki..right there…"

"Trust me darling, I know just the right spots to touch and love. Advantage of having a very fluid partner." Loki's face shifted just a bit appearing more feminine before shifting back. The thought of fulfilling your fantasies only drove your pleasure further. Every moment of Loki's touch pushed you further to climax.

"Loki I'm..I'm gonna…"

"Me too, pet. Can I come inside you?"

"Please please please!" You panted, the idea sounding so hot to you. In a moment, your hips bucked up, your pussy clenching Loki's cock. They gave one final hard thrust and you felt them cumming in you, the warmth spreading and mixing with your own fluids. Loki fucked you through both your orgasms, grunting and groaning.

Finally, your brain started to come back down to your body. Loki's thrusts slowed and they lay on top of you. Their body on top of yours made you feel so safe and secure. Especially since your mind was spinning from all the excitement you were feeling. An amazing weekend topped off with fantastic sex with THE god of mischief. The realization started to make you laugh at how insane it all seemed.

Loki rested their head between your breasts, smiling. "What's so funny, pet?"

"I just had sex with the god of mischief. Whom I met in Provincetown, during pride month. It's just a little wild don't you think?"

"It is, but I think it's also a bit…" they placed quick kiss to your lips "Mischievous." Both of you laughed again before Loki waved their hand and the restraints fell off your arms. You brought them to wrap around Loki as they positioned you to lay on your sides.

"I told you darling. I was rather impressed by your knowledge. I had to meet the delightful little spark I saw on staging voguing to 'Born this Way' You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up.

Part of the show had involved a dance competition with the drag queen. You hadn't danced on stage since high school, but you thought of how you encouraged your students and felt the confidence to dance. Knowing Loki was in the audience, it made you feel seen, in a way you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

"Thank you, my prince." You pressed a kiss to their cheek. "You've made this a perfect weekend." Suddenly a thought hit you.

"Shit, all my stuff is at the hotel. And check out is in the morning." Loki once again waved their hand and all your stuff appeared in a neat pile in the corner.

"Feel like spending the summer in New York, darling? The pride festival is one of hell of a time."

You snuggled closer to Loki. This was going to be quite the summer vacation.

[thebunnyslibrary]

Rainbow Connections

summary. A trip to Provincetown, MA to celebrate pride leads to an unexpected meeting...

characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader

word count.

warnings. Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage

an. HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!! <3

Masterlist

Growing up, the closet door for you was made of glass. You’d learned quickly not everyone dreamed of dating both Anne Hathaway and Heathledger. Luckily, your family had been nothing but supportive and you found a close knit circle of queer friends all growing up in a small town.

However, while your friends were lucky enough to go off and move to places bigger and more accepting/diverse, you’d chosen to stay behind; teaching the theater classes at your old high school. It was an extremely rewarding experience, keeping the same welcoming space your teacher had been before she retired. The day she happily handed you the keys to the auditorium, telling you to break a leg, was one you'd remember forever.

Now the school year was over and you’d managed to scrimp and save enough to do something you’d always wanted to; visiting Provincetown, MA, marked as "The Gayest City in America." And in a stroke of luck, the weekend after school ended was the same weekend as Provincetown’s Pride Fest.

You’d arrived yesterday and stepping off the dock alone was liberating. This must've been what it was like for Dorothy to step out of Kansas into Oz; stepping out of the boring monotony and into a literal rainbow. Pride flags waving in the breeze of the gorgeous June afternoon made you smile wide. Walking past the town hall, the streets were filled with people of all types; elderly retired couples who've probably lived here for years, vendors busking, you smiled big at a beautiful black women trying to entice customers into a restaurant.

You decided to stop and take a quick look the menu. A new city, a schedule of events in your head. Tonight alone you had tickets to a new drag trivia show, "Are You Smarter than a Drag Queen?" And now…dinner plans. You asked the woman for directions to your hotel. Finding it fairly quickly, and walking past a bookstore that you had seen pictures of online. It was once a standard beach shack, nothing more than a place to camp out near the beach; set back a ways from the sidewalk, covered in ivy and wild flowers. You knew inside the books were stacked floor to ceiling. But the bookstore was closed; it would have to wait til tomorrow.

Your first full day had been as fun as your first night. The bookstore was perfect, easily finding a whole bunch of books, including some new plays for next school year. Now, you were dressing for a Pride weekend kick off rave hosted by a club known as the “Red Room” and the theme was Beyonce vs Gaga.

Your new pink dress almost shimmered, matching well with the platform sandals you’d found in a vintage shop. You’d been studying makeup tutorials and decided to go with a slightly Wicked-esque makeup design, pairing emerald green eye shadow with bubblegum pink lipstick. Your trans flag colored fan making a perfect accessory to the pink dress and fake tiara you’d won last night; your knowledge of queer TV/movie trivia proving you WERE smarter than a drag queen.

The club was everything you’d ever thought a gay nightclub could ever be. Low red lighting mixed with flashing highlights in all different colors, bodies pressed against each other.

You were able to get your order to the bartender over the loud remixes of Beyoncé’s and Gaga’s greatest hits. Sipping your drink, you nearly dropped it as someone caught your eye. You weren’t sure if they were a boy, girl, or neither.

Their dark raven hair was plaited on the sides, with a few silver beads in the strands; the rest tucked up into bun. A green mesh shirt revealed a beautiful wolf tattoo that stretched up their arm. It also paired well with what looked like black leather shorts and platform boots that made their already tall form seem giant. Their face seemed to sparkle with a golden shimmer and a slight green highlight to their cheeks. Black lipstick matched their nails and their eyeliner wings were surely sharp enough to cut any homophobe down.

You got a good look as you suddenly realized they were making eye contact and strolling over to you. They leaned against the bar next to you and were pleasantly surprised you were able to hear their deep masculine voice order an old fashioned. Classy. You flashed them a wry smirk which they returned with a wink.

You bit your lip nervously. Sometimes you truly felt like a wallflower, clinging to the sides but once someone saw you, you could bloom. It was just getting started you struggled with.

They leaned in close and were glad you could hear them whisper in a velvety steel voice, “I need a smoke. Care to join me?" You nodded in response. Taking your hand, you found their touch cool, but in a refreshing way. Even more so as the two of you stepped out into the welcoming night air. Bringing the small paper tube to their lips and lighting it, you were surprised to smell not the usual tobacco, but weed. They turned to you

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not so long as you share.” You joked back and they passed you the joint. You took a deep inhale as the alcohol and THC mingled in a wonderful cocktail of bliss.

“My name is Loki," they introduced themselves. You told them your name as you passed the joint back. Taking it, they brought your hand to their lips, pressing a kiss to it.“I actually saw you last night at the drag show. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.” They said. Their eyes sparkled in the street light like two emeralds.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, you were absolutely adorable on stage. And I was impressed at your knowledge of queer media."

“Thank you, kind of a passion of mine.” You admitted, shyly. As much as you found it all interesting, you were used to people rolling their eyes. Loki on the other hand, took a hit from the joint, and actually managing to blow a smoke heart into the air.

“I wonder what else you’re passionate about.” They purred. Feeling a surge of confidence. You plucked the joint from their lips and took the final hit.

“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The two of you descended the stairs back into dance club where your fears seemed to disappear into the darkness while your confident side emerged. Leading you into the crowd, a remix of Telephone blasted through the speakers.

You understood why fans became not just as tools for artistic expression in ballroom culture but helping to keep cool in the tight dance spaces as you started to move your body to the rhythm of the song. Your back to Loki's chest, they leaned in close and their voice was so clear, you'd swear it seemed to echo in your mind "May I touch you, pet?"

You turned your head and nodded at them. Their hands started at your hips, somehow seeming to pull you even closer. Moving up your waist over your soft tummy, their touch was that same coolness from before, which brought its own sweet relief. Their hands just grazing your breast, their teasing touch driving you crazy with desire.

As the evening stretched on, the crowd was treated to a drag queen dressed as in cowboy garb as she danced and lip-synched a mix of Beyoncé’s hits from Cowboy Carter. Afterwards was last call and the crowd began to move out into the street.

“Maybe it’s the weed, or the booze, but I am DYING for a piece of pizza.” You said, giggling. Loki smiled.

“I know just the spot."

Even though Loki was a bit taller than you, the two of you seemed to lean on each other as you strolled up the main street of Provincetown in the glow of not only the streetlights and the moonlight, but the town hall was light up in a rainbow of spotlights.

“Wow, it’s kind of amazing to be in a place so open and …well, prideful.” You joked. Loki chuckled.

“Let me guess, small town?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Don’t worry. I actually find it admirable. Your eyes lighting up with the passion and pride inside you.” Your face heated up at their words, feeling not just seen, but admired. “Sometimes in a big city, people can get lost and even being different starts to feel the same.” They explained, then paused and giggled. "That didn’t make much sense, did it?"

"In a drunk way, it did.” You joked back.

“Good.” Loki led you up the block to a place that a neon slice piece of pizza called 'Twisted Pizza'; a tall building tucked on a corner. Inside, 4 different pizzas sat in a display. You ordered a slice of sausage/pepperoni pizza and Loki ordered a veggie; they also insisted on paying.

"My treat for your company." They said, coolly.

The two of you found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The pizza was absolutely delicious; the crust was sprinkled with a hint of paprika, making the tomato sauce seem even more robust with a perfect amount of cheese.

“Gods.” Loki groaned. “Some may say New York has the best pizza, but I’d choose this any day.”

“You sound so sure."

"I live in New York, darling. Trust me, this is better."

“Fair enough. What do you do in New York?” You asked, making Loki pause, their smile seeming to falter for only a moment.

“Oh, this and that. What about you? Surely something of extreme importantance.”

“You could say that. I’m a theater teacher.”

“Ah-ha! A role of great importance. Who do you teach, the bard I’d hope?”

"Of course. He’s a definite, and then I have a rotating cannon of absurdists, and I’ve even introduced theater of the ridiculous to my high school seniors."

“Fascinating.” The two of you sat discussing theater for easily another hour, that is until you started yawning.

“Oh don’t, you’ll get me going-“ Loki said before they yawned. “I suppose it is rather late. Are you staying in town long?"

“Through Monday.”

"Excellent. Are you planning to go to the rally tomorrow, and the parade?”

“Yep! Though I have nothing planned for the evening. The after party for the parade I heard is a little lame.”

“I’ll be at the rally as well and can confirm the party is usually a let down. Would you like to go to dinner after the parade?”

“Sounds wonderful."

Wonderful was an understatement. It was perfect. Even though the clouds threatened rain all day; everything seemed to go off without a hitch. You found a little café to grab a coffee and muffin for breakfast; Deciding to settle in with a new book you'd bought, a script you’d picked up that you were thinking about teaching next year. You watch people, couples, families, crowds ebb and flow in the store fronts and the public square where volunteers were setting up for the rally. It truly filled you with pride, to see a community so colorful and friendly all together.

“Well, hello darling.” You turned. Loki was dressed what looked like a black tank binder, a vest covered in patches, black shorts with fishnets and platform boots. Not to mention sharp black eyeliner, and green eye shadow that matched their dark green lipstick with golden glitter gloss. their hair was partially plated and flowers and beads were tied into the braids.

“Hello yourself, beautiful.”

“Oh this old thing?” Loki smirked.

“It’s very well made, lemme see.” Loki sat next to you so you could further examine their patches. Your favorite was a toss up between one that said “My super power is throwing dildos full of wasps,” and another that said “Going to Hel on a Full Scholarship.”

The two of you talked further until the rally kicked off. A beautiful drag queen in a fabulous pink shirt that matched her hair, and white overalls splattered in paint the colors of the lesbian flag. She read her speech from a clipboard, speaking about trans rights, the history of pride in Provincetown, and how important community and solidarity are in unprecedented times. Her words moved you to tears, and Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer towards them.

Your heart was racing, being able to be so openly emotional,and Loki made you feel safe to do so. The rally continued as members of the local select board, representatives, and members of the community talked. You were especially inspired by a black woman who read a beautiful poem entitled Lesbians.

After the rally was the parade down through the center of town. You and Loki happily strolled along behind a an elderly gay couple wearing matching outfits that looked like the yellow brick road, with red ruby sneakers. They were pulling a speaker, some of the best queer anthems playing loud, even louder with you and Loki singing along.

The parade lead right into the bar where the after party was held. But just as you and Loki were getting close, thunder rung out from above, and a few drops quickly turned into a torrential downpour.

“Oh shit.” You yelled, hoping not to get too soaked as you held your bag over your head Suddenly, you were sheltered as an umbrella seemed to open magically above you. You weren’t even sure where Loki had pulled from. But you eagerly huddled close to them all the same. You looked up at Loki, who seemed to roll their eyes but smiled.

“What’s that look for?" You asked

“Nothing. I just have to thank someone later before I smack him in the head.” Loki said.

Thankfully, the rainstorm didn’t last long; but even with Loki’s umbrella you could feel that your shoes were soaked, and god only knows what your makeup looked like.

"I think I need to freshen up, so I’ll go back to my hotel room and meet you for dinner?”

“Sounds lovely, darling." They said, voice filled with romantic promise. "Until we meet again.” They pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and strolled off whistling 'Singing in the Rain.'

A nice cook shower helped refresh you from the chill of the rain, and you were happy you’d brought one more formal sundress. An emerald green with matching gold gladiator sandals.

Applying a few spritzes of perfume, you saw out the window that the sun was just starting to dip below the buildings; the remaining clouds appearing purple against an orange sky as the last of the afternoon storms gave way to a rainbow.

The restaurant was a seafood place overlooking the beach. Loki’s hair was hung loose; Black inky waves flowing free but they’d pushed it back on side with a clip of a jasmine gardenia. A white button up shirt, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, black suit trousers and shoes helped present more masculine, but with a soft edge.

A friendly familiar greeting from Loki to the hostess resulted in the two of you on a rooftop deck, dining under the sky. Loki pulled your chair out for you, and offered their hand as soon as you both were seated.

"Thank you Loki. Not just for dinner, but for making my first time in P-Town so special."

“It has been my privilege and my pleasure, darling. It’s been wonderful to spend time with such a thoughtful kind soul. My coworkers can get a little…egotistical.”

“Oh really? And what exactly do you do for work?” You noted to yourself that this was the second time you asked. And again, Loki gave pause.

“Oh uh...” Loki's eyes cast downward. But regained their confidence quickly. “Well, I work in public service, as it were. But I’d rather hear more about your work. Teaching must certainly have its ups and downs."

“Oh absolutely.” You accepted the deflection for now, not wanting to push something they might not want to talk about.

The rest of the meal was a romantic, wonderful experience. But every time you tried to ask more about Loki’s personal life, they seemed to deflect. You'd asked them again about their life and instead they redirected back to you, though they did it rather sweetly.

"What would you do if you could do anything at all?" Without a moment's hesitation, you answered

"Open a bookstore café! With a small stage to host like poetry nights, small scenes, a fancy table to play Dungeons and Dragons. And sections specifically for queer and banned books right up front."

"It sounds wonderful. I’ve never played but I find the whole idea interesting. You Midgardians-" Loki paused, biting their lip

"Midgard… wait…you're from Asgard?" With some of the new citizens moving out of New Asgard, you'd had one or two Asgardian kids in your classes.

Loki looked at you curiously, their eyebrows ached. "Do you really not recognize me?"

You studied Loki's face. They weren't wearing makeup, but you still noticed their jaw line looked chiseled from ice. Forest green eyes that seemed to twinkle with golden flecks in the low light of the restaurant. You shook your head, worried you'd upset them.

Loki seemed to sigh, whether in relief of amusement you weren't sure

"I am Prince Loki of Asgard."

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain, your jaw dropping

"Oh..my god..i mean your highness? I mean,oh goodness…" you were suddenly flustered and Loki smiled

"Just Loki is fine from your lips, pet. Though you're simply adorable."

Taking a breath and gathering your thoughts, the first question out of your mouth was "What on are you doing in Provincetown?" Making both laugh

"How about we go for a walk on the beach and I'll explain everything?"

The sun was almost fully set over the horizon, reflecting off the beach to crate a picturesque moment between the two of you. Loki offered to carried your shoes as you walked along the now cooling sand; and you enjoyed wrapping your arms around theirs. Feeling safe and secure, not scared to be alone with them. You'd heard of Loki's vicious attack on New York, but you also had seen them working with the Avengers; helping take out Thanos and save the universe.

"Asgard is rather open; but there's something about Midgard queer culture that is so…fun." They smiled. "Plus, coming out here gives me a chance to hide in plain sight from my brother and his friends. They're not…so awful, I've even gone to New York pride with Barnes and Rogers. But Provincetown is so charming; so much art and culture, vibrant and full of life. Other Midgardians are so…boring.

"Yeah, Loki, they're straight." You teased. "I'm surprised you don't find me boring," you admitted.

"Perish the thought, darling. You're so creative and thoughtful. I'm going to have a talk with Stark. I'm sure there's a school in New York in need of a theater teacher. You'd fit right in."

Your heart swelled at the idea. A big city school, living near the Greenwich Village, art and culture on every corner? It was a dream come true…except…

"I can't, Loki. I have students who need me. I've got students trying to figure themselves out; they deserve to have someone like them in their corner. Someone has to teach them about ballroom culture." You teased.

"I understand completely. Do you think I could at least convince you to come visit me in New York?"

"Perhaps, it's a bit of a trip though."

Loki took your hands. "Do you trust me, darling?" They asked. And you nodded. "Yes, Loki." Leaning in close, Loki kissed you fully for the first time that weekend, their lips fitting against yours so perfectly.

They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close to their firm, strong chest. You closed your eyes as a warm gust of wind rushed around you. Opening your eyes and breaking the kiss, you saw you were standing in a lavish apartment that seemed to combine modern and what you assumed Asgardian culture. A real stone fireplace, but a decent sized TV; a plush looking velvet green couch and a dark wood coffee table that matched bookshleves lined with books of all sizes.

"Is this? Are we…?" You could hardly believe it. You knew Loki was a magic user but had no idea the extent of their powers.

"See for yourself, pet." Loki said, a smirk tugging at their lips as they gestured towards enormous floor to ceiling windows. Rushing over, you looked out and saw you were indeed overlooking New York City. You were in Stark Tower, in Loki's apartment.

"And you should see the bedroom…" Loki purred in your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping their arms around your waist.

"Would you care to show me?" You said back, biting your lip.

Guiding you down a hall lined with beautiful art, some that you weren't entirely sure were just copies of famous works, into a bedroom with a grand wooden four-post bed frame. Green sheets covered the surface, with gold trimming on the pillows and edges of the blanket.

"What beautiful craftsmanship." You breathed. Loki came up behind you, kissing your neck. "And helpful for…other things, if you're into that."

"I've been…curious. You admitted, feeling your face heating up. A few nips to your neck in between Loki's hot open mouth kisses had your knees shaking.

"I can take the lead." Loki offered. "Unless you're really curious about other things. I do have powerful transformation magic." The idea sent your mind reeling, and made your pussy even wetter, combined with feeling Loki's hard cock nudging against your ass.

"Perhaps…another time… Do we need a safe word?" You asked, breathily

"I'll go slow at first." Loki promised. "Let you see everything I do to you, and if you want me to stop at all, simply say frost."

"Yes…my prince." You breathed out, feeling their smile at the crook of your neck.

"I have to admit, hearing that from your lips does make me feel…" they let out a low groan "powerful…." Loki flicked their wrist and you felt the zipper on your dress slide down slowly as they pulled the straps down. Slowly, they let your dress fall, revealing A special lingerie set you'd purchased one of those silly Instagram ads; a black mesh bra and panty set with little rainbow embroidered all over.

"So adorable, my little pet." Turning you in their grip they kissed your deeply, their tongue running against yours, seeking access which you happily welcomed in. Even if your head was spinning a little bit

"Loki" you whispered, breaking the kiss. They let out a low noise to acknowledge you, continuing to kiss your cheek as their hands wandered up and down your frame.

"Is this...just for tonight?" You tried to keep your voice calm and level, not wanting to make more out of this than it might be. But Loki truly had you feeling SOMETHING special. Smiling gently, they pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I will take care of you, however you need, pet. You didn't have to offer your hand, but since I've kissed it, I am at your command."

"Now I know why they call you silver tongue." You teased

"There's another reason, darling. Allow me to show you."

Lifting you, something that you'd never expected possible with your rubenesque form, and plopping you down on the mattress, which you found was soft as a cloud, leaning back against what felt like silk blankets and spreading your legs wide. Loki twirled their finger and suddenly soft ropes slid onto the bed like snakes, twisting in intricate knots to tie your limbs to the individual posts. They flicked their wrist again and slow jazz filled the room.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Or I shall prolong your pleasure." Unbuttoning their shirt slowly, then undoing their pants before pulling them down; their cock bouncing free from silk boxers. You were no stranger to toys of all sizes; though you had to admit a busy teaching schedule didn't leave much time to date. But Loki's cock had you trying to clench your thighs, the ties holding them wide open. Stroking it a few times, Loki growled.

"Such a desperate little whore. A perfect toy for a prince." The degrading words only heightened your arousal. Loki knelt on the bed between your legs. Still stroking their cock, they leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, getting closer to your cunt. "Absolutely soaking wet for me. I'm honored."

Licking a long stripe up your slit, your hips pushing up into their face as much as you could against the bonds. A low toe curling moan left your lips and Loki purred in return.

"Yes little pet. Dance for me." Focusing their attention with their tongue and lips on your clit, two fingers from their other hand came up to finger you, sliding in and out slowly. And that chill in their touch seemed even stronger now.

"Is that, your magic?" You panted

"Oh yes, pet. You'll find I'm full of surprises. All of which will drown you in unending pleasure."

Pressing up into your g-spot had you crying out in pleasure; Feeling the pressure of an orgasm build.

"Not so fast pet, I want to feel my cock buried in your warm wet cunt as it clenches me while you cum." Pulling their fingers from you and bringing them to their own lips, they laved their tongue over them. Then they traced them along your stomach in some kind of design.

"This will keep you from getting pregnant until we can discuss that aspect further."

"You…you want kids?"

"Perhaps, but nothing that must be decided now. For now, I want to spend every moment exploring every contour of your soft, pliant form." The words made you whimper in pleasure. You loved your body, but it wasn't always what partners were looking for. Hearing Loki praise your curves, drove you wild. Especially with the bite of harshness. Somehow Loki seemed to push every button you didn't know you had

Leaning over you fully, bringing their hands to fondle your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples which pebbled instantly at their cool touch. Kissing you again, your longed to wrap your arms around them, dragging your nails down their back. The restraint though was even hotter though. Feeling Loki's strong body on top of yours.

Rubbing their cock up and down your slit, they looked deep into your eyes. "Tell me you want this, my pet. Tell me you want to be claimed by me."

"Yes, Loki. My prince, please. I want your cock deep inside me." You pleaded. Worried your pillow talk sound like some lame porno, you closed your eyes. Suddenly Loki's thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, bringing their face so close to yours that you could feel their words on your lips.

"I Said. Eyes. On. Me." Their lips thundered down on yours, kissing you deeply as they thrust their hips forward. Moving their cock in and out of you, breaking the kiss as you gasped out in pleasure, your toes curling and you pressed your body up against theirs.

"Fuck, pet. Your tight quim was made for my cock. I've been thinking about doing this since I met you in that club. Thought of fucking you against the wall in that alley."

"Loki, fuck… You feel so good. More, please!" You begged moaned. One of Loki's hands moved between your legs, circling your clit and alternating speeds. "Fuck Loki..right there…"

"Trust me darling, I know just the right spots to touch and love. Advantage of having a very fluid partner." Loki's face shifted just a bit appearing more feminine before shifting back. The thought of fulfilling your fantasies only drove your pleasure further. Every moment of Loki's touch pushed you further to climax.

"Loki I'm..I'm gonna…"

"Me too, pet. Can I come inside you?"

"Please please please!" You panted, the idea sounding so hot to you. In a moment, your hips bucked up, your pussy clenching Loki's cock. They gave one final hard thrust and you felt them cumming in you, the warmth spreading and mixing with your own fluids. Loki fucked you through both your orgasms, grunting and groaning.

Finally, your brain started to come back down to your body. Loki's thrusts slowed and they lay on top of you. Their body on top of yours made you feel so safe and secure. Especially since your mind was spinning from all the excitement you were feeling. An amazing weekend topped off with fantastic sex with THE god of mischief. The realization started to make you laugh at how insane it all seemed.

Loki rested their head between your breasts, smiling. "What's so funny, pet?"

"I just had sex with the god of mischief. Whom I met in Provincetown, during pride month. It's just a little wild don't you think?"

"It is, but I think it's also a bit…" they placed quick kiss to your lips "Mischievous." Both of you laughed again before Loki waved their hand and the restraints fell off your arms. You brought them to wrap around Loki as they positioned you to lay on your sides.

"I told you darling. I was rather impressed by your knowledge. I had to meet the delightful little spark I saw on staging voguing to 'Born this Way' You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up.

Part of the show had involved a dance competition with the drag queen. You hadn't danced on stage since high school, but you thought of how you encouraged your students and felt the confidence to dance. Knowing Loki was in the audience, it made you feel seen, in a way you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

"Thank you, my prince." You pressed a kiss to their cheek. "You've made this a perfect weekend." Suddenly a thought hit you.

"Shit, all my stuff is at the hotel. And check out is in the morning." Loki once again waved their hand and all your stuff appeared in a neat pile in the corner.

"Feel like spending the summer in New York, darling? The pride festival is one of hell of a time."

You snuggled closer to Loki. This was going to be quite the summer vacation.

[thezombieprostitute]

That was such a lovely, magical journey! Loki really knows how to turn up the charm when he wants to. 🤭

Absolutely loved the rain and thunder waiting until just the right moment. Thor also has a flair for the dramatic, even if he won't admit it. 🤣

And I can't tell you how proud I am, how happy I am, that they declined the offer of moving to New York. Putting the prospective needs of the kids/students first is incredibly admirable! Thankfully Loki can teleport so that will certainly help a few things. 🤭

[thebunnyslibrary]

Thank you so much Zombie!

I actually started writing this like a year ago and it's mostly based on my experience on my first trip to Provincetown 😊😊 The part about the rain not starting til after the parade really happened! Lol

And I thought about what I would do in this situation, as someone who volunteers with my local high school theater group, and I would want to stay. It sometimes feels so easy to go somewhere accepting, but there are queer people and queer kids everywhere who need good role models!

Thank you for reading and reblogging ❤️ Happy Pride!!

[thebunnyslibrary]

Rainbow Connections

summary. A trip to Provincetown, MA to celebrate pride leads to an unexpected meeting...

characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader

word count.

warnings. Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage

an. HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!! <3

Masterlist

Growing up, the closet door for you was made of glass. You’d learned quickly not everyone dreamed of dating both Anne Hathaway and Heathledger. Luckily, your family had been nothing but supportive and you found a close knit circle of queer friends all growing up in a small town.

However, while your friends were lucky enough to go off and move to places bigger and more accepting/diverse, you’d chosen to stay behind; teaching the theater classes at your old high school. It was an extremely rewarding experience, keeping the same welcoming space your teacher had been before she retired. The day she happily handed you the keys to the auditorium, telling you to break a leg, was one you'd remember forever.

Now the school year was over and you’d managed to scrimp and save enough to do something you’d always wanted to; visiting Provincetown, MA, marked as "The Gayest City in America." And in a stroke of luck, the weekend after school ended was the same weekend as Provincetown’s Pride Fest.

You’d arrived yesterday and stepping off the dock alone was liberating. This must've been what it was like for Dorothy to step out of Kansas into Oz; stepping out of the boring monotony and into a literal rainbow. Pride flags waving in the breeze of the gorgeous June afternoon made you smile wide. Walking past the town hall, the streets were filled with people of all types; elderly retired couples who've probably lived here for years, vendors busking, you smiled big at a beautiful black women trying to entice customers into a restaurant.

You decided to stop and take a quick look the menu. A new city, a schedule of events in your head. Tonight alone you had tickets to a new drag trivia show, "Are You Smarter than a Drag Queen?" And now…dinner plans. You asked the woman for directions to your hotel. Finding it fairly quickly, and walking past a bookstore that you had seen pictures of online. It was once a standard beach shack, nothing more than a place to camp out near the beach; set back a ways from the sidewalk, covered in ivy and wild flowers. You knew inside the books were stacked floor to ceiling. But the bookstore was closed; it would have to wait til tomorrow.

Your first full day had been as fun as your first night. The bookstore was perfect, easily finding a whole bunch of books, including some new plays for next school year. Now, you were dressing for a Pride weekend kick off rave hosted by a club known as the “Red Room” and the theme was Beyonce vs Gaga.

Your new pink dress almost shimmered, matching well with the platform sandals you’d found in a vintage shop. You’d been studying makeup tutorials and decided to go with a slightly Wicked-esque makeup design, pairing emerald green eye shadow with bubblegum pink lipstick. Your trans flag colored fan making a perfect accessory to the pink dress and fake tiara you’d won last night; your knowledge of queer TV/movie trivia proving you WERE smarter than a drag queen.

The club was everything you’d ever thought a gay nightclub could ever be. Low red lighting mixed with flashing highlights in all different colors, bodies pressed against each other.

You were able to get your order to the bartender over the loud remixes of Beyoncé’s and Gaga’s greatest hits. Sipping your drink, you nearly dropped it as someone caught your eye. You weren’t sure if they were a boy, girl, or neither.

Their dark raven hair was plaited on the sides, with a few silver beads in the strands; the rest tucked up into bun. A green mesh shirt revealed a beautiful wolf tattoo that stretched up their arm. It also paired well with what looked like black leather shorts and platform boots that made their already tall form seem giant. Their face seemed to sparkle with a golden shimmer and a slight green highlight to their cheeks. Black lipstick matched their nails and their eyeliner wings were surely sharp enough to cut any homophobe down.

You got a good look as you suddenly realized they were making eye contact and strolling over to you. They leaned against the bar next to you and were pleasantly surprised you were able to hear their deep masculine voice order an old fashioned. Classy. You flashed them a wry smirk which they returned with a wink.

You bit your lip nervously. Sometimes you truly felt like a wallflower, clinging to the sides but once someone saw you, you could bloom. It was just getting started you struggled with.

They leaned in close and were glad you could hear them whisper in a velvety steel voice, “I need a smoke. Care to join me?" You nodded in response. Taking your hand, you found their touch cool, but in a refreshing way. Even more so as the two of you stepped out into the welcoming night air. Bringing the small paper tube to their lips and lighting it, you were surprised to smell not the usual tobacco, but weed. They turned to you

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not so long as you share.” You joked back and they passed you the joint. You took a deep inhale as the alcohol and THC mingled in a wonderful cocktail of bliss.

“My name is Loki," they introduced themselves. You told them your name as you passed the joint back. Taking it, they brought your hand to their lips, pressing a kiss to it.“I actually saw you last night at the drag show. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.” They said. Their eyes sparkled in the street light like two emeralds.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, you were absolutely adorable on stage. And I was impressed at your knowledge of queer media."

“Thank you, kind of a passion of mine.” You admitted, shyly. As much as you found it all interesting, you were used to people rolling their eyes. Loki on the other hand, took a hit from the joint, and actually managing to blow a smoke heart into the air.

“I wonder what else you’re passionate about.” They purred. Feeling a surge of confidence. You plucked the joint from their lips and took the final hit.

“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The two of you descended the stairs back into dance club where your fears seemed to disappear into the darkness while your confident side emerged. Leading you into the crowd, a remix of Telephone blasted through the speakers.

You understood why fans became not just as tools for artistic expression in ballroom culture but helping to keep cool in the tight dance spaces as you started to move your body to the rhythm of the song. Your back to Loki's chest, they leaned in close and their voice was so clear, you'd swear it seemed to echo in your mind "May I touch you, pet?"

You turned your head and nodded at them. Their hands started at your hips, somehow seeming to pull you even closer. Moving up your waist over your soft tummy, their touch was that same coolness from before, which brought its own sweet relief. Their hands just grazing your breast, their teasing touch driving you crazy with desire.

As the evening stretched on, the crowd was treated to a drag queen dressed as in cowboy garb as she danced and lip-synched a mix of Beyoncé’s hits from Cowboy Carter. Afterwards was last call and the crowd began to move out into the street.

“Maybe it’s the weed, or the booze, but I am DYING for a piece of pizza.” You said, giggling. Loki smiled.

“I know just the spot."

Even though Loki was a bit taller than you, the two of you seemed to lean on each other as you strolled up the main street of Provincetown in the glow of not only the streetlights and the moonlight, but the town hall was light up in a rainbow of spotlights.

“Wow, it’s kind of amazing to be in a place so open and …well, prideful.” You joked. Loki chuckled.

“Let me guess, small town?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Don’t worry. I actually find it admirable. Your eyes lighting up with the passion and pride inside you.” Your face heated up at their words, feeling not just seen, but admired. “Sometimes in a big city, people can get lost and even being different starts to feel the same.” They explained, then paused and giggled. "That didn’t make much sense, did it?"

"In a drunk way, it did.” You joked back.

“Good.” Loki led you up the block to a place that a neon slice piece of pizza called 'Twisted Pizza'; a tall building tucked on a corner. Inside, 4 different pizzas sat in a display. You ordered a slice of sausage/pepperoni pizza and Loki ordered a veggie; they also insisted on paying.

"My treat for your company." They said, coolly.

The two of you found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The pizza was absolutely delicious; the crust was sprinkled with a hint of paprika, making the tomato sauce seem even more robust with a perfect amount of cheese.

“Gods.” Loki groaned. “Some may say New York has the best pizza, but I’d choose this any day.”

“You sound so sure."

"I live in New York, darling. Trust me, this is better."

“Fair enough. What do you do in New York?” You asked, making Loki pause, their smile seeming to falter for only a moment.

“Oh, this and that. What about you? Surely something of extreme importantance.”

“You could say that. I’m a theater teacher.”

“Ah-ha! A role of great importance. Who do you teach, the bard I’d hope?”

"Of course. He’s a definite, and then I have a rotating cannon of absurdists, and I’ve even introduced theater of the ridiculous to my high school seniors."

“Fascinating.” The two of you sat discussing theater for easily another hour, that is until you started yawning.

“Oh don’t, you’ll get me going-“ Loki said before they yawned. “I suppose it is rather late. Are you staying in town long?"

“Through Monday.”

"Excellent. Are you planning to go to the rally tomorrow, and the parade?”

“Yep! Though I have nothing planned for the evening. The after party for the parade I heard is a little lame.”

“I’ll be at the rally as well and can confirm the party is usually a let down. Would you like to go to dinner after the parade?”

“Sounds wonderful."

Wonderful was an understatement. It was perfect. Even though the clouds threatened rain all day; everything seemed to go off without a hitch. You found a little café to grab a coffee and muffin for breakfast; Deciding to settle in with a new book you'd bought, a script you’d picked up that you were thinking about teaching next year. You watch people, couples, families, crowds ebb and flow in the store fronts and the public square where volunteers were setting up for the rally. It truly filled you with pride, to see a community so colorful and friendly all together.

“Well, hello darling.” You turned. Loki was dressed what looked like a black tank binder, a vest covered in patches, black shorts with fishnets and platform boots. Not to mention sharp black eyeliner, and green eye shadow that matched their dark green lipstick with golden glitter gloss. their hair was partially plated and flowers and beads were tied into the braids.

“Hello yourself, beautiful.”

“Oh this old thing?” Loki smirked.

“It’s very well made, lemme see.” Loki sat next to you so you could further examine their patches. Your favorite was a toss up between one that said “My super power is throwing dildos full of wasps,” and another that said “Going to Hel on a Full Scholarship.”

The two of you talked further until the rally kicked off. A beautiful drag queen in a fabulous pink shirt that matched her hair, and white overalls splattered in paint the colors of the lesbian flag. She read her speech from a clipboard, speaking about trans rights, the history of pride in Provincetown, and how important community and solidarity are in unprecedented times. Her words moved you to tears, and Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer towards them.

Your heart was racing, being able to be so openly emotional,and Loki made you feel safe to do so. The rally continued as members of the local select board, representatives, and members of the community talked. You were especially inspired by a black woman who read a beautiful poem entitled Lesbians.

After the rally was the parade down through the center of town. You and Loki happily strolled along behind a an elderly gay couple wearing matching outfits that looked like the yellow brick road, with red ruby sneakers. They were pulling a speaker, some of the best queer anthems playing loud, even louder with you and Loki singing along.

The parade lead right into the bar where the after party was held. But just as you and Loki were getting close, thunder rung out from above, and a few drops quickly turned into a torrential downpour.

“Oh shit.” You yelled, hoping not to get too soaked as you held your bag over your head Suddenly, you were sheltered as an umbrella seemed to open magically above you. You weren’t even sure where Loki had pulled from. But you eagerly huddled close to them all the same. You looked up at Loki, who seemed to roll their eyes but smiled.

“What’s that look for?" You asked

“Nothing. I just have to thank someone later before I smack him in the head.” Loki said.

Thankfully, the rainstorm didn’t last long; but even with Loki’s umbrella you could feel that your shoes were soaked, and god only knows what your makeup looked like.

"I think I need to freshen up, so I’ll go back to my hotel room and meet you for dinner?”

“Sounds lovely, darling." They said, voice filled with romantic promise. "Until we meet again.” They pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and strolled off whistling 'Singing in the Rain.'

A nice cook shower helped refresh you from the chill of the rain, and you were happy you’d brought one more formal sundress. An emerald green with matching gold gladiator sandals.

Applying a few spritzes of perfume, you saw out the window that the sun was just starting to dip below the buildings; the remaining clouds appearing purple against an orange sky as the last of the afternoon storms gave way to a rainbow.

The restaurant was a seafood place overlooking the beach. Loki’s hair was hung loose; Black inky waves flowing free but they’d pushed it back on side with a clip of a jasmine gardenia. A white button up shirt, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, black suit trousers and shoes helped present more masculine, but with a soft edge.

A friendly familiar greeting from Loki to the hostess resulted in the two of you on a rooftop deck, dining under the sky. Loki pulled your chair out for you, and offered their hand as soon as you both were seated.

"Thank you Loki. Not just for dinner, but for making my first time in P-Town so special."

“It has been my privilege and my pleasure, darling. It’s been wonderful to spend time with such a thoughtful kind soul. My coworkers can get a little…egotistical.”

“Oh really? And what exactly do you do for work?” You noted to yourself that this was the second time you asked. And again, Loki gave pause.

“Oh uh...” Loki's eyes cast downward. But regained their confidence quickly. “Well, I work in public service, as it were. But I’d rather hear more about your work. Teaching must certainly have its ups and downs."

“Oh absolutely.” You accepted the deflection for now, not wanting to push something they might not want to talk about.

The rest of the meal was a romantic, wonderful experience. But every time you tried to ask more about Loki’s personal life, they seemed to deflect. You'd asked them again about their life and instead they redirected back to you, though they did it rather sweetly.

"What would you do if you could do anything at all?" Without a moment's hesitation, you answered

"Open a bookstore café! With a small stage to host like poetry nights, small scenes, a fancy table to play Dungeons and Dragons. And sections specifically for queer and banned books right up front."

"It sounds wonderful. I’ve never played but I find the whole idea interesting. You Midgardians-" Loki paused, biting their lip

"Midgard… wait…you're from Asgard?" With some of the new citizens moving out of New Asgard, you'd had one or two Asgardian kids in your classes.

Loki looked at you curiously, their eyebrows ached. "Do you really not recognize me?"

You studied Loki's face. They weren't wearing makeup, but you still noticed their jaw line looked chiseled from ice. Forest green eyes that seemed to twinkle with golden flecks in the low light of the restaurant. You shook your head, worried you'd upset them.

Loki seemed to sigh, whether in relief of amusement you weren't sure

"I am Prince Loki of Asgard."

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain, your jaw dropping

"Oh..my god..i mean your highness? I mean,oh goodness…" you were suddenly flustered and Loki smiled

"Just Loki is fine from your lips, pet. Though you're simply adorable."

Taking a breath and gathering your thoughts, the first question out of your mouth was "What on are you doing in Provincetown?" Making both laugh

"How about we go for a walk on the beach and I'll explain everything?"

The sun was almost fully set over the horizon, reflecting off the beach to crate a picturesque moment between the two of you. Loki offered to carried your shoes as you walked along the now cooling sand; and you enjoyed wrapping your arms around theirs. Feeling safe and secure, not scared to be alone with them. You'd heard of Loki's vicious attack on New York, but you also had seen them working with the Avengers; helping take out Thanos and save the universe.

"Asgard is rather open; but there's something about Midgard queer culture that is so…fun." They smiled. "Plus, coming out here gives me a chance to hide in plain sight from my brother and his friends. They're not…so awful, I've even gone to New York pride with Barnes and Rogers. But Provincetown is so charming; so much art and culture, vibrant and full of life. Other Midgardians are so…boring.

"Yeah, Loki, they're straight." You teased. "I'm surprised you don't find me boring," you admitted.

"Perish the thought, darling. You're so creative and thoughtful. I'm going to have a talk with Stark. I'm sure there's a school in New York in need of a theater teacher. You'd fit right in."

Your heart swelled at the idea. A big city school, living near the Greenwich Village, art and culture on every corner? It was a dream come true…except…

"I can't, Loki. I have students who need me. I've got students trying to figure themselves out; they deserve to have someone like them in their corner. Someone has to teach them about ballroom culture." You teased.

"I understand completely. Do you think I could at least convince you to come visit me in New York?"

"Perhaps, it's a bit of a trip though."

Loki took your hands. "Do you trust me, darling?" They asked. And you nodded. "Yes, Loki." Leaning in close, Loki kissed you fully for the first time that weekend, their lips fitting against yours so perfectly.

They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close to their firm, strong chest. You closed your eyes as a warm gust of wind rushed around you. Opening your eyes and breaking the kiss, you saw you were standing in a lavish apartment that seemed to combine modern and what you assumed Asgardian culture. A real stone fireplace, but a decent sized TV; a plush looking velvet green couch and a dark wood coffee table that matched bookshleves lined with books of all sizes.

"Is this? Are we…?" You could hardly believe it. You knew Loki was a magic user but had no idea the extent of their powers.

"See for yourself, pet." Loki said, a smirk tugging at their lips as they gestured towards enormous floor to ceiling windows. Rushing over, you looked out and saw you were indeed overlooking New York City. You were in Stark Tower, in Loki's apartment.

"And you should see the bedroom…" Loki purred in your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping their arms around your waist.

"Would you care to show me?" You said back, biting your lip.

Guiding you down a hall lined with beautiful art, some that you weren't entirely sure were just copies of famous works, into a bedroom with a grand wooden four-post bed frame. Green sheets covered the surface, with gold trimming on the pillows and edges of the blanket.

"What beautiful craftsmanship." You breathed. Loki came up behind you, kissing your neck. "And helpful for…other things, if you're into that."

"I've been…curious. You admitted, feeling your face heating up. A few nips to your neck in between Loki's hot open mouth kisses had your knees shaking.

"I can take the lead." Loki offered. "Unless you're really curious about other things. I do have powerful transformation magic." The idea sent your mind reeling, and made your pussy even wetter, combined with feeling Loki's hard cock nudging against your ass.

"Perhaps…another time… Do we need a safe word?" You asked, breathily

"I'll go slow at first." Loki promised. "Let you see everything I do to you, and if you want me to stop at all, simply say frost."

"Yes…my prince." You breathed out, feeling their smile at the crook of your neck.

"I have to admit, hearing that from your lips does make me feel…" they let out a low groan "powerful…." Loki flicked their wrist and you felt the zipper on your dress slide down slowly as they pulled the straps down. Slowly, they let your dress fall, revealing A special lingerie set you'd purchased one of those silly Instagram ads; a black mesh bra and panty set with little rainbow embroidered all over.

"So adorable, my little pet." Turning you in their grip they kissed your deeply, their tongue running against yours, seeking access which you happily welcomed in. Even if your head was spinning a little bit

"Loki" you whispered, breaking the kiss. They let out a low noise to acknowledge you, continuing to kiss your cheek as their hands wandered up and down your frame.

"Is this...just for tonight?" You tried to keep your voice calm and level, not wanting to make more out of this than it might be. But Loki truly had you feeling SOMETHING special. Smiling gently, they pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I will take care of you, however you need, pet. You didn't have to offer your hand, but since I've kissed it, I am at your command."

"Now I know why they call you silver tongue." You teased

"There's another reason, darling. Allow me to show you."

Lifting you, something that you'd never expected possible with your rubenesque form, and plopping you down on the mattress, which you found was soft as a cloud, leaning back against what felt like silk blankets and spreading your legs wide. Loki twirled their finger and suddenly soft ropes slid onto the bed like snakes, twisting in intricate knots to tie your limbs to the individual posts. They flicked their wrist again and slow jazz filled the room.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Or I shall prolong your pleasure." Unbuttoning their shirt slowly, then undoing their pants before pulling them down; their cock bouncing free from silk boxers. You were no stranger to toys of all sizes; though you had to admit a busy teaching schedule didn't leave much time to date. But Loki's cock had you trying to clench your thighs, the ties holding them wide open. Stroking it a few times, Loki growled.

"Such a desperate little whore. A perfect toy for a prince." The degrading words only heightened your arousal. Loki knelt on the bed between your legs. Still stroking their cock, they leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, getting closer to your cunt. "Absolutely soaking wet for me. I'm honored."

Licking a long stripe up your slit, your hips pushing up into their face as much as you could against the bonds. A low toe curling moan left your lips and Loki purred in return.

"Yes little pet. Dance for me." Focusing their attention with their tongue and lips on your clit, two fingers from their other hand came up to finger you, sliding in and out slowly. And that chill in their touch seemed even stronger now.

"Is that, your magic?" You panted

"Oh yes, pet. You'll find I'm full of surprises. All of which will drown you in unending pleasure."

Pressing up into your g-spot had you crying out in pleasure; Feeling the pressure of an orgasm build.

"Not so fast pet, I want to feel my cock buried in your warm wet cunt as it clenches me while you cum." Pulling their fingers from you and bringing them to their own lips, they laved their tongue over them. Then they traced them along your stomach in some kind of design.

"This will keep you from getting pregnant until we can discuss that aspect further."

"You…you want kids?"

"Perhaps, but nothing that must be decided now. For now, I want to spend every moment exploring every contour of your soft, pliant form." The words made you whimper in pleasure. You loved your body, but it wasn't always what partners were looking for. Hearing Loki praise your curves, drove you wild. Especially with the bite of harshness. Somehow Loki seemed to push every button you didn't know you had

Leaning over you fully, bringing their hands to fondle your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples which pebbled instantly at their cool touch. Kissing you again, your longed to wrap your arms around them, dragging your nails down their back. The restraint though was even hotter though. Feeling Loki's strong body on top of yours.

Rubbing their cock up and down your slit, they looked deep into your eyes. "Tell me you want this, my pet. Tell me you want to be claimed by me."

"Yes, Loki. My prince, please. I want your cock deep inside me." You pleaded. Worried your pillow talk sound like some lame porno, you closed your eyes. Suddenly Loki's thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, bringing their face so close to yours that you could feel their words on your lips.

"I Said. Eyes. On. Me." Their lips thundered down on yours, kissing you deeply as they thrust their hips forward. Moving their cock in and out of you, breaking the kiss as you gasped out in pleasure, your toes curling and you pressed your body up against theirs.

"Fuck, pet. Your tight quim was made for my cock. I've been thinking about doing this since I met you in that club. Thought of fucking you against the wall in that alley."

"Loki, fuck… You feel so good. More, please!" You begged moaned. One of Loki's hands moved between your legs, circling your clit and alternating speeds. "Fuck Loki..right there…"

"Trust me darling, I know just the right spots to touch and love. Advantage of having a very fluid partner." Loki's face shifted just a bit appearing more feminine before shifting back. The thought of fulfilling your fantasies only drove your pleasure further. Every moment of Loki's touch pushed you further to climax.

"Loki I'm..I'm gonna…"

"Me too, pet. Can I come inside you?"

"Please please please!" You panted, the idea sounding so hot to you. In a moment, your hips bucked up, your pussy clenching Loki's cock. They gave one final hard thrust and you felt them cumming in you, the warmth spreading and mixing with your own fluids. Loki fucked you through both your orgasms, grunting and groaning.

Finally, your brain started to come back down to your body. Loki's thrusts slowed and they lay on top of you. Their body on top of yours made you feel so safe and secure. Especially since your mind was spinning from all the excitement you were feeling. An amazing weekend topped off with fantastic sex with THE god of mischief. The realization started to make you laugh at how insane it all seemed.

Loki rested their head between your breasts, smiling. "What's so funny, pet?"

"I just had sex with the god of mischief. Whom I met in Provincetown, during pride month. It's just a little wild don't you think?"

"It is, but I think it's also a bit…" they placed quick kiss to your lips "Mischievous." Both of you laughed again before Loki waved their hand and the restraints fell off your arms. You brought them to wrap around Loki as they positioned you to lay on your sides.

"I told you darling. I was rather impressed by your knowledge. I had to meet the delightful little spark I saw on staging voguing to 'Born this Way' You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up.

Part of the show had involved a dance competition with the drag queen. You hadn't danced on stage since high school, but you thought of how you encouraged your students and felt the confidence to dance. Knowing Loki was in the audience, it made you feel seen, in a way you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

"Thank you, my prince." You pressed a kiss to their cheek. "You've made this a perfect weekend." Suddenly a thought hit you.

"Shit, all my stuff is at the hotel. And check out is in the morning." Loki once again waved their hand and all your stuff appeared in a neat pile in the corner.

"Feel like spending the summer in New York, darling? The pride festival is one of hell of a time."

You snuggled closer to Loki. This was going to be quite the summer vacation.

[thebunnyslibrary]

Spring Fever

Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Summary: If you go out in the woods for the first day of spring, be careful who you run into

Count: 4k

Warnings: Mosnterfucking, Dubcon, Bondage, Aphrodisiac/Potion use, Manipulation

an. Happy Spring y'all! It's been forever since I've posted but the DND brain rot got me inspired... I also have something for Loki I hope to post soon.💚 Thank you all for reading and reblogging 🌳🌸🏹

Being a princess was every little girl’s dream. But if they knew the heavier side, they might dream twice. Yes, there were parties and fancy foods and lots of pretty things, but then were days like today.

When you’d awoken in your chambers that morning, the sunlight streaming in your window made you smile. Winter was finally releasing its grasp and giving way to spring. Your bunny nature was twitching to enjoy nature and all its wonder’s, but instead you were stuck inside with another stuffy tutor, not paying attention to another stuffy lesson. You weren’t even sure what this lesson was supposed to be about, something regarding how to greet a visiting noble.

“Princess, are you with us?” your tutor had to snap you back to reality. Your head was always more in the clouds than in your books. Part of your hybrid nature, your mother said. And something that would pass once you wed, your father explained. Talk had already begun about whom you’d marry; talk with everyone but you, that was. You nodded at your instructor, but your attention was drawn back to the forest. You had to break free.

You’d managed to sneak away from your lessons, hoping to find some flowers to press in your journal. But now you were lost. It was your own fault; you’d been chasing after a beautiful deer, hoping to get a quick sketch of it. But you’d only gotten yourself lost and worse alone, having snuck away with no royal guard or anyone knowing where you were headed. You tried to think and remember, but everything looked the same to you.

“Well, hello there, little bunny.” A deep voice spooked you and you whirled around to see …him.

You’d never seen an orc before. And you certainly didn’t imagine they could be…so handsome. Tall and broad like a great mountain, his skin had an olive tinge to it. He wore leather trousers and only a leather vest on top; revealing a chest covered in tribal tattoos and a necklace of beads and bones dripping from his neck. Your eyes lingered on his left arm because when you saw it, you were astonished to see it was made entirely of iron, but moved as if flesh and blood.

“Poor little thing lost in the woods,” his voiced purred. He reached out to stroked one of your ears, something no one had ever done before. And when he did it shot a jolt of excitement to your core.

Long chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a bun, no braids or beads to be seen. Something you’d heard about their culture. His face was more human in nature, with a stubbled chiseled jaw. But with great tusks protruding from his bottom lip and a smaller set from his upper; you were reminded of his true heritage. A great silver ring through his nose gleamed in the light of the day. You shivered, but chalked it up to the early spring chill, cursing yourself for forgetting your cloak.

“You…saw the deer?” You asked, not understanding his meaning. He chuckled, his shoulders shaking.

“Adorable. Yes, little one, I saw the stag. My hunt for the day.” He leaned in close and you were surprised to find instead of the foul stench the maids always gossiped about, he smelled of leather, and the woods themselves, with something soft underneath. Lavender? Your nose twitched and you were surprised at how gently the orc’s metal arm cupped your cheek, cooing at you softly. You should be fighting back, but your thighs pressed together.

“But I’ve just found myself a much better prize. A little princess wandering through orc territory…during mating season.”

Before you could react, the great orc threw you over his shoulder. You were stunned into silence and you tried to squirm or punch at him to get him to let you go. That was until his iron hand smacked you soundly on your ass. You’d been hit once or twice as a child but the feel of the metal on your flesh gave you pause. “Behave, little rabbit. I’ve got no problem turning you into my stew for the night.” His voice was teasing, but you couldn’t help be scared there was truth in his mockery.

He marched for some ways, quietly except for the occasional whistling. You were worried to say anymore, the rumors of what you heard happened to girls kidnapped by orcs swirling in your mind. But the way he’d treated you confused you; he told you he’d planned to mate with you. And rather than scaring you…it actually excited you. Even thinking back to the smack on your ass had you squirming.

“Twitchy little bunny, aren’t you?” the orc spoke. And you squeaked, realizing he’d been paying attention to you.

“N-no.” you denied, softly. He merely chuckled in response. When he finally brought you into the encampment you were, very surprised. You’d always thought orcs were a brutal, loner race who slept in the dirt, or so your parents told you.

Instead, you saw tents made from great animal pelts that were dyed or painted beautiful colors and designs; Some were not much smaller than a cottage in your kingdom’s village. And you looked around as small children ran back and forth, laughing and playing. But you also saw as the deeper into camp you were brought in, the more people were staring at you.

Eventually, you were lifted off the orc’s shoulders and came face to …well, much taller face, with another orc who had blonde hair braided in a strand with the sides of his head shaved and a scruffy beard. He was standing outside a tent that seemed the size of two put together.

“Well Bucky, I see you’ve found a little toy.” The blonde orc spoke.

“A little rabbit lost in the woods. Thought I’d bring her home and make her comfortable.” The one you now knew as Bucky said.

“She is rather cute.” The blonde orc commented, eyeing you and you really wished you were wearing your cloak. Your dress was modest, but your corsets were leaving you feeling very exposed.

“You’ve got your own mate Steve.” Bucky said, giving him what looked like a friendly shove. “Where is Sam anyways?”

“Out hunting. Good thing too, since our other chieftain seems to get distracted. Though I can’t blame you.” The way Steve eyed you made you feel as if you were standing stark naked before him. But you realized, he was probably imagining it. “If you’re ever interested in sharing, let me know.”

Bucky looked at Steve, then you and winked. Steve headed off and Bucky dragged you into the tent. The first thing you noticed was the warmth. A small fire burned in a pit, but the pit had a metal grate and a chimney leading up and out of the tent, like an outdoor fireplace.

“Keeps the cinders from flying away. You’d be surprised what can be accomplished with some iron.” The mention of iron drew your eyes back to his arm. You realized it was rude to stare a moment too late and looked back to his face to see his bright blue eyes watching you.

“I uhm. I was. Just. Curious.” Your voice was soft and timid, scared to upset the man holding you captive. But he didn’t seem to wish you harm…yet. He sat down on a log near the fire and patted his leg; you walked over timidly before slowly climbing into his lap. You balanced yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders and had only just gotten settled…when you felt Bucky’s fingers playing with your tail. You let out a squeak, making Bucky growl in his chest.

“Mmm, a curious little rabbit I’ve found, have I?” he mused. “I was born of a wood elf mother and an Orc Father. When I was younger, I saved our tribe from starvation one winter when I killed a great buck with only a stone knife. But I lost an arm. My mother, went to lord Stark of the Fae to plead for healing. When he learned how I lost the arm saving the tribe, he granted me this mechanical magic. I was given two names that day.” He spoke in orcish and explained it meant “The Winter Soldier. But everyone just calls me Bucky. Now I am an orc chieftain and you little rabbit, shall call me husband.”

His story tugged your heart strings. He had gone to great lengths to protect what was his. Far braver than your father, a king who barked orders at knights instead of doing things himself.

“You should be honored, little rabbit.” Bucky used is other hand to stroke one of your ears. “A princess like yourself, who wandered onto my lands, be thankful that a great chieftain like myself has chosen you. Rather than some sniveling, third cousin your human parents would’ve chosen for you.”

An orc's bride? You’d been told your whole life, that when you grew up your duty would be to produce and sire as many heirs as possible for your betrothed, a man whom you hadn’t met yet. Not the pleasure you’d been feeling that was soaking your panties.

“What…what does being your wife, entail?” you asked. Bucky’s face broke into a grin that both comforted and unnerved you.

“I’m so glad you asked, princess.” Without another word, he pulled you in for a deep kiss. Your logical brain told you to struggle and fight but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you killed those thoughts. He was so strong. But as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried towards the bed of furs you felt…secure, safe.

“Did your mother explain HOW you would preform your queenly duties?” Bucky asked, his mocking tome returned. You shook your head.

“My mother told me my nurses’ maids would explain it on my wedding night,” you said. You had a general idea of how it all worked, having read a few romance novels that left you feeling something between your legs, but not knowing how to relive those feelings.

“Good. Then I get to take my time with you. And learn exactly what makes my little bunny squirm.” With that he reached up and ripped at the front of your dress exposing your breasts. His fiendish gaze made you squeak and instinctually go to cover yourself. But before you could, Bucky had gathered your wrists together and tied them tight with a leather chord.

“My poor little bunny. You should get used to being exposed before your new husband. You’ll only wear clothes outside of my tent and I tell you that will be a very rare occurrence.” While he pulled your dress off more with his metal hand, his flesh one tweaked and pulled one of your nipples. The other was under assault from his lips and tongue. It was strange new…and exciting. Every ministration had you pushing your body up into his. Like he was a bard and you his instrument.

“Such pretty noises you make, princess. I wonder how soaked you are between your legs.” His hands switched places and the cold iron of his hand only added to the intensity but you were suddenly aware of his other hand between your legs. Fondling your womanhood with a surprisingly gentile touch. “Just as I thought. Absolutely soaked. But just to be sure.” Bucky’s face left your chest, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, over your belly and down between your legs

“What…what are you doing…?” You asked, genuinely confused

“Oh, little bunny… I am going to show you pleasure you prudish humans are too scared to give one another.” Before you could ask what he meant you felt his tongue lick a long stripe up your pussy and encircled your clit.

“This, my little bunny, will be the focus of all your pleasure.” His tongue flicked your clit a few times, making you moan more than the whores you’d caught the guards with once or twice. Your moans were genuine, passionate; having no idea your body could feel this level of pleasure.

Bucky’s arms wrapped around your thighs and every now and then he would take a break from slurping your cunt to place kisses and scrape his tusks against your thighs. “My cute little chubby bunny. Can’t waiting to have these thighs wrapped around my head. Gunna have you sitting on my face whenever I want.” His promises were driving you wild just as much as feeling his tongue licking and sucking all over your pussy.

He was feasting on you as if he was a starving man and you were a banquet. His iron hand kept fondling your breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple between his fingers. Every now and then he’d give a harsh pinch and tug, making you moan and press your hips against his face. The pain mixing with the pleasure in a cocktail of ecstasy. And it was all building towards something.

“Bucky…” you panted out… “I feel…” But just as whatever you thought was happening happened, Bucky pulled his face away, a drop of your juices running down one of his tusks you licked your lips at the thought of licking it off. “Hang on princess, I have something that’ll make you feel even better.”

Bucky stood up from his position and went over to an old leather trunk, pulling out a small jar. Before he rejoined you in bed, he shed himself of the leather trousers and your jaw dropped at the cock between his legs, jutting up proudly to his rounded, stout belly. You’d seen a few in paintings and tapestries but this… “You’re so…big,” you gasped.

“Don’t worry, bunny. This’ll make sure I can fit my fat orc cock in your little bunny cunt.”

As he stepped closer, you could see jar contained a pink substance; something Bucky dipped his fingers in and suddenly was rubbing in circles around your already sensitive nipples. At first it felt cool, but as the moments passed, you felt a warming starting to engulf you. Spreading from your breasts through your whole body.

And it only got. More intense as Bucky pushed two fingers in to you. The warmness started to turn into a need, a carnal desire. Bucky’s fingers were so large it took a moment to adjust but when he did, it felt amazing. “That’s a good little bunny.” He praised, which only made your tail twitch as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to get some relief for your poor clit.

“Please. Bucky. I need…” you panted.

“You need…” Bucky climbed back on the bed kneeling between your legs. He leaned down; his face so close to yours you could practically feels his words on your lips. “Tell your husband what you need, little bunny. Do you need to be my little bunny slut? To have your cunt filled over and over again by my thick orc cock?” His words drive you even crazier with want and desire. Feelings you’d never experienced and now they were in overdrive.

“Yes…please….”

Without another word Bucky pulled away his fingers before pushing his cock deep within you, making you scream as your toes curled and you were sure you were being split in half. He gave you a moment to adjust before he started a slow pace. His metal hand went between your legs and fondled your clit. His flesh hand was pressed into the mattress near your head as he kissed a trail between your breasts up to your ear.

“Gunna give me lots of little babies? With your ears and my good looks the whole tribe is going to fawn all over them…” Everything your parents ever told you meant his words should scare you; carrying his children? But instead, the way he spoke only made you…giggle? Yes, you were smiling at the idea of yours and his kids. “Yes, Bucky.”

“Such a cute little bunny…” Bucky purred, reaching down to hoist one of your legs up further, driving his cock further into you. You’d already been denied one climax, your second was approaching fast.

“Bucky please…” you choked out.

“That’s it, little bunny. Scream for me. Scream so the whole camp knows how good the chieftain fucks his little wife.” His pace became harder, fucking into you with wild abandon. “Cum for me, little bunny.” And you did, hard. Your climaxing crashing over you in waves of ecstasy as you screamed and moaned at the feeling. Above you, bucky stilled and you moaned more at the feeling of Bucky cumming in you, feeling it leak past you and dripping out of your pussy.

“Messy little bunny.” Bucky teased and your face heated up. Your breath hitched at the sight of Bucky pulling a dagger out from under the bed. “Relax, little bunny. I would not damage my bride.” Instead, he cut the leather cord binding your wrists. “At least not without taking care of her afterwards.” He pulled a large pelt up around you both, and it was there in his warm embrace you fell asleep, his cock still buried in you.

You’d always thought of sex as a chore, a duty to continue a bloodline. True, you knew couples to be affectionate and love each other. But the way Bucky made you feel mixing ravenous passion with just a dash of pain made you shiver with excitement. But you knew nothing about orcs.

When you awoke, you were surprised to find yourself alone. A lit fire made the place surprisingly warm, and a comfortable moan turned into a wince you looked down to see bruises littering your neck and shoulders. That would explain how sore you were. And you were sure there were more bruises to be found. Between your legs was especially tender, but you didn’t feel bad. In fact, you felt great. And even more so, you felt free. You laid there, listening to the crackle of fire and the sound of the breeze outside tent and smiled.

He didn’t seem aggressive but you knew nothing about being a …what had he called it. Chieftain’s wife? Surely it was like being a queen and you could do that. You had been in training, after all. And one of the main reasons you hated lessons was that your ideas were always shot down, called too flighty or gods forbid, empathetic.

“Well now. The Chieftain’s Wife.” You looked up and saw… a human woman? A redhead wearing a purple tunic and black pants. Her hair was plated into a single long braid, with beautiful silver beads braided in. She had two daggers around her thigh; the sight of which made you freed but she held up her hands “Relax, princess.” You sat up, only to squeak in realization you were totally naked, quickly covering yourself with the top pelt.

“How…how do you know who I am?”

“My name’s Natasha. I applied to be a member of the royal guard. But got rejected cause I’m a woman. I left the kingdom and wound up here. Sam, our second chief was impressed by my skills and allowed me to join his tribe. I even found my own mate. The local healer, Bruce.”

“What are they like?” you asked.

“I’ll be honest, little brutish. Though you've probably figured that out.” Her words made you smile. “But they have a respect for nature and live more in harmony with it than our kingdom ever could. I found a freedom here I never thought possible.” You pondered her words. Freedom. Something you never thought you’d have a chance at. Every moment of your life planned out for you, including the betrothed husband Bucky had taunted you with. Bucky...

“What is the chief like?”

“Smart. He handles a lot of the strategic moves. That’s why he chose you for his mate

“But, my parents…”

“He’s aware. Which is why I’m here. I’ve come to escort you home, if you choose.“

“I think you would be a great Chieftain’s Wife. I was friends with some of the guards and they’d sometimes mention how sad the princess looked. How your ideas were often rejected or ignored because a queen is beautiful but silent. Not here. If you speak your mind to Bucky; I promise, he will listen. He already talks about how beautiful you are.” That thought made you smile.

You thought for a moment. “And if I stay?” You asked.

“Would you teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow?

“Of course. In fact, my lover Clint…”

“Wait. I thought Bruce was your husband?” You asked.

“He is but the orcs are rather…generous in their love.” A slight blush made Natasha’s cheeks turn as red as her hair. “It’ll be between you and Bucky to discuss but there’s been quite a gossip around you, bunny.” The little wink she gave you made you feel even warmer. “And if you ever need someone to talk to, Bucky has also asked I be your security.

“I appreciate that. Thank you, Natasha” She gave you a polite nod and left. A few more minutes later, Bucky came in, shirtless but in trousers. And you noticed his hair was still in the same bun, but now some of his hair braided on his left side two beads, one silver, one red.

“My cute little bunny. How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” This time, it sounded like you were teasing him.

“I'd say I was sorry, but it’d be a lie. I can try to be gentler next time, but I don’t think that’s what you want. You bit your lip at the thought.

“No, I don’t think so.” You admitted quietly. Bucky smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I have something for you.” He reached for your hand you gave it freely. Bucky opened his own hand to reveal a beautiful gold ring to match the one around his tusk. In his hand was also a silver bead, with a tiny wolf carved into it.

“It’s beautiful, Bucky.” You said.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you, my little bunny.” he smiled, stroking your ear. But one question still lingered I your mind. “What was that pink stuff, Bucky?”

“A powerful aphrodisiac” he explained. “Makes you feel amazing and I knew your tiny body would need a little helping taking my cock. Just a little lubricant. Amazing how people can ignore the simplest things that would fix their problems.” His words had you squirming again. He leaned into kiss you, kicking off round 2.

But what Bucky didn’t tell you, was how the lubricant would bond your hearts together. You and Bucky were connected. And if your parents tried to take you away from him, it would kill you. Even offering to take you home had just been illusion; you’d never leave him. But what it did matter, you got your freedom and he had a cute little bunny to play with. And Natasha had been all to willing to help, taking revenge on the king and queen.

**3 MONTHS LATER**

Your mother paced nervously back and forth. They’d received your letter and your father had immediately wanted to mount an army, but your mother had managed to convince him to hold off, suggesting instead to write a return letter, wanting to see you first. They had received a response, stating you would return to see them…with your husband.

When you entered the throne room, your mother finally sat in shock. One side of your head had been shaved, with part of your remaining hair in a braid that matched the great orc’s you held hands with. When you lived in the palace, your mother forced you into more “feminine” colors, pinks and purple, but now you a dress of greens, browns. Far more fitting to camouflage in the woods. You carried a bow on your back and tribal tattoos winded down your arm; coming to a shape at your wrist that when your parents looked to your hands, they saw a matching on the orc’s flesh arm.

No longer were you the princess of their kingdom. But the chieftain’s wife of a great orc tribe. You were wild. You were free.

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This is the Way

Pairing: Soft!dark!Mandalorian x Reader

Summary: He decides he needs someone else to train and guide The Child; and he's chosen you...

Word Count: 3100~

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Kidnapping, Hints of Stockholm Syndrome, Daddy Kink

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day, y'all <3

You were a teacher in The New Republic; helping planets heal that had once been held by imperial rule. Trained to help and care for children; and your kind heart made it even easier. So of course, when you saw a small alien child wandering around by his lonesome following a frog, you didn’t think twice about rushing to help him. Never mind he was green and hairy; he was a child.

“Hey there.” you cooed as you picked him up. “You okay?” He made gurgling noises as he fiddled with a small metal ball in his hand. You looked around but didn’t see anyone who resembled the child in your arms. Night was falling and people were returning to their homes for the evening.

“I hope you’re not all alone out here.” you said, then a gloved hand covered your mouth.

“He’s not.” a modulated voice answered. You felt a sharp pinch to your neck and everything went black.

When you woke up, there was a slight pounding in your head. You opened your eyes and sat up quickly in the small cot you were laying on. You looked around the small room, all the walls were made of metal with only one small window. But you could see you were somewhere out in space.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” you muttered, mind racing and starting to panic. Just before you could fully break down in a panic; the door to the room slid open and there stood a person dressed in full armor made of leather and metal; you couldn’t see their face as it was covered by a helmet. In their hands, they had a tray with some food and a cup on it. They came in and silently sat down on the cot next to you. You were too afraid to speak but the figure spoke for you.

“How’s your head?” The voice…the same voice you heard before you passed out.

“Who…who are you?” He, you were assuming based on the voice, didn’t answer you. Simply handed you the cup of water. But you didn’t want to drink anything this masked assailant gave you.

“It’s not poisoned.” He said. But you still didn’t drink. A few tense moments hung between you too before you blurted out

“Please I don’t know what you want, I’m just a teacher! A nobody! So please, just take me home and I’ll never tell anyone.” you pleaded. But he didn’t respond. He looked at you for a few more moments, before standing up and exiting the room, leaving you alone.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, staring out the window as you move through the stars. But after felt what like an eternity, the armor-clad man returned, this time with the small green alien following behind him in a floating pram.

“You didn’t eat.” He said.

“No, I don’t usually eat or drink things given to me by men in armor who kidnap me for unknown reasons.” The fear had turned to anger…with a little fear still. He sighed through the modulator, then took a piece of the food and squatted down to be eye level with the child.

“Eat this and show her it’s not poisoned.” The baby looked at him for a moment, then took the food and happily gobbled it down. The man turned back to you. “There? See? Not poisoned, now please eat.” You stared at him for a moment, then did as you were told. He watched you as you ate, and it felt unnerving so you tried to talk to him, plead to any moral code he had.

“That armor… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s beskar. Forged by my people, the Mandalorians.” Your eyes widened.

“Mandalorians? I thought… they had been wiped out.” you said earnestly, not wanting to upset him.

“Almost. I’m one of the remaining few.” Silence fell over the room again. Nothing but the sounds of you chewing, and occasionally the baby would make small noises as he played with his metal ball

“His name is Grogu.” The Mandalorian spoke.

“Grogu. I’ve never seen anyone like him.”

“Neither have I. I’ve seen a lot of different types.” the Mandalorian explained. “And that’s why I need someone very special to help me take care of him.” He brushed a bit of hair back from your face. You choked on the water you’d been sipping

“Wha…what? But I can’t… I don’t…” you started to hyperventilate. Take care of an alien baby, with a man who’d kidnapped you? It was too much and you started to panic again but two strong hands gripped your shoulders

“Relax. Breathe with me. In and out.” You followed as he said, taking deep breaths in and letting them out. The panic subsided, but the fear remained.

“I can’t just…I don’t even know you.” You reasoned.

“No, but I know you.” He sat down next to you. “I know you’re kind, caring, beautiful, and I’ve seen you with the children. You’d make a wonderful mother.” His comments made your face heat up a little. “And there is something that makes you very special. You’re force sensitive.” he pointed to Grogu. “So is he.” Your jaw dropped a little in shock.

“But…how…where…?” So many questions filled your mind.

“I saved him from a group of imperials, now he is in my care.” His hand reached out to take one of yours. “Our care, I should say.” You were stunned, to say the least. A Mandalorian had been stalking you and kidnapped you to take care of a foundling force sensitive child. You felt as if you were going to faint again.

“And…and If I say no?” you asked, not 100% sure if you wanted the answer. The hand holding yours suddenly grabbed your wrist painfully tight.

“Then there are a dozen planets nearby where I can make sure you disappear.” You whimpered at the pain, but he only squeezed tighter…until Grogu cried out. That made the Mandalorian stop immediately. He looked between you and Grogu.

“Interesting.” he mused aloud before standing up, taking the tray and cup with him.

“I’ll be back later. You have some time to think it over.” as he left, Grogu leaned out of his pram and waved at you. For some reason, you felt the need to wave back.

Exhaustion from the fear took over and you must’ve dozed off slightly. The sound of the door woke you up, and the Mandolorian stepped back in. You didn’t say anything, but he spoke.

“You and the kid; you’re connected somehow through the force. So, you have two choices. You can stay here with me and him and keep us happy. Or, I can drop you off at the nearest slave trade planet. Your choice.” Faced with two frightful paths, you could do nothing but choose the lesser of two evils.

“I’ll stay.”

“Such a good girl. Now strip.” Your eyes widened.

“Wha...”

“I said you would keep us happy, little star. I’ve missed the touch of a woman. Especially one as beautiful as you.” Your hands clenched into fists; this couldn’t be happening. “Now, strip.” He ordered again. For the first time, you truly noticed the arsenal of weapons on him. He could kill you in a moment’s notice. With that in mind, you stood up and slowly started to undressing. Grunting, the Mandalorian took two giant steps toward you, and grabbing the neckline, tore the dress and bra you were wearing in two, leaving you only in your underpants.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it, Am I clear?” You nodded, biting your lip in fear. But he reached around you and gave a hard slap to your ass. “And I expect a verbal answer, slut.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmmm…I think Daddy would be a better fit. Considering I’m about to make you a mommy.” His words washed over you but before you could react, he gave another smack to your ass.

“Now, remove my armor. Carefully, it’s real beskar.” Your hands trembled as you carefully removed his belt and gloves first, seeing his rough and calloused hands. The first bit of skin you’d actually seen of him. You carefully placed the weapon laden garments down and away from you. He chuckled.

“What a scared little one I have here. Don’t worry, if you be good for me, I can be real good for you.” You swallowed nervously before taking off the chest plate and shoulder pads. You went to remove the helmet, but his hand grabbed yours, gentler this time but still with a firm grip.

“I’ll take that off. But first, I have to do this.” From the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a piece of black cloth. He reached his hands up and you struggled a little. “Relax.” He ordered. You whimpered a little, tears spilling from your eyes. “If I wanted to hurt you, I could do that without the blindfold.” He threatened before tying it over your eyes and sending you into darkness.

His hands left you for a moment and you heard the click and hiss of his helmet being removed. A softer voice than the harsh modulated one spoke.

“It is against Mandalorian creed for any living creature to see my face. This is the way.” You didn’t understand, but you nodded and meekly replied. “Yes daddy.” He gave a slight pinch to the back of your thigh.

“When I say those words to you, you will respond the same. This is the way.” He repeated and you echoed back

“This is the way.”

“Good little star.” And a pair of soft lips pressed against yours. You could feel a moustache and some whiskers on his face and it tickled just a bit, making you smile.

“You like how that feels, little one? Let’s see how it feels between your thighs.” He guided you to lay down on the cot, bringing your arms up over your head, and you didn’t dare move them.

“Don’t worry, my bedroom is a bit comfier. I just need to have you now. But I promise, I’ll spread you out for hours on my bed and fuck you so good you won’t want to leave it.” He growled. He kissed you again, more forceful than before as he forced his tongue past your lips. He broke the kiss when he felt you pressing your hips up against him, making him chuckle.

“So needy.” He started trailing kisses down your neck, between your breasts and over your stomach until finally settling between your thighs. He ran his finger over your still clothed pussy. “And so wet for me. You may not think you want this. But your body tells me different.” He slowly peeled your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere. “Dank farrik… you’re soaked. Have you ever had a man eat this pretty little pussy before?”

“N....no daddy. You’re…” You were too embarrassed to say it.

“Oh babygirl….am I your first?” You bit your lip before a sharp slap to your thigh made you squeak out.

“Yes daddy.” He growled in his chest and dove right into your cunt, licking everywhere his tongue could reach. Feasting like a starving man at a smorgasbord.

“You’re mine now, starlight. And I’m never letting you or this perfect pussy go.” His fingers traced small circles around your clit, making you cry out as your hips bucked off the bed.

“Yes daddy! All yours!” You hardly knew what you were saying, but you’d never felt anything this amazing in your life. You could feel your climax building and build but just as you felt ready to burst, he stopped suddenly, making you whine in disappointment.

“Awe, did daddy ruin your orgasm?” He asked, mockingly. “Good, from now on, dumb little babies like you need to ask, no, beg permission to cum.”

“Y…yes daddy.” You whined. You could feel him shift on the bed, heard the sound of clothes rustling and then you could feel him pressing his cock against you.

“Tell me you want it; tell me you want me to breed you and claim you as my mate.”

“I…I want you daddy. Please, breed me. Make me yours.” Tears ran down your face as the embarrassment, fear, and twisted desire mixed together. You felt him press a kiss, much more gentile to your forehead.

“My good little girl.” One of his hands landed on the mattress while he used the other to guide his cock into you. He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock; you couldn’t see, but you knew he was big. Given by how much he was taking his time.

“Feel me filling you up, little one. Someday I bet I’m going to have you begging me to fill you over and over again.” He started to move in and out of you. The stretching sensation gave way to pleasure as he used the hand not supporting him on the bed to rub at your clit. The sensations together were amazing, and far better than your hands had ever been.

“I can feel you clenching my dick with that tight little cunt of yours. Left on edge by your big bad daddy, weren’t you?” You whined in pleasure but it was lost in a groan as he gave a particularly harsh thrust. “So kriffing pretty…” he grunted, picking up the pace in his thrusts.

“I know you won’t last long, and neither will I. So, I better hear you begging. Or I’ll just take my pleasure from you and leave you to stew.”

“Please! Please daddy…I wanna cum, wanna cum so bad.” You pleaded.

“I don’t know…you gunna be my good little whore? Raise the kid, and however many else I want?” You were horrified to find yourself moaning at his words. The harshness, the dark promises. You shouldn’t want this but you couldn’t help yourself as you cried out.

“Yes Daddy! Make me yours…please!” you begged, desperate with want and lust.

“Good little star. Cum. Cum all over my cock while I fill you up.” He ordered. His command pushed you over the edge. Pleasure washed over you as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

“Gunna fill you up, get you pregnant, keep you forever…and ever!” he grunted before stilling. You could feel his cum in you and you shuddered, though the line between pleasure or disgust was a bit muddled right now. His breathing was heavy and labor and you could feel him above you. Especially when he leaned down to kiss you, gently.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, as if you weren’t even meant to hear it. There was a calm stillness over the room, and for a moment you almost let yourself go in the moment. But the thought what had just transpired was still there, and you started to cry again, silently. But he only kissed the tears away.

“Don’t worry, my little star. Daddy will take care of you.” He promised. You could hear him straighten up and felt as he slowly pulled out of you. You could feel his semen running out of you a little, before two warm fingers pushed it back in.

“Messy little baby…don’t worry, I’ll give you a little more later, make sure it takes.” He spoke so calmly, as if he was talking about making dinner. You heard some fabric rustling and felt your panties being pulled back up your legs. Then you heard his voice again, but it was modulated this time

“Wait here.” The door swung open and closed and you sat up slowly on the cot, removing the blindfold. You looked around the room, your clothes torn to shreds, his armor and weapons on the floor. This was wrong; so very very wrong. You should be scared, terrified. But something about him, the words. They stuck with you, the harshness of his words but the softness of his touch. It drew you in. He returned a moment later, his helmet indeed covering his face, wearing a simple brown shirt and matching trousers. In one hand was a pile of clothes; in the other, a pair of boots not unlike his.

“I picked these out for you, I hope they fit.” You took the clothes and meekly replied

“Thank you.” You hoped you would have a modicum of privacy, but were granted none as he simply started to collect his armor and weapons, re-dressing himself. You unfolded the clothes to find a royal blue runic, black pants, and a black cloak.

“I will get you some basic armor soon. And it will be embossed with our clan sign.” He pointed it out on his own armor. Is that…

“A mudhorn?” you asked with a small smile. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling too.

“Yes. When I first rescued the kid, some Jawas tried to scrap my ship and I had to defeat a mudhorn for its egg. For defeating the mudhorn, the Forgemaster declared that would be our clan’s sign.” You stared at him for a moment. This man had kidnapped you, taken you all but against your will, but still; there was something so charming in him and his stories. You finished with the boots. Everything fit perfectly.

“All set?” he asked, offering you his hand. You hesitated for a moment, but slowly placed yours in his. He looked at you’re a moment, then squeezed it; almost reassuring you.

As he led you out of the room, you looked around at the ship.

“One of your jobs will be tidying up around here, keeping the Razor Crest clean. You don’t have to scrub the windows or go nuts, but I don’t want to fly around a garbage dump. Understand?” You nodded meekly, and he sighed in response.

“Use your words, little star.”

“Yes Daddy.” you replied.

“Good Girl.” He climbed up the ladder to the cockpit, then offered you a hand as you followed behind him. The ladder led to a small platform whose door opened in to the main cockpit. There were only two chairs and Grogu sleeping soundly in his pram.

“Why don’t you hold him, make sure he stays out of trouble.” And it might help the two of you bond.” Mando teased.

You picked Grogu up and sat back down, holding him on your lap and he began to stir. Mando sat back down in the pilot’s seat, before turning to look at the two of you. “Kid, this is your new mommy. And soon, you’ll have a little brother or sister to play with too.” He turned back around and flipped off the autopilot, taking the wheel and the ship began to fly faster.

As you held Grogu in your arms, you did feel a bond with him. Maybe it was the force sensitivity, maybe something else. All you knew was he was in your care now. Our care.Mando’s words from before echoed in your mind.

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A Little Peace

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you to find something for him, but instead you help him find some peace of mind...

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Weed Smoking

a/n: Hey all! I wanted to get this out Wednesday but was lacking in...motivation. ;) Enjoy!

“Hey (y/n) can you grab my pocket knife? I think it’s in my nightside drawer.” Bucky called out to you. He was trying to assemble a new coffee table for your apartment at the compound. But apparently even a super soldier with a bionic arm still had trouble with plastic packaging. You went into your room an opened the drawer on his night table, and were amazed at the clutter within. You supposed it was a sense of inner rebellion and freedom against the rigid structure that his previous life has been. But it didn’t exactly make it easy to find anything.

You dug around in the drawer for a few minutes and finally found the black handled knife. But as you looked in his drawer you saw a small baggie. Was that….?

You strolled back into the room were Bucky was unwrapping some piece of the table.

                “Did you find it?” Bucky asked, not looking up at you.

                “I certainly did.” You said smugly, dropping small plastic container of weed into his lap. The receipt from the dispensary was still attached.

                “Well…I….” Bucky sputtered; words seemed to fail him; But you chuckled and sat next to him on the couch.

                “Relax Buck. I’m no prude. I smoked in college. I’m not even that surprised to see you with it. Does it help?” you asked, genuinely curious. But he looked away sheepishly.

                “I actually…haven’t tried it yet. Tony said it helped him a lot, and he told me where to get some. But I just…I don’t know. We grew up being told this stuff was as bad as heroin.” He confessed, his voice wavering just a bit like a child caught doing something naughty.

                “Oh, I know. I’ve seen reefer madness.” You joked. You were both quiet for a few moments.

                “Well, if you’d like…” you spoke up, “I’d be more than happy to smoke with you.” You offered. Bucky looked up at you.

                “Really, you’d wanna?”

                “Absolutely! I remember having a lot of fun. Plus, it is legal now.” You reminded him. And he smiled.

                “Sounds good doll. Help me get this table built then we’ll…blaze up, as the kids say.”

                “Gods you’re old.” You joked before giving him a kiss.

                2 hours later, the two of you had assembled the table, but you advised it was better to eat first before smoking. You went out to get dinner and came back with a small surprise. After you two had stuffed yourself with your favorite pizza, you presented it to him.

                “I always preferred a pipe, and most convenience stores sell them for ‘tobacco use only.’ Look!” You handed Bucky the small glass pipe, clear blue glass with a Captain America shield on it. Bucky smiled

                “I’ll definitely have to show Sam and Steve…maybe…” he trailed off. His eyes looking a bit guilty. You touched his shoulder.

                “We don’t have to smoke if you don’t want to. But you should also know you’re not a bad person for doing it. A lot of veterans nowadays smoke specifically to help with PTSD. If anything, they’ll find it funny and we could probably get a smoke circle started,” you said.  And he thought for a minute before smiling and nodding.

                “Well, you’re the one with the experience.” He said gesturing to the set up. And you laughed.

                “Yeah right.” But you grabbed the container, pulling out a decent size nugget and pulling it apart enough to pack the bowl. “Okay, so it’s not that complicated. You put your finger over this little hole, that’s the carburetor, then, you just gently light it and inhale. You don’t have to hold the flame too it, just a quick and light and let it burn. If you want a little oxygen, just move your finger off the carb.” You gave Bucky a brief demonstration, inhaling slowly and sucking in a little oxygen. You still coughed a bit as you handed him the pipe and lighter.

                “Jeez doll, you okay?” You nodded reaching for the bottle of water on the table.

                “Yeah, just out of practice. Don’t feel like you have to take a huge breath. Slow and small to start.” Bucky took the pipe in his vibranium hand, the lighter in his flesh one and he tried his best to replicate you, taking in a small breath and holding it before exhaling, but without the coughing.

                “Well look at you and those super soldier lungs.” You joked “Can you even get stoned?”

                “I don’t know, honestly. But it’s worth a shot.” Bucky handed the pipe back to you and you took a bigger hit, also sans coughing.

“Oh! I wanna try something! Open your mouth.” You told Bucky before inhaling. He did as he was told, looking a bit confused. You exhaled and blew coolly into his mouth. He inhaled and started to laugh.

“Nice baby, let me try something.” He took the pipe from you and inhaled, taking a moment before blowing 3 perfect smoke rings.

“Wow! And you never smoked?” you asked, incredulously.

“Well, never smoked weed. Every ration had a pack of smokes back in ’42.” He explained, handing the pipe to you. Back and forth it went until there was nothing left but ash. You were fully stoned, feeling like you were floating on a cloud.

                “How ya feel, Buck?” you asked and he smiled.

                “Not bad…a little fuzzy but…a lot calmer. Like, there’s usually all this tension and static in my head from everything but now…I just feel peace…” he leaned back on the couch and smiled and you couldn’t stop the small giggle that bubbled up. “What’s so funny?” he asked

                “Right now, everything.” You admitted. “I was always the one who caught the giggles when my friends and I would smoke. You know, get the munchies, want to watch old cartoons. All that stuff.”

                “Cause you’re my giggly girl.” Bucky joked and leaned over, giving you a big kiss. You pressed back against him, breaking the kiss only so you could straddle his lap and then resuming your make out session. When you finally pulled away gasping for air, you dragged one finger down his chest.

                “You know…there was always one thing I wanted to experience stoned, but never got the chance to.” You confessed.

                “What’s that, doll?” Bucky asked. You leaned in and kissed him again, trailing kisses up his jaw before giving a quick nip to his ear.

                “It’s supposed to make orgasms feel phenomenal…” you whispered before giggling again and leaning back. And that was when Bucky wrapped his hands around your thighs, standing up and bringing you with him; Carrying you as if you weighed nothing up to your bedroom; stumbling only slightly. Seems his super reflexes weren’t too dulled.

He laid you out on the sheets, which felt even softer in your state of mind.  “Let’s test that theory.” He said before trailing Hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He peeled your shirt off, kissing your breasts and your tummy as he knelt between your legs, hooking them over his shoulders.  

                “Fucky baby. You’re always so wet for me. But even more so now. Bet it’s all sensitive down here, isn’t it?” He teased, running his vibranium fingers in small circles around your clit. “You know one thing I’ve come to love about this arm, doll?”

                You rolled your head up and the headiness of the weed and the horniness mixed together made you flop back down, giggling.

                “What, Bucky?” you asked. Rather than answer you with words, his fingers started to vibrate against your clit, making you gasp and arch off the bed before he shifted to keep you pinned.

                “Yeah, my little baby. Feels good huh? Newest update.” He gave you a wink before he lowered his head. Normally, Bucky ate your pussy like a starving man, but tonight he seemed to take everything much slower. You raised your head enough to meet his eyes and saw how red they were. Yep, both of you were baked. The vibrations increased and you squeaked, Bucking your hips.

                “I want you to feel everything I do to you, doll. And I wanna savor your taste. Fuck, you taste so good and you’re so soft for me baby. My little edible.” He kissed a line from your pussy to your thigh, taking a quick nip, making you squeal and giggle. Then his tongue was back on you and you were loving the sensations.

                Your hands made their way down to his head, where you relished in the softness of his hair. He’d put it up into a bun since you’d assembled the…thing…whatever it was, your brain couldn’t recall. But now you just needed to feel it and play with it.  You grabbed it when Bucky started curling his fingers inside you, making you gasp.

                “Bucky…gunna….” the vibrations, the heightened sensation, everything was driving you closer and closer to climax. You pulled the bun loose and his hair came spilling out, framing his face perfectly. Bucky gave a few more licks before lifting his head, spitting his own hair out of the way.

                “I hate when my hair gets in my food,” he said before giving you a wink and resting his head on your belly. Only for a moment before he was kissing his way over your belly and up between your breasts. Then, once he was face to face with you, he grabbed your shoulders and rolled the two of you over so now you were on top.

“My turn, baby.  You don’t gotta do nothing. Just let me grab you and move you up and down my cock; my own little sex toy.” He purred. Moving his hands down from your shoulders to your hips, he helped you scooch back so you were hovering over his dick, slowly pulling you down. You reached your hand down to guide him in, sighing as he slid in you.

                “Fuck baby, feel so good wrapped around my dick like that.” You steadied yourself by putting your hands on his chest. You were adjusting to the size of his dick, when you noticed he’d stopped moving. You looked down and saw he was fully ogling your breasts. You laughed, making them shake.

                “See something you like, sweetie?” you joked, wiggling a little more and making him laugh.

                “Sorry doll, just felt so good and they were right there.” He leaned up and kissed them while grabbing you. In your muddled state, you wanted to tease Bucky a bit, so you clenched your pussy and made him groan in pleasure.

                “Fuck, doll…” he rolled his head back up and you couldn’t tell if his pupils were blown wide with lust or stoned, but the growl in his chest gave you a small hint. “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so.” His hands trailed down from your breasts to your hips and moved you up and down.

                “Bucky…oh…god…” you moaned. The feeling of his dick inside you was amazing. As you sank down on his cock, you grinded your clit against his pelvis. “Feels…feels so good,” you panted; already so sensitive from your first orgasm and approaching your second.

                “Yeah baby, you feel so good on my dick. I love you so much.” He panted out, bucking up into you.

                “Love you too Buck…wanna feel you cum inside me…feels so good…” you smiled, looking down at him. His hair was splayed out over the pillow and you marveled at how truly handsome he is. One last hard thrust from him had you seeing stars as you came. Bucky gripped your hips as he pulled you down, filling you with his hot cum.

Both of you were quiet for a minute, catching your breath. As you came down from one of the most amazing orgasms you’d ever experienced, you settled yourself against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. You traced the lines on his vibranium arm, finding them even more fascinating in your inebriated state.

                Bucky placed a kiss to the top of your head before playing with your hair a little bit.

                “How you feeling, doll?” he asked. You looked up at him and smiled wide.

                “Probably the best I’ve ever felt. Bout you?”

“Well, I know we ate dinner already…but I got some major munchies,” Bucky said. You smiled and the two of you laughed. You sat up slowly, easing yourself off his cock. “You know buck, a hot shower sounds amazing. And it might take a little bit for the food to get here.

“My smart little stoner.” He moved to grab you and you squealed and ran off towards the bathroom. Happy that Bucky has finally found a little more peace.

[thebunnyslibrary]

I FORGOT TO REBLOG MY BUCKY WEED FIC FOR 420!!

[thebunnyslibrary]

To Be Alone With You

summary. You and Loki have been together for a while, but now he has a surprise for you

characters. Loki x Reader x Muse!Hozier, (Also features some Hozier x Loki)

word count. 5k

warnings. None, really. Dirty talk, some magic for bondage.

A/n- Luachmhar – precious; mo phrionsa – My prince; stór – treasure; Bhraitheann tú cosúil le neamh – You feel like heaven

BunBun’s Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

            You had never been one to believe in prince charming; until you met him in a conference room working as an attorney for SWORD. You were part of a team working with New Asgard once it had been established and recognized for trade in the global economy. The meetings were been between King Valkyrie, with both princes Thor and Loki advising, and yourself with some other SWORD attorneys to discuss New Asgard taking in people who returned from the blip.

After the meetings ended, Loki asked you to dinner, admiring your intelligence and fierce tongue in the meetings; using your knowledge of Asgardian culture to make sure the Asgardians received a fair side of the trade deal in helping to bring in displaced citizens. He in turn had an appreciation for his Midgardian arts and some of its culture. That night at dinner, you two had shared a wonderful conversation about historical figures that were gay, and which of those had Loki slept with.

“One night. But he was decently drunk.” Loki said. “I swear on my mother.”

“Knew it. You don’t write roles for men in dresses THAT well and not be at least a little bit gay.” You two laughed. After dinner, Loki took you for a moonlit stroll through New Asgard, ending the night with a kiss that sealed your admiration for him. From then on, you two were partners in crime…or mischief, rather.He treated you like you a princess. And you treated him like a king. You two had amazing times together; whether it was spent at the finest museums and restaurants around the world, or simply enjoying each other’s company at home. Not only were you madly in love, but you were each other’s comfort and solace.

One night, a year or so into your relationship, you two were sharing dinner on his balcony in the Avengers Tower. You’d both gone to see a new off-Broadway play you’d heard about, grabbing Italian take out on your way home. Deciding to put on some records while you two ate, you thought it would be a good time to introduce him to one of your favorite artists, Hozier. You loved the beautiful poetry of his lyrics mixed with the jazz and R&B inspired sound. Not to mention he was easy on the eyes, and you were sure Loki would agree.

Pulling out your vinyl copy of Wasteland, Baby! and placing it on the record player, the room was filled with the smooth sound of Hozier’s music.

The first song being “Nina Cried Power” was what made this album your favorite. The empowering words giving praise to amazing singers, especially Nina Simone. Loki was a fan of her as well, admiring her fast fingers on the keyboard and raspy voice. He’d even tried convince you he was her inspiration behind her rendition of “Sinnerman”

            Loki sat frozen with a small smile for a moment, as if in deep thought. He started to tap his foot and nod along.

            “Who are we listening to tonight, love?” he asked

            “Andrew Hozier-Byrne; though he goes by Hozier on stage. He’s my absolute favorite artist. I saw him live a few years ago and it was a life-changing experience. I’ve always wanted to meet him.” You let out a little sigh and Loki quirked a brow at you.

            “Do I have to worry about some mortal stealing your affections?” he joked. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking away shyly.

            “Not anymore, no. But before you came along…Well, let me show you.” You searched through your phone, finding a picture from the concert and showing Loki. He studied the picture a moment before grinning.

            “Yes, I can certainly see why. He is rather good looking.” Loki said, his eyebrow quirking up.

            Loki continued listening to album and you two would talk about special moments in the song. And after a while, dinner was abandoned as Loki asked you to dance during “Would That I” and things got steamier during “Sunlight.”

Several weeks after that night, Loki had promised you a surprise. There was nothing special going on; just a beautiful day. You’d started your morning at your home in new Asgard, waking up to a breakfast of French toast and hot chocolate, with Loki leaving you a note claiming to be gone off “Avengers business” but you weren’t so sure. Especially since you could see Thor and his adopted daughter playing soccer (or they’re slightly altered version soccer) as you dined on the front deck of your home.

Since Loki had “settled down” (as much as a God of Mischief could), you two spent your time either at the Avengers tower or your home on the shores of new Asgard.  His note also informed you that you were off to day spa for a full pampering at a spa.

 And pampered you were. The New Asgardian spa combined Midgard and Asgardian ways to create a place of health, wellness, and serenity. Your day started with a massage by a beautiful woman with what you were sure was magic in her hands. After that, you had a long hot soak in a tub filled with Norwegian spring water combined with Asgardian elixirs of health and beauty, and roses floating along the water. Then a sit in the sauna with a facemask. After that, your hair was styled to your liking and you were given a full manicure and pedicure. The cherry on top was when a woman led you to a changing room where you found a brand new emerald green sundress and gold strappy sandals to change into.

When you returned home where you found another note directing you to come to New York. Loki had enchanted the closet in your home to act as a portal between your home in New Asgard and your room at the Avengers Tower, in case you should need it.

As you walked through the tower, you saw Steve and Bucky having coffee and talking in the kitchen.

“Well, well. Seems like someone had a good day.” Bucky smiled. “I think your chariot awaits outside.”

“Thanks, Buck.” You said. Bucky and Loki had become good friends upon meeting. Both knew what it was like to be used against their own wills. And when Loki and you got together, you got to know the rest of the Avengers even better.

As you stepped out of the tower, you saw him. Loki was dressed in a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong arms. Black Armani suit pants made his already long legs stretch for miles.  He was leaning against forest green jaguar, a mischievous smirk luring you in. You crossed the distance to him, pressing yourself close as you kissed him, passionately, lovingly. His arms wrapped around you, one his hand slightly tickling your side, making you giggle. His other hand pressed you close to him firmly.

“Did you have a nice day, my darling?” he asked and you smiled even wider.

“Excellent, my king. How was your “Avenger’s business?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously, but he only smiled in return.

“Are you ready for dinner darling?” he asked, avoiding your question.

“Dinner? Loki, I’m beginning to think you’re spoiling me.”

Eventually, Loki drove up a stone driveway to an adorable Italian bistro. Once inside, you two were led out to a private deck that overlooked a lake. Only one table was set out, where you two dined watching a beautiful sunset. Loki had ordered for you, another move to make you swoon, a Spicy Tonnarelli with Clams in a butter sauce and for him a Steak and potatoes with mushroom sauce he’d fed you a bite of. For dessert, a chocolate cake you could only describe as sinful. Loki had wiped a glob of chocolate off your chin and you’d sucked it off his thumb. He groaned low, his pupils dilating.

“Perhaps I am. But as a prince, I do have that right, nay, the duty to spoil and treasure what’s mine. And that’s what I want you to do tonight, my princess. Be mine. I want you to forget everything else. Indulge me…and give yourself over to pleasure. What do you say, pet?” His hand grabbed your ass, squeezing hard; his eyes sparking with a dark passionate fire. Your toes curled as you nodded, barely finding words to squeak back.

            “Yes, sir.”  Loki gave you one more kiss before opening the door of the car for you. He proceeded to drive you out of the city, out into the hinterlands. You noticed that “Sunlight” was playing over the stereo and you smiled as you hummed along. Loki had become almost as much a fan as you were of Hozier’s music and it was nice to have another thing to share with him.

“Did we not have one more surprise waiting for us, I’d drag you over this table and fuck you until you cried for sweet release.” He growled and your jaw dropped.

“More? Loki, this is too much.” But he only smiled and shook his head.

“Nonsense. You are my light, my love. You deserve all that I give you.”

Heading back to the city, you pulled into the underground valet of one of the finest hotels in New York City.

“Loki, my word… This is so immaculate! Though I don’t understand why we’re booking a hotel when we have a room at the tower.”

            “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, my pet. The hotel is not the surprise, merely the wrapping on the gift.  My true surprise should be waiting inside for us.” He said, checking his phone. After helping you out of the car, e went to give the keys to the valet boy; but when he saw the valet staring at you, Loki growled.

            “Problem, young man?”

            “No…I uhm…” the young man stammered.

            “Good. I would suggest you not leer at what belongs to someone else.” He thrust the keys into the gentleman’s hand “Now, take care.” Then he wrapped his arm around you and you bit your lip as you headed inside “Hmmmmm” he purred “Does someone enjoy seeing her prince protect what’s his?”

            “Perhaps.” You teased back and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.  He stepped up to the front desk, in full command as usual.

            “Yes, there should be a reservation under Laufeyson. I believe one guest may have already checked in?” He said.

As soon as the elevator doors shut Loki pressed you against the wall, kissing you like a god possessed; his hands moving up your thighs and under the dress. Just as you thought he would take you right there, the doors opened onto your floor. He let out a deep sigh before pulling away with a smirk.

            “Come along pet. Your surprise awaits.” He said, then led you along down the hall, your knees still a little shaky from the kiss. You stood outside a room and you were bouncing on your heels as your mind raced with ideas and excitement as Loki slowly unlocked and opened the door.  You stepped through and there, sat on a chair in the room, was Andrew John Hozier-Byrne, tapping away at his phone. He looked up and smiled

            “Ah, Loki. Was wondering where ya were.” He said, standing up to shake Loki’s hand.

            “Sorry, my friend. Dinner ran a little long. I can never deny my kitten a chance to indulge in something chocolate.” He said.

You were frozen to the floor. Completely and totally in shock that you were standing in the same room as the artist you’d loved for years and had only played for Loki for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet here they were chatting as casual as anyone.

            Andrew was wearing a grey t-shirt with a picture of Nina Simone, black skinny jeans, and black converse. His long curls tied back in a messy bun, with a few strays framing the angelic face you’d thought about some lonesome nights before you met Loki.

            “Well, my dear, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” Loki squeezed you shoulder. You slowly stretched out my hand, which Andrew took and kissed the back of.

            “Lovely to meet you darling.”  He purred with that glorious Irish brogue.

            “You…you as well.” You managed to croak out. You turned to Loki “Uhm, Loki?”

            “Yes, darling?” he asked, his face all too giddy with amusement.

            “How do you know Andrew?”

            “Ah yes Andrew, or Hozier? Is that what you’re calling yourself now Arion?” Andrew laughed and smiled, coyly.

            “Well, technically it’s Andrew. But Hozier is what my lovely audience knows me as.” He winked at you. You felt your face warm up.

            “You see, little one.” Loki explained.  “You might know him as ‘Hozier’ but I have actually known him for many centuries as Arion, a muse of the arts.” You turned your head back towards Andrew.

            “You’re a muse?” You said, stunned. “Why does that make too much sense?”  Both Loki and Andrew chuckled.

            “Yes, darling. I am a muse. I’ve been around quite some time. Passed in and out of different eras of history to create a little bit of art, kiss some pretty girls…and others…” he passed a look at Loki who winked back at him. “And maybe help inspire a rebellion and creation of my own. I absolutely love to revel in your arts and culture. You all create such beautiful art. And you’re all so passionate. Willing to stand up and fight when you have to. You all inspire me.”

You smiled. He truly was his music; a beautiful soul.  You stepped more in the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, your head spinning a little bit from everything. Loki sat next to you and Andrew sat in the chair.

            “How on earth did you and Loki meet?” you asked, bewildered.

            “Well, it wasn’t exactly on earth, as I recall.” Andrew and Loki chuckled

            “No, it wasn’t.” Loki said. “Andrew and I met at a gala on Asgard some 2000 years ago. And we shared quite an…interesting night in my bedchambers.”

            “If I recall, it was quite a longer time than just that one night.” Andrew teased. Your eyebrows shot up.

            “Oh? Tell me more.”

            “I believe it was only a century, maybe 2.” Loki admitted, not a drop of shame in his voice. Your jaw dropped. You felt like you were going to explode. The thought of the love of your life with your celebrity crush turned you on in a way you weren’t sure you could explain. You finally found your voice again

            “And…and we’re here for?” You turned back to Loki.

            “Well, darling I know you and I had talked about two men sharing you. And that night at dinner when you played those records for me at dinner, you were so excited. And you told me about your little crush.” Loki said leaning in close, and starting to press small kisses up your neck.

 “And I could never resist a night worshipping the body of a goddess I see.” Andrew added. “If you’ll have me that is.” You breathed out a god’s yes that made both men chuckle.

            Andrew stood up and now that the initial shock had worn off; you truly took in how big he was. Loki was taller than you, even more so in his frost giant form. But Andrew was somehow taller, forcing him to cup your chin to look up to kiss you deeply. His lips tasted of cinnamon and were fueled by desire. “You are truly worthy of worship and praise” Andrew whispered, trailing that hand down your shoulder, pushing away the straps of your dress as Loki stroked your thigh and making you squirm with excitement.                “How about you sit on his lap luachmhar, and let me put my lips to something. Cause I’m starving, darling.” He bit your bottom lip teasingly, his eyes stormy like Loki’s. You could see what drew the two of them to each other. You stood up and felt Loki’s hands on your back. He gave a firm tug to the back of the dress, letting it rip in half and fall away from you. Before you could hardly feel embarrassed at your sudden state of undress, Loki grabbed at your breasts and pulled you down on his lap. His hand were chilled, making you squeal and grind hard down on his lap, feeling his cock through his pants. Andrew bit his lip.

“I do recall you like to play rough, mo phrionsa. Do you two have a safeword?” Andrew asked. Loki pinched your nipple.

“Frost.” You yelped as you jumped slightly, causing your hips grind against Loki’s lap, making his cock harder.

 “Or snapping 3 times if her mouth is full.” Loki said with a grin. Andrew nodded and looked at you, his green eyes sparkling. He pulled off the t-shirt and undid his jeans, kicking off his shoes with a thud to the floor. Then he knelt between your and Loki’s legs, and with his tall frame, he was still looking down at you. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss you.

“So beautiful…” he murmured. “Both of you.” He breathed before kissing Loki over your shoulder.

. You reached down between you and Loki to undo his pants. But Loki snapped his fingers and you found your wrists locked behind your back.

“Ah ah ah, pet.” Loki chided you “Remember my one command. This night is about your pleasure.”

“But Loki…I wanna make you feel good too…” you moaned.

“Remember what I told you, my love. Indulge in the pleasure you feel tonight. Go on, Andrew. I recognize the look of mischief in your eyes.” Loki said. He reached down to undo his own pants, stroking his cock with one hand while he pinched your nipple with the other. He kissed your neck as Andrew was tracing his fingers over your panties, which suddenly seemed to burn away, leaving a warm feeling around your pussy, but no injury. Your mouth gaped open.

            “How…” you started, but Andrew wiggled his fingers.

            “Loki plays with ice pretty well, but my touch is a little warmer.” Andrew said with a wink. Until he shuddered as Loki ran one of his fingers up Andrew’s spine.

            “Sometimes you need to cool down.” Loki said, his hand returning to fondle your breast while Andrew kissed and licked your clit softly, slowly with gentle feather light touches that had you smiling and whimpering. Loki kissed up your neck before whispering filth in your ear.

“What a little slut for a pet I have. Begging to have your pussy eaten by someone other than your prince.” He gave a sharp pinch to your nipple making you moan.  

Andrew had gone from gentle kisses and light touches to making a feast out of your cunt. Long broad strokes of his tongue and making you feel something only comparable to when Loki would make you sit on his face for hours. Andrew added in his fingers, those long hands that made such beautiful music now pulling cries and gasps from you. His beard making it feel even more heavenly.

“But it turns me on too, pet.” Loki continued.  “He is rather handsome isn’t he? I can’t wait to kiss your taste off his lips.”  Andrew looked up at Loki and smiled. With his other hand, Andrew reached up and found Loki’s hand; holding it while Loki stroked his own cock.

            “You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve seen in a millennium, babygirl.” Andrew purred. That Irish brogue making you moan, and his firm grip on Loki’s cock making Loki moan. “I haven’t forgotten how good this cock felt either.”

            “Fuck Andrew; Keep talking like that and I’ll definitely cum all over that pretty face of yours down there.”

            “And wouldn’t that be a sight to see?” Andrew smiled at Loki, who groaned harder as you ground down on his lap. “Well, well, I think our flower likes that idea. Making you blow your load all over my face.”

 You moaned and nodded as Loki moved his hand from your breast, adding his fingers with Andrew’s to rub your clit.

“Oh, she does, doesn’t she?” Loki purred, “Poor thing can’t decide if she wants to be a slut or a princess. She behaves so good but the filthiest things turn her on.”

“Well, even the filthiest words can sound like poetry, with a voice such as yours.” Andrew said, giving you a reprieve to run his tongue along the underside of Loki’s cock. You knew the vein under there drove Loki mad, and it made Loki buck his hips against you, making you moan in turn. Not just at their words, or the way they touched you, but their connection. Two beautiful men who shared their own love, and shared it with you as well.

“Loki…Andrew…” you moaned.

Loki resuming his kisses along your neck “Yes, my darling. Tell me what you want and it’ll be yours. The moon, the stars. I’ll pull Valhalla itself from the heavens.”

“Please make me cum.” At your request, Loki moved his hand away, letting Andrew rub faster at your clit. Combined with the simply pornographic noises filling the room, your eyes rolled back as you came hard all over Andrews hand and face. His fingers slowed to gently coax through your climax.

 Loki was telling you what a good girl you were and how he was so proud of you as he came all over his and Andrew’s hands.  As you and Loki rode through your orgasms, Andrew straightened up so he was once again eye level with you and Loki. As yours and Loki’s breaths finally slowed, Andrew pressed soft kisses across yours and Loki’s faces, pressing you in between the two of them, making you feel safe and secure.

When he got to Loki’s lips, Loki reached up to grip Andrew’s hair, deepening the kiss and doing exactly as he said and tasting you on Andrew’s lips. Loki’s hand pulled at the elastic holding Andrew’s bun, or what was left it, and pulled it down, freeing his majestic chestnut curls. You felt your hands come free from their enchanted bindings and you instantly reached up to play with his hair. You bit your lip, suddenly looking sheepish.

            “What is it, pretty girl?” Andrew asked

            “Do you think…maybe…I could braid your hair?” You asked, quietly, feeling like a fan girl but Andrew smiled wide. 

            “Absolutely.”

            “I can attest to her skills.” Loki smiled and now both of them tickled you, making you squeal with laughter.

. “She is good little girl you have here. Be careful you don’t let her wander too far or I may have to take her from you,” Andrew said.

            “Try it and we’ll find out how well a grave can REALLY hold your body down.” Loki joked, making you all chuckle.

“Who says I didn’t want you to come along too, stór. I could easily kiss both of yours lips from now til the last light of the sun.” Andrew promised. Loki smiled and they kissed again before turning their attention back to you, showering you in praise.

            “So beautiful, babygirl.” Loki purred

            “Aye lass, you are bliss,” Andrew praised.

            “Bliss and sin,” Loki countered. “I think it’s time to give you get your last surprise of the day. Fulfill the little dream of yours you were so kind to share with me. Andrew is going to fuck your tight little pussy while I fuck your pretty little mouth.” He kissing you sweetly and with no judgement, reminding you of the passion the two of you shared. A fire that Andrew had no problem fueling. You stood up slowly, your legs shaking, but Andrew helped steady you.

“Little lamb…” he cooed. You pressed against Andrew and could feel how hard his cock was. Loki magicked away the rest of his and Andrew’s clothes and you gasped a little. His cock was nearly as long as Loki’s and your thighs clenched. Behind you, Loki gave you a sharp smack on the ass, making you yelp.

“You’ve gone soft. You used to leave the constellations on my back.” Andrew teased, smacking your ass a bit harder than Loki did, making you somehow laugh and moan at the same time.

            “Oh yes…thank you for reminding me.” Loki said, running his finger along your spine now, leaving you to imagine future nights with Loki in your basement at home. The two of them helped you crawl onto the bed and get settled on your hands and knees. Loki climbed on, kneeling in front you while Andrew knelt behind you. Andrew reached between your legs to gently rub your sensitive clit.

            “Do I need protection, my dears?” He asked.

            “Not necessary. I protect her with runes.” Loki stroked his cock a few times until you stuck your tongue out to give a quick lick. “Little minx.” Loki purred. You bit your lips and pushed back against Andrew’s hand.

            “She certainly is.” Andrew agreed. You felt his hand pull away but it was replaced with the head of his cock, teasing your pussy.

            “Open up pet.” Loki ordered, holding your head by your hair firmly but not painful. You did so, sticking out your tongue and when you gasped as Andrew pushed his hips forward, Loki took advantage to slide his cock in your mouth.

            “Fuck, darling” Andrew groaned. “There is enchantment in your body, and I am bewitched.”

            “You see why I’m drawn to her.” Loki chuckled, thrusting his cock down your throat, making you clench around Andrew.

            “Absolutely.” Andrew chuckled his hands holding your hips steady; his warming touch making you feel even more relaxed. Your mind was awash in bliss and pleasure, drowning in it. Sucking Loki’s cock while Andrew slowly slid his cock in and out of your pussy, letting you feel every inch.  And the two of them; their voices, grunts, gasps. It was music to you. Not to mention Andrew’s beautiful Irish brogue.

            “You feel so good, so warm, I could spend hours just taking you…” he said, He leaned over a bit, kissing Loki as he reached underneath you to rub your clit.

            “Such a good girl, letting us use you like our little toy.” Loki growled. “Letting Andrew fuck your quim like the whore you are.”  You were still sensitive from your last orgasm, so it wasn’t long before you were ready to cum again.

“I can feel you clenching” Andrew said. “I want you to cum for us darling. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you over and over again.” His words had you moaning, which only made Loki breathe heavy before regaining his composure.

            “I wonder which of us could get her to cum first.” Loki mused.

“Or harder.” Andrew’s voice dropped an octave, making you groan around Loki’s cock. You pushed back against Andrew’s hips; their words and promises had you clawing for release. Andrew took the hint and his hold on your hips tightened as fucked you harder.

            “That’s it, darling one. Cum for us. I want to see you both in the throes of passion.” His final praise making both you and Loki cum. Loki pulled out to shoot all over your tits, dripping onto the mattress as well. You cried out as your eyes rolled back, Andrew fucking you through your release and chasing his own.

“Bhraitheann tú cosúil le neamh.” he grunted, before stilling behind you. The feeling of his cum in you had you moaning even more, squeezing him and milking his cock. As the three of you were all breathing heavily in post coital bliss, your elbows began to shake, but Loki moved his arms under your shoulders.

“My turn to catch you.” He winked at Andrew. Andrew slowly pulled his cock out so Loki could scoop you into his arms. Loki waved his hand, instantly cleaning the mess of the sheets and pulling them back. He set you down gently, making sure you were comfortable before slipping his fingers between your legs. He rubbed your pussy ever so gently, then brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them.

“Two delicious lovers in my bed.” Loki smiled, looking at you and Andrew. Loki settled behind you while Andrew snuggled your front. As your blissful post orgasmic haze cleared, you took Loki’s hand squeezing it hard and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“Thank you, my love. This has been the most amazing day. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone so wonderful as you.” He kissed your hand in return.

“Only the best for a princess of Asgard.” You turned back to Andrew, kissing him. “Thank you, as well. I’d love to actually talk to you too, though I’m happy to do this again.” You all three laughed.

“Absolutely.” Andrew replied. And Loki was wrong, there is one more surprise.”

“Oh, what now? Are we going to Disney World?” you joked.

“Not quite. But maybe you’ll be my special guests at Madison Square Garden tomorrow night?” You were at a complete loss for words so Loki responded

“We’d be absolutely honored.” Andrew pressed a kiss to your forehead as the three of you snuggled together and he softly sang

We lay here for years or for hours

Thrown here or found

To freeze or to thaw

So long we become the flowers…

The next night at the concert was incredible. You and Loki had access to a VIP lounge; but you’d opted for a seat in the crowd, living for the energy and excitement.. You did decide to join Loki as Andrew sang “Work Song,” wanting to share your love and passion for him, Andrew, his music. Loki held you and you two swayed along. As Andrew finished and thanked the crowd, Loki kissed your neck and said.

“Andrew has also requested we join him in his dressing room backstage after the show, if it pleases my princess.”

“Absolutely, my king.” I replied. He kissed you deeply full of promises yet to come.  

[thecutestlittlebunbunfairy]

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.

[thezombieprostitute]

I ain't generally one for a daddy kink, but Lee is definitely making it more appealing. 🤭

I really do hope he follows through on those promises. He could be a very good, doting husband. Even if the way he went about it was underhanded.

[thebunnyslibrary]

There's something about lee and a daddy kink that's just *chef's kiss*

I def think he'd be a good husband, just a little rough around the edges needing a soft hand to smooth him out ❤️❤️

Thank you for reblogging!

[asakiyume]

Drew some of the rabbits that have stopped by my yard (only with different colors).

[thecutestlittlebunbunfairy]

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.

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Hoppy Easter!!

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Spring Fever

Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Summary: If you go out in the woods for the first day of spring, be careful who you run into

Count: 4k

Warnings: Mosnterfucking, Dubcon, Bondage, Aphrodisiac/Potion use, Manipulation

an. Happy Spring y'all! It's been forever since I've posted but the DND brain rot got me inspired... I also have something for Loki I hope to post soon.💚 Thank you all for reading and reblogging 🌳🌸🏹

Being a princess was every little girl’s dream. But if they knew the heavier side, they might dream twice. Yes, there were parties and fancy foods and lots of pretty things, but then were days like today.

When you’d awoken in your chambers that morning, the sunlight streaming in your window made you smile. Winter was finally releasing its grasp and giving way to spring. Your bunny nature was twitching to enjoy nature and all its wonder’s, but instead you were stuck inside with another stuffy tutor, not paying attention to another stuffy lesson. You weren’t even sure what this lesson was supposed to be about, something regarding how to greet a visiting noble.

“Princess, are you with us?” your tutor had to snap you back to reality. Your head was always more in the clouds than in your books. Part of your hybrid nature, your mother said. And something that would pass once you wed, your father explained. Talk had already begun about whom you’d marry; talk with everyone but you, that was. You nodded at your instructor, but your attention was drawn back to the forest. You had to break free.

You’d managed to sneak away from your lessons, hoping to find some flowers to press in your journal. But now you were lost. It was your own fault; you’d been chasing after a beautiful deer, hoping to get a quick sketch of it. But you’d only gotten yourself lost and worse alone, having snuck away with no royal guard or anyone knowing where you were headed. You tried to think and remember, but everything looked the same to you.

“Well, hello there, little bunny.” A deep voice spooked you and you whirled around to see …him.

You’d never seen an orc before. And you certainly didn’t imagine they could be…so handsome. Tall and broad like a great mountain, his skin had an olive tinge to it. He wore leather trousers and only a leather vest on top; revealing a chest covered in tribal tattoos and a necklace of beads and bones dripping from his neck. Your eyes lingered on his left arm because when you saw it, you were astonished to see it was made entirely of iron, but moved as if flesh and blood.

“Poor little thing lost in the woods,” his voiced purred. He reached out to stroked one of your ears, something no one had ever done before. And when he did it shot a jolt of excitement to your core.

Long chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a bun, no braids or beads to be seen. Something you’d heard about their culture. His face was more human in nature, with a stubbled chiseled jaw. But with great tusks protruding from his bottom lip and a smaller set from his upper; you were reminded of his true heritage. A great silver ring through his nose gleamed in the light of the day. You shivered, but chalked it up to the early spring chill, cursing yourself for forgetting your cloak.

“You…saw the deer?” You asked, not understanding his meaning. He chuckled, his shoulders shaking.

“Adorable. Yes, little one, I saw the stag. My hunt for the day.” He leaned in close and you were surprised to find instead of the foul stench the maids always gossiped about, he smelled of leather, and the woods themselves, with something soft underneath. Lavender? Your nose twitched and you were surprised at how gently the orc’s metal arm cupped your cheek, cooing at you softly. You should be fighting back, but your thighs pressed together.

“But I’ve just found myself a much better prize. A little princess wandering through orc territory…during mating season.”

Before you could react, the great orc threw you over his shoulder. You were stunned into silence and you tried to squirm or punch at him to get him to let you go. That was until his iron hand smacked you soundly on your ass. You’d been hit once or twice as a child but the feel of the metal on your flesh gave you pause. “Behave, little rabbit. I’ve got no problem turning you into my stew for the night.” His voice was teasing, but you couldn’t help be scared there was truth in his mockery.

He marched for some ways, quietly except for the occasional whistling. You were worried to say anymore, the rumors of what you heard happened to girls kidnapped by orcs swirling in your mind. But the way he’d treated you confused you; he told you he’d planned to mate with you. And rather than scaring you…it actually excited you. Even thinking back to the smack on your ass had you squirming.

“Twitchy little bunny, aren’t you?” the orc spoke. And you squeaked, realizing he’d been paying attention to you.

“N-no.” you denied, softly. He merely chuckled in response. When he finally brought you into the encampment you were, very surprised. You’d always thought orcs were a brutal, loner race who slept in the dirt, or so your parents told you.

Instead, you saw tents made from great animal pelts that were dyed or painted beautiful colors and designs; Some were not much smaller than a cottage in your kingdom’s village. And you looked around as small children ran back and forth, laughing and playing. But you also saw as the deeper into camp you were brought in, the more people were staring at you.

Eventually, you were lifted off the orc’s shoulders and came face to …well, much taller face, with another orc who had blonde hair braided in a strand with the sides of his head shaved and a scruffy beard. He was standing outside a tent that seemed the size of two put together.

“Well Bucky, I see you’ve found a little toy.” The blonde orc spoke.

“A little rabbit lost in the woods. Thought I’d bring her home and make her comfortable.” The one you now knew as Bucky said.

“She is rather cute.” The blonde orc commented, eyeing you and you really wished you were wearing your cloak. Your dress was modest, but your corsets were leaving you feeling very exposed.

“You’ve got your own mate Steve.” Bucky said, giving him what looked like a friendly shove. “Where is Sam anyways?”

“Out hunting. Good thing too, since our other chieftain seems to get distracted. Though I can’t blame you.” The way Steve eyed you made you feel as if you were standing stark naked before him. But you realized, he was probably imagining it. “If you’re ever interested in sharing, let me know.”

Bucky looked at Steve, then you and winked. Steve headed off and Bucky dragged you into the tent. The first thing you noticed was the warmth. A small fire burned in a pit, but the pit had a metal grate and a chimney leading up and out of the tent, like an outdoor fireplace.

“Keeps the cinders from flying away. You’d be surprised what can be accomplished with some iron.” The mention of iron drew your eyes back to his arm. You realized it was rude to stare a moment too late and looked back to his face to see his bright blue eyes watching you.

“I uhm. I was. Just. Curious.” Your voice was soft and timid, scared to upset the man holding you captive. But he didn’t seem to wish you harm…yet. He sat down on a log near the fire and patted his leg; you walked over timidly before slowly climbing into his lap. You balanced yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders and had only just gotten settled…when you felt Bucky’s fingers playing with your tail. You let out a squeak, making Bucky growl in his chest.

“Mmm, a curious little rabbit I’ve found, have I?” he mused. “I was born of a wood elf mother and an Orc Father. When I was younger, I saved our tribe from starvation one winter when I killed a great buck with only a stone knife. But I lost an arm. My mother, went to lord Stark of the Fae to plead for healing. When he learned how I lost the arm saving the tribe, he granted me this mechanical magic. I was given two names that day.” He spoke in orcish and explained it meant “The Winter Soldier. But everyone just calls me Bucky. Now I am an orc chieftain and you little rabbit, shall call me husband.”

His story tugged your heart strings. He had gone to great lengths to protect what was his. Far braver than your father, a king who barked orders at knights instead of doing things himself.

“You should be honored, little rabbit.” Bucky used is other hand to stroke one of your ears. “A princess like yourself, who wandered onto my lands, be thankful that a great chieftain like myself has chosen you. Rather than some sniveling, third cousin your human parents would’ve chosen for you.”

An orc's bride? You’d been told your whole life, that when you grew up your duty would be to produce and sire as many heirs as possible for your betrothed, a man whom you hadn’t met yet. Not the pleasure you’d been feeling that was soaking your panties.

“What…what does being your wife, entail?” you asked. Bucky’s face broke into a grin that both comforted and unnerved you.

“I’m so glad you asked, princess.” Without another word, he pulled you in for a deep kiss. Your logical brain told you to struggle and fight but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you killed those thoughts. He was so strong. But as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried towards the bed of furs you felt…secure, safe.

“Did your mother explain HOW you would preform your queenly duties?” Bucky asked, his mocking tome returned. You shook your head.

“My mother told me my nurses’ maids would explain it on my wedding night,” you said. You had a general idea of how it all worked, having read a few romance novels that left you feeling something between your legs, but not knowing how to relive those feelings.

“Good. Then I get to take my time with you. And learn exactly what makes my little bunny squirm.” With that he reached up and ripped at the front of your dress exposing your breasts. His fiendish gaze made you squeak and instinctually go to cover yourself. But before you could, Bucky had gathered your wrists together and tied them tight with a leather chord.

“My poor little bunny. You should get used to being exposed before your new husband. You’ll only wear clothes outside of my tent and I tell you that will be a very rare occurrence.” While he pulled your dress off more with his metal hand, his flesh one tweaked and pulled one of your nipples. The other was under assault from his lips and tongue. It was strange new…and exciting. Every ministration had you pushing your body up into his. Like he was a bard and you his instrument.

“Such pretty noises you make, princess. I wonder how soaked you are between your legs.” His hands switched places and the cold iron of his hand only added to the intensity but you were suddenly aware of his other hand between your legs. Fondling your womanhood with a surprisingly gentile touch. “Just as I thought. Absolutely soaked. But just to be sure.” Bucky’s face left your chest, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, over your belly and down between your legs

“What…what are you doing…?” You asked, genuinely confused

“Oh, little bunny… I am going to show you pleasure you prudish humans are too scared to give one another.” Before you could ask what he meant you felt his tongue lick a long stripe up your pussy and encircled your clit.

“This, my little bunny, will be the focus of all your pleasure.” His tongue flicked your clit a few times, making you moan more than the whores you’d caught the guards with once or twice. Your moans were genuine, passionate; having no idea your body could feel this level of pleasure.

Bucky’s arms wrapped around your thighs and every now and then he would take a break from slurping your cunt to place kisses and scrape his tusks against your thighs. “My cute little chubby bunny. Can’t waiting to have these thighs wrapped around my head. Gunna have you sitting on my face whenever I want.” His promises were driving you wild just as much as feeling his tongue licking and sucking all over your pussy.

He was feasting on you as if he was a starving man and you were a banquet. His iron hand kept fondling your breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple between his fingers. Every now and then he’d give a harsh pinch and tug, making you moan and press your hips against his face. The pain mixing with the pleasure in a cocktail of ecstasy. And it was all building towards something.

“Bucky…” you panted out… “I feel…” But just as whatever you thought was happening happened, Bucky pulled his face away, a drop of your juices running down one of his tusks you licked your lips at the thought of licking it off. “Hang on princess, I have something that’ll make you feel even better.”

Bucky stood up from his position and went over to an old leather trunk, pulling out a small jar. Before he rejoined you in bed, he shed himself of the leather trousers and your jaw dropped at the cock between his legs, jutting up proudly to his rounded, stout belly. You’d seen a few in paintings and tapestries but this… “You’re so…big,” you gasped.

“Don’t worry, bunny. This’ll make sure I can fit my fat orc cock in your little bunny cunt.”

As he stepped closer, you could see jar contained a pink substance; something Bucky dipped his fingers in and suddenly was rubbing in circles around your already sensitive nipples. At first it felt cool, but as the moments passed, you felt a warming starting to engulf you. Spreading from your breasts through your whole body.

And it only got. More intense as Bucky pushed two fingers in to you. The warmness started to turn into a need, a carnal desire. Bucky’s fingers were so large it took a moment to adjust but when he did, it felt amazing. “That’s a good little bunny.” He praised, which only made your tail twitch as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to get some relief for your poor clit.

“Please. Bucky. I need…” you panted.

“You need…” Bucky climbed back on the bed kneeling between your legs. He leaned down; his face so close to yours you could practically feels his words on your lips. “Tell your husband what you need, little bunny. Do you need to be my little bunny slut? To have your cunt filled over and over again by my thick orc cock?” His words drive you even crazier with want and desire. Feelings you’d never experienced and now they were in overdrive.

“Yes…please….”

Without another word Bucky pulled away his fingers before pushing his cock deep within you, making you scream as your toes curled and you were sure you were being split in half. He gave you a moment to adjust before he started a slow pace. His metal hand went between your legs and fondled your clit. His flesh hand was pressed into the mattress near your head as he kissed a trail between your breasts up to your ear.

“Gunna give me lots of little babies? With your ears and my good looks the whole tribe is going to fawn all over them…” Everything your parents ever told you meant his words should scare you; carrying his children? But instead, the way he spoke only made you…giggle? Yes, you were smiling at the idea of yours and his kids. “Yes, Bucky.”

“Such a cute little bunny…” Bucky purred, reaching down to hoist one of your legs up further, driving his cock further into you. You’d already been denied one climax, your second was approaching fast.

“Bucky please…” you choked out.

“That’s it, little bunny. Scream for me. Scream so the whole camp knows how good the chieftain fucks his little wife.” His pace became harder, fucking into you with wild abandon. “Cum for me, little bunny.” And you did, hard. Your climaxing crashing over you in waves of ecstasy as you screamed and moaned at the feeling. Above you, bucky stilled and you moaned more at the feeling of Bucky cumming in you, feeling it leak past you and dripping out of your pussy.

“Messy little bunny.” Bucky teased and your face heated up. Your breath hitched at the sight of Bucky pulling a dagger out from under the bed. “Relax, little bunny. I would not damage my bride.” Instead, he cut the leather cord binding your wrists. “At least not without taking care of her afterwards.” He pulled a large pelt up around you both, and it was there in his warm embrace you fell asleep, his cock still buried in you.

You’d always thought of sex as a chore, a duty to continue a bloodline. True, you knew couples to be affectionate and love each other. But the way Bucky made you feel mixing ravenous passion with just a dash of pain made you shiver with excitement. But you knew nothing about orcs.

When you awoke, you were surprised to find yourself alone. A lit fire made the place surprisingly warm, and a comfortable moan turned into a wince you looked down to see bruises littering your neck and shoulders. That would explain how sore you were. And you were sure there were more bruises to be found. Between your legs was especially tender, but you didn’t feel bad. In fact, you felt great. And even more so, you felt free. You laid there, listening to the crackle of fire and the sound of the breeze outside tent and smiled.

He didn’t seem aggressive but you knew nothing about being a …what had he called it. Chieftain’s wife? Surely it was like being a queen and you could do that. You had been in training, after all. And one of the main reasons you hated lessons was that your ideas were always shot down, called too flighty or gods forbid, empathetic.

“Well now. The Chieftain’s Wife.” You looked up and saw… a human woman? A redhead wearing a purple tunic and black pants. Her hair was plated into a single long braid, with beautiful silver beads braided in. She had two daggers around her thigh; the sight of which made you freed but she held up her hands “Relax, princess.” You sat up, only to squeak in realization you were totally naked, quickly covering yourself with the top pelt.

“How…how do you know who I am?”

“My name’s Natasha. I applied to be a member of the royal guard. But got rejected cause I’m a woman. I left the kingdom and wound up here. Sam, our second chief was impressed by my skills and allowed me to join his tribe. I even found my own mate. The local healer, Bruce.”

“What are they like?” you asked.

“I’ll be honest, little brutish. Though you've probably figured that out.” Her words made you smile. “But they have a respect for nature and live more in harmony with it than our kingdom ever could. I found a freedom here I never thought possible.” You pondered her words. Freedom. Something you never thought you’d have a chance at. Every moment of your life planned out for you, including the betrothed husband Bucky had taunted you with. Bucky...

“What is the chief like?”

“Smart. He handles a lot of the strategic moves. That’s why he chose you for his mate

“But, my parents…”

“He’s aware. Which is why I’m here. I’ve come to escort you home, if you choose.“

“I think you would be a great Chieftain’s Wife. I was friends with some of the guards and they’d sometimes mention how sad the princess looked. How your ideas were often rejected or ignored because a queen is beautiful but silent. Not here. If you speak your mind to Bucky; I promise, he will listen. He already talks about how beautiful you are.” That thought made you smile.

You thought for a moment. “And if I stay?” You asked.

“Would you teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow?

“Of course. In fact, my lover Clint…”

“Wait. I thought Bruce was your husband?” You asked.

“He is but the orcs are rather…generous in their love.” A slight blush made Natasha’s cheeks turn as red as her hair. “It’ll be between you and Bucky to discuss but there’s been quite a gossip around you, bunny.” The little wink she gave you made you feel even warmer. “And if you ever need someone to talk to, Bucky has also asked I be your security.

“I appreciate that. Thank you, Natasha” She gave you a polite nod and left. A few more minutes later, Bucky came in, shirtless but in trousers. And you noticed his hair was still in the same bun, but now some of his hair braided on his left side two beads, one silver, one red.

“My cute little bunny. How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” This time, it sounded like you were teasing him.

“I'd say I was sorry, but it’d be a lie. I can try to be gentler next time, but I don’t think that’s what you want. You bit your lip at the thought.

“No, I don’t think so.” You admitted quietly. Bucky smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I have something for you.” He reached for your hand you gave it freely. Bucky opened his own hand to reveal a beautiful gold ring to match the one around his tusk. In his hand was also a silver bead, with a tiny wolf carved into it.

“It’s beautiful, Bucky.” You said.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you, my little bunny.” he smiled, stroking your ear. But one question still lingered I your mind. “What was that pink stuff, Bucky?”

“A powerful aphrodisiac” he explained. “Makes you feel amazing and I knew your tiny body would need a little helping taking my cock. Just a little lubricant. Amazing how people can ignore the simplest things that would fix their problems.” His words had you squirming again. He leaned into kiss you, kicking off round 2.

But what Bucky didn’t tell you, was how the lubricant would bond your hearts together. You and Bucky were connected. And if your parents tried to take you away from him, it would kill you. Even offering to take you home had just been illusion; you’d never leave him. But what it did matter, you got your freedom and he had a cute little bunny to play with. And Natasha had been all to willing to help, taking revenge on the king and queen.

**3 MONTHS LATER**

Your mother paced nervously back and forth. They’d received your letter and your father had immediately wanted to mount an army, but your mother had managed to convince him to hold off, suggesting instead to write a return letter, wanting to see you first. They had received a response, stating you would return to see them…with your husband.

When you entered the throne room, your mother finally sat in shock. One side of your head had been shaved, with part of your remaining hair in a braid that matched the great orc’s you held hands with. When you lived in the palace, your mother forced you into more “feminine” colors, pinks and purple, but now you a dress of greens, browns. Far more fitting to camouflage in the woods. You carried a bow on your back and tribal tattoos winded down your arm; coming to a shape at your wrist that when your parents looked to your hands, they saw a matching on the orc’s flesh arm.

No longer were you the princess of their kingdom. But the chieftain’s wife of a great orc tribe. You were wild. You were free.

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I think I recalled you saying this was your fave on his latest album 👀 so this one please! 🥰

Hey so I have NO idea where this came from but here it is!

pairing. Irish Mobster!Andy x Reader

wc. ~1400

warnings. Talks of violence, mention of abuse toward reader (not from Andy, abusive ex!Ransom, guns

Thank you so much miss @cocoamoonmalfoy I hope you like it!

The bar was certainly old. The wood paneling had a lifetime of lover’s initials carved in its wood. The red leather padding on the seats cushioned you as you settled in the corner booth, making sure you could keep an eye on the door. Cigarette smoke left a heavy haze over the place, clouding your vision and making you cough at the smell. Probably the last bar in Massachusetts you could smoke in. But the man you were looking for was here, at The Black Rose.

Andrew Barber.  

A waitress came over asking if you wanted a drink. Normally when you drank, it had been fun fruity cocktails with your girl friends. At least until you started dating Ransom. Then you didn’t go much of anywhere. He’s why you were here tonight.

You ordered a rum and coke, figuring that was a standard anywhere, and settled in as much as you could. Not that you had long to wait.

“Well well well… who might you be?” A low voice purred with the hint of an Irish brogue to it. You turned and swallowed as you took him in. Tall, was the glaringly obvious term. So tall you had to crane your neck to meet his eyes and found there were an intense shade of stormy grey. Not many were brave or dumb enough to look him in the eye. You weren’t sure which category you fell into. 

He wore a black peacoat over a navy-blue button up; the top buttons open to reveal the Celtic knot tattoo on his collar bone. You were sure there was even more drawings and designs all over, judging by the designs on his hands, highlighting the silver rings he wore. Including a Claddagh ring. It was similar to the one on your right hand, pointed inward to show you were taken.

Ransom had ripped it off your hand himself to turn it around. Nearly dislocating 3 fingers.

You finally found your voice to tell him your name and he repeated it, making you shiver. It had been a long time since you’d heard your name said so thoughtfully.  

How before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears As such an awful sound

“Are you…Mr. Barber?” you asked as he settled across from you.

“Please love, call me Andy. Now, what I can do for a little thing like yourself?” The waitress set down your rum and a coke and a whiskey in front of Andy. Even though he’d never ordered one.

“Well, uhm.  I need...” You held the drink tightly in your hands as you considered what you were genuinely about to ask him for. “I need you to take care of someone.”

Andy raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh? Is it the same person who gave you that shiner?” You touched your hand to your face gently.

That was 2 weeks ago. You’d accidentally burnt dinner. You’d thought it was healed enough that you thought you could cover it up with make up but you in Andy’s line of work, he saw enough of them to know when someone was covering it up.

“Yes.”

You took the photo of Ransom out of your purse. It had been your 3rd date; he’d taken you to a local carnival and won you a teddy bear. 3 months later he trashed the bear and called you stupid for holding on to it. “His name is Ransom Drysdale. I can give you his schedule, whatever you need. I just. I need him gone.” Andy took a long sip of his drink and leaned in close to you.

“You don’t seem like the type to want someone dead, sweetheart.”

“I’ve tried to leave him. I’ve talked to the police. But his family has money. He has connections. So, I thought. If I came to you…” You bit your lip “I don’t have a lot of money. But I have some jewelry I could pawn.” You clenched the golden locket around your neck.

“Your ma give you that?” You nodded, thinking of the woman who’d raised you by herself for 15 years. Andy smiled. “Ain’t that like them? Gifting life to us again.” His voice was low, as if you weren’t meant to here it.

He took the photo and studied it for a minute, then looked back you. There was something about his eyes. There was a burning fire behind them but a concerned sadness weighed down his face.

“He did something bad. Really bad, didn’t he?” You paused. He looked at you as if he had all the time in the world to wait for you to answer. You knew you had nothing left to lose, so you took a long sip off your drink to muster your courage.

 “A few days ago, I tried to take care of him myself. I bought a gun, figuring the next time he came at me, I could threaten him or it would be self defense. Instead, I came home and it was sitting on the table. He told me if I did something like that again.  He’d use it on me.”

Andy was silent for quite a long time and you couldn’t quite read him.

“You can keep the locket, sweetheart. Consider this a pro-bono job.” Your jaw dropped.

“But why would you do that?”  Andy looked away from you, then reached over to take your hand and you were shocked to find how warm his was.

“I’ve helped a lot of women over the years. Usually, I help them get away from assholes, get them set up in a new place with a whole new life. And I’d always take care of the ex as a bonus. But you. You went the direct route. Asked me to kill the bastard myself. You were even willing to do it yourself. You have a sense of self perseverance. and that makes you so brave and beautiful.”

To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering But fighting off like all creation The absence of itself

The way Andy spoke to you made your heart feel lighter than it had in such a long time. Not chained down. Not to mention the way he stared at you as if he wanted to cherish every moment with you.

“Plus, there is something I want.” Andy said. You clenched your hands, apprehensive at words but he smirked, playfully. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I know the owner and chef of a fantastic place in the North End.”

This life lived mostly underground Unknowing either sight nor sound ‘Til reaching up for sunlight.

 You felt like Andy was holding out his hand to pull you up out of the dark place Ransom was keeping you in for so long. You couldn’t put your finger on it but Andy made you feel like you could trust him. He made you feel safe. Even if this was only the first time you’d met him.

“Deal.” Andy lifted his drink and you tapped it against his, both finishing off your drinks.

“Do you have somewhere safe to go tonight? Do you need a ride?” Andy asked, his voice full of concern. “Might I suggest you stay at my place until after tomorrow night? Then I can help arrange a safe place to stay.” Or convince you to stay longer, Andy thought to himself.

“Stay, at your place? Isn’t’ that a little bold?” your face heated up at the implications.

“Not at all, love. I’ve got plenty of bedrooms. Though mine is the comfiest.” Your voice caught in your throat And you felt the need to go splash some cold water on your face.

While you excused yourself to the restroom Andy pulled out his phone, calling Ari. His right hand.

“Hey Levinson, I need you to take Rogers and Barnes on a special assignment. I finally found that shitstain Drysdale who’s been creeping in on our area. And he put his hands on my girl.” He smiled as he thought back to how you’d made him feel when he’d seen you for the first time. Like a beautiful ray of sunshine had come into his life, but not without some thunder.

 But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be

“Get back to me when you have him. But I got some special plans, so he needs to at least be breathing. Even if it’s laboriously. In the meantime, I gotta call Vincenzo and make a reservation.”  

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HAPPY ST PATRICK'S/HOZIER DAY🍀🍀🇮🇪🇮🇪

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Big Iron on His Hip

Pairing: Cowboy!Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Summary: He's come to town to bring her home...

Word Count: 3100~

Warnings: Non-Con/DubCon, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Slight Misogyny

a/n: Heavily inspired by this and the remix

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

When Lee rode into the small town, every hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The people were naturally suspicious of a stranger in their town, but there was more to it. They seemed to be not just be afraid of him, but for him.

He found a small eatery and tied his horse to the post outside. He gave a smile and a tip of a hat to a woman who quickly rushed past him. The smile fell from his lips. He knew he must look intimidating; he was broader and a little plumper around the middle, but he was just as strong as any man. Stronger even. He strode into the saloon, squinting as his eyes adjusted from the blinding sun outside. Three men sat one of the tables playing cards and a bartender was wiping down the counter.

The spurs on his boots clinked as he walked across the hardwood floor. The bartender looked up nervously as lee leaned against the bar.

“What can I do for you, sir?” his voice was quiet, timid. Lee’s jaw clenched.

“I was looking to get a meal, and maybe some information.” Behind him, he heard one of the chairs creak. The bartender swallowed audibly.

“Well, food I got…but uhm, what kind of information?” Lee heard the chair creak again and his hand slowly moved over the big iron on his hip.

“I’m looking for someone by the name of Texas Red.” He explained. The chair scraped across the floor as Lee clicked off the safety.

“N…never heard the name.” the bartender nervously answered. But the glance over Lee’s shoulder told Lee everything he needed to know. Quick as a whip, he grabbed his big iron and turned to shoot one of the men who slumped over the table. He quickly jumped to dodge one of the shots of the other two men. Pulling a table down with him, he made a quick barricade for himself. His head peeked up just a bit and he felt a bullet graze his ear. He cursed as he grabbed it in pain.

“Kirby, go tell the boss there’s someone looking for her.” He heard one of the men run out of the saloon and a horse whinny as he ran off. Lee cursed again, trying to think quickly. Looking at the table, he saw a small hole, just the size for his smaller pistol. Grabbing it from his shoulder holster, he shoved the smaller barrel through the hole and fired. He heard a thunk followed by the man letting out howls of pain.

Lee stood up from behind the table to see the other man writhing on the ground, clutching his leg where the bullet had hit. He carefully walked over to the man. As Lee stood over him, the man stopped yelling for only a moment to grin maniacally and say,

“She’ll know you’re coming now.”

The only response from Lee was a bullet right between the bastard’s eyes.

The bartender stood up from the bar, visibly shaken. Lee sat back down on the barstool, placing his gun on the counter.

“How about that meal now?”

“She rode in a few weeks ago.” The bartender explained as Lee ate. “She’d just robbed the railroad, and told us if we didn’t bother her, she wouldn’t bother us. She stays out in her cabin, bout 20 miles outside of town. But she has her goons hang around, just in case.” The bartender took a shot of whiskey. “How do you know Texas Red?” the bartender asked.

Lee didn’t answer for a moment, reminiscing on how it all began.

Her father had been just like a lot of city folk. Hearing about the gold and oil and moving to the recently settled Meade, in the Ohio territories. Unlike a lot of other city folk, her father had found the oil he was looking for, making him not just the richest man in town, but one in the whole country.

As a high-profile figure, his daughter was expected to marry a strong, powerful, man of his choosing. And what better way to consolidate power than marrying his 20 something-year-old daughter to the town’s sheriff? But she had immediately rejected, refusing to be treated like property for sale.

Then, she disappeared. A few weeks later, news of a female outlaw spread like wildfire. Robbing the wealthiest men of the new west. And after she robbed them, she shot them dead, leaving a single red kiss on their cheeks. And that symbol earned her the name “Texas Red.”

Lee knew without a doubt that it was his little fiancé. He was almost impressed, seeing what a powerful woman she could actually be. But now it was time bend and break that power.

“I don’t.” he lied to the bartender. No need to reveal information they didn’t need to know, like her real identity. “I’ve just been tasked to bring her in, alive or maybe dead.” The bartender’s eyes widened.

“You should know sir; 20 men have come before you. 20 men made a slip. You might be one more.” Lee’s hand trailed over his gun again before tossing more than enough money on the counter as payment.

“I’ll take my chances.”

Everyone in the town held their breath; watching from the windows as they were sure this handsome ranger was about to meet his death.

Lee slowed his horse a little, staring in awe. What the bartender failed to mention was that about 20 miles outside of town, the land sloped into a beautiful grassy valley. And at the base of that valley was a blue lake, and lee could see a small cabin with a garden and what looked like a chicken pen behind.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding, darling.” He muttered quietly to himself. He snapped the reins and his horse started to slowly walk down in the valley. He knew that by now, she knew he was coming. He had to be careful as he could be and as he arrived to the bottom off the valley, he dismounted his horse. He turned and saw he was about 40 feet away from the cabin.

Suddenly, a shot rang out; spooking his horse. He carefully grabbed the reins, and pulled the horse down.

“Fucking hell…” he grunted out, as he struggled to control the animal

“You got about 10 seconds to get back on that horse and get the fuck out of here!” he heard a voice…and how could he ever forget. It was the sweetest voice he’d ever heard. Even though all he’d really ever heard her say was the rudest, most disrespectful things on God’s green earth, he couldn’t help but imagine the way it would sound as she cried out his name in bed.

“I’m just here to talk darling.” He called back.

“Bullshit you bastard. You can go fucking straight to hell. Get the fuck off my property.” She yelled. Lee sighed. He didn’t want to have to do this. He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled them back up, revealing a Ketchum Grenade. It wasn’t actually charged, just a ploy; but Lee had known he would have to bring out the big guns to deal with his runaway bride.

“You know what this is, (Y/N)?” No response. “I see you do. How about you let me in now, and we talk?” Another moment, and the front door opened. He smirked.

“Good girl.” He said quietly and tied his horse to a post, then headed inside.

The house was cozy. That was the best way Lee could put it. A small living area with a kitchen and table. And another door Lee was sure went to her bedroom. She’d definitely had help putting this house together, but that’s what happened when you had the money she stole. (Y/N) stood behind the table by the window, holding a shotgun aimed directly at him. She was wearing a white shirt, and slacks…honest to god slacks. Clearly tailored for her from a pair of men’s. Lee shook his head and chuckled.

“Well look at you, darling. Those slacks have to go, but don’t worry, I’ll keep you in the nicest dresses you want.

“Shut the hell up. I’m not going with you. If you don’t leave, I’ll shoot you and dump you in the lake, same as all the others.” She threatened. Lee sighed again.

“You know, this could’ve been really easy. All you had to was be my pretty little wife and keep my bed warm. I would’ve treated you right. I don’t drink to excess. And I’d never raise a hand to you…well…Maybe if you misbehave.” Lee teased. But (Y/N) cocked the gun in response. Lee took a step forward and she took a step back. And Lee realized; even after all she’d done, she was still scared of him. He smirked and took his coat off, laying it across the pretty floral-patterned armchair she had, followed by his hat.

“You know, your daddy's been looking for you everywhere." He said.

"I don't give a damn what my father does." She spat back. He chuckled.

"That's not who I was talking about, darling.” He took another step forward, his boot bumping against a shotgun shell, he looked and saw another one on the floor, and another. He saw the empty box on the table, thought for a moment and realized what happened. He looked and he could see her shoulders trembling.

“Tell me baby. Would you really shoot me? Someone who’s been nothing but good to you?” He set the grenade down on the sofa, and took another step forward.

“I don’t think treating me like a cow at auction is what I consider ‘good to me.’” She said, backing into the corner of the room. Lee was getting closer and closer.

“Nah baby. You’re daddy’s little girl. And you’ve been VERY naughty.” His voice was dangerously low and his chest was pressed against hers. He wrapped his hand around the unloaded gun “Spilled the shells all over the place? Such a silly little girl.” He wrenched it from her hands and threw it aside, then grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall.

“Now you got two choices baby doll. You can come home willingly, and be my good little wife. And your father can use his power to make it all go away. Or you can rot in jail. I hear that new Alcatraz is reaaaal cozy. What’s it gunna be?” Tears streamed down her face and she struggled against him for a moment before spitting in his face. He hung his head, shaking it. “I see.” He picked his head up, staring straight in her eyes.

“Looks like you need a little convincing.” Before she could say anything in response, his lips pressed down against hers in a harsh, unforgiving kiss. She resumed her struggling and he pulled away so that he could move one of his hands, using the other to hold both of hers while he grabbed rope from his belt.

He pressed his body against hers, holding her in place while he tied her wrists together. Then, he knelt down and tied her ankles too. As he stood, he picked her up over his shoulder like she was a bag of potatoes and carried her into the bedroom, the whole time she was swearing and screaming at him to let her go. He put her down so she was bent over the mattress, unable to move. He took off his vest, shirt and shoulder holster. After, he removed the holster with the big iron from his hip.

Lastly, he removed the worn leather belt he’d been wearing; then he dragged her trousers down her legs, revealing a lack of undergarments. Lee groaned in arousal, giving a quick smack of his palm against her ass before standing up.

She heard the whoosh of the belt fly through the air and just as she heard the snap she cried out at the stinging pain as the leather belt left its fiery kiss on her ass. On and on it went, as she pleaded and sobbed for him to stop. But he didn’t let up, not until he saw a trickle of blood run down her leg.

He dropped the belt with a thunkand knelt with one leg on the bed. “Shhhhh baby… Don’t worry. Daddy’s gunna make it feel all better.” He rubbed one calloused hand over her ass until it drifted between her legs. “Well, would you believe that?” with his free hand, he grabbed her hair and growled. “Your little pussy is fucking soaked. All from getting a beating with my belt? Maybe I don’t have break you in too much.” He pushed two fingers insider her cunt and she tried to hide her face in the mattress but he wrenched it to the side.

“Uh-uh. I’m gunna hear every wanton moan you let out for me like the harlot you are. You let anyone else touch this fucking pussy?”

“N-no…” she whimpered.

“Better not have…you and this tight fucking pussy are mine.” He growled, fingering her harder and making her moan. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He went back to his holster, pulling out his ranger’s knife and using it to cut the ropes binding her legs and flipped her over onto her back. She tried to kick at him but he grabbed her ankle and squeezed enough to make her cry out in pain.

“Now you listen to me. This is your last fucking chance to cooperate. I’m going to fuck you silly either way. Only difference is what happens after. I can strip you, drag you through town and leave you there. I’m sure the townfolk’ll be happy to have their way with you before I haul you off to prison. Or you can be my good little wife. So, what’s it gunna be?” She stared up at him. She hated him with every inch of her being but she knew deep down, there was no way out of this.

With barely a nod from her, he thrust his cock deep into her; her tight wet cunt being stretched by his fat cock. His hands gripped her waist tight as he fucked her, surely leaving bruises.

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good, like you were made for me…” Lee slowed his pace, wanting to feel her grip him like a vice. He leaned down and forced his lips against hers, pushing his tongue into a mouth. Her hands, still bound, grabbed at his chest, not sure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

It hurt as first, Lee was not a small man, but as he slowed, it let her adjust and soon the cries and protests turned to little moans and whimpers that were like music to his ears.

“We’ll have to get married soon baby…before you start showing.” He grunted. It took her a moment to realize what he meant. And she sobbed, not just from his words, but from pleasure as Lee’s cock hit that sweet spot inside her as he picked his pace up again. He threw her legs over his shoulders, letting him fuck her even deeper.

The sounds of their coupling, the lewd noises of her pussy and his flesh against her only drove Lee more. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was close.

“Here baby, lemme show you something one of the girls I used to see taught me.” He said, a smile spreading across his face. One calloused hand slid between the two of them and rubbed over her clit, making her let out a true, toe curling moan. “Don’t that feel good baby? You be my good girl and I’ll give you lots more…” he rubbed a little more and she clenched around him.

“Please…please…” she babbled mindlessly. She felt the pressure building, knew she needed something but wasn’t sure what.

“Yeah baby…you gunna cum? Beg your daddy to let you cum. Tell him who owns this little pussy.” He ordered, slowing his thrusts again and making her whine as the pleasure seemed to ebb away.

“You do daddy! Just please please…please make me cum.” Her face warmed with shame, but it seemed to have worked as Lee resumed the punishing pace and rubbed her clit even faster.

Everything snapped at once and she saw stars as pleasure washed over her. Above her, Lee let out a loud groan and stilled as he reached his own. He gave a few more thrusts, fucking his entire load into her wet pussy. He collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her close to his chest, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. Lee almost didn’t want to pull out, not til he was sure she was with child, but he still had a job to do. He slowly withdrew and smiled as he got a look at her pussy, and his cum dripping out of it.

“Where’s the loot, darling?”

“There’s no loot.” She answered back, not even looking at him. But a sharp smack to her oversensitive cunt made her glare daggers.

“Don’t give me that tripe. You’ve robbed everywhere from hell to Houston. Where’d you stash it?” he demanded, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing firmly. Fear lit up her eyes and she stammered.

“Under…under the chicken coop…” Lee instantly let go of her throat and smirked. She still had a fire left in her, but that’s alright, cause now he had her under his thumb.

“There, now was that so hard?”

The next day, she was in a red dress with white polka dots, a dress he purchased in town just for her. The money was loaded onto herhorse which was tied to his by a rope; ready to be returned to its rightful owners. He’d spoken with the local law enforcement and told them her cabin was theirs to do with as they wished, even the chickens.

Her hands were once again tied and he sat her in front of him on his horse as they were ready to return to Knockemstiff.

“All set, darling?” Lee asked, happy as a clam.

“I hate you…” she murmured into his chest, unable to see his smirk. He placed an unusually gentile kiss to her temple.

“I know, but you’re gunna look so pretty on my arm,” he promised, the sun reflecting bright off the big iron on his hip.

Oh, she might have went on living but she made one fatal slip

When she tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

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