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I write about Tom Hiddleston and any of his characters. Of course you can (if you wish) request for multiple characters from the same/different universes in the same prompt, e.g, Loki and Kilgrave, Thomas Sharpe and Edith Cushing, Loki and Darcy etc or basically any characters together. The prompt requests are only for one shots and drabbles. You may request multiple times, but please keep them separate and be as clear as you can whilst requesting. You must be 18+ to request, as it is an 18+ blog. You can request in my asks or privately on here, also you can through Wattpad or A03. Also, please be respectful and be patient with me as I get through the requests. And I do have rights to refuse any requests which I am not comfortable with, so please bear that in mind.
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Hi everyone!! I hope you are enjoying your summer thus far.
Yesterday I finally finished the last of the prompt requests from 2024!! Thank you all who sent me a prompt and for your good graciousness to wait however long it was for you, whether it was weeks, months or longer. I enjoyed writing every single one of them. I don't know yet when the next prompt opening will be, but depends if enough people are still interested too.
Sorry for also not being around much after my Grandad passed away, I needed some time after that, some stuff came up with my ex and obviously having a baby keeps me busy too. I had hoped to have gotten a Father's Day special out for that weekend, but the previously mentioned inevitably put things back and it will be late like the Mother's Day special was.
In other and exciting news, some of you may have seen that I opened a Redbubble Shop yesterday!! I will see how well this goes and I may also do a Esty shop too. There's also a new Insta to co-inside with my Redbubble Shop which will promote my artwork as well as my writing. It will even doubble up as a way to communicate together through private messages since Wattpad got rid of theirs. Could come in handy for the next prompt opening. (Again if enough are interested in it.) As for my Patreon I will be rebranding it as they keep taking it down bc they don't like my writing. Hopefully that will be something else with my artworks and hopefully get people interested.
For now I hope you enjoy Rise and shine sleeping beauty which I posted yesterday 😊 x
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Chris Evans makes his boyfriend tom stay naked all day and teases and tickles him.
Hi Anon, I hope you are well and I am extremely sorry for how long it's been to get around to writing your prompt, but thank you for sending me one back in 2024. I hope you enjoy it and was worth the wait 😊
Rise and shine sleeping beauty (Tom Hiddleston and Chris Evans Drabble)
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A/N: This is it, it’s the last one for the 2024 prompts! Thank you anon for sending me your prompt. I’m sorry for taking what must have felt like a lifetime to get it done, but I hope it doesn’t disappoint.
Enjoy ☺️ x
(This is a 2024 prompt, please check for future updates for prompt requests.)
Prompt requested by anonymous on Tumblr: Chris Evans makes his boyfriend tom stay naked all day and teases and tickles him.
Summary: Chris wakes up in a devious but sexy mood, and leaves his boyfriend Tom painfully hard on the titillating edge for hours.
Warnings: M/m relationship, light bondage, edging, blowjob, masturbation and other mature content.
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Chris woke up in the same position he’d fallen asleep in the night prior. His large muscular arms wrapped protectively around his boyfriend Tom’s waist, while Tom’s head rested on his bare chest and one arm draped over him. During that peaceful moment as Tom was still fast asleep, Chris placed a couple of soft kisses to the top of his head, causing Tom to finally stir awake.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” Chris says, sounding far too cheerily for so early in the morning.
Tom took a peak up at him with one eye before speaking, “five more minutes, his eye then closed again.” His morning voice sounded gruff and tired, causing Chris to laugh whilst he started kissing Tom’s neck.
“No, I don’t think I will let you.” Chris murmured between kisses down his neck, Tom grumbled in response, earning him a deep bite at his pulse point. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, although it was rather close to it and turned his grumble into a pleasurable moan.
It doesn’t take long for Chris to flip Tom over onto his back with ease, gaining a gasp of surprise in response. His big strong hands are soon thereafter to trail down Tom’s arms, before circulating around his wrists tightly, hoisting them then above his head securely to restrain him. Chris’ lips back to delightfully torment Tom. Blood in minutes rushed down to Tom’s cock whilst Chris began to suck on his nipples in turn. It was only the beginning of a long day of being edged to orgasmic bliss all because Chris woke up in a devious yet sexy mood.
After some time Chris ties Tom to the bed using spare bedsheets he pulled out of the drawer. Both of Tom’s hands and ankles tied up so he was spread out widely vulnerable to everything that came his way. Spending hours being tickled, prodded, teased, slapped, sucked and bitten. Leaking pre-cum and being left painfully hard the entire sweet tortuous time. Being that worked up for so long made Tom feel like he’d explode and cum before he was allowed to. It felt unavoidable.
“You want to give in and cum, don’t you?” Chris asks huskily, as he runs his finger along the thick vein on the underside of Tom’s hard cock.
“Y-yesss.” Tom hisses through gritted teeth with his eyes closed tightly.
“Then cum, my love, cum in my mouth.” Chris says, then wraps his lips around Tom for quite possibly the second or third time? Tom couldn’t quite remember, especially after the array of methods and techniques used on him for the majority of the day that prolonged his pending orgasm.
The room soon filled with heavy breaths and sounds of messy slurping until the dam burst. A silent cry as Tom comes hard, fast and furiously like the water from the dam finally breaking free down Chris’ throat. Chris suckled and gulped down every last drop of the salty thick semen insuring to help his boyfriend ride out his high. Leaving Tom a shaking spent mess. Of course the focus had been solely on Tom, but after Chris pulled off with a wet pop, he took his own neglected cock into a tight fist. Pumping hard and fast until he came on Tom’s chest and stomach painting him with his love.
Summary: With life seemingly falling apart around her, the reader tries to keep up appearances for her roommates. After a major breakdown, she finds that the person there for her the most is right in front of her.
Notes: I’m on a comfort kick, so this is another one that’s going to be a healthy mix of angst and sappiness. It’s also a bit of a mess, but I enjoyed writing it, so hopefully my fellow Mitchell fans will like it too.
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You were trying. That was all you had to say for yourself at this point. You weren’t hiding under your covers, despite how much you desperately wanted to rest. So that meant you were trying, right?
You sat at the kitchen table, stirring your spoon around and around in your tea and absentmindedly listening to the metal clink against the ceramic edge. You hadn’t touched a bit of your breakfast, but you weren’t really that hungry. You just stared at the swirling liquid, your mind lost in all the reasons you wanted to stay home all day.
Behind you, your three roommates watched you with looks of concern. George and Annie exchanged a glance, but Mitchell kept his eyes on you. He wanted to put a hand on your shoulder and ask what was wrong but he feared that he would just make things worse, as he often did.
“Morning.” George greeted quietly. You jumped at the sound, whirling your head around to look at them.
“Oh. Morning.” You felt the heat rush to your cheeks and you finally took a sip of your tea, hoping to portray a little normality so they wouldn’t be worried about you. They each had enough to deal with. Besides, it wasn’t as if there was really anything wrong. Aside from turning into a wolf once a month, you were probably the most put together out of the four of you. You were on your way to a promotion at work, you were in a steady relationship, and you’d learned how to manage being a werewolf without completely locking yourself in a cellar for the rest of your life.
So why did you feel so… wrong?
“Oh, Y/N, did you tell the boys about work?” Annie said excitedly, hoping to lighten your spirits. You gave her a small smile as the three joined you at the table.
“I’m hoping to get a promotion today. Terri’s been talking about it for a while and I think she’s going to make me project manager.” You said it as if it weren’t a big deal, but the three of them cheered. Mitchell even jumped out of his seat to give you a hug.
“That’s amazing, Y/N.” He whispered, arms locked tightly around you. A thought crept into your head. A sneaking, terrifying, wonderful thought that you could never say out loud. I want to stay like this forever.
You pushed it from your head. You couldn’t feel that way about Mitchell. He was your roommate and best friend in the world. Sure, he was an offensively sexy vampire with gorgeous eyes and killer smile- pun intended- but you couldn’t have feelings for him. You had Ollie. And yet you felt a twinge of sadness when Mitchell pulled away.
“We’re so proud of you.” He grinned. His eyes were sparkling with pride and something else that you were sure you had imagined. No matter what secret feelings you harbored, you knew that Mitchell could never feel that way.
“I don’t know if I got it or not. It’s just a lot of hope and praying right now.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.
“Don’t be so modest. You’re brilliant.” He put a hand on your shoulder and had that stupid, beautiful look in his eyes again.
No. There was no look. You were just imagining it.
“He’s right, Y/N. You’re the cleverest person on that project. If Terri doesn’t put you in charge, then she’s a fool.” Annie chirped enthusiastically.
“I agree,” George added, lifting up his mug in cheers.
“I’ve seen those sketches you try to hide from us,” Mitchell smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You deserve this.”
You felt your face turning red and looked down at the tiles. “Thanks, guys.”
“What has Ollie said about it?” Annie gushed. Mitchell stepped away from you, turning so that his back was to you.
While you and Annie talked about Ollie and his perfect job and his perfect face and his perfect everything, Mitchell did his best to keep his jealous expression hidden from you. If he could see his reflection, he was sure he was scowling. He didn’t mean to be so bitter, especially since you seemed to be completely and utterly happy.
Happier than he could make you.
“Oh god, is that the time?” You exclaimed, jumping up from the table. You had gotten so in your head about this promotion, you didn’t realize you were ten minutes late for your commute. “I can’t be late. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Good luck!” Annie shouted as the door slammed shut behind you. “Oh, I hope she gets it. We could use a little celebration around here.”
“She seems to be the only person there with a brain, so I’d be shocked if she didn’t,” Mitchell added. Annie shot him a look.
“Ollie works there too, you know.”
Mitchell shrugged. “And?”
“What has Ollie ever done to-” A look of giddy realization washed over her and Mitchell instantly regretted his comments. He grimaced as she squealed “Oh my god, you fancy Y/N, don’t you?”
“Of course not.”
“You so fancy her!” Annie started to pace with a skip in her step. “All of the hugs and shoulder touches and smiles and giggles- you’ve got it bad, my friend.”
“I haven’t got anything. You’re being ridiculous.” He sat down with a huff. “Y/N is with Ollie. Besides, she lives across the hall from me. The idea of being anything more than friends is…” He trailed off. Annie and George exchanged a glance and finished their breakfast with smirks on their faces.
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Your body was buzzing all morning. You weren’t sure if you were anxious or excited or terrified or all at once. You’d wanted to be an architect for as long as you could remember and this promotion brought you one step closer to getting your designs out there. It seemed so trivial compared to what you went through every full moon, but your drive, your hope… it kept you human.
“There you are.” You sighed, spotting Ollie by the coffee machine. “I’ve been shaking all morning. I can’t get these jitters to go away!” You grabbed his hand, but he pulled away.
“Y/N, there’s something you should know about today-”
“There’s my favorite power couple.” Terri grabbed Ollie by the arm and started to drag him towards the conference room, motioning for you to follow. There was something about her tone that was off to you. Like she knew something you didn’t.
You followed her and Ollie to the conference room, joined by the rest of the people in the office. The way Ollie kept glancing over at you made you pause. What was going on? Why were he and Terri acting so weird? You noticed the way her hand crept down to his, giving it a squeeze before motioning for everyone to take a seat.
“Alright everyone, I think we all know what’s coming today, so let’s just get it out of the way, shall we?” Terri grinned. “Today, I’ve finally decided on the new project manager and head designer.”
Your body tensed, your nerves forming a giant lump in your throat. This was it.
“And I’m more than pleased to announce that our new design manager is… Ollie!” She announced happily, pulling your boyfriend into a more than friendly hug. The rest of the room applauded tentatively, a few eyes darting over in your direction.
You told yourself that it was for the best. Ollie was talented and hardworking- granted he had gotten his ideas from you for years, but that didn’t matter. You just couldn’t get Terri’s knowing smirk out of your head. Something was going on, but you just told yourself that it was jealousy over the job.
“Congratulations.” You said breathlessly, Ollie pulling you into a kiss. It felt forced.
“Alright everyone, Ollie will be giving you some new design ideas that we all need to get started on.” Terri clapped her hands together. “Let’s get going.”
You all walked out of the room like sheep while Ollie and Terri went back into her office. You didn’t want to look so disappointed- Ollie was your boyfriend after all. You should be happy for him.
There it was. That empty, sinking feeling. The one that made it so hard to leave Mitchell’s embrace this morning. It shouldn’t be bothering you so much and yet there it was. You couldn’t even begin to focus on the notes Ollie had handed out, but you noticed a few things that looked oddly familiar. These were your plans. Of course, the two of you had always bounced ideas off of each other, but you’d never shared these with him before.
Hoping to get some answers, you knocked on Terri’s office door.
“Hello? Is Ollie still with you? I think I have some-” You opened the door and stopped dead. There, on Terri’s desk, Ollie was leaning over your boss with her legs around his waist. They only stopped kissing when they realized you were there.
“Y/N… shit....” Ollie muttered, rubbing the lipstick off his face.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You exclaimed, throwing the notes on the floor. “‘My favorite power couple,’ ‘I’m so glad there are more women in the office,’ ‘I think of you more as a friend than an employee.’ It’s all shit, isn’t it?”
Terri straightened out her skirt and gave you a smile that was far too calm. “Y/N, let’s talk about this-”
“You’re a bitch.”
Ollie broke away from her. “Come on, love, don’t you think namecalling’s a bit immature.”
“No, Oliver,” You spat, “but this is.” You snatched the cup of tea off her desk and dumped it over his head.
With their voices calling after you, you grabbed your purse and your coat and didn’t look back.
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The two men entered the flat, their laughter quickly ceasing when they saw a solemn Annie sitting on the stairs. She stood up, extending her arms.
“What’s this?” George asked, taking off his jacket.
“She said she wants to be alone.”
“Y/N’s here?” Mitchell exclaimed. “She doesn’t get off for two more hours.”
“Don’t you think I noticed that?” She snapped back. “She didn’t tell me why she’s here, she just said she doesn’t want to see anyone.”
“Well, she’ll just have to.” Mitchell pushed past her and went up the stairs before she could stop him.
Mitchell banged on your door, but when there wasn’t a response, he burst in any way. He was surprised to find you sitting on your bed. You seemed calm and collected, surrounded by papers and teacups Annie had left in your room.
“Um… hey?” You said.
“Annie said…” He looked around as if he was trying to see the hurt you were hiding. But you had it tucked up inside you so no one would see. Especially not him.
“Annie said what?”
“What are you doing home?”
“I live here?” You laughed and, thankfully, it didn’t sound too forced.
Mitchell gave you an annoyed look. “Why aren’t you at work?”
“First of all, you’re not my father. Secondly…” You motioned to the mess of help-wanted flyers around you. “I quit.”
He froze. “You what?”
“I quit.”
“What about the promotion?”
“I didn’t get it.” You shrugged. He refused to believe that was it.
He hesitated but had to ask. “What about Ollie?”
Your gaze dropped to the papers in front of you. Your hands shook.
“We broke up.” You lowered your voice to try and keep it from cracking. “Can I get back to these, please?”
“Y/N-”
“Just get out!”
He looked at you for a long while, eyes filled with confusion and concern from your outburst. With a heavy sigh, he left, closing the door behind him. He stood in the hallway, mind reeling from everything you’d just said. Your apparent indifference was unnerving. You always talked to each other about things like this. Why now, did you feel like you had to hide?
“So?” George asked as he came down the stairs.
Mitchell shrugged, a grim expression painting his features.
Annie sighed. “That bad?”
“She doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Not even to you?” She exclaimed. He shook his head. She stood, wrapping her arms around herself nervously. “Maybe I should make her some tea-”
“Just leave her be for now.” He said. “Besides, her room is filled with mugs as it is.” He looked towards the staircase, still half tempted to storm back into your room and demand you talk to him, but that wouldn't fix anything. If anything, it would likely make matters worse.
George shoved his hands in his pockets and Annie rocked on her heels. Mitchell wanted to break something- preferably Ollie’s neck. Sure, he didn’t know what happened, but he’d be willing to bet it was that weasel’s fault.
“Nina wanted to grab a pint,” George started. “But I can stay in case Y/N’s thing has something to do with, you know… our shared thing.”
“It doesn’t,” Mitchell said. “Go on. We all deserve a night off.”
“Tell Nina hi!” Annie beamed. George gave her an awkward nod and headed out. The remaining roommates exchanged a look of helplessness. Annie shrugged. “If she needs us, she’ll tell us… right?”
Mitchell nodded but looked back at the stairs with longing. If he listened, he thought he could hear you crying.
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Almost an hour passed. Annie put on a show on the telly and Mitchell tried to focus on that. Every nerve in his body burned with the urge to go upstairs, but he forced himself to stay still. Until he heard the crash. It was a shattering noise, shortly followed but the sharp, metallic scent of blood. He ran up the stairs and this time, he didn’t knock.
“I’m fine.” You said. You were crouched over a broken mug on the floor. Your hand had gotten cut trying to pick it up, but you were still gathering the sharp pieces.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Mitchell ran to your side, the stench of blood filling his head. He grabbed a discarded t-shirt from the floor and pressed it against the cut.
“I said I’m fine.” You tried to pull away from him and keep picking up the mug. “It’s just a little blood. You shouldn’t be in here.”
“What happened?”
“I just dropped a teacup, but I can fix it.” You ignored the fat drops of blood dripping onto the ceramic pieces. “I can fix this. I can fix everything.”
Mitchell finally swatted the pieces out of your hands, grabbing you by the wrists.
“Y/N, stop it.” He pulled you off the floor and shoved aside the papers on your bed so you’d both have somewhere to sit. You tried to pry away, but his grip was too strong. He sat you down and put a hand under your chin so you would have to look at him. “What the hell is going on?” His expression softened with worry. “Talk to me.”
Your mind cleared away its defenses, leaving behind the images of everything that happened today. Seeing Mitchell’s wide eyes staring back at you was the final breaking point. You fell forward, burying your face in his chest as the sobs escaped your throat. Mitchell wrapped his arms around you without a second thought.
“Everything is falling apart and I don’t know how to fix it. I can always fix everything, but I don’t know what to do.” You cried. Mitchell held you closer.
“It’s not on you to fix everything. Whatever happened will work itself out-”
“Ollie is fucking Terri so he got the promotion.” You blurted through sobs.
Mitchell’s arms tensed around you. “What?” The urge to snap the man’s neck returned with ferocity.
“Ollie got the promotion and when I went to talk to Terri about it, they were practically doing it on her desk. The life I thought I was building… It meant nothing. Everything I’ve done to accomplish some sense of normality amounts to my boyfriend shagging my boss to get the job I worked my ass off for.” You sat up, wiping your face with your sleeve. “I failed.”
“Failed?” Mitchell scoffed, wiping a stray tear away. “Y/N, you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I’m supposed to be the one that’s put together, Mitchell. The perfect boyfriend, the perfect job.” You rested your elbows on your knees, covering your face with your hands. “And I know that sounds like I’m judging you and George and Annie, but I’m not. It’s just… I’m supposed to be the one nobody has to worry about. I’m the shoulder you guys can cry on, not the other way around.”
Mitchell didn’t know what to say. All this time, you thought you had to pretend everything was fine for his sake? How many times were you hurting that you didn’t tell him? How many times could he have told you how he really felt so you would know exactly how much you meant to him?
“Y/N I-” He blew out a breath. “I had no idea.”
“I never wanted this to happen.” You finally mustered the strength to look at him again. He gave you a small smile.
“It isn’t your fault. You don’t have to pretend to be perfect anymore. You’re human.” He laughed lightly. “Or at least, our odd version.” The corner of your lips tugged into a smile. He wiped away more of your tears. “You’re just as much of a mess as the rest of us and that’s okay.” Now you laughed. His expression turned serious. “And I love you even more because of it.”
Your breath hitched in your throat. His hazel eyes stared deeply into yours. Your lips parted as if you were going to speak, but nothing came out.
“I know that it’s terrible timing because of Ollie- and believe me I want to strangle him for it- but I can’t let you keep feeling like this without knowing how I feel about you.” He gently took your hands in his. “I love you without your perfect job. I love you without your control. I love you because you’re you.”
Words continued to fail you, forming at the tip of your tongue, but vanishing before you could say them. Instead, you leaned forward, slow and unsure at first but then confidently when you saw him do the same. Your lips touched the same way, gently and hesitant, slowly growing more sure. It was the first thing to feel right in a long time.
When you pulled apart, neither of you said anything. You didn’t have to. You simply cleared off the rest of the papers from the bed and laid in each other's arms. His lips on your forehead were the last thing you remembered before falling asleep, finally able to rest.
