In an alien world spanning several galaxies and a federation of various races, Teuta tries her hardest to stay alive and free. And to definitely, most certainly, not get involved with her enforced partner; the Norse Trickster, Loki.
Loki tries his best to both pull himself out of the pit of despair he buried himself in and to understand the surprising infatuation with Teuta.
Oh, and, her exes are all Trickster gods.
Also, he can't get it up. Yikes.
Touch Of A God Makes You Human: in progress
Summary: A story about a woman who escapes Jotunheimr, only to be captured in Asgard. Adventure and love ensues as she fights to stay alive and free.
The Professor (A Long Prelude): in progress.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Summary: Lydia is Oakley’s five-years older professor at university. They fall for each other; but due to the inappropriate nature of the whole thing, they try avoiding their feelings. However, circumstances work on bringing them together. AO3
Summary: Oakley and his professor (reader) are surprisingly reunited years after their secret affair, only to reveal how their lives have changed, some for better, some for worse.
Summary: Aspiring young actor enrolls into acting classes held by a famous theatre actress. He is hoping to hone his skills alongside a group of fellow like-minded twenty-somethings. Amongst them is a girl who seems to be determined to make this journey a living nightmare.
Summary: Audrey Munson escapes to a mountain, to hide from a murder she committed in self-defense. After almost dying of poisoning, she is saved by a dark, brooding loner who helps her, but chases her away, wanting to remain alone. However, she is unable to survive in the wilderness by herself, so she ends up being saved by him again.
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Stuck Together: finished. Tumblr post
Summary: Filming takes place in an isolated desert scenery. Crew is placed in a shabby motel, including the producer’s assistant: Max West, who is accidentally stuck in a single room with one of the actors, a young Tom Hiddleston. And oh my, *gasp*, they have to share the same bed. Cue some somnophilia exploration and some awoken lewdness. A completely shit plot subdued by shameless smut.
Summary: Loki promised he had a surprise for you on Christmas, something that could turn into a truly new tradition. You had hidden a little surprise for him as well.
Good Boy: finished. Tumblr post
Summary: OC's best friend has changed recently, becoming a prudish man, with contempt for lust and lecherousness. The change is taking its turn for the worst as he directs his hate towards her own body and desire. Deciding she's had enough of his behaviour, she takes the matter into her own hands and brings the boy to heel.
The Presence: finished. Potential for more chapters. Tumblr post
Summary: Lover and Darling have problems with their sex life, and Darling wants to try out a few new kinks, which don't quite work out, so she looks for help from a Gypsy, and she receives it, although it's not quite what she expected. Based off a post from imagine-loki.tumblr.com which I can't find anymore. This story is old.
Summary: Harley Teasdale is a newly appointed Suit Adjustment Assistant to Mr. Tom Hiddleston. It’s a demanding job, and she finds herself in a puddle of problems as she realises her new client is not only easy on the eye, but also irreparably underwear-less, which makes her job incredibly difficult, seeing that he is well-endowed and prone to wear tight-fitting suits.
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Jam Session: finished. Tumblr post
Summary: The musicians are enjoying their jam session in a crowded, smoky bar, not noticing they are being watched by Tom, sitting in the corner. Later on, he walks over to congratulate the girls on their performance, going out of his way to express his praise.
(This story was a gift to one of my tumblr friends, called laterovaries. She was here a long time ago. )
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Lovey Dovey: finished.
Summary: A night in life of a chaotic and twisted relationship, consisting of Loki, Joker and Lilith.
(This is a fairly dark story. Based on a prompt from the wonderful imagineallvillains.tumblr.com I advise caution if violence disturbs you, but the prompt and the storyline in my head had to go there. I wanted to portray fictional lunacy, and it took a dark turn. I, myself, of course do not condone such behaviour. Also, I personally extremely dislike anal sex, including double penetration, but it seemed appropriate to this AU)
Summary: Harley Teasdale is a newly appointed Suit Adjustment Assistant to Mr. Tom Hiddleston. It’s a demanding job, and she finds herself in a puddle of problems as she realises her new client is not only easy on the eye, but also irreparably underwear-less, which makes her job incredibly difficult, seeing that he is well-endowed and prone to wear tight-fitting suits.
Characters: Tom Hiddleston, OFC Harley Teasdale
Word count: 3.5K
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So there it was. My second week on the new job: I was the Adjustment Assistant, hired by the publicist of one Tom Hiddleston. I had high recommendations because of my previous finger-related work with famous actors, such as adjusting the tie of Sean Connery, ironing the jacket of James Franco, tying up the shoelaces of Zachary Levi, unwedging the thong of Angelina Jolie. Those were steady jobs, I was pleased with my work, keeping my head down and staying away from the crowds.
And now, Mr. Hiddleston’s publicist hired me to adjust the trousers and shirts of his client, due to the actor’s inability to stay still or sit with his legs closed.
I happily accepted it, excited about the promotion: the shirt/trousers adjustment girls were the highest ranks in the industry, with best paychecks and loads of free hand care products. The first time I met him, we shook hands, and he took my palms into his larger ones to observe them. Finally, he let them go, saying I had good, smooth skin and that he happily leaves his body to my care. He was a charming man, with glinting eyes and heart-melting grin, and I had to admit that I felt myself more exhilarated than I usually am.
My trained eyes spotted the problems immediately: His shirts were somewhat short and kept sliding out of his trousers. He preferred not to wear belts because they cut into his skin. His suits were perfectly tailored to his lean, taut body – however, the crotch area must have been too tight, because it kept pointing out his masculinity in a most inappropriate manner, and I would have to be especially careful about that. After all, I can’t lose this job.
The first time, before the interview, I walked up to his hotel room, and he let me in, enjoying his cup of tea.
"Miss Teasdale, thank you for arriving so late, I am sorry to call you up in this ungodly hour."
"Not a problem, Mr. Hiddleston. Shall we get to business?" He nodded, placing down his cup of tea. "Stand up straight, please."
I observed him. He had a three piece suit on, without his jacket, which was being ironed. The clean white shirt fitted him perfectly, waistcoat was sleek and beautifully tight, ending just below the edge of his trousers, which were stretched down the length of his long, long legs.
I approached him, running my carefully cleansed, lotioned and stainless powder dried hands down his waistcoat, pulling the shirt out, before smoothing the lightly wrinkled hem and then tucking it back in carefully. I felt his breath on my forehead. My fingers edged his jutting bones, and I bit the insides of my cheeks to prevent from smiling at the tightness of his hips. I took a step back and looked at him, happy with my handiwork.
"Well done, Miss Teasdale!" He exclaimed.
"What? Oh, no, I’m far from done."
He looked at me, confused, as I approached him, and with a ball of discomfort in my throat, crouched down, sliding my hands up his leg to check the levels of stretching, the breathing space for the skin, the wrinkling probability and how it will affect him in a seated position. My hands glided against the insides of his thighs more slowly, pressing against them. And then, I touched it. My right hand shivered lightly as my pinky reached the head of his penis. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, I realised, blushing furiously. I looked up at him, knowing it was my job to inspect the situation.
"Mr. Hiddleston, why aren’t you wearing any underwear?"
His lips twitched as he cleared his throat. “I don’t like to be constricted. I feel that tight underwear might create an unnecessary bulge.”
"Hmm, I see your point." I said, trying to sound professionally, nodding my head. "Well, this certainly is a problem for men of your… crotch type." I cleared my throat.
"Okay, so, we might have to make some adjustments. May I?" I asked, wiggling my fingers in the air. He nodded, his blue eyes piercing me intently.
I must say I have feared this part of my job. The actual penis adjustment to hide it properly in trousers, and avoid any discomfort for the client. I’ve heard stories about how girls quit their jobs, because the clients were too demanding, but I’ve also spoken to skilled, retired women who explained to me how to look professional and avoid awkward situations. So I replayed the instructions in my head: Grip lightly. Twist to the right. Twist to the left. Unzip. Pull out. Stretch in a circular motion. Place back. Make the fabric taut. Avoid creating curves.
I sighed slowly, and, biting my tongue to concentrate on the pain, I pushed my hand down his pants. My heart was beating like crazy, and I’m sure my cheeks were the shade of lava.
My cold fingers slid down to the middle of his manhood and I wrapped them around it. He twitched and hissed lightly at the coldness.
"I’m sorry." I mumbled, looking up into his eyes, only to see they were now watery, pinned on my face. He gritted his jaw tightly, and I almost shivered – the little motion was very, very hot. I wondered does he feel it, despite my cold fingers? Is this a turn on for him? I mean, if somebody was doing this to me, pushing his fingers between my labia to adjust them in some manner, if they, even accidentally brushed against my clit… I’d be very wet.
Oh fuck. The thought made me tingly. I felt my grip around his manhood tightening of its own accord, and I realised I was staring at him. He squinted lightly. I closed my eyes and gulped, before pulling my hand out and taking a step back.
He licked his lips. “Is something wrong?”
I looked to his crotch, still feeling the heat from his body caressing my senses. The trousers were not well fitting. I could see the clear outlines of the penis. I would like nothing more than to leave this room now, but he was my client and I had to make sure I did my job correctly.
"Uhh, yes. You can’t go like that."
"Do you need to make more adjustments? Please do. I will pay you extra if I have to." He blurted out quickly, his voice even deeper than before.
I smiled shortly and walked to him again, pushing my hand inside and bending over to observe how the sleek material behaved with the movements. I frowned, preventing myself from licking my lips each time the roundness of the head nudged towards me. Hmm. This is not going to go well. The suit was too thin, his legs too lean, his hips too narrow. And the fabric too tight. If he was wider, than maybe…
"Mr. Hiddleston." I bit my lip, remembering what is absolutely necessary. I couldn’t avoid it, even though I really wanted to, because this man’s body was very distracting. I felt my fingers craving to continue gripping the velvety skin… Shutting the thought out of me, I continued.
"I’m sorry to say this, but to make sure the shape is completely compliant with the rest of the suit, I have to ask you to… to get an erection."
His eyebrows shot up, before he wiped the surprised expression off his face. “Yes, I’ve heard of such… But, aren’t those ways olden? Out of the use?”
"I’m afraid not. They are more often than we’d like to believe. There are only so many ways in which I can make sure the fabric adheres to your body in an appropriate manner, seeing the trousers are more made-to-measure than actually bespoke. I am very sorry to have to ask this of you.”
He licked his lips, breathing in deeply. I kept swimming inside the pool of his eyes, forgetting my position.
"It’s okay, I understand. But.. how I am… supposed to..." He stuttered, smiling sheepishly, looking down at my hand which was still holding his private parts.
"Oh!" I jumped, my fingers twitching. I realised I was feeling very hot, my nether regions were tingling by now. "Ah... I don’t know. The, uh, the usual way, I suppose. Do you perhaps have magazines, or, movies, or.. your imagination. I don’t know." I grinned nervously.
He smiled back shortly, before his lips twisted in a slightly menacing smirk.
"I don’t think it will be necessary if you continue doing that." He suddenly uttered in a low, honeyed voice. I felt a sharp pang! hit my core, and I almost gasped. My arousal was increasing, and for a blurry couple of moments, my mind couldn’t register why was it wrong to continue sliding my fingers up and down. So I continued, biting my lips when his eyelids dropped and his darkening eyes started roaming my face, sliding down my neck, the curves of my breasts. I saw he was clenching his fists. Oh I liked this expression on him; a delicious lust contorting his features. I could feel myself getting drenched from his heating gaze alone. I licked my lips slowly, feeling his member hardening quickly under my fingers, and I’ve grasped it more tightly, twisting my wrist to achieve the circular motion I knew he was going to like. He hissed at this.
"Skillful fingers, indeed. Practiced them much?" He mused.
"Yes, ironing yokes, carefully adjusting plackets on sleeves..." I tapped my fingers on the underside of his cock. He grinned. "But yours are rolled up. That is like a disobedience for the immaculate smoothness of the suit, Tom." I whispered, staring at his thin pink lips, tugging his member lightly. He bared his teeth shortly, before licking his lips. The light resided on his fresh stubble accentuating the angle of his jaw, making it look delicious. I felt sourness of a desire puddle up in my mouth, my teeth were sensitive, my jaw aching with how badly I wanted to kiss him. My fingers kept working their magic on the now completely hard, throbbing erection in my hand.
"The cuffs, Tom, are as delicate as a ripe strawberry. If you bite them too hard and too shallow, with a crude, unrefined touch" I dug my fingers into his cock to illustrate. He groaned. "They burst, spilling the sweet red juice all over your mouth, staining your chin..." He suddenly grabbed my jaw firmly with his fingers and bit my lips, darting out his tongue to lick them with a heated sigh. I moaned, kissing him, opening my mouth to allow the arousing, slippery exchange of breaths and fluid.
"A single, Tom, a single cuff is the perfect one... Mmm..." I spoke between kisses. He leaned his head to nuzzle my neck and lick the sensitive area below my ear. "Ahh... The double, French ones are too much, they are crass, unnecessary, like… oh god..." He started to bite on my ear lobe, and I felt weakness in my knees.
"And so hard to maintain properly… And this dress shirt, Tom" I glided the fingers of my other hand up his muscles... "is a beautiful example of how it ought to look… Extra-trim fit is my favourite. Not starched, soft enough to accentuate your body... Oh you have a beautiful body, Tom" I breathed heavily, grasping his pectorals, pulling lightly on his collar with shaky fingers, blurting out all the little things I’ve come to find erotic. His hands were on my breasts now, and I moaned again as I felt him unbuttoning my light spring dress slowly, exposing my body to the air, unclasping my bra at the front, to cup my breasts and graze his thumbs on my hard nipples. I started stroking him faster, feeling a hitch in his breath on my neck as I did so. "And the collars, Tom, the collars are a thing which really make me swoon. The pointed, tight collars to show dominance, which cling to neck… ahh!” I screeched as he bit a particularly sensitive spot on my neck.
"With collar pins? You can adjust my collar pin later on." He mocked me, purring into my ear.
"You hot English fucker." I mumbled as he moved his lips to kiss me, his tongue raspy and assertive, rolling around mine with such scorching intensity I knew my knickers were a drenched mess, with my arousal seeping out in hot streaks, making me want to feel the velvety hardness push into my gentler folds rather than my fingers. I moaned into the kiss, as he suddenly slid his hand down my body, cupping my sex. I shivered, licking his lips, feeling him rub little circles on my damp underwear, before he slid his fingers under the side of my knickers, caressing my labia, parting them lightly. He groaned and bit my lip.
"Oh, fuck Harley, you’re soaking wet…" His chocolatey bourbon voice edged a little, dropping down to a very low timbre, reverberating through me. Without a warning, he slid a finger inside me while pressing down on my clit, and I whimpered against his lips, stopping my movements to pull on his collar.
"Oh, god, I’m gonna get you all wrinkled… ahh, don’t... I.. .it’s not starched, your shirt, Tom, it’s going to have to be… mmm... have to be ironed..." He bucked his hips, and I realised I stopped rubbing him. He added another finger inside me, and I widened my stance, riding his hand with bobbing movements. "And I don’t know if we have time for that… I’ve crinkled the hem, Tom, it’s… Oh shit, that feels good."
He started walking backwards, pulling me, until we reached the desk, and he lifted me and sat me down on the wooden surface, hooking his fingers in my knickers to take them off. I complied, eager to have him fuck me beyond reason.
He returned his mile long fingers to my dripping centre and observed as I widened my legs to give him better access. He looked at me, smirking as he pushed inside, watching me frown and moan at the heavenly feel of him rubbing against my special spots.
"Tom?"
I started pulling his shirt out, edging my fingers gently on the hem of his shirt.
"Yes, darling?"
"The hem… Have you ever seen the subtlety of blind hem stitching of a shirt... So tiny your eye can barely see it... Oh it’s perfection, the pads of my fingers have to straighten in under your trousers, carefully, so it doesn’t get… Ah! Yes! Right there!" I yelled, my thighs jerking up from the feel of his middle finger as it hit my G-spot. I ripped his shirt out completely.
"Oh yes, yes, you don’t need gussets... Your body is perfect… No darts on the back… Your back is smooth and broad… Oh god, it fits on you so wonderfully!" Quickly, I unzipped his trousers and carefully folded the sides into triangles, pulling his hardness out, biting my lip when my eyes finally witnessed how big it is. His breath hitched, he moaned when my thumb circled the pre-cum around the tip.
He dragged his fingers out and pulled me by my knees to the edge of the desk, as I stroked him, pulling the erection closer to my aching center. He darted me a dark look of lust as it touched my entrance, and inched his way inside incredibly slowly, making me whine with desire; while I was constantly staring in his blue, hungry eyes. We both stopped when he was buried to the hilt, breathing heavily at the mouth watering sensation. Suddenly, my hips jerked on their own. He chortled and pulled out almost completely, only to slowly push in again, the thick cock rippling through me deliciously, rubbing against that sweet spot.
I moaned, my mouth opened.
"You feel so good… And... and you know what else feels good? Smoothing a shirt sewn with a single needle stitching… Oh god... It’s like angels themselves have sewn it… Harder, harder, please, Tom, fuck me harder!" He increased his thrusts, his jaw clenching in a most lewd manner. "The subtle interlining is so very important… If… Cotton lasts for decades, it needs to, mmm, it needs to be interlined, the cuffs, the collar..." I pulled on his shirt, stretching the fabric, feeling dirty for ruining it, then clawing at his strained forearms, my feet digging into his arse to pull him deeper inside me. The girth of it made my eyes roll back in their sockets, the image of skidding veins carved into my brain.
"I’ll need to see your jacket Tom…"
"Single breasted…" He spoke through gritted teeth, starting to thrust hard.
"The lap-"
"Peaked lapels!" He yelled with a particularly rough thrust, after which he pulled out completely and ground his soaked cock against my clit. I whined with abandon.
"OH GOD I love peaked lapels!" He rammed in again, making me yell out, we were dangerously nearing a thundering orgasm.
"You’ll have to change this shirt!" He stood still and started circling his hips, I moaned his name, biting my lips and hissing at the sensation of my aching womb massaged by the thick, lush cock.
"Ah!… Mmm..Is it the… AHH! The lapels Tom, are the-"
"Satin covered lapels!" He growled, beginning to fuck me faster, the desk squeaking under me, my arse sliding up the surface with each movement.
"Yes, baby, yes, talk dirty to me, talk sartorially…”
"It’s ironed!"
Thrust.
"NO breast pockets!"
Thrust.
"…Jetted pockets! Tighter than your wet cunt!"
I whimpered like a whore, allowing him to jam inside me so snug my womb shivered with the approaching orgasm.
"Mmm… and what of… ah, ah, ah… what will you be-"
Thrust.
"A FUCKING BOW TIE!"
He dug himself inside me and I finally quivered, the blissful orgasm exploding inside me, sending symphonic waves of uttermost pleasure as I wailed with release, my insides clenching him erratically, and with a loud groan, he came too, spilling himself inside.
"Oh Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom…" I repeated frantically, shaking my head as I came down, licking my dry lips. He fell down on me, our sweaty cheeks stuck together, as we breathed in heavy harmony.
He caressed my shoulder, turning his head to reach my ear. “It has skulls on it, the bow tie. Tiny skulls, almost imperceptible.”
"That’s so revolutionary, baby. I’ll fit it on to you."
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And here I was, in the elevator to the studio, giggling to myself as I rethought our little sex adventures. The doors zinged open, and I walked out, knocking on the doors of his new room.
"Come in!"
I open them, walking in with a grin on my face, which dropped down as I witnessed two other men with him. Oh, I suddenly slouched, trying to look demure.
"It’s my adjustment assistant, mate. Give me a second, please." He said and turned to walk out onto the balcony, nodding to me. I followed with quick little paces, tightening my fists, knowing from the first glance on that suit it’s going to be a cock adjustment - again. I swear to God, he was picking out these suits just to make my job that much harder, and… That much more enjoyable. And here we are again.
He gives me the look, and I have to walk up to him, push my fingers down his trousers with a smile on my face, grab the luscious, hardening manhood and adjust it properly. And I blush in the sterling sunlight. He licks his lips, smirks at me, and goes: “After all this time, you still blush?”
I reply with a question: “After all this time, you still get hard?”
And he just goes 'ehehe'.
"A bit more to the left, darling. And don’t squeeze, you’re turning me on. We don’t want to repeat that scene from last week, where you rubbed me too much with your shaky hands, and I was forced to bend you over the balcony railing and fuck you, now do we?"
"No, Mr. Hiddleston. We do not." I reply with an evil smile, tightening my fingers before starting to pump my hand up and down.
He squints at me, slowly licking his lower lip.
"Mmm… I guess I’ll just have to ravage you again, Miss Teasdale."
Summary: OC's best friend Tom has changed recently, becoming a prudish man, with contempt for lust and lecherousness. The change is taking its turn for the worst as he directs his hate towards her own body and desire. Deciding she's had enough of his behaviour, she takes the matter into her own hands and brings the boy to heel.
Characters: Tom Hiddleston, nameless OFC
Tags: light BDSM, sub!Tom, Femdom
Word count: 3500
AO3
Masterlist
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I can’t remember when was the last time the two of us laughed like this, especially because lately his weird behaviour took the turn to worse: I could not understand why was he becoming such a prude. More than once I asked him has he joined a cult, or has he been baptised into the Middle Age. He would stare me down, saying those are not the things one can joke with, shame on me. Ahh, it’s that phrase, the shame on you, which made me annoyed almost to the point of anger.
We’ve been friends for years, and it was beyond me. He had broken up with a girlfriend a year ago, and that was obviously the breaking point: he became a recluse, cleansing himself off the vices of the world. It was a good thing, nobody suspected anything; it was good that he stopped drinking… But I saw it. I saw the look of contempt in his eyes each time someone downed a shot, the way his lips curled and twitched in disgust whenever a beautiful woman passed by and drew attention to her body.
I saw the birth of hate in the way he treated all physical issues, including sex. I started asking him about it quite plainly, but he would shut the conversation down, not wanting to explain himself to me. With his each dive into the contemptful celibacy, I became more vicious. Not being able to help and talk to my best friend, I would bait him, provoke him in public – with my behaviour around other people, deliberately doing things which will make him cringe or get mad with me.
But he was good today; we saw a movie, and listened to music. I made him coffee (I was not surprised when he said he doesn’t want to drink anything that might alter his purity), but I did not press on. He surprised me, and I was walking around in my loose worn out shorts and a tank top, deliberately wearing them, not wanting to apologise for my body, not wanting to apologise for my everyday functioning. He would flinch here and there, and I knew he wanted to comment every time I’d raise my bare feet to the coffee table, or scratch my tummy under my top. But I had to stay strong, because it made me angry that his behaviour struck a chord in me, suddenly forcing me to be aware of my breasts, or my curves, almost making me embarrassed that I was a woman next to him. So, no. I refused to change or alter my freedom to accommodate his newfound frigid despise of anything naked or female.
He had relaxed though, so we sat down to the floor and ate nuts and listened to my records. I sat indian style, stacking vinyl on my knees, sipping on my coffee. I removed the records from my legs and stretched myself a bit.
And then I saw his smile dropping down into an slack-jawed look of hate. I almost trembled. His eyes quickly dived down before returning, burning and horrid, to my eyes.
I looked down, not noticing anything.
"Tom?"
"Must you?"
"Must I what?"
"Must you behave like a whore?"
I frowned. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
"Shut your filthy mouth, you harlot."
Now it was my time to drop my jaw down.
"EXCUSE ME?! What did I do to you?!"
"Just look at yourself. Look at the way you sit. I… you had to wear those shorts, didn’t you? I can see your… shame like that.”
I looked down again, seeing my shorts had moved to the side, revealing half of my sex, the dark curls peeking out together with a part of my outer labia. My cheeks grew slightly red, but the anger just grew, sending jolts of electricity through my body.
"And that makes me a whore? This" I pointed to my vagina "Makes me a whore? Oh god, Tom, since when do you hate women? What happened to you? Tom, this is me. Do you remember me, your friend?"
"I am no friend with whores. Close those legs. Shame on you." He said, pulling his legs up and wrapping arms around his knees.
That was it. The dreaded, despicable sentence blasted through me, I wanted to tear him to shreds.
"I will not, you idiot! I have a vagina, you know I have it! It is nothing to be ashamed of!" I pushed my hand between my thighs and pulled the shorts completely to the side, revealing my entire crotch.
His eyes landed on my sex, widening fully, contorting with a mixture of derision and surprise. Somehow, the huge, restless blues made my body twitch. The anger flowing through me started clicking in the most curious ways; I felt aroused by his staring at my impudent act. His eyes licked down my body, boring right inside me, I could almost sense him being turned on. He kept repeating shame on you quietly, but his eyes lingered between my thighs.
"I’m entitled to do what I want." I spoke through clenched teeth, reaching my labia with my fingers and parting myself open, gauging his reaction. His nostrils flared as his breathing increased. He looked at me, squinting.
"Only a slut gets wet like that.”
But his hungry eyes told another story, the one where he craved to see more. My arousal was getting obvious, I could feel heated waves shuddering through my nether regions, slowly making themselves known in a slow, but firm streak of wetness staining my inner labia. The fingers of my right hand took a bold move across my slit, spreading wetness to my clit as I started circling it, biting my lower lip with the increasing heat. My hips began undulating, and he swallowed, bringing his knees closer to his chin, but unable to look away.
"You like this, Tom."
"I hate it. I hate it." He repeated, almost to himself, gritting his jaw. I slid a single finger inside myself, and I heard him gasp loudly, quickly shutting his lips tight.
"Oh I think you do. I think you’d like to taste me, feel the flavours of my arousal stain your hungry lips."
He looked at me, squinting.
"I most certainly would not, you wanton hussy."
I chuckled.
"Oh yes, dirty talk to me, it gets me even wetter."
"I am not doing that. I am insulting you!"
"But I love it… Maybe I am a whore. Maybe I am a whore and want to choke on your hardness before you drive it into my soaking sex…"
He gasped again, clenching his legs. I knew he was paralysed, trying to drive away his erection before he gets up.
His knuckles were white from squeezing his knees, face contorted into tension, his beautiful jaw gritting, tongue shyly darting out to wet his shuddering lips. I moaned.
"Oh Tom, you’re beautiful all weak like this, desiring me… How did I not see it before? You want to fuck me, always have, haven’t you?"
He shook his head, and I chortled, slowly circling my finger inside me, feeling the wetness seeping out and drenching the entire area. I pulled my finger out and tapped my palm against my pussy couple of times, to which he frowned and began breathing heavily. Slowly, I got on all fours and started crawling to him. He pushed up against the couch, inching away, but had nowhere to run when he reached the conjunction of the wall and leather.
"Get away from me, you depraved demon!"
I laughed loudly.
"Oh you deluded boy, what has gotten into you?"
I grabbed his chin, but he wiggled out, staring at me, feigning disgust.
"You will not seduce me…" He whispered to himself, closing his eyes. I rose, taking off my shorts and throwing them away, before putting my knee on the couch and lowering my cunt to his face. He opened his eyes so wide I thought his eyeballs were going to pop out, and when he was about to spew out another bout of insults, I shoved my sex on his lips, cutting off the beginning of a sentence. Immediately a moan traveled out of me. He frowned, starting to claw at my thighs weakly.
"You will take it. You will take whatever I give you, Tom."
Involuntarily, he inhaled the scent of me, loudly, as his eyes got watery and hooded.
"Ahh, you like that, don’t you? Admit it. Admit it!"
He shook his head as much as he could in his restrained position. I laughed, sliding my cunt further up, until my clit rested on his nose. I moaned again as his stubble grazed my lips, his lips slowly opening to try to get air. His entire face began twitching, unable to breath.
"What is that? You need air? NO. Not until you admit you are loving this, boy.”
I started grinding against his face, enjoying how it aligned so perfectly to any pair of my lips.
"Kiss it. Kiss my cunt. Apologise to it."
His eyes got watery, a single tear forming - both from breathlessness and pleasure, and trickling across his temple. I wiped it with my thumb and licked it.
His face was twitching, I could feel him surrendering slowly.
"Beg it for forgiveness. Drink from me. Lick me. Use your tongue to pleasure me."
His face was getting red as he dug his nails into my thighs. His parted lips trembled below my entrance, and as the gorgeous eyes rolled back in their sockets, tongue darted out to caress my moist flesh. I whimpered at the touch as he helplessly moaned. The raspy stretch of flesh started pressing into me, circling my entrance. I groaned and removed my crotch from his face, and immediately he inhaled, coughing loudly, bending over to hold his lungs.
"Good boy…" I grabbed his curls and yanked his head back on the couch. He yelped before I shoved myself back onto him, feeling turned on by his wanton helplessness.
He started licking immediately, inhaling sharply and purring into my skin as I slid my crotch up and down his stubble, moaning at the feeling.
"Oh Tom… Yes… now isn’t this better?"
His hands traveled to my buttocks, to cup and knead against my skin, squeezing me closer to him.
"Good, good boy… " I murmured, ravenous by the power and lust. His lips enclosed around my clit and he suckled fervently, moaning loudly and lapping his tongue against my sensitive nub. He was unbelievably good, his craving flowing out of him in series of twitches and purrs, licking my pussy as if it were the fountain of life. I felt the orgasm approaching rapidly, and I ground against him, allowing myself to reach the edge and fall over it; my sex spasming and sending warm waves of energy throughout me. I looked down, and he was staring hungrily into my eyes, his pupils dilated as I gushed, covering his entire face in my juices. I moaned languidly, my thighs twitching under his hands, and slowly I separated from him. He licked his lips before cringing and spitting it out onto my carpet.
"You’re disgusting, you despicable whore!" He yelled as he wiped his lips, staring at me. I immediately reacted, my body twitching with anger, but then I saw it. The look in his eyes…The need to be punished. He was continuing insulting me because he hoped I will punish him again. I smiled viciously.
"You need to learn your place, Tom. You know you loved the taste of me."
"I hated it."
I looked at his jeans, the bulge pushing up the tent in his pants.
"Unzip your jeans."
"No."
"Unzip. Your. Jeans."
"No."
That was it, I growled and slapped him as hard as I could with the back of my hand. He gasped and held his cheek.
"No." He said, squinting at me. I grabbed his chin in my hand and pressed at the delicious jaw, before licking his sharp cheekbone and opening his mouth. I kissed him, biting his lip so hard he whimpered lightly and touched my lip with his tongue. I proceeded to kiss him, rolling my tongue around his, savouring the taste of his blood. He slouched, rubbing his lips against mine. And then I separated and slapped him again.
"Unzip."
This time, he obeyed, pulling out his cock. My eyebrow arched up.
"Oh Tom… What have you been hiding from me?"
I though I saw his lip twitch with a smirk.
"Stroke yourself."
He hesitated for a moment, but his hand started moving up and down the shaft. I was aroused again, still soaking wet, licking my lips as I observed the action, before I wrapped my hand around his, squeezing. He inhaled sharply. I slapped his hand away and observed the way the erection fell back against his stomach, scooping up my wetness in my hand and proceeding to rub my open, wet palm around the tip. He moaned loudly, clenching his fists.
"Your hands are useless. Undress me."
"No…"
I dug my fingers into his flesh, and he yelped, cringing with pain.
"No… Don’t squeeze so hard…"
I squeezed again, grabbing his face with my other hand and forcing him to open his mouth.
"I will do what I want with you. This cock now belongs to me, I will use it as it pleases me, asshole. Is that clear to you?"
He mumbled, and I squeezed again, making him yelp, the tears slowly pouring out of his eyes.
"Yes..."
"Now undress me." I said and kissed him roughly, his tongue immediately responding.
His shaky hands grabbed the hem of my top and tried pulling it up, but I didn’t move my hands. He frowned, before grabbing it tightly and tore the fabric off me. I grinned at him as he stared at my breasts, licking his lips. I straddled him, pressing down my pussy against his thigh as I continued stroking his cock lazily.
He bent to lick my breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking it. I felt a frisson of further arousal shoot down to my core, and began grinding on him again, feeling the taut muscle of his thigh strain below me.
"Take off your clothes." His shaky hands took off his T-shirt and I rose lightly, to allow him to peel off the jeans from his knees and kick them off. He sat back, panting, staring at me.
I returned to my position, pushing his head to my breast, and I could feel him smile against my skin before he bit my nipple.
I groaned, feeling surge of thick streaks flow out of my cunt, and I yanked his head back, pulling his curls painfully.
"Did I tell you you can bite, you nimrod?"
"No.."
"You did it so I would punish you?"
He cleared his throat, wincing from the pain on his scalp. Then his low, lust soaked voice purred.
"I did it because I wanted to."
"Oh, and I am to respect what you want, you sniveling coward? Well, let’s see then. Half an hour ago, you wanted me to stop. Okay."
I released his hardness and stood up. He looked surprised.
"There. It’s what you wanted."
He groaned.
"What is that? You’re not pleased with this?"
He gritted his jaw.
"What do you want then, Tom? I will only ask you this once."
"I..." He fought with himself. "I… want you."
"What does that mean?"
"I want to fuck you. I want to feel your wet cunt spasm around my cock. I... want to make you come again."
I felt a twitch in my moist flesh, and I licked my lips.
"But am I not a whore? A slut? A... what was it… A wanton hussy?”
He swallowed hard.
"You’re... not. You’re beautiful… I want you... I want your body... And let me lick your nipples again.."
I smirked, squinting at him, feeling pangs of lust from his filthy words.
"I’m sorry…"
"For what?"
"For… lying to you. I wanted you for years. I kept staring at how you seduced other men, I saw you kissing them, I saw them groping at your flesh... Your hot body, and I only wanted to bury myself inside you and hear you moan my name. Oh god how I want you… Please..."
He leaned forward, and I felt at the peak of my power, looking down at him on the floor.
"Beg."
"W-what?"
"Beg me. Beg in the filthiest way possible. I want every sin you shied away from to pour out of your lips and then maybe I will have pity on you.”
He inhaled sharply, before turning on all fours to crawl to me, wrapping his long fingers around my ankles and kissing them.
I lifted his chin with my toes.
"Please. I want to wrap your legs around my waist, I want to suckle and lick your breasts, kiss every inch of your skin. I want to feel you grind my face again, I want to choke on your juices, get drunk on your sweet... Divine wetness... And I want to dive into you... I want... To fuck you with my cock, to feel your walls ripple around me as your pussy clenches from the orgasm… I want to come with you and feel your breath on my lips as you come. Please… Oh please let me... "
I stood still, my heart beating just slightly faster as I saw him rise slowly, sliding his hand up the backs of my legs until his forehead reached my mound, gasping and purring his words, praying to my sex.
I was beyond turned on, the breathy lecherousness hit all of my pleasure spots and I needed him.
"Very well. Make me."
He looked up, the gratitude in his eyes unmatched by any of his previous lustful expressions, before he wrapped his hands behind my knees to bend them and make me kneel down. He pushed me slowly on my back, kissing every tiny expanse of my skin presented to him, reaching my breasts, and biting hard on the underside, sucking loudly. That was going to leave a mark. I yelped, moaning.
"Fuck me, Tom."
He groaned as he shifted between my legs and slid his cock inside me in one careful stroke. I mewled with the girth of it stretching me. He stood still, and I realised he waited for me to order him.
"Do you… Do you like it?"
He asked timidly, staring down at me. I did not want to tell him just how much I liked it, wanting to retain my position of power, but as his pleading, beautiful eyes pierced me, and his sharp features glistened with sweat, and his taut body heaved above mine... It was becoming harder to remain cool.
"Mmph… Yes... I do. Move..."
He started undulating his hips, his cock rolling around inside me, massaging my tense, soaked walls.
"Oh fuck…" I said as he pulled out, slowly sliding back in again, frowning in delight. I took his face into my hands and kissed him languidly.
"Harder, Tom. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as hard as you wanted to..."
His nostrils flared as he started increasing his movements, directing his cock to slide against my frontal walls. I gasped, feeling on fire, and he slammed inside, observing my eyes, which fluttered and rolled back.
"Yes, yes, yes…" I moaned as he began thrusting fiercely, accentuating every thrust with a grunt, lowering down to suck on my neck. He bit me, holding the skin between his teeth as he shoved himself deep inside my sopping cunt, rolling around for good measure before reaching my most sensitive spot and pushing against it. I began whimpering, the height of the sounds matching his own deepening ones.
"I’m going to come, Tom!!" I yelled out as I felt the grip of the orgasm collect into a single point. He groaned and continued thrusting until it burst inside me, uncoiling into a whip of deep, delectable pleasure, exploding and sending waves of hotness across my body, making my muscles twitch as my walls began clutching around him, sending gushes of my come squelching around his cock, sloshing as it was squeezed inside – and then he groaned loudly as he came too, the clenches milking him off his orgasm. He fell down on my body, panting heavily, as we waited to come down from the high.
I caressed his curls, intertwining my fingers with them.
"Good boy… Good, good boy…" I breathed, worn out.
"Now, be a darling and lick my cunt clean. I don’t want a drop of fluid there."
He raised his head to look at me, smiling shyly.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
He said, pulling out his cock to allow our joint come to ooze out, before sliding down my body to do as he was told, never taking his eyes off mine.
THF Power Couple #33 - Touch of a God Makes You Human by coy00koi
Nominated by tantgul
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Touch of a god makes you human by coy00koi
Erotica, adventure, smut, drama. A story about a woman who escapes Jotunheimr, only to be captured in Asgard. Adventure ensues as she fights to stay alive and free.
Part 1 – Part 2 - Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8 –Part 9 – Part 10 – Part 11 –Part 12 – Part 13 – Part 14 – Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20
What are your favorite parts of the story? Why do you love this story? How would you convince others to read this story? Are you reading this story for the first time? What are your thoughts?
I also think he should pose nude: for sculptors, painters, smut writers, fantasy writers, all sorts of writers, aesthetics philosophers, medicine researchers, dildo crafters, shy women, shy men... bird watchers, engineers, kindergarten teachers, linguists, web designers, construction workers... everybody. The world would revel in the majestic beauty of naked Tom Hiddleston.
