The One With The Advent Calendar (Day 3)

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? 😂😂

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

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Masterlist

*during bucky's trial about his crimes against america*

Witness: he has killed people! He is the winter soilder for christ sake!!

*a pissed off y/n stands up and walk over to the tv displaying pictures of evidence, and plugs in her laptop*

The judge: ma'am, You can't do that! Sit back down!

Sam to bucky: oh no. Is she goint to-

Y/N: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I NOW PRESENT TO YOU, THE FEARSOME WINTER SOILDER!

*the screen displays a picture of bucky with a dopey smile and spaghetti sauce all over his face*

The judge: HOLD ON, WAIT-

*Y/N clicks a button and the screen shows a picture of bucky with war paint on his face, holding sam's cat like a machine gun*

The judge: MISS Y/L/N PLEASE SIT DOW-

Y/n: I'm not finished yet!

*Y/N clicks another button and a phone video plays of bucky looking down the barrel of a nerf gun*

Video bucky: sam, I think the toy is broken. The foam bullet won't come out-

*in the video, bucky presses the trigger and the bullet comes flying out and hits him in the eye*

Video bucky: AW FUCK! *rubs his eye frantically*

Video sam: *laughing hysterically*

*the video cuts off and the court room is dead silent*

Y/n: The winter soilder everyone! *she sits back down*

And that's how bucky barnes got his pardon from the government.

The Future Mrs. Barnes Masterlist

During a fight with a HYDRA agent, you and Bucky Barnes are transported to a world where time doesn’t seem to be working properly.

When Bucky returns to the real world, he has to figure out how to rebuild his life after losing everything again.

The Future Mrs. Barnes | The Former Mrs. Barnes | A Long List of Regrets | Mrs. Barnes

Beauty Treatment

Beauty Treatment:  A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Avengers as Parents Drabbles Thor | Clint | Natasha | Bucky | Sam | Bruce | Tony | Rhodey | Scott | Wanda | T’Challa | Steve

Buy me a ☕

Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1009

Warnings: Parenting Fluff

Synopsis:  When your children decide to decorate Bucky in his sleep, he lets the spa treatment continue once he wakes up.

Beauty Treatment

Bucky snoozes on the couch while you’re in the shower getting ready to go to work.  All around him chaos runs wild.  Ajax, his PTSD service dog sits watching, wagging tail as the twins decide that a sleeping daddy is a good daddy to decorate.

The two toddlers Stevie and Becca have been on a mission.  It had started when Becca was playing with a toy pony and it attached itself to Bucky’s arm via the magnet in its hoof.  That had then led to some experimentation.  Other toys didn’t stick.  The magnets from the fridge did though.  But not to both arms.  Stickers stuck everywhere.  He was now covered in them from head to toe.  They were in his hair, over his chest.  On his cheeks.  Down his legs.  Everywhere.

Continua a leggere

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?

I’m sorry for any mistakes guys, but as you probably know by now English is not my first language.

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I’m working on Day 3 of the advent calendar, hopefully I’ll be able to post it today.

In the mean time, enjoy a beautiful Henry Cavill smiling.

(For once the Gif is mine)