The One With The Advent Calendar (Day 4)

The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 4)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, please don’t read if you are a minor

You looked at your phone still taken back by the conversation you just had had with Henry. It wasn’t like he had been rude or angry but you could hear in his voice that there was something wrong. Your boyfriend always tried to do everything in his power not to make you worry, forgetting sometimes that a relationship was a two ways street: when you needed him he was always there, not questions asked, but he didn’t always expect the same from you. You knew it wasn’t really about you: Henry was a big tough man that sometimes needed to be reminded that it was ok to lean on you. You knew he knew that in theory, he just needed a little nudge.

You looked at the clock, Henry was going to be here soon: he had been gone for a couple of days doing interviews and he was coming back home. You didn’t know what had happened, you didn’t even know if something actually had happened or if he just was tired after the long days of interviews. You knew it could be tough sometimes, in particular when there were interviewers that were rude and invasive. Henry had chosen a line of work where sadly there was little to none privacy, but this didn’t mean people had the right to cross the line of mutual respect.

You had had your first suspicion something was wrong as soon as Henry had called before boarding to tell you there was no need for you to go get them when they landed. But you had decided not to tell anything then, firstly because you could be wrong (even if it was unlikely, you knew your man very well), secondly because you didn’t think talking to Henry about it on the phone was the right move.

So you waited and when you got the message “Landed” from Henry you knew you were one hundred percent right. He always called when he landed, always… so the text was a dead giveaway.

You took your time to figure out how to approach the situation, you knew bluntly asking him if something was wrong wasn’t the right move so what could you do?

You looked at the bedside table and something caught your attention: you had opened the advent calendar on FaceTime with Henry this morning and funnily enough what you had found was something that could actually be useful in this case.

You changed in your night gown, you lighted your favorite scented candle and waited. You didn’t have to wait long, not even ten minutes later you heard the house door opening.

You went to the entrance to welcome your boys; Kal barely came to say hello to you, it was clear the pup was probably as concerned for his dad as you were.

Henry was busy taking his coat off so you lightly put Kal on the head

“Don’t you worry, I got him”- you murmured to the pup while kissing him on his fluffy head.

You left Kal to give your attention to your boyfriend

“Hey baby”- you gently kissed Henry on the lips

“Hi love”- he was hugging you but you weren’t sure he was wholly with you at the moment. He didn’t even comment your outfit and that said it all about his state of mind.

“Why don’t you go grab a shower and I’m gonna wait for you in our bedroom? Don’t worry I’m gonna make sure to give Kal his dinner before coming upstairs”

Henry nodded and went to the bathroom; you attended to Kal needs before venturing upstairs yourself.

Finished his shower, Henry went to the bedroom and looked around the room: he noticed the candle, the dimmed lights and the soft music. He looked at you: you looked like an angel in you white gown

“I’m sorry love I’m not in the mood”- he grimaced. He hated to disappoint you but he really couldn’t right now. He had expected to find a slightly disappointed look on your face: you always respected each other choices and needs but sometimes it could be hard when you hadn’t seen each other for days. But you were smiling at him, like he was the cutest clueless man on the planet.

You softly caressed his cheek and kissed him on the lips

“Trust me”- you whispered and how could he not

You made him dispose of the towel he was wearing after his shower, and lie down on the bed on his stomach.

He heard you getting on the bed and then he felt you sitting on his butt. He was about to ask you what you were doing when he heard you saying

“I’m here”- You kissed him behind his ear and he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at you with the corner of his eyes and saw you opening the bottle of oil you had found that morning on the advent calendar. Henry smiled at you when he saw you looking at him: you were his angel.

“Relax ok?”- you said before pouring some of the oil in your hands and some on his back and starting the massage.

The pressure of your little hands on his back made Henry moan a little: you weren’t a masseuse, so maybe your massage wasn’t a professional one but he could feel all your love for him.

He didn’t know how long you spent massaging his back but he could feel all the stress of the previous days slowly leaving his body.

“Turn around”- you asked him before moving from his butt so he could turn. Henry hadn’t even noticed he had gotten hard during your massage, but didn’t pay any mind to it.

You started massaging his pecs as soon as he turned, and when he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment you gently kissed him on the lid.

Henry looked at you hoping to convey all his love for you with his eye, he really couldn’t talk right now. You smiled at him and without saying anything you sit back on his lap.

You took his stiff member and gently sit on it; you momentarily closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of Henry inside you. The stretch and the fullness you always felt when he entered you

“Love”- Henry started saying but you stopped him

“Shhh, it’s not about that”- you laid yourself on Henry, carefully so to make sure to keep him inside you -“I just wanna be closed to you”- you kissed his jaw and soon his arms enveloped you. He slightly tightened his hold, almost as to make sure you couldn’t leave… as if you would ever leave the safety of his arms

You didn’t ask him what happened or if he wanted to talk to you, you just whispered “I’m here” to him and enjoyed the closeness with the man you loved

There isn’t really smut here, because sometimes it’s just about comfort. I know it’s not well written, I just hope to convey the feeling that’s behind it.

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

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pairing: king!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,346

summary: You’re nothing more than a servant who happens to warm the bed of the king.  At least, that’s what you thought you were.

warnings: Some swearing, little bit of violence

a/n:  This was written for @cametobuyplums‘s 2000 Plums Writing Challenge!  Congratulations!  My prompt was “Pour moi, c’est toi la plus belle : to me, you are the prettiest.”  Also, shout out to my betas that basically agreed to read this because we’re in a group chat and I’m a brainless noodle that needs all the help I can get: @wastedavenger @curvybihufflepuff @siren-kitten-his @starwarsgazer Let me know what y’all think!

You were angry.

No, angry was too simple a word.  You were vexed, aggrieved, irate.  And you had every god damn right to be.

Well, kind of.

“What has you all riled up?” Wanda asked as she sidled up next to you.  You were two peas in a pod with your matching servant’s dresses.  They were slightly nicer than your usual uniforms, trading plain brown wool for dark blue muslin.

“Nothing,” you said with a huff as your eyes landed on the King, who was currently twirling Princess Natalia around the ballroom.

But your best friend was as observant as ever, her eyes following your gaze.  “She’s beautiful.”

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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?

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

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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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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.

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