The One With The Advent Calendar (Day 5)

The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 5)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warning: 18+ only

You had just got out of the shower when you heard your phone ringing; knowing the only person that called you this late at night could be Henry, you almost broke your foot to answer it.

“Hey baby”- you said breathless as soon as the call connected. You had been too focus on not losing his call to noticing he was actually video calling you. So once you saw your boyfriend’s face your eyes sparkled a little bit.

“What if I wasn’t alone!”- Henry smirked looking at the valley of your breast. You had had no time to dress yourself, so the only thing covering you was a towel.

“What? I mean I could be wearing a strapless dress, they would never know”- you smirked before noticing the dark circles under your boyfriend’s eyes -“how are you?”

“Everything is fine”- of course he said he was fine, when did he not

“You look tired Hennybear”- he huffed at you. It wasn’t like he was annoyed at you, more like astonished at how much you could notice even trough a screen

“I just can’t wait to be back at home with you. I miss you”- you could have melted, Henry was the sweetest even when he fucked you so hard you could barely walk the next day. He was able to be sweet even then, you really didn’t know how he did it.

“I miss you too, this is why I’m spending all day tomorrow watching you being a super awesome witcher on tv”- he laughed at you

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”- you gasped at him

“Never say such an heresy, every again”- you were outraged

“You’re a dork, but thank you”- he knew he could always count on your support in everything

“Nah… maybe you should go to sleep, I don’t want to keep you up if you’re tired”- you wanted to talk to him for hours but you were starting to worry about how tired he looked.

“You know what I would like to do?”- he asked, and you should have guessed from his smirk what he wanted, but didn’t pay any mind to it too worry about his health and sleep schedule

“What?”

“I would really like to know what surprise was in store for us in today box of the calendar?”- Henry said and you almost laughed at his dorky face

“I didn’t open it today”

“Why”

“You weren’t here”- you shrugged

“Well I’m here now… somehow. Let’s open it”- you looked at him to make sure he was serious before opening the box with the number five on it

“Well what is it?”- Henry urged you when it was clear you had opened it but weren’t saying anything.

You took the gift and showed it to Henry. As soon as his eyes lended on the purple dildo he smirked

“Isn’t this perfect? What do you say love? You wanna have some fun?”- your breath hitched at Henry’s word. It didn’t take a genius to guess what your boyfriend was hinting at, beside it wouldn’t even be the first time. With your boyfriend’s job, which required him to travel a lot, and with your inability to always follow him, you weren’t new to phone sex

You got yourself comfortable on the bed and then patiently waited

“Touch your boobs love, you know I love them”- Henry was short of breath already just by watching you laying naked on the bed.

You gently squeezed your breast before focusing on your nipple

“You look so beautiful love, I want you to take your little toy and give that pretty pussy of yours whatever she wants”

You looked at your boyfriend on your phone while slowly passing the dildo trough your slit, once you were nice and wet you started to fuck yourself with it.

You looked at Henry the whole time: his eyes were full with lust, his groans were music to your ears. Even without seeing all of him, you knew he was playing with himself too.

Knowing you were at your peak, you stimulated your clitoris to bring you over the edge.

“So how is your new toys?”- Henry asked some time later once you both had had time to calm down. You were both on the bed under the cover, you were ready to go to sleep but you wanted to talk to each other for as long as you could.

“I’m used to much better, but I have high standards so…”- Henry smirked at your answer, he already knew you were always going to prefer his cock to any toy, but it was always nice to hear you say it.

This is really short and there isn’t that much smut in it but this is how it is today. Sorry

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

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The one with the disguise

Summery: you have always wanted to be a doctor, there’s only a problem: you’re a woman. (I got inspired while rewatching 2x01 of the tudors so it’s canon compliant until that episode)

Pairing: Charles Brandon x reader

You had always wanted to be a doctor.

Your mother had died when you were just a child and your father, who was a doctor, had always refused to leave you with strangers to raise you. So he had started to take you with him and you had fallen in love with his work. The idea of helping people, saving them, bringing them back to their loved ones was what convinced you to never stop. Your father had taught you everything he knew but then he had died too leaving you alone.

Women couldn’t be doctors, but your father had always told you to think with your own head, to do what was right and you knew that letting your knowledge going to waste would be a sin.

So you decided to pretend to be a man: you took your father clothes, started to wear a band to conceal your breast, tied your hair so they seemed to be shorter than they actually were and started to wear always a hat. You decided to keep your family name because it was the only thing you couldn’t leave behind, it was something that connected you to your father.

William Smith was born and Y/n Smith magically disappeared.

The only person who knew the truth was the maid that had helped your father raise you, that had taught what was the job of a woman and that had almost died when you had told her your decision. She had tried to make you come to your senses, but seeing you were adamant about it, she had decided to help you in the end.

You knew lying was a sin too, but, in this way, you could help people at least.

Nobody knew you, so you started from scratch by helping those who couldn’t pay for a doctor and you couldn’t have been happier. This was what you were born for; you didn’t need any money, your father had left you plenty; the only thing you needed was to follow your calling.

Things started to get complicated when it got out the word of your doing.

Queen Catherine had decided she wanted to meet the young doctor who healed the poor without asking anything in return.

That’s how you found yourself a the King court.

You had thought you would have met the Queen, maybe stayed some time and then left but God seemed to have decided otherwise: during your visit, someone had tried to poison the King, and when his own doctor had said nothing was left to do, you had saved him.

You knew that if they found out you were a woman they would called you a witch and kill you for it, but you couldn’t have left him to die when you knew you could do something.

So one night, when the king had yet to wake up, you had started to pack. The court wasn’t a safe place for you, you had to leave before someone found out the truth.

You opened the door of you chamber to ask if your carriage was ready, when you found the duke of Suffolk right in front of you. It was clear he was about to come to see you.

“Your grace”- you said

“Doctor Smith”- he said while looking inside your chamber -“Are you leaving?”- he asked looking at your baggage. Someone must have told him you had asked for a carriage, you mentally cursed yourself for thinking no one was going to know.

“My services are require elsewhere, someone called for me”- your heart was going crazy.

The Duke of Suffolk was one of the King closest friend, if he found out you would probably be dead.

“I’m afraid whoever called for you will have to find someone else. The king asks for you to stay at court indefinitely and to become his personal doctor”

“Your grace I don’t think I can. I came here because the Queen asked me but my place isn’t at court, my place is anywhere someone needs me.”

“Mr Smith, it’s clear you don’t know how it work at court. If the king asks you to stay, you stay. It’s an order”- he said and you could see compassion in his eyes for just a second.

You nodded because there wasn’t anything else you could do: the king gave you an order, and disobeying it meant death.

Once the duke left your room, you let the tears come: you didn’t know what to do. You were used to pretend to be someone else, but at the end of each day you went back home, you stopped being William Smith and became Y/n Smith once again even if for a few hours. Living at court was going to be so hard and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to.

Months had passed since then, you had send for your maid, asking for her to be with you and the king had been so kind to oblige. She was the only thing that made living at court bearable.

The king thought of you as indispensable but you were out of any group. You couldn’t spend too much time with the men who were a court in fear of them finding the truth, and you couldn’t spend too much time with women at court because they would have thought you were courting them. Keeping your father name had meant anyone knew that you came from a good family, so you could hear some of the queen’s ladies talking about you.

The only person you let yourself be closed a little bit more than others was the duke of Suffolk, he was the one who had convinced the king to let you travel, even if for short periods of time, to help others outside of court. You didn’t know why he had pleaded your cause without you even asking, but you knew you would have been forever grateful to him.

That’s how you and the Duke, Charles when you were alone, became friends. And that’s how you fell in love with him, you knew you shouldn’t have: you were a man in his eyes and he could never know the truth, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself.

Charles, with his cocky attitude and his good heart that he rarely showed, had won your heart even if he would never know.

You were set in your routine by now: you were a man by day and a woman in the privacy of your chambers; people that were looking for you asked your maid first and she was the one that came to call for you. But you should have known that something was about to happen.

You were in your room, almost ready to go to bed in your nightgown, your hair left untied when the duke of Suffolk came barging in your room with your maid behind him evidently trying to stop him.

You stopped breathing

“Where is Doctor Smith? I need him”- he asked as a matter of urgency.

“He’s not here at the moment, your grace”- you answered trying to stay calm, it was clear he hadn’t recognized you.

“Where is he? I need him now”- he was raising his voice and you started to worry

“I don’t know your grace, is everything alright?”- you asked gently

“My son... he’s... there is something wrong with him”- his eyes were red, he was clear he had cried.

You knew that your decision could have ruined your life but he needed you and couldn’t be the cause of his pain.

“Let’s go”- you said while wearing a robe to cover yourself

“Where?”- he asked

“To see your son, Doctor Smith taught me some things. I’ll send my maid looking for him while we go to your son. Come on”- he looked at you weirdly but ended up nodding.

You stayed with Charles and his son all night until his fever went down.

“William never talked about you”- Charles said while you were checking on his son before leaving. You decided not to answer - “it’s weird you know, because when I look at you...”- he stopped himself

“I should go, your son should be fine your grace; but I’ll be sure to send the doctor your way as soon as I see him”- you said with your heart in your throat.

“Wait”- said Charles before you could leave -“what’s your name?”

You thought about not answering him, but in all those months of friendship with Charles you had dreamed of him saying your name even just once, so, against your better judgment you answered

“Y/n”- you whispered

“Y/n”- hearing him saying your name made your heart skip a beat -“I didn’t know William had such a beautiful wife”

“I’m not... I’m not his wife”- what the hell where you doing?

“Mhm huh... you know what’s curios?”- he said looking at you intensely- “You and William have the same eyes”

“Your grace”- you whispered hoping he would let it go.

“Tell me”- he said

“Your grace please”- you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from crying for long.

“It’s ok, just tell me, please”- he didn’t sound mad but the only thing you could do was hope

“I’m William”- you said in such a soft voice you weren’t even sure he had heard you

“Yeah you are. Have breakfast with me so you can explain to me”- he softly said

“I can’t be seen like this, your grace.”

“You can wear my clothes. I have no intention to reveal your secret, please believe me”

You were dumbfounded so you simply nod, not even in your wildest dreams you would have thought Charles would decide to keep your secret.

“So why don’t you explain to me how you ended up to be a man”- Charles asked while you were eating

“It’s a long story”- you decided to speak in your natural voice, instead of forcing it to let it sound more masculine.

“I’m all ears”- Charles smiled

“My mother died when I was still a child so my father was left alone to take care of me. Even if he had enough estate and didn’t need to be working, he was a doctor. He didn’t want to leave me alone so he started to bring me with him and he taught me everything he knew. I knew since I was a child I wanted to be a doctor, to help people like him. So when he died and I was left alone, with no family beside my maid, I decided to keep doing what he taught me.”

“You couldn’t do it as a woman though”- he fninished for you

“People would think I’m a witch, they could execute me... the will execute me”- you whispered

“I’ll protect you. I promise”- he said while taking your hand in his.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, this man before you own you nothing, but once again was ready to help you.

“Thank you your Grace. I don’t deserve your kindness”

“It’s still Charles when we are alone and you deserve everything my lady”- you were blushing and didn’t know how to answer but his son took you out of the embarrassment by entering the room.

“Are you feeling better?”- Charles asked

“Yes”- he said- “thank you to the pretty lady. Why did she leave?”

Charles laughed a little bit - “I’ll make sure to thank her for you and I’ll see if she can come visit you soon, what do you think?”-he said while looking at you.

Since Charles had found out about you, you had started to spend more and more time together both when you were William and sometime even when you were Y/n. He came to your chambers to spend some time with you, other times you spent the day as Y/n at his house with his son when the King didnt need you.

You were finally happy: you were helping people, Charles finding out had only made easy for you to travel in the country bringing your help to who needed it, and your free time was spent with the man you loved and his wonderful son.

It was at his house that he first kissed you. You had decided to spent a few days with him, your faithful maid had come with you.

You were playing catch with his son when you noticed Charles looking at you.

“Come on old man, come play with us”- you said while Henry laughed

“Old man? Seriously? I thought I was your grace”- he mocked you making you laugh.

He started following you and Henry, making you laugh while you run.

But he caught you, of course he did, he caught by your waist lifting you in the air and once he let you go and you turned around, he kissed you.

It was such a passionate and sweet kiss at the same time, you couldn’t know how he could do it. You could feel his desire for you but you could also feel all his affection. You were so taken by each other you didn’t notice your maid was running towards you.

“Your grace your grace”- she was breathless from the run -“the king is here. He’s looking for your grace”

You stopped breathing, you forgot the reality of the situation every time you were with Charles.

“It’s going to be alright”- he said sensing your panick -“go to your room, enter from the services entrance. And change into William clothes just to be sure.”

You nodded and before leaving he kissed you once again

“Oh sweet thing what did you got yourself into”- said your maid

You two started to be more careful after that, still spending some time together and after a while you were serene once again. You should’ve known it wouldn’t have lasted.

You weren’t unaware of what was happening at court even if you lived in your happy babble with Charles: the king had fell in love with Lady Anne Boleyn and was trying to divorce from Queen Catherine.

You would have never taught that it would have put your life at risk.

You had never talked with sir Thomas Boleyn, he had never payed attention to you; that’s why you suddenly felt unease when he called for you in his chambers.

Your blood run cold when he asked you to poison Bishop Fisher during one of your visit for his gout.

“Sir Boleyn I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’m a doctor, I don’t take lives”- you said trying to stay calm.

He stood up and you could see the hate in his eyes, you were sure you were going to die but sir Thomas More entered the room as soon as sir Boleyn took a step towards you. He didn’t know but he had surely just save your life.

“Since Sir Boleyn doesn’t need my service anymore I should go”- you said and went out of the room as fast as you could.

You didn’t stop for anything knowing that the only thing that could save you was to never be alone.

You slept in Charles’ chambers for days, you both knew it was risky because you had to go in and out as a man but Charles never said you no. He could sense something was wrong, but he respected your decision not to tell him, even if it killed him not being able to help you.

And then the bishops were poisoned, Bishop Fisher survived, but the king had to find out who did it.

You knew you had to leave but once again Charles found you before you could

“Where are you going”- he asked

“I can’t stay here anymore Charles, I’m sorry”- you were crying

“What’s scaring you my love? Please tell me so I can help”

“I know who killed the Bishops”- you whispered

“Who?”

“I can’t tell you Charles, it’s dangerous I would never put your life at risk. I love you”- you had never told him before but, if this was the last time you saw him, he had to know

“I love you too, my love. You can’t leave, please just tell me who did it, tell me how do you know and I’ll protect you”

You were about to answer when the guards arrived escorting you two to the king. You didn’t need explanation, you already knew what was happening

“The cook told me it was the doctor that gave him the poison, he told me that two nights ago he was called in the doctor’s chambers and payed to poison the bishops”- sir Boleyn accused you

“My king that’s not true. I’m a doctor, I heal people I don’t take lives”- you tried to defend yourself

“Are you calling me a liar”- sir Boley said. You wanted to accuse him, but you knew that the king would have never believed you over the father of the woman he loved.

“Of course not, I don’t know why the cook lied but it wasn’t me who gave him the poison”- you tried

“Is it or isn’t true you have numerous poisons among your medication, doctor?”- he asked smirking and your head fell

“Yes I do, but I use them for antidotes not to kill people”- the king’s look was unreadable

“Do you have any proof you weren’t the one giving the poison to the cook”- the King asked

“Your majesty I wasn’t even in my room that night”

“Can you prove it?”- he asked and you could, you knew you could. You were with Charles in his chambers, but you couldn’t bring him down with you.

So you just shook your head

“Bring him to the cell until I decide what to do”- said the king to the guards

“Wait wait”- Charles put himself in front of you

“Don’t”- you whispered to him but a look from him made you understand he had decided already

“The doctor was with me that night in my chambers”- Charles said and suddenly silence had taken the room.

“Charles do you want me to believe you spent your night with a man”- the king laughed

You knew you had no other choice, beside the guards would have found out soon anyway. So you took a step towards the king, took your hat away and untied your hair.

“I’m sorry your majesty, I didn’t mean to lie to you”- you had met your end, you just hoped in a merciful death

“Henry my king, I’m asking you as a friend to believe me. She wasn’t the one who gave the poison to the cook, she was with me all night”- Charles begged the king

“She’s a witch”- screamed Boleyn

“SHE IS NOT! She is a doctor, the same doctor that saved your life my king”- you caressed Charles’ arm hoping he knew how grateful you were to him.

The king eyes followed your gesture and his eyes bored into you. It seemed like ages before the king spoke again

“She is free to go. Willia- what’s your name?”- the king asked

“Y/n Smith, I’m the daughter of the late doctor Thomas Smith, my king”- you bowed to the king.

“Lady Y/n, you’re free to go. But you’re to stop dressing as a man”

“Thank you my king”- you smiled looking at Charles

“I would also like for you to still be my doctor, lady Y/n.”

“Of course, it would be my honor.”

“Whoever has any problem with Doctor Smith, probably duchess of Suffolk soon, can come talk to me”- the king said and you took a breath of relief hoping that was enough to save you from Boleyn.

You could still hear people murmuring, you could feel the heat of Boleyn’s stare, but you were finally happy: you could be yourself once again and in plain sight, the king referred to you as a doctor and you were able to be with the man you loved in public.

“Duchess of Suffolk, it sounds nice, doesn’t it?”- Charles said

“It really does your grace”- you laughed when Charles took you in his arm to take you to his chambers not caring of the people watching

“Try not to tire my doctor too much, Charles.”- King Henry laugh

And you knew you two were going to be happy.

Well... what do you think?

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The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 3)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, please don’t read if you’re a minor. Poorly written smut

You watched Henry on tv, he was dashing as always. Kal, always the loyal pup, was crouching next to his feet. Kal was such a good dog and you couldn’t be happier than he was with his dad. Henry had a lot of interviews planned to promote the second season of the Witcher and sadly you hadn’t been able to go with him, so you felt better knowing he had Kal at least.

Henry and Kal had left the night before and you couldn’t wait for them to come back already. As thoughtful as always, your boyfriend had scheduled all the interviews in two days so that he could be back as soon as possible.

You laughed at the idea of Kal as 007, the bear had a lot of qualities but blending in wasn’t one.

“Do you still have your Superman costume”- the interviewer was asking Henry and you smiled a little bit. You loved that costume, it hugged your man so tight you could see every and each one of his muscle and not only that… your man was endowed, ok? And it showed with that costume

“I do still have the outfit, it’s been so long since I’ve put the suit on, professionally…”- Henry was answering but your mind went at the day before

YESTERDAY MORNING

You were tied up on the bed and you were scared: you weren’t even sure why you had been taken, they wanted you to reveal his identity but you had seen him once you had no idea who he actually was.

You were shivering, they had only left you in your underwear, tied you to the bed and left you alone as soon as it was clear you knew nothing. You could merely move, the only thing you could do was scream. You had been screaming for a while now, your throat was hurting but you couldn’t stop. Could anyone even hear you?

You heard rumors outside the room you were in. What were you supposed to do? Ask for help? But what if it was the kidnappers. And what if you didn’t make yourself known and ended up losing the chance to get rescued? You decided to take a leap of faith and took a deep breath before screaming once again

“HELP! I’M HERE, please help me”- you heard the door opening and suddenly he was there. As soon as your eyes landed on him you felt safe, you knew that as long he was here nothing was going to happen to you.

“It’s ok, you’re safe know”- he softly said and you were so touched by his kindness you almost cried

“Thank you so much”- you just wanted him to know how grateful you were to him, so as soon as he freed one of your hand, you gently touched his cheek- “you just saved my life, can I do something to show you how thankful I am you?”

“You don’t have to madam, it was my pleasure”- he said but his eyes were telling you something else.

“Please, let me say thank you”- you looked from his lips to his eyes -“can I?”- you had barely done talking that his mouth was on yours already.

His kiss was domineering, he devoured your lips as if he was starving

“Such a polite little girl, I’ve always liked good girls”- you were still looking at his lips, the kiss had been too short and all you wanted was his lips back on yours. You were so focused on his mouth you almost didn’t noticed he was tying you up again

“What?”- you were so confused

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you”- he took a step back and took off his suit. If you thought he couldn’t be hotter than with his suit on, you were strongly mistaken. Because he was even better naked, this man was built like a Greek god… wait like a kryptonian god… whatever

“Fuck”

“Do you like what you see baby girl”- He was on you in a second, he tore off your underwear and, if you hadn’t been busy looking at his strong thighs next to yours, you would have seen him eating you up with his eyes

He gathered your wetness with his fingers; you were almost ashamed his mere presence was enough to make you wet but you were so horny you didn’t care.

“Please fuck me”- you wanted to be a good girl and wait for him, but you were burning with desire and you knew he was the only one that could sated you

“Your wish is my command baby”- he lowered himself and entered you in a slow motion. He brushed your breasts with his fingers before squeezing them.

You couldn’t help but moan, it was almost painful and not enough at the same time. You could tell from how he was licking and biting his lips that he wanted to get your breast in his mouth but he decided otherwise because suddenly he was pushing into you

He drove himself harder and harder into you and all you could do was take anything and everything he was willing to give. You whined with pleasure already at your peak and as soon as he gently bit your neck you came

“Henry” you screamed clenching around him and that brought him over the edge too

He didn’t waste even a second and freed both of you wrists from the constriction. He softly massaged your wrists making sure everything was ok and you gently kissed his shoulder. Once again you ended up asking yourself how you had gotten so lucky.

“Are you ok?”- he asked

“I’m perfect baby, thank you.”- you smiled at him -“so what’s my grade?”

“Hmmm”- he looked at you like you had grown a second head

“For my acting skills, what’s my grade? I found myself quite amazing if I got a say”- he laughed at your question. That’s what you mostly liked about you two: you could go from burning passion to uncontrolled laughing in a second

“You were good, even if you broke character at the end”

“What? I did not”- you were outraged

“You screamed my name when you came love”

“Uhhh… ok then, not changing my career I guess”- you smirked

“You liked being restrained?”- he was looking at your wrists

“I think with can use the cuffs we found in the calendar again, if that’s what you were getting at”- you kissed him on the lips before getting up to go in the shower with Henry right behind you.

I’m the only one that thought about role playing as soon as he heard him saying “it’s been long since I’ve put the suit on PROFESSIONALLY” during the interview? 😂😂

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Handsome

Summary: you’re heading home from a Christmas Eve Eve dinner at a nice restaurant.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Popstar!Reader, Chris Evans x Sister!Reader

“Did you have a good time?” Henry asked as he helped her into her jacket.

His little girl nodded her head. She then looked up to you. You took the hint and gave her her nutcracker that she had to bring to the restaurant. Henry smiled as she hugged the wooden thing to her chest.

“Let’s get going,” Henry said.

He stood up and picked up Ariella. He kissed her cheek. You fixed the tulle skirt of her dress that had bunched up.

“Aww, you tired, Bubby?” your brother asked.

She yawned answering her uncle’s question. You rubbed her back.

“It’s been such an exhausting day of looking so cute,” you said.

“And watching the two of you finally get engaged,” Chris said.

“It took him a good twenty minutes to finally ask and let Y/n answer,” Scott added.

“It took him five minutes at most!” you exclaimed turning your fiancé around.

“Too long!” Chris said jokingly.

“I think I’ll make my vows over an hour long,” Henry said following your brother out of the big private room.

“I’ll sing every song I wrote about you for mine,” you said following behind your fiancé.

“Jeez, I’ll be bringing a blanket and a pillow,” Chris said.

Your family all filed out and through the restaurant. You could see heads turning. Got three very very famous people walking past. You all went outside to wait on the valets. They bring out the cars.

“Thanks,” Chris said getting his keys from the 20 year old.

He unlocked the car. You slid in first and Henry gave you the little one. You got her into her car seat. Henry closed the door and went around. He got in and shut the door. You both buckled up. Henry adjusted Ariella’s blanket. She took a hold of his middle finger.

“You’re very cute,” Henry said smiling at her.

“Thanks,” Chris said driving off.

“I don’t think he was talking to you,” Scott said.

Henry reached forward and pinched Chris’s cheek.

“Such a handsome face,” your fiancé teased.

You and Scott busted out laughing. Chris couldn’t help but laugh along with you. Henry retracted his hand and gave it back to the little one. She grabbed his pinky in her left hand and his middle finger in her right hand. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“Your daddy is silly, Princess,” you said.

She smiled. Your hand went over her dad’s. Henry smiled at you.

How I Married Your Mother Pt. 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Fluff, Angst, Woman on top, pregnancy symptoms, creampie, pregnancy test, discussion of keeping the baby, ultrasound.

A/N: I needed a wholesome break from the sin that is The Bar Au 🥵, well as wholesome as smut can be? Anyway, I struggled to make this shorter, but finally gave in to the length. There will just have to be a part three. 🤗Dividers by @firefly-graphics​. I’ve been going through a lot this week, so I hope you enjoy!

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As you rode Chris you felt electric.

Your thighs were sore from tensing up, because every time you moved your hips, the drag of his long, thick cock your walls sparked fire.

You panted and looked down on him as he looked at where you two were connected. Those fucking eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheeks and his mouth was open, gasping for breath at how good you were fucking himself on him.

You put your hand on one of his pecs, tracing your thumb against his nipple. Chris’s mouth opened wider.

“Fuck Angel. Didn’t know that you missed me that much…shit! Fucking yourself so good on this cock.. Pussy so wet. And sooo fucking tight.”

One of Chris’ hands reached for your clit, and the other hand grasped your breast.

“Fuck, Chris! Your dick feels sooo damn good inside me.”

Your thighs trembled as you moved faster, the stimulation from Chris’ hands spurring you on. He brushed your nipple with his thumb. It was so sensitive that you moaned loudly, so he did it again, causing you to clench and grind down on his cock.

“So fucking responsive for me. Shit!”

Chris moved the hand that working your clit and slapped your ass.

“Ride me cowgirl!”

He continued rubbing your nipple and sat up to lick it. The. He breathed up into your face as his eyes held yours. His deep voice caused you to shiver.

“You’re about to milk my cock for all that it’s worth.”

And he leaned down and softly suckled your breast. That and those blue eyes entrancing you made you throw your head back as you came violently round him.

Chris tilted you back onto the bed and ponded you until he reached his end, spurting cum into your clenching hot cunt. You could swear that you felt every pulse and shot against your walls and cervix.

“Holy fuck, that was hot!” He kissed your sweaty forehead. “God I missed you.”

“Missed you too.” You started giggling.

“But ride me cowgirl? How are you so sexy but such a dork?”

You smiled into Chris’s eyes as he lay stroking your side, chuckling with happiness.

“What can I say? it's my superpower.”

You smirked at him.

“What did you put on our dick?”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It feels like an electric baton. Like it’s in 3-D or something”

Chris leaned up on his elbow.

“Can I have some of what you’re smoking? Because my dick has always been 3-D? Maybe it’s all the lotion I’ve used jacking off to pictures of you for the last two weeks.”

You giggled again.

“You mean you’re real? Chris Evans just let me ride him into the sunset?”

Chris smiled, glad that you two could laugh about it. His fame had been the only source of tension in your relationship.

“Yeah. Because he loves you so much.”

He leaned down and kissed you on the nose, then rubbed your nipples.

“It is really hot how you reacted every time I touched you. What’s up with that?”

You shrugged.

“I don't know. I’m just extra sensitive. Maybe it’s reunification hormones?”

Chris laughed.

“Or maybe it’s just going to be that time of the month. Can’t that affect sensation? Your tits are extra big. Me likey.”

Chris leaned down and started running his lips across your nipples. You lay back and smiled as you enjoyed the sensation, you hand in his hair and scratching his scalp as he made you feel good.

Then your eyes popped open. You sat straight up and pushed Chris off you.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked at Chris and your mouth fell open.

“Fuck!”

You gasped and grabbed your phone.

“Haven’t had a time of the month since couple of weeks before Vegas.”

You checked your cycle tracker.

“Holy Shit!”

This explained a lot.

Chris was still clueless.

“But that was two months…” He caught on. …”ago…”

“Yeah…”

You started freaking out and going to your closet to grab some sweats, Chris’ in fact, your new favorites.

“What are you doing?”

You were irritated now.

“Going to the drug store, Christopher.”

“You can’t go in this state. Let me.”

“The paps are stalking you. They followed us here. You certainly can’t be seen buying a pregnancy test…what if I’m not pregnant? I love you, but I’m not going through all that for nothing.”

Chris knew you were right.

“Then what do we do?”

You grabbed your phone and pressed a contact. It was two am, but you knew she'd pick up the phone.

An hour later, Kit was knocking on your door with a bag of assorted pregnancy tests.

“Whaddup, Dude Bro. Not firing blanks I see!” She put her hand up for a high five from Chris.

“You gonna leave me hanging? I see how it is.”

You took the bag from her, not amused.

“Not funny Kit. Let’s hope he is firing blanks.”

“Hey!”

Chris protested as you gave Kit a quick hug.

“Thank you girl.”

You grabbed the bag and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You heard Kit and Chris trying the knob and knocking on the door.

“Open up bitch.”

“C’mon, Angel, let me in.”

“Just let me have 10 minutes please!”

They heard the panic in your voice and decided to stop pressing you.

Chris and Kit went to the kitchen to give you some space.

Kit walked around the kitchen island eyeing Chris.

“So. If my girl is pregnant, are you gonna man up?”

Chris retorted quickly.

“Have you forgotten the last two weeks? You know how I feel about her.”

“Yeah, yeah, but you’re also an actor.”

Kit squared up, as tall as Chris was as he sat on the stool.

“You fuck my girl over, you’re a dead man. Just know that if you run from your responsibilities, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.”

Kit and Chris stared each other down for about 30 seconds until Kit lost interest and opened your fridge.

“A bitch is hungry, what y’all got to eat in here.”

Chris hadn’t thought of running, but now he didn’t know whether to get a head start or laugh.

Kit was kinda crazy.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom you were looking in the mirror and trying to regulate your breathing. It took you a couple of minutes, but you finally opened all the tests and lined them up.

Kit had bought five different kinds.

“Nothing to it, but to do it,” you said to yourself as you started the process.

15 minutes and five tests later, you walked out of the bathroom. Your face said it all

“Ohhhhh, SHIT!”

“Kit…” your voice barely registered. You were in shock. You looked over to Chris who was sitting on the stool with a blank stare.

“I’M FIXING TO BE AN AUNTIE!!!”

“Kit!”

Your voice was louder now as the panic set in.

“OooooooOOOO! I hope it’s a little ol’ girl!”

“KIT SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Both Kit and Chris were staring at you. Kit looked from you to him and cleared her throat.

“Well, you two might like some privacy right about now. Iiiii’mmmm gonna go get something to eat. From The Diner. Watcha want?”

She was greeted with silence as you and Chris continued to look at each other, trying to read the other’s expression.

“Alrighty then. I’ll get the usual. Be back.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, Chris got up and as he neared, you backed away.

You went to sit on the couch and he followed. Your head was in your hands as you felt the couch dip beside you.

“Shit.”

Your heart dropped. You peeked between your fingers to look at him.

Chris was grinning.

“Ohhh shit!” He started laughing.

“What the hell are you laughing at???”

“This is perfect!”

You stood up, horrified.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind!”

Chris stood up and put his hands on your arms.

“I know this is a little unexpected. But it’s not like we didn’t want it, right? I mean, we’ve been going at it raw since day one…”

“I didn’t… I… I’m not trying to trap you Chris…”

You shook your head and pulled away.

“I didn’t say that. How could you trap me when I’m a grown man? I knew very well what we were doing and this crossed my mind.”

He shrugged.

“I decided that I’d be thrilled if you have my baby.”

You stared at him.

“Did you plan this?”

“No. Just like you, I’m not trying to trap you, but you had to know this could happen.”

You shook your head again.

“I guess I did. Theoretically. But I was so caught up in this new… this.. us..”

You motioned between you two.

“…And work that I just didn’t think…Oh fuck. Work. What am I going to do?”

You started sobbing and Chris moved toward you and tentatively took you in his arms. When you let him, he held you close.

“It’s okay…..” He was silent for a long while. “Whatever you want to do, I’m here.”

You held onto him for dear life. You were so scared.

“This is not like I had this planned.”

Chris held you out from him, and wiped your tears with his thumbs. He kissed your lips. And then he started to kneel.

“What the hell are you doing???”

“Will you marry me?”

“NO!“

Chris was shocked. He got up and sat on the couch with the same expression he wore when he found out you were pregnant.

He looked so lost that you felt bad. You sat down beside him.

“Chris… I can’t marry you.”

Your voice was soft

“Why not?” He looked so much like a little boy.

“Because I.. we just can’t.”

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me.”

You couldn’t do it. You looked down at your hands twisting in your lap.

“You only want to marry me because I’m pregnant. Because it’s the right thing to do.”

“I love you Angel. That’s why I want to marry you.”

“Chris, we’ve known each other for two months…”

He looked at you, and those blue eyes never seemed bluer.

“True, but I knew the moment I saw you.”

“Chris….”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way and I’ll adjust my attitude. I won’t ask you. For a month. But I will ask you every month until the day I die until you say yes.”

You sighed.

“I don’t go with you. Chris Evans marries librarian. So not the move Chris.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that. You make me happy.”

“I haven't told my mom about you.”

“I’ve told mine everything about you.”

You looked at him in astonishment.

“Everything?”

He smiled. “We’re close.”

You just shook your head and tried to talk him out of it.

“Do you want a boring life?”

“I want consistency.”

“Do you want to be tied down with a family?”

“I want the opportunity to be there for my kid.”

“Do you want to be trapped?”

“I want to be given the gift of trying to make you happy every day for the rest of my life.” You looked in his eyes and you knew he meant it.

“Give me a chance to do those things. I love you. I want you. I need you. I want to make this work.”

You put your head in your hands.

“Chris. This is too much. I need… time. to think. I need space. To breathe.”

Chris didn’t want to leave. But if he stayed he knew it would be a fight and wouldn’t get him anywhere.

He gathered his things, and came back into the living room, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Angel. Call me and I’m here.”

You nodded and gave him a hug at the door. This all felt so surreal. You went to your bed and lay down, hoping this was all a dream.

Kit basically broke into your apartment, although she had a key, when you wouldn’t answer her. You had to tell her why you were crying because she was about to go ham and unleash holy hell on Chris on social media.

“Dude Bro is gonna be a daddy. What’s the problem?”

“He asked me to marry him.”

Kit moved her neck.

“...As he should… Dafuq?”

“I’m not down for that Kit.”

“Girl, you are tripping. He is clearly head over heels for you. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Kit stopped and massaged her temples.

“I’m sorry. I said I was gonna stop saying that to people.”

Kit took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Then she spoke to you again in a faux soothing tone.

“How can I help you understand what the fuck is wrong with you?”

You didn’t have an explanation.

“It’s just too much to think about, Kit.”

“Are you going to keep the baby?”

You looked at her. She saw it in your eyes.

“Well then, think about this. When you have that baby, there is no way that you will keep Chris away. And you two can’t keep your hands off each other sooo… you’ll probably make more little dude bros. Why not marry him if nothing else than to save the baby mama drama?”

“Fuck the fact THAT YOU LOVE THAT MAN??? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

Kit got up and went to the kitchen.

“Now eat this damn food. Got to make sure my godchild is fed.”

Kit fed you and stayed with you all night. You fell asleep curled up next to her on the couch.

The next morning, you woke up in your bed and reached for Chris. You panicked and then remembered the night before.

“My god. What have I done?”

You really turned down a marriage proposal from the man you loved.

You reached for your phone and melted when you saw the texts from Chris.

I wanted to call you and come back over so many times last night, but you said you wanted space.

Space sucks.

Call me.

Please.

You called him and he picked up immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hey, Angel. Did you sleep well?”

Chris sounded tired.

“Slept okay. How about you?”

He sighed. “Not a lot.”

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“You gotta eat.”

“Okay. You wanna go somewhere?”

“I… might be in your lobby. With food.”

You chuckled. “Well, come on up.”

You went to the bathroom and tried to fix your self. You looked terrible.

“You look gorgeous.”

Was the first thing Chris said when you opened the door. You smiled and stepped back to let him in.

“I look like shit. I need a shower…”

Chris went to the kitchen to put the food down.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled at him. “How did you get in the lobby?”

“Doorman took pity on me when he saw the paparazzi.”

“Ah. Listen, Chris…”

“No, Angel. You listen.”

The authoritativeness in Chris’s voice gave you pause.

“I presented it all wrong last night. You can’t push me away. Like it said, I’m here. Believe it or not, I was already planning to propose. And I’m not going to alter those plans, so think about your answer.”

He moved to take you in his arms and you let him.

“Because pregnant or not, librarian or not, whether your mom ever knows about me or not, You’re my forever. And I just want to be yours.”

“Chris, I’ve thought…”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“You missed your chance last night. I’ll ask you again, but you don’t get to control it. I’m coming for you. And you need to get ready.”

You flushed and looked up at him through your lashes.

“Yes… Daddy.”

He chuckled. “Fuck Angel. Did you say something about a shower?”

Two weeks later—

Chris moved to sit down and the nurse quickly moved a chair behind him to catch him.

“Mr. Evans, are you okay?”

Chris looked at the doctor. “Who? What?”

“Oh. My. God, Chris! Look at them!”

Your voice broke as you said it.

Chris looked up at the screen and then remembered that you were on the table with an ultrasound wand up your hooo hah.

He moved to hold your hand again and looked into your tear filled eyes.

“Yes, Ms. YLN and Mr. Evans. There they are. Your twins. Baby A and Baby B.”