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regalevansworth · 8 months

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The butterfly effect🦋

Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.

Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.

Word count : 6.3k+

A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33

Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.

So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.

Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.

Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.

Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.

On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.

Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.

God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.

Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.

Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.

You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.

But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.

His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.

However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.

By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.

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It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.

As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.

But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).

The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.

Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.

Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.

As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.

You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.

On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.

Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.

You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.

How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips

You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.

It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.

“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.

Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.

Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.

After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.

Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.

Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.

Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.

When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.

Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.

You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.

Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.

He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.

He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.

He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.

Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.

Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.

He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.

Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.

Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.

That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.

At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.

At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.

But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.

Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.

Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.

While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.

Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.

He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.

“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.

You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.

It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.

In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.

Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.

Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.

You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.

You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.

“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.

After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.

Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.

With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.

Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.

One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.

“P-please”

“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.

Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”

“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.

With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.

It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.

Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.

“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”

Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.

Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.

With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.

As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”

Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.

“You're so- so big”

Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.

“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.

Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.

It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”

Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”

“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”

Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.

You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”

With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”

After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.

“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”

“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically

“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”

“So much. Please”

“Yeah? And what do you want?”

“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”

“Fuck”

Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.

“C-Chris, I'm coming”

“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”

And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.

At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.

“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.

“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.

Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”

You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.

On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”

You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

Next time

A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Out from Darkness - Chapter Two.

I thought I’d get the ball rolling a little with it and offer another chapter! :) A cast of characters post will soon follow, too!

Previous Chapters - One

Word Count - 3,900

Cast of characters post here

Tag list - In the comments

Warnings - None not covered by the previous chapter

‘No, what are you doing? Going back there on your own, it’s stupid. No.’ On she walked though, conflicted with every step, stopping once more a few yards along. ‘What if he actually is a vampire? He certainly moved fast enough to not be human. And you’re going up there alone? No, Ava!’

Yet when she’d been face to face with him, she hadn’t gotten the impression she was in danger, although of course, she had been scared. The sheer size of him alone was intimidating enough, let alone the ‘he might be a vampire’ conundrum she was presently wrestling with. The more logical part of her mind wanted to continue with the naysaying, but she had to concede that she existed as a witch, so by that token, why not him as a vampire?

‘Don’t you think it looks a little...well...oh heck. I don’t even know how it looks going back up there.’ All Ava did know was that the energy she’d felt radiating from him two nights ago, it was something she most certainly wanted to experience again. ‘Just walk, just go. You’re halfway there anyway.’

With her decision more fortified, she continued, positive it was the right thing to do. Until, that was, she ceased movement once more. ‘Get it together! Either go, or don’t. No more procrastinating.’ On she ventured, this time making it all the way to the edge of the forest before stopping again, only this time to get her torch out.

Continuing up the path, Ava felt her heart quicken the closer into the trees she ventured, that same wave of energy as before hitting her as she began to make her descent down to the cabin, turning off her torch when the light from the moon provided enough illumination to see well enough.

“She’s back, and all on her own.” She nearly jumped out of her skin at hearing those quiet words come from up above. Raising her head, she looked all around, her eyes picking him out in the darkness, sat up in a high redwood. Within a blink, he was gone. Turning sharply, she tried to locate him once more, only to jump again when he appeared right in front of her.

“You are what they say you are, aren’t you, to be able to move that quickly.”

“Is that why you’ve returned, to inquire into what I might, or might not be?”

“Yes, well no, but...” she floundered a little, feeling very intimidated by him. “I just... I’m curious, I suppose. You have this...”

“Energy? Yes, I do. You have it too, of course, being what you are.”

Did he mean? Surely, he didn’t mean... “What do you think I am?”

“A witch.” Oh, he did know, it seemed.

“How did you know?”

“Maybe I am what they say I am, and that’s how I know you are what you are.”

Grinning, she cocked her head to the side. “Are you?” What she didn’t realise is that in doing so, she’d just presented a very clear view of her jugular vein, rising a little, causing him to give himself away much more prematurely than he’d intended, his mouth opening and two large, sharp fangs popping out from his gums. Again, she jumped, suddenly feeling very foolish for heading up there alone.

“I think you knew that already though, didn’t you? You at least knew I wasn’t like others.”

“I had an inkling that you were somehow not human. You also gave that up surprisingly quickly, that you’re a vampire.”

The vampire shrugged, raising his eyebrows a flicker. “You knew already. There was seldom any point in hiding it.”

“Is that how others know about you, those who speak of your legend?”

“No.”

“So how do the rumours persist, if you haven’t told anyone?”

“Some see me, just for a fraction of a second before I vanish. I don’t exactly advertise what I am. I’ve never been able to successfully conceal myself from witches, though. The energy I mentioned, we both feel it from each other.”

“Have you met many other witches?” It was quite a game of Q&A they were slipping into, but Ava constantly reminded herself to keep her guard up. After all, she had no idea what she was dealing with. At any moment, he could pounce, clamp those huge teeth into her neck, drain her dry.

“A few. Not many, though. Shame, I like witch energy. It feels nice. We’re drawn to one another, your kind and mine. Again, I think that’s something you know already, though. It explains why you’re back here.”

It did. His energy had pulled her in. Also, she didn’t feel scared of him any longer, although she knew she likely should have been. “So, you’re a vampire.”

“I am.”

“How come you’re not attacking me? Or are you biding your time?”

“I’m fed. You might not have been so lucky, had I been hungry, had I been in red-eyed mode,” he explained the pair then beginning to walk.

“Oh, so you were hungry the other night, when I saw you in the trees? That’s what the red eyes means, right,” she noted, nodding to herself.

“Not quite. Our eyes turn red depending on mood. It happens when we’re hungry, horny or angry.”

“Oh, so you were angry, because we were trespassing.”

His mouth twitched into a smile, blue eyes flitting over to her. “Guess again.”

Suddenly, she felt a little bashful, smiling shyly and looking away. “Oh.”

“Surely, you see your own attractiveness? It can’t be that surprising to learn that I’d very much like to take you into my house down there and have sex with you until the sun comes up?”

“That’s very...” she began, startled by his bluntness.

“Forward? Yes. It’s only sex, you humans are entirely too precious about it.”

“No, not precious. But I met you, what, five minutes ago.”

“You met me two nights ago.” Oh, he was so sharp with his answers. Ava could feel herself getting tied up. If words were sparring punches, she’d have been knocked out by now.

“You standing in front of me does not equate to a meeting,” she pointed out. “I’m not even sure if this equates to a meeting, this back and forth, this...”

“Flirtation you’ve entered with a vampire? Sorry, allow me to be proper and back track if it makes you feel comfortable. Hello, I’m Chris.” Turning in front of her, he offered his hand.

“Ava,” she replied, shaking it. His skin was cool, but then she guessed it would be. He wasn’t alive, after all, although she wasn’t too sure of the mechanics of his vampirism, how much was fabled, how much was true.

“So, now we’ve met, will you have sex with me?” She couldn’t help it, laughing softly as she shook her head. “I know you want to.”

“Oh, you know, huh?” she challenged him with playful incredulity, still amused.

“I do. My senses are about a billion times sharper than yours. I can tell.”

“I find you attractive, but as to whether I want to have sex with you or not, that remains to be seen.”

“To you, maybe. To me, nope. I know.” He was frustratingly smug, very all-knowing.

“So, these sharper senses. What do they entail, exactly?” she asked, wondering upon that fable versus truth situation a little more.

“I can see, hear and smell things a lot more intensely than you humans.”

“Example?” He took a moment, wondering what he could impress her with, the corners of his mouth upturning into that familiar grin again as he came to a stop. Ava still wasn’t sure whether it was sinister or sexy.

“You ate apples today, didn’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I can smell them in your blood. You smell sweet, like you’d taste sweet too, all over.” The noise he made as he leaned in close to her neck, it was a softer growl than she’d heard before, a low rumble that was still eerily unhuman, but one that went straight to her crotch. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“Apples aren’t the only thing I can smell.”

Oh, fuck. He could smell arousal, no matter how minimal. Of course, he could. He’d just revealed he had a nose about a million times more sensitive than a bloodhound. It was right there that Ava realised her body would likely betray her at every step. She could tell him one thing, perhaps not want to be too revealing, but her body, her scent, would lead him right to the truth.

There went her plan to remain a little aloof.

“How far away can you hear, then?”

“You like to change the subject when you feel uncomfortable, don’t you? Why is that, Ava?” She liked the way her name sounded when he spoke it, the way it rumbled over his vocal cords in a sultry husk. She’d always liked Australian accents too, although his wasn’t too strong, she noted.

“Why do I like to change the subject, or why do I feel uncomfortable?”

“Both.”

“Because I just met you and you’re coming on very, very strong.”

“That’s the way of my kind. We don’t waste time; we very much get right to the point.” Yes, he wasn’t wrong there. “As for how far I can hear, if you were to stand on the very opposite side of this forest, over by the San Gabriel mountains and whisper my name, I’d hear it.”

“That’s very impressive. So, what’s true and what isn’t with vampires, then? I mean I get that you’re immortal,” she began.

“Correct,” Chris confirmed, heading further into the thick of the trees.

“But is it true you can be killed by wood or silver?”

“That would be telling.” No, he wasn’t likely to reveal his weaknesses to a perfect stranger. Ava immediately felt embarrassed by the absurdity of her expectations there. “But I do have a reflection, and I can walk upon hallowed ground, if you were curious.” He offered, smiling in a way that indicated he wasn’t offended.

“Curious is putting it mildly, now I know you exist. Can I ask how old you are?”

“One hundred and forty-eight. How about you?”

“Nineteen.”

“I don’t even think I remember nineteen. I remember it being fun, but not much else.” He looked a little lamenting there, Ava wondering if he missed it at all, being human. Of course, if he was, he’d be long dead, but still, she couldn’t help but think on that. She didn’t give voice to it, though. It was much too personal. “Is it fun for you?”

“Ish,” she confessed, Chris arching an eyebrow in inquiry. He made himself look ten times sexier when he did that, she noted, her heartbeat quickening a little, his eyes flitting between hers and her chest rapidly. Yes, he noticed it. Of course, he did. “Life is good for the most part, I have fun with my friends and my two closest ones, those I was here with two nights ago.”

“I sense there’s more.”

“There is, but that would be telling.” He laughed a low, amused rumble at hearing his own line repeated back to him.

“Ahhh, touché,” he began, beginning to smirk. “You can tell me about it after I’ve taken you to bed for the first time. It’ll make for non-cliche pillow talk.”

Shaking her head, she felt herself blush a little, laughing softly. “You’re very confident, aren’t you?”

“When it comes to bedding beautiful women, yes, I am.” At hearing herself referred to as a woman, Ava smiled, dropping her head.

“I like that, being referred to as a woman. I’m a girl to virtually everyone else.”

“You’re no girl, and I’m not like everyone else.”

No, he definitely wasn’t. She was just beginning to relax around him too, when suddenly he stopped, visibly shuddering, like something was crawling beneath his skin. “I apologise, Ava, but I must leave.” In a blink, he’d vanished, Ava stunned for a few moments, retrieving her torch and finding her way back to the path.

“Well, at least he apologised. If you have to go, you have to go.” She muttered to herself, beginning her descent to civilization again, wondering when would be an acceptable amount of time to pass before coming back to seek him out again. He was so fascinating to her, a real-life vampire, and only she knew about him. Well, she assumed so, at least. The fact that he was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen was an added bonus, a shameless flirt another, she guessed.

How long was long enough? She thought upon it, as well as replaying parts of their conversation in her head the entire way home.

Meanwhile, moving through the air like a bullet out of a gun, Chris was pissed off at having to answer the call of Magda, his creator. A creator vampire could call upon their offspring at any time, a silent, physical pull that reached out to them, making their blood tingle, the blood that made them what they were beckoning them back. They had to answer, too. There was no choice in it. One hundred and ten years on and Chris still wished there was.

Coming to a stop up in the Hollywood hills, the guards at the front gates to Magda’s home pulled back the iron structure, Chris walking up the driveway at a normal pace, not particularly wanting to be heading in that direction at all. If there was one person he loathed, it was his creator, she who had stolen him from his human life and family. He might have loved being a vampire at that point, but he’d still never forgive her for her greed.

“You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid my eyes upon. I have to have you. You have to be mine.”

Those were the words she’d spoken, before plunging her fangs into his neck and draining him dry, making him take her own blood back in as his in form of feeding from her wrist, turning him into what she was. At the time, he’d been terrified, feeling himself dying, only to awake in the ground a full day and night later, Magda unearthing him. Then, even though he was dead, he’d never felt more alive.

Immediately, he’d tried to return to his family, Magda informing him that he could never go back on account of what he was, the risk he posed to them, now more dangerous than any other predator on earth. “The bloodlust is too consuming. You’d slaughter them all, no matter how in your heart you wouldn’t ever want to harm them, you would do just that. You must stay with me and learn how to be a vampire.”

It had upset him hugely, his eyes streaming with bloodied tears, confused, scared, hungrier than he could ever remember too along with desperately mournful, but suddenly after a short time, no longer all too caring as he felt his senses begin to kick in properly. Magda smiled as she witnessed it, watching the humanity in him fade, witnessing him adjust to his new found status.

“Look at the world anew, my baby vampire. Get a feel of your senses, move around, go on. Let me see you take your first steps.” He was too overcome to even move at first, too overcome by everything. Everything was sparkling, brighter, bolder. The world looked infinitely more beautiful to his brand-new vampire eyes. He heard things no human would ever be capable of hearing, too, like the heartbeat of a bird, conversations between people nowhere within his sight, or the scamper of a ladybird across the ground.

Everything was illuminated a thousand times more than he’d known as a human, his body humming with the energy, the essence of his new immortality. It was incredible.

“Go on, see how fast you can move. Test your strength, too.” Chris then proceeded to spend half an hour zipping around while laughing, unable to believe how quickly he could cover the ground, testing his strength by lifting objects no mortal would be strong enough to hold, and doing so with ease. One hand elevated a delivery truck that had parked up just down the street, Magda having to rush and retrieve her excited offspring, save he be seen.

“How do you feel?” she’d asked once back in the confides of her estate, touching a well-manicured hand to his shoulder.

“Hungry. And like I could fuck for days,” he’d replied, her grin spreading.

“I can help you with both of those things.” With a click of her fingers, a young man was brought forth, his big, brown eyes like saucers, fear flooding him even though from the state of his puncture wound scarred neck, he knew exactly what he was in for. Immediately, his fangs shot out, a hunger unlike anything he’d ever felt knocking him sideways.

Under Magda’s instruction, he fed for the first time, his creator showing him exactly how to do it in order to not leave the human dead. “Here, we would enchant them, but Romesh is my house boy so there’s no need with him, but with other humans, you must, so we remain in the shadows. Enchantment works by erasing their memory of you, but I’ll show you how to do that another time. Right now, I feel you have something much more pressing you’d like me to help you with, don’t you?”

His creator wasn’t an unattractive woman, but she definitely wasn’t who he would have chosen, had he been presented with a choice. She was what he craved though as a brand-new vampire, all the energy coursing through him that he needed to fuck out of his system, and how he fucked her. He broke her back three times over the course of thirty hours of sexual decimation. Apparently, it was quite the blurred line with vampires, the creator often seeing their offspring as children, but not so much that a sexual element couldn’t arise between them.

That’s also where he learned he could stay awake for longer periods of time if he was well fed, fight the sleepy feeling the dawn brought to all vampires when they we hidden away from the lethal divide of night sliding back to reveal the day. He’d enjoyed it with many a woman since Magda too, not that any had remembered it afterwards, had they been human and not fellow vampires he’d been enjoying, enchanting himself out of their memories and vanishing.

If Magda had her way, though, he’d never have strayed from her at all, not for any need. Any other woman who came near him made her hackles rise considerably, something Chris was still forced to deal with, even though he now no longer lived with her, and hadn’t for over eighty years.

Take that evening, for example. She would have felt his desire for Ava quite clearly through their link to one another, and he knew as he reached the front door that she took the greatest of pleasure in calling him away from another woman he was interested in. She didn’t do it all of the time, but when she sensed something significant, she never failed to remind him who’s he was. In her mind, at least. In Chris’s, he was his own vampire.

“Christopher!” Right there was another bone of contention, her insistence on addressing him by his full name at times. He’d been Chris since he could remember, to everyone except his creator. “How are you, darling?”

Magda appeared in front of him, draping her arms loosely around his neck. “What, no kiss? Oooh, you smell of witch! Mmmmm, she smells nice. Who is she?”

He momentarily shut his eyes and growled quietly, kissing her cheek. “None of your business, Magda.” Unravelling from her, he continued into the house, happier to see other faces there in the form of two of his vampire siblings, Elroy and Anaïs.

“Hey, man, how’s it going?” the former greeted him with warmly, clapping his back as they hugged. They hadn’t seen each other for a while. While vampires were often frosty and aloof towards the humans who temporarily knew about them, to their own kind, especially kin, they were very affectionate.

“Same old, really,” Chris replied, indulging his sister with the usual double cheek kiss she preferred to bestow upon her family. She was very continental like that.

“Ahhh, you men and your need to show yourselves off. I would much rather we remain hidden,” Anaïs sighed in her thick Parisian brogue, fluffing her hair and checking her lipstick in a small compact mirror. She was a lovely vampire, but still the vainest person Chris had ever met.

“What, you don’t want more freedom, being able to walk around, take back the night a little?” Elroy snorted.

“The night is ours already, brother. I see nothing but bad times ahead, should be reveal ourselves to the humans. Persecution, judgement, etcetera...”

“No one will be persecuting us, my girl,” Magda boomed, coming back into her large lounge and gesturing for them all to sit. “Can you imagine such a thing? It would be like a flea walking up to a lion in the Serengeti, kicking it on the paw and expecting the great, majestic beast to care. Humans are the fleas to our lion, children. Never forget your superiority. Especially not when you come from my bloodline.”

Indeed, Magda had reason to revel in her grandeur. She was vampire regent of California, after all. A vampire regent was present in every state, the top of the chain where matters relating to the governing of the undead were concerned. “Your suspicions are right, over why you’ve been called here. I have news. We’re revealing ourselves. December 16th, our presence to the world will be finally uncovered.”

Elroy looked delighted, Anaïs groaned with anguish, the word ‘merde!’ uttered, and Chris was completely unfazed. It didn’t really matter either way to him. He enjoyed keeping himself to himself, hence the woodland cabin.

“Does anyone have any questions?”

“When did all of this take place, and with whom?” Chris asked, curious over the logistics.

“All regents have been meeting with state governors over the last few months. The governor of California has been secretly meeting with me up here since April, working out the finer details, etc. He wouldn’t let me anywhere near his home. They did it up nice for Halloween, though, I must say.” Picking up a paper, she showed the Martin family to her offspring, Chris of course immediately recognising the eldest child. “You’ve gone on alert, Christopher. What is it?”

“I recognise him, he’s jogged past the cabin before, but I didn’t know who he was.” He never usually got away with lying to his creator, but it worked that time, much to his relief. Oh no. He would not let on that he’d just met the blonde-haired beauty there smiling in the picture with her family, because he knew exactly where it would lead. Magda would meddle, this he knew for sure.

All Chris wanted was to lead a quiet life up in the forest, and hopefully soon, have that same blonde-haired beauty to share his bed with whenever possible.

If only things were that simple.

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fangirlcenteral · 4 years

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Meeting the Friend

A/N: This is my first fic since i’ve been back and of course it has to be Tom Hiddleston because he’s amazing. So without further ado here is some wholesome Tom Hiddleston fluff.

Summary: Tom and you hadn’t been together long, but he is very adamant about you meeting Chris Hemswoth even though you are very nervous since your a big fan. (Reader is an author sorry if you don’t feel included)

Taglist: @just-the-hiddles

After dating tom for a little over six months you would think you would be used to the weird time zone phone calls and the random visits asking to practice lines on you. Something you will never get used to though is when he excuses himself for calls saying something like, “sorry love, Chris H. is calling me.” How does someone get used to your boyfriend talking to Chris Hemsworth in the Loki voice. It was one of these odd phone calls with Chris that Tom kept turning to you looking almost worried. You tried to focus on the book you are trying to read until you noticed the large man looming over you. You look up with a small nervous smile on your face.

“Do you need something,” you whispered into the dark room.

“Do you know Chris Hemsworth,” He asked back.

“Personally, no. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Chris Hemswoth in my day to day life working from home as an author. I haven’t met many Hollywood level actors if you haven’t noticed in the past six months,” you quipped back with a small chuckle. He laughed a little at this and took a seat next to you.

“Would you like to meet him.” You put your book down and give Tom your full attention.

“You wanna repeat that.”

“Would you like to meet Chris Hemsworth.”

“Your joking right. You wouldn’t actually let me meet Chris Hemsworth, right?” He was now giggling uncontrollably and trying to catch his breath to respond. He kept nodding.

When he finally calmed himself down he looked at you amused, “why wouldn’t I let you meet him.”

You shook your head confused with a smirk on your face, “because we’ve only been dating for six months and, I don’t know, I’M NOT AN ACTOR.”

“That doesn’t matter, none of that matters,” he said turning towards you, “Come on, he’s coming to London next week, I think you should meet him.” You shook your head and brushed off the point for the rest of the night assuming it would never happen.

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A few days later you heard a knock on your door and ran across your flat to answer the door. You were greeted with the tall ginger man leaning against your door frame looking at his phone. You clear your throat and look up at him. He looks up from his phone and smiled at you, “hello love, sorry got a text from my mom,” You simply chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your cheek and walk into the flat. When you closed the door and turned around to find him in the kitchen looking through your fridge.

“Sure grab something to eat, make yourself at home, i’m just here,” I said more talking to myself then Tom and walking to him with a smile. He turned towards you with his mischievous smile on his face.

“I come with news,” he says then looks at you expectantly, “about meeting Chris, don’t you remember.” You just looked at him confused.

“I didn’t know you were serious about me meeting him, I haven’t even met your mother and you want me to meet Chris Hemsworth”

“I feel, personally, correct me if i’m wrong, but meeting my mother would be just a jump more important then meeting Chris Hemsworth,” He said with an amused smile walking up to me.

“But i’m good with parents, they are like their kids you can predict how to act, but I don’t think i’ll be able to read a Hollywood actor,” you said hitting against his chest.

“Why are you so worried, he just another person,” he said wrapping in you in his arms to try and calm you down.

“but he’s important to you, I don’t want to mess this up and have it reflect badly on you when you have to see him again,” you rambled looking him dead in the eyes while he giggled at you.

“it’s fine, just trust me. Do you trust me,” he asked looking at you expectantly, you nodded, “then it’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

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A few days later you were standing in your living room in a too fancy dress and too high heels feeling so far from yourself waiting to meet someone you are kinda terrified of. What could go wrong? You sit on your couch and pick up a book you had left on the end table and began to get sucked into a world so far from your own.

A hard knock on your door brought you back to reality. When you answered it you were not surprised to find Tom standing at your door in sleek suit.

“You look lovely darling,” he said extending a hand out to you. You smiled and grabbed your clutch and took his hand, letting him pull you to his sleek white car.

After an uneventful car ride you arrived at the posh, upscale restaurant Tom had picked for the evening. You squeezed Tom’s hand just a bit tighter and took a deep breath.

“You’ll do fine doll, he’ll love you I promise,” He said with a deep draw. He swiftly got out of the car and came to open your door for you, extending his had to help you out of the car.

“Your doing this to torture me right. You know Thor is my favorite Avenger so you had to embarrass me like this. I’m gonna make a fool of myself,” You said putting your hand to your forehead as Tom lead you to the restaurant chuckling.

“You know Loki is kind of an Avenger too. I’m slightly offended,” He said glancing at you.

“But Loki also tried to destroy the world,” you said deadpanning, “speaking of he got off way to easy for that, like what did Thor ever do about that.”

“See, you speak Marvel fluently, just talk to him about that if you get nervous,” He said opening the door to the restaurant for you.

“Yeah, but won’t I seem like a crazy fan.”

“Aren’t you a crazy fan,” he says smirking at you. You smacked his chest, “don’t worry, your my crazy fan.” He laughed at you. The conversation pretty much ended there and you and Tom were lead to a table to wait for Chris to arrive. We only had to wait a few minutes till you heard Tom greet someone while you were on your phone. You looked up and saw the all Australian standing in front of you. You stood slowly as not to fall on your heels and he pulled you into a hug introducing himself.

“Hi, i’m Chris, its nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you,” he said to me.

“Oh did he,” you said looking over at Tom, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You had a smile plastered on your face. You were hoping you didn’t come off as the nerdy fan-girl you really are.

The evening went off well until desert when Chris asked how we met.

“well she came to comic con last year and I met her at the meet and greet and got her number and the rest is history,” Tom responded smiling at you. You smile back blushing at him.

“Oh, so your a fan, Y/N,” Chris said looking at you.

“A bit I guess,” you said shrugging trying to play it cool.

“A bit, she’s a massive fan. She LOVES the Avengers,” Tom said laughing.

“Who is your favorite Avenger,” Chris asked you with an amused smile.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you started.

“She loves Thor, she’d never admit it to you probably but she is obsessed with Thor,” Tom said cutting you off. Chris proceeded to laugh and say that he is flattered.

The two boys proceeded to ask you many questions about Marvel. What does S.H.I.E.L.D. stand for? Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. What is the name of Thor's hammer? Mjolnir. Questions like that until it was time to go.

“It was amazing to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you again some time, truly a pleasure,” Chris said when we reached the door where we had to split up.

“The pleasure is all mine,” you said as he brought you into a tight hug. You then stood to the side and waited for the boys to say their goodbyes before climbing into the car with Tom.

“Why did you call me out like that, I just came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now,” you said as soon as the door closed. He giggled at you.

“What do you mean, how did I ‘call you out’ I did nothing,” he said through laughter as he pulled out of the crowded parking lot.

“Why did you have to mention that I was a fan, let alone a massive Thor fan, he didn’t need to know that,” You said smacking his arm.

“Hey, don’t hit the driver, that’s not safe you know,” he said laughing at your little fit, “He loved you, trust me, It was almost threatening.” You two ended up laughing for awhile till you were suddenly back in your house changing for bed when you heard a phone ring and Tom answer it. You continued changing and preparing for bed until you heard Tom bid the mystery person a goodbye. When you came out into your room and saw Tom getting clothes out of the drawer of miscellaneous items of his clothes to change to stay over at your place for the night.

“Do you know who that was on the phone,” Tom asked looking over at you getting to bed. You shook your head and looked over at him confused. “It was Chris, asking for your number.” You smiled at him.

“Did you give it to him,” you asked excited.

“No of course not, and could do me a favor and not act like you would leave me for him if he ever asked,” he said pushing your shoulder. You laughed and cuddled into him as he turned off the lights and kissed your head.

“Goodnight angel,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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A/N: Alright first imagine back. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you guys so much for the support on my coming back post. I honestly thought no one whould care so that you for caring. And I will be back very soon with my very first request I will be writing soon. Thank you again and I hope you enjoyed. Feedback is always welcome.

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