#25 days of cavill challenge

[wendimydarling]

The Magic of Christmas

Title: The Magic of Christmas

Summary: Henry and the Reader go Christmas shopping.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x First Person Reader

Word Count: 722

Warnings: You’ll die of soft nostalgia and Christmas magic. 😍

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is my other fic for @toomanystoriessolittletime​‘s Christmas Writing Challenge! The original prompt was “Shopping, hot chocolate, kisses in the snow”. The song is Snowed In, by Conor Matthews (which I will share in today’s song post for my 25 Days of Christmas Event). I am absolutely in love with everything about this little ficlet, so I hope you will be too!

There’s nothing quite like Christmas. 

Every year, a mysterious filter hangs thick in the air, casting a sparkling hue on everything in sight. The feeling begins the moment November arrives but, if you’re anything like me, you want to give Thanksgiving it’s dues, which makes it excruciatingly difficult to wait for Christmas until afterward.

But finally, finally that magical time of year arrives. Nostalgia plays from every radio station, twinkling lights and evergreen forests turn the faces of dull-looking storefronts into cheery windows of hope and joy, and a chill sets in that turns noses pink, yet no one seems to mind. The atmosphere feels softer, strangers are kinder, and it’s as if the whole world is privy to some form of inside joke that leaves us with a shared sense of warmth.

A blanket of white covered the trees and bushes as we made our way carefully over the wet cobblestones, our arms loaded with bags of stocking stuffers, candy, and gifts to place under the tree. One particularly beautiful reindeer family made of glass was—thanks to Henry—nestled securely in brown paper, embarking upon their journey to a new home on my mantle. Henry’s arm was linked in mine, a sturdy and intimate support to cautiously assist me around or over slippery patches of ice as we continued on our merry way. 

Every now and then I would look up at Henry and he would look back, drifting snowflakes alighting in his curls and kissing my lashes in my attempt to memorize this moment. He had the biggest grin on his face, boyish charm aligning his features into the epitome of perfection. Ever the furnace, Henry’s green wool sweater and worn leather jacket were enough to regulate his temperature while I, on the other hand, was bundled in the warmest peacoat I owned, complete with fur cowl. 

We passed a group of carolers dressed in festive holiday attire, pausing to listen as they began a new song. 

There’s powder on the roof There’s tinsel on the trees City shining like Manhattan Storefront sleigh bells ring Everything is right For at least a couple weeks Sidewalk careless families laughin’ Now there’s just one thing

The gentle melody was so pretty, I couldn’t help but sigh and lean my head against Henry’s shoulder. He surprised me by taking our bags and setting them down on a nearby park bench, bowing slightly to me when he turned and offered his hand. I suppressed a giggle, shaking my head gently and accepting his request; he spun me once before catching me by the small of my back and I smiled brightly as we began to sway.

Can we slow it down This season can get so busy I’m grateful for the ones I love But if there’s one thing that I’m wishin’

I couldn’t help but romanticize how picturesque we must look to those watching. A full head taller than me, his dark coat against my pink and cream reminded me of the old black and white movies I grew up on where the heroine would be pressed up tight into the hero’s chest, desperate for a kiss. It was a pretty thought and I found myself subtly casting glances around us to see if someone was recording. 

Henry’s hand guided my face back to his, catching my eyes with a simple look that told me it was just us, no one else could possibly interrupt this moment, and we didn’t need a picture to remember it. He leaned down and surrounded my mouth with his, the gentle taste of peppermint and chocolate still on his lips.

I just wanna be snowed in with you This Christmas, this Christmas Sittin’ by the fire just me and you This Christmas, this Christmas If I got you here with me, then let it snow We’ve got nowhere to go I just wanna be snowed in with you This Christmas, this Christmas.

This, my friends. This right here: shopping for presents, dancing in the snow under the twinkle of lights with Henry, our breath steaming the air, our bellies full of chocolate and our hearts full of love; the anticipation of surprises, the excitement of seeing our families, and the promise of at least one day where the world isn’t falling apart.

This is the magic of Christmas.

[thetaoofzoe]

FIC: Strawberries In Bed 1/1

Title: Strawberries In Bed 

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Wife Angela (OFC)

Challenge: 25 DAYS OF CAVILL by @emjayewrites

Summary: Napoleon absolutely loves spoiling his family on the Holidays. 

Word Count: 3000

Rating: Extreme Holiday fluff, oral sex (female receiving), some  intimate hand about the neck (female receiving), Napoleon is a boss and Angela loves it. Mature.

‘Bishop to knight 4,’ said Illya.

He looked up at his laptop camera, and smirked with satisfaction. The move was absolute perfection. There was no way he could lose now.

Sighing, Napoleon took a moment to recognise the move. Then, feeling resigned to losing yet again, he nudged Illya’s corresponding piece to the requested place on his own chess board. He studied how terribly boxed in he was and scowled. Illya was a genius chess player and Napoleon had learned a lot from him when they played on long, quiet missions. Unfortunately, their long quiet missions were long behind them, at least for a while and they had to resort to playing their games by correspondence.

How Illya could be more insufferable when they played their games through Skype, Napoleon just couldn’t understand.

If Illya was doing well, he would call for Gaby to come congratulate him and force Napoleon to watch her spindly-legged uncoordinated ‘Illya is beating Napoleon at chess. AGAIN!’ dance in the background.

‘Doesn’t look like you’re doing too well, Cowboy,’ Illya gloated and moved in close to the camera as if trying to peer through the screen and down at Napoleon’s board. ‘Make sure you move it to right square this time. Put camera down. I want to see.’

Rolling his eyes, Napoleon tilted his own laptop screen down and he could hear Illya laughing.

‘Good, Cowboy. Now, how to get out of this?’

Napoleon righted the laptop again and glowered at his friend’s very punchable face.

‘I’ll get out of it,’ he swore. ‘I just need a moment.’

Napoleon knew he wasn’t going to get out of it, but he wanted to make Illya believe that he had a trick up his sleeve. However, Illya didn’t buy it for a second.

‘Gaby!’ Illya called, turning to look over his shoulder and into the room behind him. ‘Napoleon will not get out of this. Get your dance ready.’

Not wanting to see the dreadful dance, yet again, Naopleon held up one finger, telling Illya to just wait one minute, when a piercing scream broke him out of his muse.

The smoke alarm!

Napoleon looked into Illya’s startled face. The noise must have have been loud enough to come across the computer’s microphone.

‘Convenient!’ Illya said. ‘When check is about to happen!’

‘Later!’ Napoleon snapped and shut the laptop.

There were more pressing matters to attend to now.

Napoleon opened the door of his den and stepped out to the smell of smoke in the air. Sniffing, trying to discern if it was house material burning or if it was food burning, he hurried down the hallway from the den, and into the broad tastefully decorated L-shaped living room. He glanced at the holiday pennants strung above the gas fire burning in the hearth and at the gaily decorated Christmas tree next to it. No fire there.

Turning the corner that led to the adjoining kitchen, he stopped short. From his vantage point he could see into the newly remodelled kitchen where his beautiful and capable wife stood looking helplessly at a spot on the floor beyond the long white marble topped island.

‘Angie, baby!’ Napoleon shouted above the roar of the exhaust fan and the bleating alarm. ‘What are you doing?’

The kitchen was a disaster and Angela gestured helplessly around her as if she couldn’t decide what fire needed to be put out first.

He extinguished the alarm, pulled open the sliding patio doors to let out the lingering smoke, and then went to attend to his wife.

Holding a bag of frozen peas against her palm, Angie stood over an overturned pan of burned sugar cookies on the floor.

‘I thought… I wasn’t expecting it to be so hot through the towel,’ she lamented and drew away the peas to examine the damage the edge of the cookie tin had done to her skin. ‘And then everything just went…’

She made another gesture around and Napoleon couldn’t fight down the sudden surge of adoration for her.

Tsking, Napoleon crouched to sweep the cookies onto the tray, which he then put on the counter.

‘Aw,’ he cooed, and she looked sharply at him, upon hearing the amusement in his voice.

‘It’s not funny,’ she warned him. ‘You’d better not laugh.’

Napoleon made a zipping and locking motion across his mouth, but didn’t suppress the smile that threatening to turn his night into a stint on the couch. He reached drew her close.

‘My poor baby.’

He cradled her hands between his and saw a glassy, angry red streak across her left palm. It didn’t look too bad, so he walked her to the sink and turned on the tap.

‘You’re still making fun of me,’ she groused, leaning her head against him as he held her hand beneath the cool flow.

‘Nonsense,’ he answered fondly and kissed her forehead.

Angie sighed and smiled as the throbbing pain in her hand finally subsided. She liked when Napoleon took control, whether it was of the situation or if it was of her directly. It made her feel loved and looked after. He was very good at taking control. And maybe, though she would not admit it to anyone but herself, it fostered a certain kind of helplessness in her, in order to facilitate Napoleon’s white knight tendencies.

Lifting her face, she nudged his cheek with the tip of her nose and she could see him smile. But, he stubbornly kept his attention on holding her hand beneath the water. She hummed softly and nudged him again.

‘Stop,’ he said firmly. ‘I’m concentrating.’

He wasn’t really concentrating. It was just one of the games they liked to play. Warm up the tiger before he pounces.

Angie reached into the water with her free hand and gathered her fingers into a line along the edge of her curled in thumb, threatening to flick the water from her dripping fingers and onto Napoleon.

That got his attention and with interest, one dark elegant brow flicked upwards.

‘This shirt costs nine hundred euros,’ he warned with a laugh. ‘Dry clean only.’

‘Then give me what I want,’ she replied easily, a teasing smile turning up the corners of her lush mouth.

Napoleon closed the taps and grabbing a tea towel, he gently and thoroughly dried her hands before leaning in to kiss her sweet lips. He backed her up against the edge of the counter and leaned his weight into her. Angie reached to slide her arms round his neck and made a small noise of protest when he grabbed her wrists and pressed her hands down on the countertop.

Trapped, she thought, and the warmth of pleasure suffused her skin.

Napoleon was an absolutely beautiful, high quality man. They’d met five years ago during a masked New Years Eve party and had kissed each other at the stroke of midnight before they had even exchanged names and they had been inseparable ever since.

But, they couldn’t make out like newlyweds in the kitchen when there was a holiday dinner party to prepare for.

She drew away just a little to catch his attention, to remind him that he had still had husbandly tasks to complete before the evening get-together, but he chased her, increasing the pressure of his kiss and slipping the tip of his tongue into her mouth. The heat and familiarity of that possession redirected her intentions and Angela’s thoughts scattered like rose petals on a soft spring wind.

Napoleon circled her waist and leaned back. It took a moment to register that he has moved at all and with a disappointed mewl, she opened her eyes. She looked up into his face, that face that promised that he would never hurt her, but that he would do everything he could to treat her like the queen she was.

The queen to his king.

‘C’mon baby. Up you go,’ he murmured lustily, crouching just a little to hoist her up onto the counter.

Angela reached for him, needy and wanting and slid her hands through his neat hair. Her fingers tightened and gripped him so that he had no choice but to look up at her. When their eyes met again, a silent agreement passed between them.

‘Be a good boy,’ she hissed and wetting his lips, he grinned.

‘Always, darling.’

Napoleon curled his fingers beneath the waist band of her velour tracksuit bottoms and as she lifted herself, he slowly worked then down along her strong, creamy thighs. Her hand tightened in his hair again when he leaned in to kiss her velvety inner thigh. He hummed quietly, relishing the sweetness of her skin, the silkiness of her, and the pulse of her heat that rapidly eroded his self control. He nudged her until she collapsed back on her elbows, and opened herself to his touch. Angela shifted and wriggled just enough, spreading her legs as far as the bottoms would allow. The thick elastic bit into her thighs but it was a punishment that she’d willingly withstand in order to quench the suffering craving she had for her man. She moaned quietly, carefully, still aware of the slow delicate breath that lingered in her chest. She was still aware of how she looked to him, alluring and picture perfect, teetering on the precipice of her awakening desire. She was so close to tipping over the edge.

And Angela kept the sound of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips, a wicked reaction to the slow deliberate stroke of Napoleon’s slippery, questing tongue along her slit.

She arched up high on her elbows and the trembling desire to be dominated by him drew the worst out of her, the part of her that would willingly degrade herself for him. Only him.

Napoleon dragged her to the edge of the counter and slid his hand up her belly, between her breasts to where he eased his fingers about her throat. Angela whined with anticipation of delicious pressure and pushed into his grip giving him permission to keep going. Those strong fingers remained cupped possessively but did not exert any additional force. Angela knew she would come apart at being denied, but she trusted him. She knew him. Napoleon was holding back. This was not the beast he could become, just a shadow of it for now, as there would be time enough for that later.

Napoleon knew exactly what he was doing and how to stoke the fire in her. He knew how to touch her and taste her and when he gently thrust one finger into her Angela cried out and swore indelicately.

The rumbling sensations of Naopleon’s smug laugh against her skin thrilled her and she clutched helplessly at his dark hair.

Napoleon turned his attention to her thigh again, that tender flesh, and bit her gently, but with full intention to leave a mark. Angela yelped, gasped and her orgasm took them both by surprise. Napoleon watched his wife shudder as she lost herself and he pushed in again to ensure that he would not miss a thing, not a taste not a drop. He lapped at her, sliding his tongue in deeper, his fingers spreading her wide open until she begged him to stop.

Too much, baby, too much please!

Napoleon did as she bade him and straightened, wiping up her wetness from his mouth and licking clean his fingers. Angela laughed breathlessly, reached for him and he helped her to sit up. She flopped bonelessly against him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She had no words to describe how light and content she felt in that moment, how lucky she felt to have him, so she remained silent and let him kiss her

Napoleon was about to say something but was interrupted by the front door chimes.

‘Probably the caterers,’ she said, finally getting herself in hand and pushing him aside.

With a smile, she hopped off of the counter.

‘I’m not finished with you yet,’ Napoleon promised, pointing a finger at her as he went to the door leaving her to clean up after them.

**

Angela and Napoleon were the consummate hosts and their annual Christmas party pulled friends and family and neighbours from all over for one night of excellent food and even better company.

Angela took pleasure in the perfect presentation of her house and pride that she had the means to accommodate those people who were dear to her. And because of that, the house was crowded, filled with awful Christmas music, sounds of laughter, joyous voices and a deep seated sense of love.

On her way through the kitchen for the fifth time to refill a platter of canapes, a loud voice stopped her.

‘Angie, darling!’ shouted a woman who grabbed her up and into a tight embrace.

A year or so ago, Angela had met Adiche and her husband Kofu on a trip to Florence. Napoleon had to travel to the city on business and ensured that his wife could accompany him and tour the country to her heart’s content. Adiche was an architectural graduate student who shared a 100 kilometre taxi trip from one city to another when the train system broke down, leaving she and Angela stranded in the middle of nowhere. On the journey they became fast friends.

‘Adiche!’ she cried hugging her tightly in return. ‘You… I didn’t see you come in. I’m so glad you could make it. You’re back from Dubai already?’

‘Yes! And Napoleon let us in,’ she assured her and held out the gift she’d brought. ‘I don’t know if you’re opening them now, or if they’re going under the tree.’

Angela smiled happily and took the heavy box.

‘Under the tree for now,’ she said. ‘And we’ll do the gifting in an hour or so.’

‘I’ll let you girls talk,’ interrupted Kofu who was standing at his wife’s shoulder. ‘But, where’s Leon keeping his special…’

With eyebrows raised, Kofu pinched his fingers together and made a drinking motion by his mouth.

‘You, sir,’ Angela laughed, shooing him away, ‘need to talk to Mr. Bad Influence himself. That’s his business.’

Grinning with anticipation, Kofu took the box from Angela and kissing his wife’s cheek he waded off through the crowd to find the good stuff.

‘That’s all he talked about on the way here,’ Adiche confided with a chuckle and pitched her voice deeper to imitate her husband. ‘Man, Leon’s got the best shite! Remember that bottle he sent to me for my birthday? Whooeee, I was sorry to see it go!’

The two women laughed and rubbing her hands together, Adiche returned to her normal voice.

‘I don’t ever want to hear about that magical bottle of booze any more! Now, what I want to know is if you’ve got the good shite.’

‘Come on girl,’ said Angie, taking her by the arm and leading her to the adjacent dining room where most of the women were camped out and having after dinner drinks and dessert. ‘I got you.’

As the evening waned and once everyone had their fill and all gifts were exchanged, Napoleon pulled Angela up with him so that they could both stand by the twinkling tree and make a joint toast to their friends and family. Afterwards, it was all new year wishes and hugs and kisses of farewell and soon after the caterers left, it was just the two of them once more. Finishing the last of her wine, Angela yawned and stretched feeling infinitely exhausted, but deeply content as she warmed herself by the fire. She had long ago kicked off her shoes and the white tiles before the hearth were warm and soothing against her tired soles.

Napoleon shrugged out of his dinner jacket and tossed it onto the back of one of the living room chairs. He walked to where she stood and pulled her into his arms.

‘I love you,’ Napoleon whispered, resting his lips against the back of her neck.

Angela sighed and leaned against him.

‘I love you,’ she answered, turning around to drape her arms over his shoulders.

Angela smiled up at her tired looking husband and stroked her thumbs across his cheeks.

‘Now,’ she murmured, rising up on her toes to kiss his lips. ‘What does Santa want for Christmas?’

Napoleon’s grin turned into a boyish laugh and he slipped his hands down from about her waist to cup her bottom. She felt so good in his arms that he didn’t know if his answer could illustrate the depths of his love and admiration for her.

‘I’ve already got what I want,’ he replied and kissed her again.

‘Then you don’t want what I’ve left for you under the tree?’ she teased and glanced back to the single unwrapped box that sat under the tree.

Napoleon followed her gaze and then looked back at her. He then bent a little and swept her off of her feet. With an amused chuckle, Angela settled easily went in his arms.

‘Later,’ he said, his blue eyes warm with mischief and carried her up to their bedroom. ‘I told you that I wasn’t finished with you. I want to make good on my promise.’

-the end

Merry Christmas and tagging some of my girls. I wish you a wonderful holiday and new year

[onlyhenrys]

Masterlist

Updated: 06-10-2020

Feel free to send me prompts/requests. I write for Henry and his characters 

Click here for my Male Reader Masterlist 

Emotion Challenge: 

Playful  Sad   Anxious   Angry   Exhausted   Happy 

Henry Cavill

Iced Coffee: Masterlist 

Angst prompt 1 + 4 

Angst prompt 5 + 48 

Angst prompt 10 + 22 + 34

Fluff prompt 44 + 77 + 100 

Fluff prompt 3 

Angst prompt 7 - good ending 

Angst prompt 13 

Angst/Fluff prompt 14 

Angst prompt 22 

Angst prompt 23

Angst prompt 25 

Angst prompt 60 

Midnight Thoughts 

Late night snack 

Getting hurt

 Let's play a game 

Happy Birthday 

It’s just a rumor 

Mad Henry

Working with Henry

Marry me?

Pregnant again 

‘‘How is my wife more badass than me?’‘ 

Cold hands 

Kiss me 

Sick Henry 

One more chapter 

‘‘Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep’‘

Farewell Wanderlust 

Insecurities

I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did

Wing(dog) 

Time to shave 

It hurts 

Lonely

Sparks

My Everything

  Clark Kent

Sick Clark Kent

Angst prompt 4 + 5 

‘‘The bed is cold without you’‘ 

The bed is not so cold anymore 

Spilling Secrets (with @promptandpros) 

Starlight 

Regrets

Walter Marshall

What a Plot Twist you were: 1 | 2 | 

Angst prompt 3 + 16 + 32

Fluff prompt 19 + 20

Angst prompt 8 

Angst prompt 96 

Walter Marshall (1) (2) 

“Did you miss me?’’ 

Handcuffs 

‘‘Are we on a date right now?’‘ 

‘‘I hope you like it.’‘ 

head massage 

‘‘Carry me up to bed.’‘ 

‘’When I tell you I love you, I am not saying it out of habit, I am reminding you that you are my life.’’

‘’You don’t have to act like you’re okay’’ 

Charles Brandon

Fluff prompt 12 + 35

Fluff prompt 43 + 47

Against the wall kiss 

‘‘I miss your arms around me...”

The Selection (with Charles Brandon): 1  2  3  4  5  6  

Geralt of Rivia

She-Wolf: Masterlist 

Black Wings

Angst prompt 3 + 9 

‘‘I know I don’t let you see, but you mean the world to me.’‘ 

Hen Minne Neén Marw (Old Love Never Dies)

August Walker

Jungle red: Masterlist  *on hold*

Grumpy starter #12

‘‘They never apologized for making me a monster’‘ 

Let me take care of you 

Cheesecake 

Tough love 

‘‘Tell me you love me.’‘ 

“I’m not like other girls. That’s where you made your first mistake.”

Nightmares

‘‘Daddy loves you’‘

 ‘‘You deserve more.’‘ 

  Napoleon Solo

‘‘I dreamt about you last night.’‘ 

“Every cell in my body is telling me that you are my happily ever after.”

‘‘I could never leave you behind.’‘ 

When A Thief Gets Robbed 

Dancing Queen 

‘‘It’s a fever’‘ 

Captain Syverson 

The Choice: | 1 |  2 | 

‘‘It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.’‘ 

Lost without you 

‘‘I brought you dinner.’‘ 

A Soldier’s Heart 

Ways to say ‘I love you’

Pool Day

[hmmm-duck]

30 Day Henry Cavill Challenge

 1. The first role you saw him in.  2. The role which made you fall for him  3. Your favourite character.  4. Your least favourite character.  5. Your favourite photoshoot.  6. Your favourite interview.  7. A scene of his that made you laugh.  8. A scene of his that made you cry.  9. Your favourite character pics. 10. Your favourite body part(s). 11. A habit of his which you find endearing. 12. Something about him you don’t like. 13. A favourite character quote. 14. A favourite personal quote. 15. A role you would love to see him in. 16. A role you would not want him to do. 17. Your favourite romantic pairing. 18. Your favourite platonic pairing. 19. Your favourite bromance. 20. Something you would say if you met him. 21. A role of his you haven’t seen, but would like to. 22. Your least favourite photo. 23. A confession. 24. A cameo role you would like to see. 25. An audiobook you would like him to record. 26. Your favourite website and/or blog. 27. Your favourite gif(s). 28. Your favourite character outfit. 29. Your favourite personal look. 30. Your favourite picture.

BONUS - What are you gonna watch to celebrate the end of the challenge?

Dear all *waves eagerly*

I have decided to try and make this month a bit special. I’ve made this 30 Day challenge for you to enjoy and have fun with sharing your stories and opinions.

I will be happy if you decide to participate ♥ You don’t have to answer all question, nor do you need to be strict and keep up with the tasks for all consecutive days. 

The only rule is to have a good time ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

[henryobsessed]

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#5

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 4

Summary: Its been a bad night for Jessie, what will the new day bring

Word count: 2000

warnings: fluff??

A/N hello all what a wonderful day filled with Henry content, so here is another chapter to read.

Chapter 3

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf

Chapter 4

The early start to the day left Jessie with a headache not to mention the embarrassment she had experienced in her dream. As she passed out breakfast to her resident's she noticed the wolf nibbling and scratching at his cast. It had only been a week since it was set, but she began to wonder if all his antics had damaged the work she had done. She knelt next to him and asked, "Is your leg hurting wolfy?" A soft yip was his reply. "Well it's no wonder with all the carrying on you have done this week. Let's give it an x-ray and see what damage you've done." She opened the door but was surprised as he stood and walked awkwardly out of the cage. "Really that is not going to help mister" Standing by the table he looked at her, raised an eyebrow and huffed.

"Cheeky sod," she mumbled to herself before bending down to lift him up onto the table. She struggled slightly at the added mass he had gained. "Well, that's a good sign. You're gaining weight, but I might not be able to lift you for much longer." His soft yip of reply had her chuckling. She pulled the x-ray machine over as he lay down on the table pushing his leg out for her. He continued to amaze Jessie, daily he showed more signs of intelligence not normally found in wolves or any animal for that matter.

After the x-rays developed she stood at the lightbox a puzzled look crossing her face, a noise came from the front room, "Hey boss I'm here, are ya decent?"

Wolfy growled and began to move to stand, Jessie moved over to him and placed a hand on his neck, just a small amount of pressure applied as she said, "Remember what we talked about, now lie down." She heard his whimpered protest, but he obliged her lowering his body.

Breathing deeply in relief she called back out, "Come in Joe, wolfy is on the table but he has promised to behave."

A head popped around the corner, eyes big as Joe said gently, "Are you sure he won't rip my head off?"

Wanting to show Joe he was ok she turned to her new friend and said, "are you going to be nice to our friend Joe?" A few seconds of silence dominated the room before he reluctantly yipped his eyes softening at Joe.

"Unbelievable! Jessie, what have you done?" Joe breathed as he gingerly entered the room.

Jessie smiled, her hand continuing to stroke her wolf's fur, "If you think that is amazing come and have a look at his x-rays." She waited till Joe had moved past her before following. "Now tell me Joe how this x-ray could be from a crushed ulna and radius on the right leg just 5 days ago? I can't even see the brake lines." They both stood puzzled until a sound came from behind them, the wolf sounded like he was laughing or choking Jessie could not work out which.

She walked back overcrossing her arms over her chest and glared at him, his eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement at her. "Seriously what are you?" she huffed, he lifted his eyebrow and stared back almost challenging her to make the connection, but still she didn't, no wouldn't it was too much and far too fanciful.

Joe stood off to the side playing with his fingers as he voiced, "You know there have been myths about magical creatures around here, maybe he's one of those."

Blowing out a breath Jessie decided it was now or never so she requested, "Ok, if you're a magical being, maybe even a werewolf, turn into your human form. At least then I will know I am not going crazy." An odd look came over his face at her request, his eyes filled with what looked like sadness before he laid his head down. Her heart was going crazy, it felt like it was going to pump out of her chest at the thought that maybe the wolf was her dream man. But his reaction, and seeming inability to change squashed that fanciful idea.

"Ok Joe, enough of torturing this poor creature, I think we need to remove the cast. I will need your help." She ran her hand over the wolf's neck and side, leaning down she whispered, "It's ok, whatever you are I will look after you. Now I will need to sedate you to remove your cast. The saw can be tricky and I don't want you to flinch, Ok?" This time a look of resignation was in his eyes, even a dullness she had not seen before, it was almost as if he had given up. A soft yip rumbled from his head which was now lying flat on the table. Worried about his sudden lack of alertness, she quickly checked his heart and seeing as it beat strong in his chest she walked over and retrieved the sedative.

Joe and Jessie worked quickly to remove the cast, both still marvelling at the miraculous healing of his leg. After, they laid him back in the cage to recover from his sedative. Joe whistled softly as he watched the big canine sleep, "I don't know Jessie, this is an amazing creature. But be careful, you don't know what is going on and I can see you already trust him, but... just be careful ok?" She knew Joe was looking out for her and understood his concern. Still, there was a deep connection she felt with the beast, and if she was a betting woman, she would stake her life that the wolf would not only not harm her but he would do anything to protect her.

The Friday rush was over, Joe helped clean up and then left for the day. Looking around the empty cages except for wolfy's she made a decision. He had been sitting in the cage watching her most of the afternoon, she was sure he was feeling good, there was nothing to suggest that he needed to stay. "Alright mister, I think you're good enough to go back to the forest. Your leg is healed and you have gained some weight..." Before she could continue he started to shake his head from side to side. Puzzled at his new response she tried again, "Don't you want to go home? I want to go home and there is no reason for you to stay here now." He shook his head again but this time accentuating it with a low growl.

Realising she needed to ask questions in a way he could answer she rephrased her questions, "So you don't want to go home?" he yipped immediately, chuckling she continued, "Well, do you want to come home with me?" This got more than a yip instead he stood on four legs his tail curled up and began to wag from side to side. His nose now pushing at the cage door as if to say, "Yep now let's get going." Laughing out loud Jessie could not believe the playful response if not also slightly demanding from her friend. "Alright wolfy, you can come to stay with me"

Right now, Jessie felt strange happiness. She had collected her bedding and opened the wolf's door, he then happily followed her out of the house and straight to the passenger side of her truck. Not sure how she felt about him riding up front she instead opened the door to the back seat. Looking back to him he huffed at her pointing his nose to the front passenger side door. Trying to hold back the laughter she instead swallowed and replied, "Sorry wolfy but the law does not allow you to be in the front. You don't want me to get in trouble now, do you?" Hiding the smile she inwardly cheered as he shook his head then walked to the open door. He jumped easily into the back stretching his body out and laid down. "See you have more room too, don't worry my house is only 5 mins from here." His only reply was a soft yip of acknowledgement.

Jessie pulled up to her family home, it stood tall and against the outline of the forest. She was glad that there were no neighbours close, it meant that when she opened the door she didn't worry as the wolf leapt out and began sniffing around the front. She watched curiously at his antics that was until she realised what he was doing. Once he reached a certain place, he rubbed his body against the pillars of the veranda then cocked his leg and peed. Content with his process he continued to move around to the next point and repeated until he disappeared around the corner. Jessie mumbled to herself as she collected her blankets from the truck, "Right he would mark his territory here wouldn't he?" Shaking her head she left the front door open expecting him to continue around the property line.

She was partway through finishing cooking her dinner when wolf proudly pranced head and tail held high into the kitchen. He sniffed the air and let out a happy Yip, "Well don't you look proud of yourself, I hope your hungry cause Joe left a leg of meat for you." She figured that Joe had decided the way into the wolf's good graces was through his stomach and by the wide grin and lolling tongue he was probably right. She placed the large leg on the kitchen floor grateful it was tile and easy to clean. He laid down and began ripping pieces of meat off the bone. Whilst he was busy, she went and locked the front door then returned to eat her own meal.

Two contented souls sat on the leather couch, Jessie didn't know how he had managed to wheedle his way up onto the couch but by the time she had watched an episode of The Witcher on Netflix he had his head in her lap his body stretched out the full length of the couch. As annoying as it should have been she felt peaceful as she ran her hand through the fur on his head, and down his back. It was almost a subconscious action. Feeling herself begin to nod off she turned off the tv, looking down at the furry beast who looked like he might be asleep she whispered, "Come on wolfy it's time for bed." She patted his back and slowly stood allowing him time to also get up and jump off the couch.

She set up a nest in the corner of her room, a bundle of blankets for him to sleep on, turning to the best she smiled and instructed, "This is where you will sleep whilst you stay with me ok? I'm going to go brush my teeth." It took her a while, she decided to shower and brush her teeth. On returning to the room she stood, an amused look crossing her face as she eyed the large mass of fur now occupying her side of the bed. "Really? I did not say you could sleep with me." He looked at her a cheeky looking grin appearing on his face, his signature eyebrow lifted as he yipped at her before laying his head back down on her pillow. Not quite sure if she was happy or concerned by his attachment to her, she gave up the fight. She was tired and really wanted to sleep in her own bed. Getting under the covers as some form of protection she curled up and laid her head down. The bed moved as wolfy stood and rearranged himself ending with his back tucked up against her own. Chuckling she shut her eyes and said, "Good night wolfy." The last thing she heard before she fell asleep was his soft yip in response.

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96 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 08:01:14 GMT

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The Duke and The Duchess - Chapter 1

Picture from @henrycavillworld

Summary: Charles Brandon the Duke of Suffolk had survived the sweating sickness and been forgiven by the King but will he survive the arrival of a new beauty “Duchess Leila” to the King's Court.

Word Count: 2721

Warning: Physical Violence,

A/N welcome to the beginning of a new story, Thank you to @sillyrabbit82 for your beta reading. Now let's see where my brain will take on this new Journey.

The Duke and The Duchess

POV Third person

The room fell silent as the herald declared her name – standing tall the severe widow dressed in a stiff black dress with delicate panels of dark violet silk that softened the movement of her skirt, her square line bodice fitting snug against her cleavage. Her neck was adorned with a delicate amethyst and onyx stone arrangement, the only item declaring her wealth. Her hair was pulled into a tight severe bun her ebony hair’s true nature only made evident by the tendrils twisting and turning softly around her face. Her status and authority radiated about her as she moved with grace, and poise, Her eyes never wavered from her destination, the throne room of King Henry VIII.

POV Charles Brandon.

The temptation to waiver on my feet was tremendous, the smell of vinegar still lingered on the air even though the servants had filled the King’s throne room with the scents of sage and rosemary. It had only been mere weeks since the sweating sickness had stolen across the country leaving many dead. As the country recovered so did his majesty’s court. Thankfully I had only had a mild illness and had survived. The only lingering issue I had was to try to increase my strength once again. But it had also not been long since being accepted back into the king’s good graces. Unwilling to embarrass the King by my behaviour, I reached out and steadied myself on the back of the throne as I heard the herald call, “Duchess Leila.” As the doors opened a magnificent creature entered the room. My breath hitched at the sight of the apparition that seemingly floated towards the throne. Bowing graciously before the King her head held at the appropriate angle, her skirts billowing about her lowered form as she waited for the Kings word.

His Majesty sat upon his regal throne, however, even his body language was unusual. His hands shook, not overtly, but as his confidant of many years, I could see the slight tremor in his fingers as he breathed, “Your Grace. It is my honour to welcome you to our court, and may I say I was sorry to hear of the passing of your husband.” Her face lifted at his rough voice. The slight tremor was again indecipherable unless you knew the king well. All these things together had me standing with unease until I looked at the woman before us. Now standing at her true height my brain lost all thought of the King and instead it was now fixated on her face. My stomach twisted and my lower regions swelled as I took in her beauty.

Her voice interrupted my thoughts as her warm rich cadence filled the room. “Thank you, your majesty. It was unfortunate that he passed.” Her voice took me by surprise I had never heard a woman’s voice hold such depth and warmth whilst being so cold in her conversation. Most of the women at court had nattering high voices that were as true as they were silly, apart from my lady, Princess Margaret who also held a familiar cadence and recently also a similar coldness.

The King seemed to fidget again this time pulling at his sleeve’s before speaking, “Lady Anne has spoken highly of you. It pleases us to have you here. As you know the lady herself is recuperating at Hever Castle.” The conversation ended again, stilted, awkward at best from the king's side.

The lady however looked uninterested, her eyes narrowed, and her face morphed from the open warm look to one of annoyance. Taking a breath, she attempted to smile again but I could tell it was forced, “Your Majesty it has been a long journey. May I retire to my chambers to freshen up? Perhaps we can visit later and discuss the matters for which you have requested my attendance at your court.” Shocked at her passive-aggressive manner towards the King I stilled waiting for his outburst to correct the lady however it never came.

Instead, the King swallowed then said in a smaller voice, “Quite right your grace. Follow my steward and he will direct you to your chambers. Please do rest as we will be having a dance in your honour tomorrow night and you will need your energy.” She bowed again nodding in approval then moved with the steward.

This whole situation was weird. For the next two long hours, I managed to stay standing listening along with the King to the different lords and ladies of the land coming to fill His Majesty in on the numbers of dead and how the clean up was going in the different areas of the kingdom. As much as he could I knew Henry was being compassionate, but he also seemed to be distracted. His mind was no longer on his job and if I was a betting man, I would hazard a guess that his mind was on the Duchess. She certainly lingered in my mind, and not just her looks but her demeanour was not the average lady that visited. It held authority and power and right now I wanted, no needed, to know more about her. Plus, if she was a widow, I needed to offer my services to attend to her needs. One of my true talents.

For a short moment, my conscience pricked at my brain, I loved my wife, well as much as I knew how to love. I had been clouded by lust when I asked her to marry me and she was looking for a way to secure her happiness after her husband the King of Portugal had died. (Cough) Well more like she had murdered him the morning after their wedding. Surprisingly, the son was not so upset that his father had died and there ended up being no consequence. No, the true consequence had been on arrival back in England when The King had found out I had married his sister without his permission. We had been banished from court and His Majesty had almost taken my head! Well, Margaret treated banishment as if our heads had been cut off. Nothing had been as nice since, so I returned to what I loved best: bedding the ladies at court whilst returning to my duties as a companion and now Duke.

Duke, now there was a laugh. Why Henry had decided to make me a Duke I will never know. I was good in a war situation but outside of battle I really was only good and bedding women and making him laugh. But that was different now to as much as he had let me return our friendship had taken a beating. I felt an arm, rest on my shoulder before His majesty’s voice cut into my musings, “Charles, you have done well but I think you need to also retire to your chambers and sleep this time. I need you in fine form for the dance.” He laughed, but even that held an odd nervousness to it. Seeing that everyone had truly retired for the day, I nodded, smiled at the King and left to my chambers.

Heading out into the corridors it truly was eerie, even here in the court many people had been lost to sickness. Stripping down to my undershirt and draws and placing them neatly on the side table, I slipped beneath the covers. Before darkness took me images of a stern but beautiful woman filled my vision. Who was she? Why was the King nervous in her presence? And how could I get her into my bed?

The King was happy the next morning, in fact, he was the most relaxed I had seen him since before the great sickness. All-day he had filled up my duties with preparations for the dance, I made sure the musicians had been organised delivering the King's food preferences to the kitchen and oversaw the hall preparations. All the while I had looked for the Duchess. As I walked the gardens, and the halls of the palace she had not come across my path. She was almost like a drug, I had but one taste and I needed more. I finally resigned myself to wait till the dance, surely she would attend as it was in her honour.

Everything was set in place the candles were lit, hovering over the room set in great circular wheels suspended from the roof. On each table was large candelabra’s light tow illuminated the greenery and flowers from the gardens that decorated and accentuated the lush food that had been laid out. The instrument began to warm up playing a lilting tune as the room filled with the Kings courtiers and they came out in droves all looking to fill their lives with some colour after all the sadness. Tonight, I wore a rich burgundy red outfit accentuated only by my white ruffles and simple gold Duke’s adornments. I was ready to woo the lady who had not left my mind all day, the room filled as the music and laughter increased. Colourful skirts flew as the dances began until the trumpets announced the Kings entrance.

He walked arm in arm with the Duchess who he sat at his right side, the opposite side to where I would be seated. They both looked untouchable the King in a white and gold ensemble accentuated by a gold and ruby heavy necklace that sat from shoulder to shoulder. The Duchess had her hair piled atop her head, higher this time with the ringlets cascading down her neck. Her dress was now a velvet black with royal blue panels. This time her neck was adorned with a choker interweaved with blue sapphires, it accentuated how long her neck was making my mouth hunger to taste the sun-kissed skin that was just a hint warmer than the ivory colour on her face. I sighed moving from the wall I had been resting against through the crowd to the King.

I moved uninterested by the skirts that swished near me, all I was focused on was the tall beauty seated next to the King. As I reached the King I bowed low, “Your majesty.”

I saw a smirk pass over the Kings face, “Your Grace. May I introduce you to Duchess Leila? Madam this is the Duke of Suffolk.” I turned towards the Duchess hoping to spark some interest in her eye.

Her uninterested eyes did move to take a sweeping look from head to toe almost making me squirm under her perusal. Her cold and yet warm voice, a contradiction in timbre, filled my ears “Your Grace.”

Gulping down my now increasing nerves, I addressed the Duchess, “Madam, would you care to take a turn with me in the next dance?”

The King seemed to almost lose his mouth full of wine at my boldness, but it was worth it for the spark of amusement I court in the lady’s eye before the wall seemed to shut again. Almost as if she had decided under duress, she sighed and said, “If you are all that is brave enough to ask then you will do.” Once again the king's face smirked at the backhanded comment directed my way. If she had not already had such a hold over my body the indignation of her words would have angered me. Instead, I craved to feel even her gloved touch.

I held out my hand and lead her out to the dance floor. No matter how long we danced she stayed stiff and controlled. However, during one close moment, she looked me in the eye. It was that moment that I was sure she wanted me, the spark and desire pulled at me.

Returning her to her chair we ate, the King and the Duchess talked of his desires for the country and financial needs making me wonder what service she was to the king and how rich she was. I was confused as their demeanour towards each other had changed. He was no longer nervous, and she was still passive-aggressive but it was delivered in a kinder manner.

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103 notes • Posted 2021-05-20 14:32:35 GMT

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 14

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Angst

A/N Yay another one :) thanks @sillyrabbit81 once again for your amazing editing - seriously guys you wouldn't like it without her. And @amberangel112 for reading and saying "more, more, more"

Chapter 14 - Henry

Shouting, and angry voices could be heard piercing through the fog that had surrounded his mind, but one voice, one sound stood out from the rest. It was a desperate cry calling to him. “Please my love, my mate, come back to me.” Come back? Come back to who? He opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. As her hazel iris’s held his gaze, he could see the pain, and fear in them. They pleaded to him, asking him to change. He tried, pushing through the thick ties that held him. For the first time in a long time, he heard the sound of his wolf. It wined and yipped at him, until finally, he heard the words, “Mate.” Still unsure of what was happening and yet because of the urgency in her voice he tried again to change.

He felt her hands in his fur, energy surged through his body, pulling the emotions from her into his own, mixing them together and he felt strong. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and those angry voices. Then a sob came from the beautiful woman before him, her sparkling eyes shimmering with tears before a man’s voice came from the door, “Miss Jessie, I am sorry to intrude with your guest being so sick, but I have to insist. Where is the wolf you have been caring for? We need to check his footprints against the ones found at an animal attack in the forest nearby.”

He watched as the beautiful raven-haired woman sucked in another sob and stood facing the man. “I am sorry Sheriff but Wolfy ran away three days ago. I have not seen him since we went for a walk in the forest.”

Stepping back from the door the man indicated for Jessie to follow him. They stood at the door talking in hushed tones, but his increased hearing could make out each word. “I’m sorry Miss Jessie, I know you were dating Boyd Hatfield, but I have to inform you that he was found early this morning mauled in the forest near here. The corner confirmed our suspicions that it was a wolf or wild dog that did the damage. We don’t know if it was your wolf or another stray that has headed into the area but if he comes back, you must bring him in to test his paw print.” He heard the beautiful woman break down in sobs, she must have loved this, Boyd. “I am truly sorry to have to tell you this horrible news.”

More footsteps and a tall boy stepped was beside her. He pulled her into his arms. “Thank you, sheriff.”

The sheriff look at the boy, then said, “What happened to you, Tom? Your face looks like it took a beating.”

He hesitated for a moment then grimaced, “Dad didn’t like me hanging out with Miss Jessie. You know what he is like about wolf lovers.”

The sheriff nodded, accentuating it with a rough humph. “Well, you tell him if he does it again he will be in for some trouble from me, ok? If you want you can make a statement now and I can book him for physical assault.”

More hesitation then, “Thank you, but I’ll give him another chance. Maybe he will come around.”

Silence then more footsteps. “Right. Well, we will be off. Again Miss Jessie, if he comes back, bring him down, ok? And I hope your friend feels better soon.”

Everyone stood still until Henry heard the front door shut. Then multiple slow deliberate steps could be heard until he looked back up and saw four people looking at him. The beautiful one, the tall skinny brown-haired boy, then two others who were holding each other. Whoever they were, awe seemed to be etched on their faces apart from the beauty who seemed to be holding herself up.

She stepped forward, then kneeled by his head, her hand automatically going to his curly locks. The action felt familiar to Henry like he was home, but he didn’t recognise the woman or the others. Anxiety started to creep into his chest as he realised, she knew him, her actions were that of an intimate partner. On one hand, he wanted to pull away, but then it felt so good, he almost wanted to pull her into his arms, to smell her hair and… Henry pulled back causing Jessie to startle, his voice rough from unuse stuttered out, “Um… mm… I… I’m sorry miss that felt really nice, but I don’t… I umm, I’m not sure who…”

Realisation filled her eyes, and then pain. “It’s ok. Do you remember your name?”

Yes, he remembered his name. “It’s Henry.”

She smiled at that, then she asked, “And do you know what year it is?”

He frowned at that. What year? The last thing he remembered was his family was travelling, they were looking for his mate. Mate! She was his mate, but then where was his family? “Umm, I’m not sure where are my family? We were travelling together, they shouldn’t be far away.”

Concern filled her face, what was wrong, something was very wrong, and it made his anxiety build higher. She seemed to adjust her features, a soft smile pulling at her lips. “It’s ok sweetheart, you need to rest right now, we can talk about that later, ok?” Her hand returned to his curls, the peace, and calm returned to his chest. Maybe she was right. Once he slept, they would be there.

He closed his eyes almost falling asleep until her hand lifted. Without thinking he grabbed her hand, whispering roughly, “Please stay.”

She sighed then stood, talking to the others, just outside of what she must have thought was earshot. “I’m going to be ok. I know that you all have questions, but how about you go grocery shopping, and gets some clothes. Do you think you can guess the sizing, Joe?”

He heard the man giggle, really a giggle? It sounded so strange coming from the man’s voice, but he then responded, “Sure thing Jessie. You were right, he is a bit shorter than Tom but his legs look almost the same size. Well at least in length, maybe get him in the PJ bottoms I got and text me if you need a different size.”

He blushed at the thought of her seeing him naked, but at the same time, the thought was also a turn on. Hearing them all moving away he forced himself to calm, the last thing he wanted to do was lose control and just mark her as his mate. He knew she knew he was a werewolf, but how much did she know? He heard her moving about the room, draws opening and closing, then she came back into view. He opened his eyes, unwilling to sleep while she was there. She smiled a reassuring smile at him. “Ok Henry, I have some clothes for you. Do you think you can sit up? The injury is in your shoulder.” Right I’m injured, he thought, but how did he get injured?

Sitting up the world began to spin. The sweet woman noticed and held his hands until he felt better. They were warm and slightly calloused, she must work hard. She knelt and lifted one foot at a time placing them into the pyjama bottoms, before sliding them up his legs. “Right. I think these are going to be ok. I’m going to turn around, do you think you can pull them up over your bottom, ok?”

Red coloured his cheeks, not just at the word bottom, but at the way she asked, it was so gentle. Almost like he was a child but not, grumbling under his breath he said, “Sure. I didn’t injure my bottom.” The room filled with the most amazing sound, her genuine laughter, it was so mesmerizing that he began to laugh as well.

Bottom half fully clothed she helped him lay back down then slipped into the bed next to him. Her arms open in an invitation and he didn’t hesitate to cling to her. Her smell, her sound and her body all felt like home. Nuzzling into her chest, he forgot that he couldn’t remember her, and instead relaxed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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136 notes • Posted 2021-09-21 10:07:10 GMT

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 9

Words: 1579

Summary: Jessie is comforted by Tom after Boyd's threats were made.

Warning: Angst

A/N Surprise another one sooner that I thought. Thanks @sillyrabbit81 for editing and @amberangel112 for pestering me for more lol :) selah

Chapter 9

Jessie was shaken, never in her life had she been in a situation where she felt so out of control. She was so grateful that Tom was there to help control Wolfy, for she could not help fear that he would do something to get himself killed. If he even scratched someone, and they complained, she was sure that the local police would insist that she have him put down.

Tom was nothing like Henry, in that moment she had ached for his strong arms, furry chest and soft lips. But instead, she was grateful that her friend had caught her in her time of need. His skinny arms were still strong enough to hold her, his body warm enough to stop her shivering from the shock. He had walked her to the couch sitting the two of them down and pulling her into his body.

It felt right and yet so wrong the way his hand caressed her, comforting her, and yet there was a hint of something else in his caress. Her head now lay on his clothed chest her eyes closed trying to forget. “Shhh. It’s ok Miss Jessie, I know for a fact that he will be going out on a cattle drive for the next few days. So, you won’t have to worry about him. I will even see if I can encourage Dad to keep him out longer. It won’t be the first time I’ve had to help. He once tried that with my sister. But I managed to keep him out of her way until she went off to college. Dad wasn’t happy about it, and neither was Boyd, but Mom and I secretly helped her getaway. He really is the wrong fit for you, Miss Jessie.”

She heard the concern in his voice, the steel when he talked about Boyd. There was no love lost between the two men. It was then that she really had to see Tom as a man, not a boy. He had in a way protected her tonight and now he was comforting her. Ohh for sleep, to see Henry, to run into his arms. If only he was real and not just a perfect concoction of her brain. Her heart rate had slowed her breathing settled, and began to feel uncomfortable, so she sat up. “Thank you, Tom. I think I might go to bed. Do you think you can show yourself out?”

The young man looked at her strangely almost longingly but complied, “Sure thing, Miss Jessie. Wolfy, you look after the lady, you hear.” She almost laughed at the seriousness in Tom’s voice and the deeper yip that came in response. Standing the man looked down softly at Jessie. “I’ll pop by the clinic tomorrow to check in with you and let you know what happens. Okay?”

Thinking how sweet he was being, she smiled then kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Tom, that would be nice.” She schooled her features, trying not to laugh at the red as he flushed from his neck to his cheeks at her kiss.

“Ssh…sure thing miss Jessie.” With that, he almost ran out of the house.

Making sure all the doors and windows were locked she walked upstairs, Wolfy never leaving her side. He clung to her even as she brushed her teeth, and to her embarrassment sat beside her as she went to the toilet. Not once did he leave her side. As she crawled under her blankets, he curled his long body around her his muzzle snuffling into her neck. She reached her hand back running her fingers through his fur as she said, “Don’t worry boy. It will be ok.” But as she fell asleep, she once again longing for Henry, she was not really sure that she was confident herself that all would work out.

It didn’t take long for her to wake up in her safe place, or for her to hear his footsteps, they were running not walking to her. He burst into the opening scooping her up in his arms holding her tight to him. His prior knowledge did not surprise her, this is what she had longed for so it should not surprise her that her mind would create this perfect situation. But even so, the care and concern he showed her set her to crying again. Hot tears full of frustration, anger, and disappointment ran down her face as she realised that fear also filled her. The truth was, she didn’t think Tom could protect her, and she was terrified that they would make her destroy Wolfy.

His deep voice scratchy with miss-use filled her ears, “Shhhh, baby. It’s going to be ok, shhhh, I’ll protect you. Don’t worry about that idiot. He can’t harm me. It's ok.” His words soothed her but also confused her. What did he mean by ‘he can’t harm me? Of course, he can’t be harmed, he is my dream man. So, unless Boyd became Freddy Krueger, Henry would be safe. His strong arms lifted her, folding her up against his chest as they took their familiar place at the base of the tree. The tree she had found the wolves, the tree Tom had rescued the wolf and his cub, the tree that had bought such comfort to a lonely child.

She rested listening to the thrumming of his heart, the strong beat, that almost seemed to beat in time with her own. “Why can’t I just stay here with you, Henry? Why do I have to go back to a world full of hate?” She waited, listening as he hummed before his rich voice answered.

“If we stayed here, then people like Tom and Joe, would not have your bright smile or warm care. They would live their lives void of what you have to bring to the world. If all the good people disappeared it would be a very bleak world indeed. I felt that bleakness Jessie until you began to fill my world with happiness again.”

She looked up into his eyes, wondering again at the familiar words, “Henry, are you really the wolf? Genuinely or am I just dreaming this up hoping you are. Sometimes I am so sure I catch a glimpse of you there and then, well, it’s only the beast I see. I’m so confused right now.” Embarrassed at voicing her confusion she hid her head back into his chest.

His hands ran through her hair, his fingertips caressing her skin before he replied, “I’m trying my love, I really am trying to get out, to break free from my self-imposed cage. The last time I was a human, was the day I found you, you were standing by the window of your school looking out almost looking directly at me. Then you turned away. I had my nephew with me, he was so young only a month old and my sister wanted to have a small break. What Tom described, that was us, we had come back, only to see our family being shot, and then we were fired on. I vowed that day never to change back, so great was the grief. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you my love, my mate”

His words should have provoked fear, should have created anxiety that she was crazy. But for once it made sense, perfect sense, sitting up she looked into his rich deep blue eyes. She could see the honesty and love shinning there. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, I’m sorry I must have put you through even more pain by denying you existed.” A soft smile tugged at his lips as his forehead leaned forwards against her own.

“It’s ok my love, I would not have expected any less. But I also knew you would work it out eventually.” He kissed her then, soft and gently, her body reacting but now she knew he was real she held back her response. She needed to tell Henry about her own story, and what had happened for her that night. Putting her hand to his cheek, she caressed him as she said, “Henry, I want you to know, I found your family that night. I was walking home and I felt drawn to my tree which is where I found them. I thought they were just sleeping. When I realised, they were dead, I worked all night to bury them, giving them a proper farewell. I think it is why we are drawn to this tree, they are still there in the forest. Watching over us.” She felt his body shudder at her words.

“I…. I never knew, I just ran. I had to run for Adam’s sake, I had to get him to safety. Thank you.” The arms pulled her in close as he buried his face in her neck. She felt his hot tears run onto her shoulder and at that moment her own grief joined his, her own tears flowed for the loss of his family. Those she would never get to meet.

The alarm pulled her back to her room, her bed, she could still feel the hot tears falling on her neck and as she rolled over, she stared into his eyes. The clear understanding is that even though he was in wolf form, he truly was her Henry. She reached up and ran her fingers through his fur, as the tears subsided, she whispered, “Morning, Henry.”

Chapter 10

168 notes • Posted 2021-09-05 06:23:36 GMT

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One Shot - Henry requesting to be restrained

dialogue

Hmf... Alright. I'll consider it. Only if you consider restraining me. I want to see what it feels like."

@blakerogue

Inspired by and encouraged by @blakerouge

Thank you to @sillyrabbit81 for being my amazing beta reader, encourager and all-around great mischievous friend.

Warning: Fem!dom, restraints, mentions body parts

, word Count: 3100

You had arrived home after a long day at the office, the kitchen smelled great something was in the oven alerting you to the fact your boyfriend of 6 months was home. “Henry? where are you baby?” you called out, the sounds of nails clipping on the wood floors alerted you before a large dog came barrelling towards you. Laughing you bent down to greet the happy pup who was dancing in circles at your feet. “Hey Kal, where’s daddy?”

After a tummy rub and a few kisses from the excited pup, you stood making your way to the only room in the house you hoped he would be. Walking into your bedroom you found him sitting on the bed, with a bag in his hands that made you stop. Fear gripped you as you realised, he had found your secret.

Henry looked up at you, his eyes unreadable as you watched him waiting to see what his reaction would be. His hand pulled out the kitty ears and tail plug that had belonged to your previous partner. Danny had been a good kitten, had been lean, obedient and had fulfilled your need to dominate beautifully, but in the end, there had been something missing. After he had left, you had packed your gear away. For a while you had sworn off partners and just enjoyed your friends, going out to the pub and parting long into the night,

It was on one of these nights that you met Henry; he was everything you had avoided over the years. Strong, muscular, and dominant in nature, and until now you had not believed you could like that kind of man. But Henry had also been sweet and caring, the combination had proven fatal, after wooing you for a month you had given in. That had been the end of your fight. You had locked the Dom up inside you and enjoyed for the first time being weak with someone you had grown to trust.

Nothing could have prepared you for how good he had made you feel, those nights he had held you down, showered you with kisses and bought your body to height’s that none had previously. But now, now that he was there pulling item after item out of the bag and laying them on the bed your Dom began pushing at the edge of its cage. “Where did you find that?” you asked, a slightly hard edge to your voice. Again, he looked at you with unreadable eyes, you were fighting so hard not to outright demand to know what he thought he was doing going through your stuff.

But for once in your life, you didn’t want to stuff this up, didn’t want to lose the man who had filled your days with pure joy. His soft deep voice filled your ears as he replied, “I was adding my clothes to the wardrobe as you suggested, this was tucked in the back where you assigned my clothes to go. I… was curious.”

You huffed at the last statement, “You know curiosity killed the cat.”

He smirked at that statement picking up the ears and tail as he said, “Is that what happened to this poor fellow?”

Sighing, you knew you needed to be honest with him, especially now that he was moving in. It made more sense since he was travelling a lot and when he was here, he basically lived with you anyway. Plus, Kal now had a consistent place to be when he could not go with daddy. Cringing at the thought of what he might say, you sat down next to him on the bed the array of equipment laid between. “Before I met you, I wasn’t so ‘vanilla’, in fact, my preference was skinny subs who liked pet play. After my last partner and I broke up, and it was nothing to do with him I just felt empty I was missing something. I decided to put it all away, he left those behind and I guess I just forgot about them.”

Henry’s face was serious as he asked, “Was it my dominance you were attracted to, something different from what you had before?” A small smile was tugging at his lips as you pulled his hand to your lap playing with his finger’s.

“Yes, and your caring, you are the perfect mix for me Henry. Maybe one day you will realise that about yourself. Maybe you and I can go to one of the clubs I went to, and I can introduce you to my friends. But for now, I can throw these things away. I’m sure he won’t want them back and it's not sanitary to use them on someone else.”

A mischievous look crossed his face as he said, “ Hmf…… alright, I’ll think about it, only if you consider restraining me, I want to see what it feels like. Maybe keep the cuffs I’m sure you can sanitise them”.

At that point, you could only stare at your boyfriend, your strong, muscular dominant boyfriend. Were you hearing correctly, were you dreaming, did he just say… At that point your Dom broke free of her cage, dancing for joy. Both sides of you now in balance as he gave you permission to be you. An evil glint hit your eye as you asked, “Are you sure Henry? It takes a strong man to give up control, not everyone can do it.”

His eyes now shifted to the same determined look he had when you had said no to his first request to date you. “I think by now you know I can handle anything pumpkin, so why don’t I go finish dinner and then after you can show me what it takes to be your submissive.” A shiver ran down your spine at his words, they were said in such a dominant way and yet alluded to something completely different. He stood, muscles flexing through his tan t-shirt and walked out of the room leaving you feeling awed at the turn of events.

While Henry, cooked downstairs you set up the room, this time felt different than all the other times. Excitement filled you as you reattached the restraints to the slats of the baseboard on your bed. You left out your cuffs for hands and feet, replacing everything else in the bag, your hands caressed your spreader bar wondering if he might be up to that level of vulnerability. Maybe next time, if he was up for a next time.

A voice called from downstairs, “Honey dinner’s ready.” Looking at the simple set up you smiled before hurrying down. The smells hit you as you got closer to the kitchen, aromas that you had come to associate with Henry, strong curries, fresh Italian or traditional English cuisine were always on the menu and tonight was no different as he pulled a beautiful fresh Italian fish dish from the oven.

Kal sat in the corner eating his dinner, and Henry pulled your chair out as you sat mouth salivating at the smells coming from your plate. It was a quiet dinner, Henry seemed lost in thought as he ate. For once he did not dominate the conversation. Deciding he needed to come out of his head you ask, “So how was your last project? Are you going to be home long?” This seemed to pull him back to the present, becoming animated again as he explained to you all the pranks that had been played on set, and how the final editing was in progress.

Finally, he said, “The next project is set to start in a few months, so you’re stuck with me baby.” That was said with his signature smirk and attempted wink.

Laughing we cleaned up the kitchen together, everything spotless you noticed he had begun to fidget with the tea towel. Deciding now, it was better to allay his fears, you took his hand and led him into the living room. Kal followed laying at Henry’s feet after you sat him down, “We have to talk before we go upstairs, I am sure your aware of how important communication is when doing something new. Just like you did with me those first few times checking in making sure I was comfortable and feeling safe. I will do the same with you.” A soft smile graced his face at the memory of your first time together. It had been passionate, but you had also been nervous, he had softly coaxed you along each step until you were putty in his hands.

“Ok so what do you want me to do?” he asked tentatively, my Dom was screaming at me to take charge, and just command him, but you wanted to do this differently. “You have a choice, we can just be you and me, but have fun with the restraints or you can let my Dom have control and from the moment we enter the bedroom you will submit to my will. It's up to you, you’re the one who is truly in control as there is nothing I can do without your permission.”

He thought about it for a moment, staring off into nothing before looking back at you. “You know I like control in the bedroom, it’s not a secret and you have for the last 6 months accommodated my whims, so just for tonight why don’t we do it your way. I’ll submit and you let your Dom free.” At the last phrase, he chuckled, maybe it was nerves or maybe he didn’t truly believe you could. All he had seen over the last 6 months was a soft accommodating but not quite a submissive partner.

“Well, if that is the case let’s go over the rules. Once you enter the room I want you to strip, fold your clothes neatly and place them on the tallboy. Then kneel in the middle of the room. At any given time, I will ask you how you are doing, to keep it simple we’ll keep to the traffic light system. Red is stop, Yellow is pause and green is go ahead. Does that make sense?”

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[imnotwolverine]

Masterlist - The Marriage Pact

The marriage pact - Masterlist  (Henry Cavill x OC Alice - finished)

Sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t. The clock is starting to tick and 37-year old Alice just thinks that there is no good cake left for her - a feeling that she apparently shares with an unlikely ally.

Word count: 42.488

Author’s note: As there is very little non smutty fanfic here on Tumblr, I decided to write a long fic being just pure fluff and awkward stuff, revolving around two old friends who get back together..again. I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing these short but snappy chapters ❤️(Ps. I love hearing about your thoughts on my writing!!)  

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Part 1 - Old faces (Alice interviews Henry after the Durrell challenge)

Part 2 - Wavelength (a secret hide-out on the beach)

Part 3 - Piece of cake (Alice babysits another Alice and Henry’s up to something)

Part 4 - A new pact (sheep, toddlers and ..eh..Henry? What are you doing here?)

Part 5 - Chocolate delight (Superman came to the rescue and it is time for a chat)

Part 6 - Family dinner (a little jealousy + cooking with the Hen)

Part 7 - Island folk (about motherhood worries and great expectations)

Part 8 - Different strokes (getting to know Henry’s everyday life)

Part 9 - A little madness (Alice’s friends get a sniff of what’s up)

Part 10 - Marriage material (a wedding, a dance and a mom’s good advice)

Part 11 - Puppy kisses (neighbours and their sweet puppy memories)

Part 12 - Thriller nights (of hospitals, cheaters and thrilling moments of trying again)

Part 13 - Woopsie poopsie (an accidental truth)

Part 14 - Baby talk (Alice takes a shot at house hunting and family planning)

Part 15 - London bits (London, feminist knights and ..love actually?)

Part 16 - Digital sleep (the longest video call and Alice chats with her boss)

Part 17 - Pinky promise (Henry returns)

Part 18 - Hitch (Alice finds a hiccup in Wonderland)

Part 19 - A Bird’s Life (maintenance love, poems and good news)

Part 20 - Homeboy (family banter, telling the parents and kitchen kisses)

Part 21 - Reality strikes (not everything comes easy)

Part 22 - Maple syrup dreams (cold Canada set life with Henry)

Part 23 - Red alert ( “stormy weather brings together” )

Part 24 - Seedlings (spring has come around and love is definitely in the air)

Part 25 - Birthday cake (it’s a big day for everyone) 

Part 26 - Epilogue (the end) 

[hauntedelation]

Show Me

Gif Credit: @acecroft

(Photograph found on Pinterest! I don’t own it!)

Description: Mike takes you out of your lonely, dark home on what is supposed to be the jolliest days of the year. In return, you pull him out of his own shadowy pit, simply to convey to him how much you care.

Pairing: Black Female Reader x Mikey (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Challenge: 25 DAYS OF CAVILL by @emjayewrites​

A/N: This all started with a certain conversation with a fellow Mikey lover. The lovely @emyearns​ wrote this amazing piece in the result of that talk. Go check it out! It is wonderful ugh 🖤 This is my reply back to her because I promised her a lil’ something of Mike 🥺 I also wanted to include this as part of the challenge another fellow writer started. 

It’s still Christmas where I’m at! I hope that I am not too late! 😥 This is a steamy Christmas theme with Mikey and some essence of angst within it. Please, if there are any errors, know that I didn’t mean it!

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut (18+), D/s dynamics (Fem Dom/Male Sub), angst, feels, oral sex (male receiving), marking, choking kink, hair pulling kink, fluffy Christmas gift giving!

Merry Christmas! 😊 Enjoy~

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One thing that you were able to learn about Mikey, in the short month of dating him, was that he seemed to glow the brightest under your hand.

He was a far different person around you, still, than anyone else. He remained being Mike, the goofy smartass who loved to joke around. But, it was as if he took off a mask and could finally breathe when he was in your presence. Just you and him.

Mike was able to let go.

Despite that he was reluctant in opening up, you put all your effort in, working to know what made him bloom. It was after every tug to his curls, every nick and bruise that you left on his pale skin, every grip your fingers held around his neck, that you saw him begin to come out. 

Even more so was after those heated moments where you held him close, pressing your lips to his cheeks and his eyelids, fingers brushing along his eyebrows. You whispered in his ear, sonnets according to Mike, those words never leaving the space between you both.

You didn't want to rush him, and you didn't want to over escalate what you and he had. It was going to be breathtaking, you knew it, you just had to be patient with him and listen. 

So you didn't, you didn't pick at him when he would grow real quiet during a conversation, or after looking at a particular object. You would reach down and take hold of his long fingers in yours, placing kisses on the calloused pads.

Mike would come back, it would be slow but his grin would appear once more. His bones would quiver underneath his skin, and he would show you those pearly canines. 

You both took your time, and you both allowed each other to feel. Whether it was elation or whether it was a sinking feeling in the stomach, you let it flow. Whenever he begged to see you, you left the front door unlocked. Whenever you wished to see him, he would jump at the offer.

Chelsea and Vanessa would jeer, they had to. Seeing you and Mikey was such a surreal happening, seeing Mikey with a girl for longer than a day was completely unusual. They would whisper to you, about how often he looks at you, about how much time you spend with each other, about how obvious it is. 

"He's just way less of an asshole."

They would show a knowing smile to you. You couldn't tell if it was toward a certain angle or for another, but, you saw that smile on your friends' lips. You and Mike were venturing into something interesting.

You got a phone call on the 24th. It woke you up out of your nap on the living room couch and it woke you slowly. The clock read 7:00 p.m. on the screen through your squinted eyes. Now, who would be calling at that hour?

"Hey! So...You wanna come with me to the drive-in tonight?"

Mike?

You were taken aback, didn't this boy know that it was Christmas Eve? Wouldn't everything be closed by now? Mike knew, and he didn't seem to really care about any of that. He clarified that the drive-in movie theater was in fact open tonight. 

And as classic Mikey, he went with his goto begging, warning you that he was already pulled up at your apartment complex. 

"Pleaaase, they're showing Christmas movies from 7:30 to 4:00 a.m., I thought it would be fun!" 

You shook your head; an amused grin pulled at your lips. While wiping the sleep from your eyes, you could distinctly hear the pout in his voice through the phone. You gave in to him, how couldn't you? 

Looking around your lonely home, with no decorations hung up and no plans being set, nothing else seemed better than that. You wouldn't decline him even if you had been invited to the best party around.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes, and I will be right out." 

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There was no counting the amount of junk that Mike could keep in his car. Aluminum beer cans tinked and rattled with each turn, papers and articles of clothing were pushed under your feet, and you could have sworn that you saw a used condom from the last time you and Mike were in the back seat.

You shook your head to yourself as you watched Mike scramble about in his front seat, scooping up the pieces of trash and other items that littered the entirety of the space. 

You bit at your lower lip hiding your giggles from the dark-haired boy. He made trips back and forth to a bin sitting outside the parked car, puffs of smoke billowing from his lips.

Even if he was naturally a gigantic slob, who honestly had the most cluttered car you’d ever seen, what he was doing...

He was trying his best, you could see the obvious effort that the boy was putting in—he was even clearing out the items that were stuck on the dashboard and under the seat.

Mike cursed, struggling with a stubborn shirt tucked far too deep in the leather seat.

He yanked it free and fell back, head slamming into the steering wheel. The boy groaned weakly, the pained sound coming from high in his throat.

This was when you busted out laughing, hand going to cover your mouth and snorting loudly. Mike grumbled, his lanky body sitting up and his hand going to rub at the back of his head. You were quite sure that everyone in the parking lot could hear you cackling.

“Haha, very funny. Now, c’mere! The movie is about to start!”

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You really tried focusing on the film playing on the big screen. The last thing that you were able to remember was Kevin McCallister arguing with his older brother, Buzz. Nostalgia was beginning to well up in your heart, this movie was featured frequently when you were a young child. 

Mikey even thought of bringing blankets to keep you both warm when you couldn’t run the car’s heater for long. Each one was thick and incredibly soft against your skin. He took the liberty of wrapping you both in the material, knowing how easily chilly he could get.

He also had...his own ideas for preventing you two from getting too cold. 

“Mike, mmh, I’m trying to watch the movie!”

His hands were icy as they gripped your waist, his teasing fingers riding your shirt up and exposing more of your skin. He pulled you into his lap, plump lips pressing against the shell of your ear and trailing down your neck. 

Mike situated you to rest on one of his thighs, facing your front more toward him. Your head was still glued to the large screen playing the film, you were not going to let him win. At least, not yet. 

There was a red and white bag of popcorn resting close by your legs. You leaned down to reach into it, pulling out a small handful of the kernels and stuffing your mouth full.

You yelped when his hands found their way up your sweater, cupping your breasts into his hands. His lips chased your jaw and found their way to your mouth, though—you were still chewing on the food. 

"Miiiike," You mumbled out. "My mouth is full of popcorn. Can't you wait?"

Mike was normally passionate, but never so desperate to not wait for you to finish eating. Tonight, he was unrelenting.

You gave in soon after swallowing, rolling your eyes shut and letting him push your lips together. He whined and placed his palm on one of your thighs, pulling you to straddle his waist. 

It was easy, too easy to fall into that rhythm with him. The need and the sheer want behind his touch, he was surely providing it with the way his tongue nearly moved to the inside of your teeth. 

What was always challenging, was pulling away from him.

“Mike, hey Baby, I’m happy that you’re eager tonight...but mmfh, fuck…”

His canines found their way to that spot at your jugular, long fingers kneading and massaging your ass in your winter leggings. 

“What’s gotten into you? I thought you wanted to watch the movie?”

Cupping his jawline, your thumbs rubbed lightly over his sharp cheekbones. He was panting and gazing up at you with a peculiar look in his eye, one you couldn’t put your finger on. 

Mike licked and bit at his lips, big blue eyes soon avoiding your concerned look. You felt his fingers start to play with the fabric of your sweater.

He sighed.

“Um yeah, I mean...shit...I uh, I missed you.”

Mikey peered out the windshield, passed your shoulder, and at the movie playing on the screen. His jaw was stiffening, your fingernail followed along with the muscle. You tilted your head to the side with a downy grin displaying on your face. 

He never said this to you before.

“Did you really?” 

He hummed, nodding his curly-head with his frown wavering on his face. You leaned down and pressed kisses to his nose, smoothing the tips of your fingers over his eyebrows. 

“Mhm, I did. I know that like we just saw each other, but...I really needed to see you tonight.” 

Mike’s slim arms snaked around your body and hugged you close to his chest. His eyes found their way back to your face.

“Well, ditto, I missed your silly ass too.”

"That's good because I got you something." 

With him never breaking eye contact, Mike reached into his coat pocket to pull out a red bag. You inhaled in surprise, bouncing your attention from the bag sitting between you and his bashful face.

He resembles the night that you and he first hung out with each other. His demeanor visibly shifted to a far meeker character under your attention.

"Oh! Mike you didn't have to go do that!"

He shrugged his leather-clad shoulders, not helping the red tinge layering his cheeks. Mike's hand began to nervously rub at your back, moving in small circles. 

"Go on, open it."

You immediately reached to tear open the bag taping, pulling out the white tissue paper. What you found made your bottom lip jut out in an endearing pout. 

How thoughtful of him.

You found a small black sack, the item inside being a baby blue bonnet. You let your fingers run over the material and admired the fine stitching. From the looks of it, he went looking for a good quality made one. 

Where did he know to buy this?

Your e/c orbs stayed on the cap in your hands, shaking your head slowly. "Mikey, this is very sweet of you. How did you know to get me this?" 

You lifted your head to take a look at his face, only to see that he was already staring at you. Mike had a wide smile on his lips, he rubbed his lips together and exhaled a laugh.

"Uh, well y'know...Vanessa and Chelsea sort've...helped me out with it. I remember you wore one when you sleep but I was too afraid to ask you what it was." 

One of his hands scratched the back of his neck, cocking his head to the side. There was a gush of delight building in your stomach. 

You never really mentioned to him about needing a new bonnet before, perhaps in passing as you went through your hair supplies but never explicitly. If he really went and spoke with your girlfriends…

Ugh, this boy.

"It's a good thing that I got you something too."

It was now Mike's turn to look perplexed.

"Wha—me?"

You hushed him and located your purse from the driver’s seat. Nesting deep inside the bag, you set a rolled-up article of clothing with a gold-colored bow surrounding it. 

You pulled the present out, anticipation illuminating your face. You took his hand in yours and placed the present in his palm. He lifted his brow down at the item and gingerly untied the bow.

Mike unraveled the dark fabric to reveal a freakishly gory print of his favorite horror movie. He shot out a quick laugh, and began to rapidly scan the shirt in his hands.

"Holy shit, no way, Y/n."

The cotton was as soft as can be, and the screen print had been of the highest quality. Each color was saturated tastefully and blended with one another, leaving behind a pretty visually appealing t-shirt. Well, save for the grotesque image of someone getting slaughtered by a killer.

Mike ran his fingers over the image, tracing the lines and the wording layering it.

"How'd you know that I would like this?" 

You beamed down at him, mulling your answer over in your head. A faint memory developed in the back of your mind, of him turning on an old horror film while sitting in your living room. 

When you think of it further, Mike always seemed to gravitate toward darker media such as that.

"I remembered you mentioned it one day a little while back."

He lifted his head to grin up at you, his eyes shimmering brightly in the low light of the big screen. The crimson in his cheeks was much more pigmented than minutes before, the tint bleeding to the tips of his ears.

It was a sight you would never get enough of.

Mike leaned up and pressed gentle kisses to your lips, mumbling praises and a thank you onto your mouth. 

You placed the items on the dashboard and watched the moonlight reflect on the surface of them. The other smaller pieces of trash were gathered and put into that red bag Mike used for your gift. 

“I am really happy that you like it...your gift you know? I wasn’t sure if you would be busy tonight, but I wanted to see you open it.” Mike spoke gently into your ear.

You turned and placed your arms around his shoulders, you narrowed your eyes down at him and a smirk played on your face.

“It’s alright, I really had no plans...This isn’t my favorite holiday anyway.”

Mike lifted his brows at hearing this. “Yeah? Same with me. It never really was my cup of tea. Everyone always kinda has..has family to spend it with. And I…”

The boy trailed off, his hand movements along your back slowed to a stop. 

Mikey’s eyes dropped to look down at the space between you both, focusing on the stitching of your sweater. You could sense a veil being drawn over him, and blocking him from you presently. 

A pinch was placed on your heart and resonated up toward your throat. The closer it got to the holiday, the most often these moments would occur. This was something that you noticed. 

Desperately, you wanted to find what was taking him away mentally. 

Maybe if you could pick at the pieces, just a tiny bit at a time you could find out. You had clues, certain tells in his speech, and some mannerisms were brought to the light. Yet, you didn’t hold the answer to what. 

What was plaguing Mike’s soul?

Your reasoning scolded yourself, You shouldn’t

It couldn’t be pulled out like that, not as if it was some sort of secret to know or a problem to solve. 

So you didn’t. You didn’t say anything to further the conversation or that previous topic. At this point, Mike was inaudible for close to a minute. You saw his dark brows pinch close together, that handsome face was despondent. 

This wasn’t a bother. It wasn’t going to be one, not with your fingers sneaking to his hand, curling around the digits. You placed lips to his skin, tickling the pads. It was a bit delayed but—

Ah, there he was.

You saw him come back, right out of that shadow of his. With Mike finally cracking a radiant smile, warm enough to melt the snow outside, you felt a bit of relief. For now, he seemed okay.

“You alright, Puppy?” 

Your voice was tender when you spoke, still working to guide him back. You nuzzled your nose against his, and he chuckled real low between you.

His thumb and index fingers grasped your chin and he guided you to peck his lips.

“Puppy? That’s actually cute...And, M’yeah sorry…uh. I kinda trailed off there. But, what I normally do is get shitfaced on a night like this, and watch a bunch of Christmas movies.”

He cleared his throat and nodded his head to the movie playing behind you.

“I watched this movie so much as a kid. I loved it. This was one that I would be watching tonight anyway…"

Mike paused, waiting for another moment before continuing his sentence. 

“I wanna ask, are you sure that I’m not...bothering by asking you to hang tonight?”

You felt Mike stiffen under your body. His hands wrapped around your waist and tucked themselves under the blanket. He subconsciously returned to that puppy dog look, the same look that he had on his face just a few short seconds ago. 

Mike had a way to pout those lips just right, those lips that he loved to bite at. With his eyes, you swear he had a way to make them appear the most pitiful when he was wanting something. The king of begging. 

And he wonders why you call him that.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Mike, of course, I am sure. I’m having a lot of fun with you right now, and, there’s no place I’d rather be! Why? You don’t think that I like you?”

The boy was a bit dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing. He was unable to find the right words to reply. The only sounds that were released had been cut off stammers and a sigh.

You knew that you looked smug at this moment. It wasn’t hard for you to put him in that state and you felt rather prideful to place him into a puddle of astonishment. Whatever Mike was subject to, he certainly was not used to the treatment that you gave him.

It grew enjoyable for you, actually. After each liaison, giving Mike whatever you could whether sinful or innocent, you were hungry to do more. He would always reward you with the most colorful reaction. 

Currently, it was looking like the former was tipping the scale.

You rearranged your legs on the seat below you, positioned your hips, and ground them languidly against his groin. Mike’s breath was hitched and he flexed his thighs under his jeans. 

He slid his hands down to that favorite spot on your waist, eyes flickering to a low flame at the instant of anticipation. Your palms rubbed at his chest and up to the collar of his shirt. You muddled his brain further when you slanted your lips against his, taking his moans into your lungs.

The switch had been flipped.

“Since you don’t seem to really understand, do you want me to show you how much I like you?” You whispered against his mouth.

He nodded vigorously but failed to explicitly confirm with his words. You had to fight yourself from giggling. At this point, Mikey knew better.

You stilled your gyrating and nipped at the soft flesh of his earlobe, taking your fingers on one hand and wrapping them around his throat. You applied a ghost of pressure at the sides and pulled out a gasp from his lips.

“Hmm, say it Puppy, or I guess you will never know.”

“Yes please, please show me. I-I want you to show me.”

You hummed and pressed kisses along his jaw, fingers sliding down to his belt. It was tugged loose, clinking metal on metal, and pushed aside. You worked your way under the denim and pressed your palm to the stiffening skin there. 

Still keeping your mouth on his skin, you sang those praises to your boy.

"I know you need to be shown. You like it better when I do…"

You tilted his head back, gripping his neck firmly before slowly licking at his pulse point, forcing out more bumbling words from him. 

"Don't you? My words only do so much Mikey. But I know it helps you."

Your fingers rubbed and rubbed along his rigid cock, squeezing out more precum from the tip. You felt the wet spot accumulate and soak his boxer briefs. 

He was radiating pure heat and warming your cold fingers.

Upon licking your lips and leaning your forehead against his cheek, you forced a wail out of his pretty mouth.

You wrapped your fingers around his feverish length and held it in your hand, thumbing and stroking him. Before you continued further, you drew your hand away, leaned back, and dribbled spit on the head, coating a large majority of his cock. 

Mikey watched it all with fluttering eyes, stifling his whines at the warm ooze of your saliva. You cooed at him with your lips playing at his, eyes watching the space between you two.

"Let it out Mikey, let me hear you. Yes—yes buck those hips Baby I know that feels good."

You released his throat and slid your legs from around him. Leaning against his side, you tightened your hold on him and continued jerking his leaking cock. 

Mike was now eagerly fucking your hand and fisting at the blankets on his side. You licked your lips at the sheer swell of him, it's glisten in the low light was savory—tantalizing to you, its weight pushing and massaging against your palm.

"Mmf-fuck, it feels so good, please let me come. Can I come?"

You tutted down at him, grinning wolfishly at his flushed face. You shook your head and let go of his length. A round of cries followed from Mike and you couldn't help your mirth in your chest.

"No Baby, I'm gonna give you something else...You want my mouth? Hmm?"

You licked your way into his waiting mouth, a spit-soaked thumb coming up and pulling his bottom lip down, pressing into the plump flesh. 

Mike grit his teeth and growled pitifully, his warm breath being breathed in by you.

"How about I show you with my mouth, I'll let you use my mouth, Puppy." 

Mike's lust-blown blues peered up at you, searching your face and looking at your lips.

"Yes, please, I want it so bad. Please Y/n." He spoke out raggedly.

You let go of your hold on his face, sliding down his body and settling into the passenger foot-well space. You sat into a crouching position and moved his jeans and boxers further down his hairy thighs.

You peered up at the panting boy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes stared down at your devilish face, widening his legs to allow you more room. This would be the first time that you go down on him, and you planned, oh you planned…

You were going to suck the soul out of this boy.

His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip when you took hold of his dick. You felt him flex his erection in your hands, pressing the length into your grasp and jut his hips out to get closer.

You broke eye contact to gaze down at the throbbing head. He was cut, the skin of him blushing at the top, and still pumping out more of that clear liquid. You ran a finger along a prominent vein popping out, tracing the blood flow up.

As you began to stroke him, running your fingers along the skin of his balls, you leaned down and applied tiny licks to his skin. You started from the crease where his cock and his balls met and lapped up to the slit on his head. 

Mike threw his head back against the headrest, letting out a throaty groan. His fingers crept down to your shoulders, grunting at your lips and your tongue playing with his cock. 

He rasped, attempting to choke out a sentence. "B-babe...mmfh—fuck, can I put my fingers in your hair? Please?"

You took your spit slicked hand and began twisting, pulling your mouth from his cock, and stroking up to the tip.

"Go ahead Baby, but, I want you to do something for me...You gotta listen okay?"

Mike moaned, eyes falling to yours one last time before fluttering shut. Your mouth went down to lick at his balls, gingerly sucking the skin into your mouth.

A lewd slick sound erupted from your mouth and hand and for a moment there you were lost in that music. As much as you would love to give it all to him, you couldn’t spoil him just yet. 

You pulled away, squeezing your hand in a pulse on his dick, your other pinched the skin of his sack, causing Mike to shoot his eyes wide open.

"Ah!—Wha-what is it?"

"Look me in my eyes...I need you to keep your attention on the movie while I suck you off, okay?. Don't take your eyes off that screen." 

Mike shuddered as he met your heavy eye contact, the shaky movement going down his thighs and pricking the hairs there. 

You carried on with your movement, taking one hand to lay on his lower stomach and pressing down.

"If I see you not looking at the screen, I'm going to edge you until you're on the very verge of cumming. I'll bring you there, Puppy, until you're sweating and begging me. I'll keep going and going and I will stop." 

Mike furrowed his dark brows down at you, fingers trembling in your curls. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing. 

He looked so pretty, face in a flush and his curls hanging low over his eyes. His kiss-bitten lips were tinged the darkest shade of red, close to the color of the tip of his cock.

"Do you understand?"

He huffed out a laugh, his voice cracking and bouncing off of the fogging windows.

"Yes Babe, yes."

He pushed back your hair from your face, and you settled into a more comfortable position between his thighs. Your tongue wet your lips, taking one last glance at his cock.

Your eyes bored into Mikey’s dazed pools, making sure to keep his word. He whimpered and lifted his head up to the bright screen of the theater, fingers curling into your locks.

You pumped him a few times, mentally capturing the image in front of you before sliding him well past your lips and sucking—no slurping at his weeping cock. You quickly got to work using your hand and your tongue bobbing and pulling needy moans straight from his throat.

After that night, Mike never forgot just how much you like him. Following that night at the drive-in, Christmas was that much closer to being his favorite holiday.

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Taglist: @mansaaay @emyearns @inlovewithhisblueeyes

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[wendimydarling]

The 25 Days of Christmas

Hey everyone! 

Idk if y’all are interested, but instead of writing a small drabble for each of the 25 days of Christmas, I thought I might sing a little snippet of your favorite song and let you pair it with a character and story prompt. (EDIT: I’m not writing the story, JUST the prompt.)

For example, One of my all time favorite Christmas songs is “The Christmas Song”, which I’m pairing with Syverson in one of the fics I’m posting for @toomanystoriessolittletime​‘s Christmas Writing Challenge. I’ll list that one first.

If you have a request for a song/character/date, shoot me an ask and I’ll add it to this post, otherwise I’ll fill the rest with my own ideas. Either way, I’ll be posting a song every day for the 25 days of Christmas. We’re about to hit my favorite time of year, and I’m excited!

The Christmas Song, by Nat King Cole - Captain Syverson (requested by yours truly)

 Santa Baby, by Eartha Kitt - Napoleon Solo (requested by @emyearns)

 Beautiful Christmas, by Big Time Rush - Henry Cavill (requested by @wondersofdreaming)

 Under the Mistletoe, by Justin Beiber - Captain Syverson (requested by @foodieforthoughts)

 Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, by Judy Garland - Walter Marshall (requested by @mary-ann84)

 O Holy Night, by Celine Dion - August Walker (requested by @the-soot-sprite)

 Baby It’s Cold Outside, by Michael Bublé - Henry Cavill (requested anonymously)

 All I Want for Christmas, by Mariah Carey - August Walker (requested by @littlefreya)

 Snowed In, by Conor Matthews - Henry Cavill (requested by yours truly)

 Do You Hear What I Hear? by Whitney Houston - Henry Cavill (requested by  @beck07990​)

 Cold December Night, by Michael Buble - Henry Cavill (requested anonymously)

 Blue Christmas, by Elvis Presley - Charles Brandon (requested anonymously)

 Underneath the Tree, by Kelly Clarkson - Walter Marshall (requested by @toooldforobssessions)

 Last Christmas, by Wham! - Henry Cavill (requested by @luclittlepond​)

 White Christmas, by Bing Crosby - Napoleon Solo (requested by @crimsonrae​)

 Santa Tell Me, by Ariana Grande - August Walker (requested by @agniavateira​)

 Here Comes Santa Clause, by Gene Autry - Henry Cavill (requested by @neganslucille1994​)

 I’ll Be Home For Christmas, by Bing Crosby - Walter Marshall (requested by @luna-aestas​)

Same Auld Lang Syne, by Dan Fogelberg - Clark Kent (requested by @thelastsock​)

 Mary Did You Know, by Pentatonix - Walter Marshall (requested anonymously)

Let It Snow, by Frank Sinatra - Clark Kent (requested by @aletheladyinred​)

O Come All Ye Faithful, by Pentatonix - Captain Syverson (requested by @meb79mydragonateyourunicorn​)

Santa Clause is Comin’ to Town, by Bruce Springsteen - Henry Cavill (requested by @allememaggies​)

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen - August Walker (requested by @constip8merm8​) 

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause by Jackson 5 - Captain Syverson (requested by @hell1129-blog​)

Thanks everyone!! I didn’t think this was gonna be as popular as it was but I’m excited to sing for y’all! I’m attempting background tracks this time, so fingers crossed that it works!

[ladyreapermc]

Birthday Challenge Master List

Day 1 (1990) - It must have been love by Roxette (Walter Marshal for @ly--canthrope​

Day 2 (1991) - More than Words by Extreme (John Wick for @caryled​)

Day 3 (1992) - Bohemian Rapasody by Queen (Karl Urban for @whizzer1320)

Day 4 (1993) - I will always love you by Whitney Houston (Keanu Reeves for @baphometwolf666)

Day 5 (1994) - Linger by The Cranberries (young!Keanu for anon)

Day 6 (1995) - Back for Good by Take That (Jack Traven for @penwieldingdreamer)

Day 7 (1996) - Un-Break my Heart by Toni Braxton (Henry Cavill for anon)

Day 8 (1997) - Wannabe by Spicegirls (Henry Cavill for anon)

Day 9 (1998) - One Week by Barenaked Ladies (Keanu Reeves for @ivymiiru)

Day 10 (1999) - Man! I feel like a woman by Shania Twain (Walter Marshal for @stexphmxlls)

Day 11 (2000) - Say my Name by Destiny’s Child (Keanu Reeves for @iworshipkeanureeves)

Day 12 (2001) - Thank You by Dido (Johnny Utah for @ruggile)

Day 13 (2002/2003)  Underneath it all by No Doubt ft. Lady Shaw (John Constantine for @meetmeinthematinee)

Day 14 (2004) - Someday by Nickelback (Henry Cavill for @penwieldingdreamer)

Day 15 (2005) - La Tortura by Shakira ft. Alessandro Sanz (John Constantine @jinchanyeolstolemysoul)

Day 16 (2006) - I write sins not tragedies by Panic! at the Disco (John Constantine for @ficsnroses)

Day 17 (2007) - Irreplaceable by Beyoncé (Keanu Reeves for anon)

Day 18 (2008) - Hot ‘n’ Cold by Katy Perry (John Wick for anon)

Day 19 (2009) - Please don’t leave me by Pink (John Wick for @ficsnroses)

Day 20 (2010) - Bad Romance by Lady Gaga (John Wick for @omg-imagine)

Day 21 (2011) - Moves like Jagger by Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera (Johnny Utah for anon)

Day 22 (2012) - Rumor Has It by Adele (Napoleon Solo for @deep-in-my-thoughts13)

Day 23 (2013) - I knew you were trouble by Taylor Swift (Richard Madden for @toomanystoriessolittletime​)

Day 24 (2014) - Let it Go by Indina Menzel (Walter Marshal for @omgkatinka​)

Day 25 (2015) - Take me to Church by Hozier (August Walker for anon)

Day 26 (2016) - Treat you Better by Shawn Mendes (Keanu Reeves for anon)

Day 27 (2017) - Havana by Camila Cabello (Henry Cavill for @theolsdalova​)

Day 28 (2018) - Call out my Name by The Weeknd (Henry Cavill for @fanficsrusz​)

Day 29 (2019) - Thank you, Next by Ariana Grande (Napoleon Solo for @toomanystoriessolittletime​)

Day 30 (2020) TNT by AC/DC (John Constantine for @darkjedipoptarts​)

I’m a dumbass who skipped 2003 the first time around (Do not come for me Freud LOL), so yeah. Underneath it All has two years. 

[fics-not-tragedies]

Oneshots masterlist

💦 smut | 🌻 fluff | 🔪 stab-in-the-back-angst | 💧 cry-baby-angst | 🩸 bloody-hell | 🔥 hellish fire | 👌🏻 personal favorite | 👏🏻 readers favorite | 📛 trigger warning | ❗ AU |

Loaded like a weapon  🌻💦👏🏻

(John Wick) Being the Sommelier at The Continental was never an easy job, but when John Wick himself arrives at The Armory before his new job, you try your very best to please him with the new weapons.

Sharpen your knife 💦👏🏻

(John Wick; sequel to “Loaded like a weapon”; knife play, dirty talk) Your knowledge of weapons is a huge turn on for John and things gets heated.

In the heat of the morning  |  In the heat of the morning: Part 2 💦

(John Wick; shower sex, just loads of sex) With his strict morning routine you decide to disturb John’s hot shower and make things even more steamy.

Stop making the eyes at me 🌻💧

(Keanu Reeves) Knowing Keanu for few years made falling in love with him easier. Being afraid of showing your feelings made not a single thing easier.

Spend the evening with me 💦👏🏻

(Keanu Reeves; sequel to “Stop making the eyes at me”; first time) After few months of dating you spend your evening at Keanu’s place. He cooks a lovely dinner for you two and after it you decide that it’s the right moment to take things between you two on another level.

Taxi ride home 💦👌🏻

(John Wick; sex in a taxi) After you wait for him at the airport to pick him up from his flight back home, things turn rather steamy in the taxi as you two are riding to your house.

My baby always threatens to leave  🔪💧

(John Wick) John tends to take too many contracts, he’s away for most of the time. He’s a workaholic, but he fails to admit that. After he’s back home from one of the jobs you threaten to leave him if he doesn’t “take it easy” on the work.

Trouble written in dirt on her knees  💦👌🏻

(John Wick; in which you’re an assassin too) John finds you in some party place in short dress and scraped knees. A false assumption follows.

Wake up in the mood 💦

(Keanu Reeves) You wake up from a naughty dream next to Keanu and he starts to tease you about it.

If you found this is probably too late  💧

(John Wick; sequel to “My baby always threatens to leave”) He crossed the line and you decide to leave him.

Is forever for you? 🌻 💧

(Keanu Reeves) You and Keanu are together for a long time, but due to your non matching schedules you feel like you’re growing apart.

Read a book (or two) 🌻👌🏻

(John Wick) You work in a bookstore and one time a handsome stranger stops by it to look for new read.

It feels good to be alone with you 💦🌻👌🏻

(young!Keanu Reeves) It’s your first time with 90s Keanu.

Hokey Cokey with the opposite sex 💦

(John Wick) After you tell John that you want to have a baby with him, he discovers a new kink he has.

Dirty little secret | Dirty little secret [2] 💦

(John Wick) John found your vibrator while cleaning the house and he’s a bit jealous of it.

Into the Devil’s arms 💦🔥

(Constantine ft. Lucifer) He has a surprised visitor and things turn hot as hell 😈

Your boyfriend’s best friend 💦

(Keanu Reeves; Chad Stahelski) You, Keanu and his best friend Chad spend an evening together.

Fine mess 💦

(Constantine ft. Lucifer) You are in a three-way relationship with Constantine and Lucifer.

She does the woods 💦

(John Wick) You spend a small vacation with John in the woods somewhere and you decide to go on a long walk with him.

Gloomy afternoon  🌻👌🏻

(Keanu Reeves) On a rainy afternoon you decide to bother Keanu as he’s memorizing lines for another role.

January blues  💧🌻

(Keanu Reeves) You’re missing Keanu on a cold, snowy January day.

Angel Of Small Death & Temptation 💦🔥

(Constantine) You are the demon Satan sent down on Earth to tempt John and damn his soul straight to Hell.

The ties that bind 💦

(John Wick) John brags how great he is at solving knots, so he challenges you to tie his hands behind his back and blow him, making him cum before he can undo the knot.

The getaway car 💦

(John Wick) John’s to do a huge job and asks you to be his getaway driver. He’s more than surprised when he sees your car handling skills which leads to him demanding you to stop in some dead end alley, so he can show you how grateful he is for your help.

Attention [1]  [2] 💦

(John Wick) You meet up with your childhood friend and John gets really jealous about him.

Live TV 🌻

(Keanu Reeves) You and Keanu are both guests on a talk-show. When he gets asked about if he saw any of your movies he confess that in fact he’s a really big fan of yours and he respects you for being true in what are you doing outside of your work.

Come and stay with us 💦❗

(John Wick AU; with Jonathan Pine from “The Night Manager”) Visiting Cairo was never supposed to bring so much fun and excitement as it did. |part of @toomanystoriessolittletime​​‘s birthday writing challenge|

You take my self control 💦

You are coming back home from a meeting with your friend only to find Santino under the shower.

Forgive my jealousy 💦👌🏻

You’re at the beginning of dating Santino and as he is late for one evening you planned to spent together, you catch the eye of some other Italian, which leads to Santino causing a scene.

Under the quarantine [1] [2] 🔪💦❗

Santino is locked with John in a hotel room that overlooks the stunning Piazza Navona. The Italian man's being an asshole like he always is and Wick gets really angry.

Early mornings 🌻💦

You wake up from a naughty dream that Santino decides to turn into reality.

Claimed 💦

You’re surprised when from your balcony you see Santino having a smoke at the stairway that leads to your house. Turns out he came to you to claim the Marker you gave him few years ago.

Be a good boy 💦

Santino hasn’t slept for few days due to another business he has to finish, but you’re here to submit him into the bed.

First impressions 🌻

You’re meeting Santino’s parents for the first time at a dinner where you’re supposed to make a huge announcement, but instead on focusing on you the D’Antonios scold Santino for being too reckless.

Is this what you wanted? 💦

Santino sees how you sign to Ares that you’ve never had an orgasm and he tells you that he can easily resolve that issue.

Suit it up 💦

You’re Santino’s tailor and one day he visits your store right before the closing time. 

Italian anger 🔪💦

You were offered to Santino as a gift from your family that wanted to repair their relationship with the D’Antonios. After you two got married you absolutely loathed him, but one day when you walk into the conference room in the middle of a meeting he does something that changes your opinion on him. 

No sweeter innocence 💦❗ 

(vampire!Santino D’Antonio) Your vampire lover takes a good care of you.

Curiosity becomes a heavy load 💧🌻

(Riccardo Scamarcio) You’re dating Riccardo for some time now and there’s a slight age gap between you two that never was a real issue. Not until you started to read comments about you two online 

D R A B B L E S:

Keanu Reeves

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 ]

John Wick

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 ]

Constantine

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 ]

Jonathan Harker

[ 1 | 2 | 3 ]

Johnny Utah

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 ]

Neo

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 ]

dr Julian Mercer

[ 1 | 2 ]

Jack Traven

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]

Riccardo Scamarcio

[ 1 ]

Santino D’Antonio

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 ]

Hozier

[ 1 | 2 ]

Henry Cavill

[ 1 ]

Captain Syverson

[ 1 ]

August Walker

[ 1 ]

Napoleon Solo

[ 1 | 2 ]

[supersoldiersruined-me]

Kinktober 2019 Daily Challenge

You will find the entirety of my entries in this list. As it is a kink challenge, everything is written for 18+ people, with 18+ people. Additional tags will be added to each entry individually, but nothing contains domestic violence, abuse, etc. Some of them are joined with other challenges, some are second parts to works I already have started. Everything is female insert unless specified. I hope this is up to everyone’s expectations! 

Banner, and challenge : @ruckystarnes

Thank you for hosting this great challenge Rae! 💖

If anyone wants to be tagged for this challenge feel free to fill this form (x)! :)

DAY 1: Spanking (Frank Adler x Reader) DAY 2: Dirty talk (nomad!Steve x Natasha) DAY 3: Edging (Bucky x Reader) DAY 4: Multiple penetrations (Henry x Chris x Reader) DAY 5: Glory Hole (40s Stucky) DAY 6: Angry Sex (40s Stucky) DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation (Bucky x Reader) DAY 8: Wax play (Lucifer x Reader) DAY 9: Oral (Zachary Levi x Reader) DAY 10: Plugs WIP (will be posted seperately) DAY 11: Bondage / Restraint (Jim Hopper x Reader) DAY 12: Biting (Male/Female) DAY 13: Worship (pre-serum!Steve x plus size!Reader) DAY 14: Non-bed WIP (fic will be posted seperately) DAY 15: Aphrodisiac (Chris Evans x Reader) DAY 16: Mask (BuckyNat) DAY 17: Kife play (Maria Hill x reader) DAY 18: Orgy (Stucky highschool AU) DAY 19: Dom/Sub DAY 20: Masturbation DAY 21: Breath play (Henry Cavill x Reader) DAY 22: Lingerie (Stucky) DAY 23: Public/Exhibition (Lucifer) DAY 24: Body Swap (Chris & Steve) DAY 25: Lap Dance/Striptease (Frank x reader) DAY 26: Seduction (Steggy nurse AU) DAY 27: Facesitting (Chris x reader) DAY 28: Swinging/SO Swapping DAY 29: Phone/Cyber Sex  DAY 30: Grinding (Henry x reader)(Not posted as part of challenge)

[wondersofdreaming]

what's on your WIP list?

Ha! You don’t wanna know. It’s miles long.

But here’s a peek:

Henry Cavill: (This is about 25% of what’s on my actual list)

@viking-raider​‘s emotion challenge: Happy

Lost Boys - need to finish it

A one shot inspired by an Ed Sheeran Song

A one shot inspired by a William Blake poem

A one shot inspired by a day of gardening that I did a week ago

Something inspired by Nordic Mythology

Something inspired by The Iliad/The Aeneid/The Odyssey

A one shot inspired by some BTS of Mission: Impossible - Fallout

A one shot inspired by a Ghost song

A one shot inspired by a Sugarbabes song

A one shot inspired by an Alphabeat song

Etc.

Alexander Skarsgård:

I did 1 out of 9 in the making, and I’m thinking of writing the other 8 as well.

He needs a Disney prince one shot as well

Chris Evans:

A Disney prince one shot

And I have an anonymous smutty request that I’m trying to write, but I’m lacking inspiration - but it will come!

Jason Momoa:

A one shot inspired by a poem written by E.E. Cummings

A one shot inspired by a LeAnn Rimes song

Thank you for asking!

And if you want to ask for a request, please fill my askbox!

[imnotwolverine]

The marriage pact - Epilogue

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 25 | Part 26 Epilogue 

Disclaimer: Fluffer the fluff

Author’s note: This is it. The final chapter of this lovely romcom long fic. It was such a joy to write, especially the little moments of banter between family, friends and Henry and Alice. And, this was also the first time ever that I posted a fic chapter EACH DAY, for nearly a month (which was intense, but..mission accomplished!!). I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it and please do check out my other works in my Masterlist. ❤️

Word count: 1.351

Dear diary,

Today Henry asked me to be his girlfriend. And I said yes. So I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. He also tried to kiss me. But it went absolutely terribly. I mean. The date was nice. We went to the zoo. We watched the otters, since they’re my favourite and Henry held my hand the entire time, just like otters do. Just so they don’t drift away from each other.

But yea..so we kissed. Sort of. There was wind, and hair, and my braces, and it all went so wrong I just had to leave. It was so bad. I couldn’t even hold his hand without feeling embarrassed. And then on the way home we also saw our primary school teacher, Mrs. Millie, and we had to talk to her. We were both still so embarrassed.

Ugh. Anyways. Now I’m not so sure anymore if we’re still really together. A first kiss should be perfect, right? It’s the pinnacle of love, the make or breaker. The…oh.. I think I screwed it up.

I didn’t even hold his hand on the way back.

Oh I am going to die alone now, am I?

It was late at night and I stood there flipping through that very old diary, holding back laughter. Henry looked up from his squatted down position in the corner, his hands carefully placing his book collection in boxes. We were right in the process of cleaning out the office, and part of that operation was clearing out our vast collection of books and administration work.

And, well..my diaries. 

‘What are you laughing at?’ He inquired, looking up with a raised eyebrow.

‘Oh..it’s so silly. My diary from when I was young. The first kiss story.’ I grinned at him and he chuckled in turn. ‘I see.’

‘You can read it too if you want.’ I reached out my diary to him and he blinked, slightly surprised. ‘Isn’t that..a secret?’

‘Hahaha..Hen. I have no secrets from you. In fact I’m quite sure you know me better than I know myself by this point.’

‘Do I now?’ He winked, then stood up and took the diary from me. A small sky blue book with slightly yellowed pages, the front cover completely covered in stickers and labels with “inspiring quotes”. He grinned and turned open the book, flipping through it like I had just moments earlier.

‘Well I never knew you kept a diary.’ He hummed, stopping on a page from one summer later. Us meeting again after he got back from boarding school. Older, less chubby, more confident. He smiled as his eyes glided over the page, his finger caressing the thick paper. ‘Well, now you do.’ I sniffled and moved in behind him, wrapping my arms around his chest.

Quite a challenge as my belly was starting to grow pretty big now.

‘Mmm..this is so adorable.’ Henry sniffled, then started to quote: ‘I baked him a cake today. And I’m pleased to announce it was the best cake ever. At least, he said so..’ - ‘UGH that way too sugary cake? Oh my..I remember that one.’

We both laughed and Henry turned slightly, gesturing me to come lean into his arms instead - far easier as he did not sport a 7-month pregnant belly. Smiling at each other, our faces slowly melted together, lips locking in a familiar kiss, a..

‘Mommy..’ A mousy voice spoke from the doorway, little Sam standing there in his Star Wars pyjamas with a large pout on his face, his tumble of chocolate curls reminding me of his daddy when he was but a young bird. Me and Henry both turned, unlocking from our embrace to turn our attention to the sleepy-though-not-sleepy-enough toddler.

‘I can’t sleep.’ Sam mumbled, his hand rubbing over his eyes.

‘Oh were we being too loud baby?’ I squatted down and opened my arms for him to come closer, but all he did was shake his head, looking back to his bedroom door. ‘Can you..can you read me a ..’ He looked up at Henry. ‘..story?’

Henry sniffled and reached out a hand to pull me back up - a simple gesture that sure was appreciated - his voice warm and soft as he spoke: ‘But of course Samsam. And it’s your lucky night. Both mommy AND daddy are going to tuck you in, how about that, hm?’ With great ease he picked up Sam, pulling him safely in his chest as we all moved to the little boy’s room, a tiny night light the only thing we could see as we walked in.

—

Henry’s voice lulled through Sam’s bedroom as we all listened. Sam was stretched out beneath his duvet, with me sitting on top of the duvet next to him, propped up against the headboard, and Henry comfortable seated in the reading chair.

‘And..Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream - Lingering in the golden gleam - Life, what is it but a dream?

The End.’

Henry closed the red velvet bound book, a special rendering of Alice in Wonderland, and smiled at me as we both watched Sam happily snoozing beneath his spaceship themed duvet. The hour had grown quite late and I let out a large yawn, stretching myself slightly as I manoeuvred to the edge of Sam’s small bed, careful not to wake him, before my hazy eyes looked at Henry as he placed the book on the little night stand, sitting up as well.

‘Quite a dream indeed.’ I smiled, yawning again as we quietly tip toed out of Sam’s room, closing his door until it was only slightly ajar. Henry hummed and conjured my diary back from his sweater pocket. ‘Now I do have one question, dear wife of mine.’ We continued to walk to our bedroom as it was clear that emptying out the study would have to be continued another time. ‘Mmm..’ I hummed, looking at him over my shoulder.

‘How many of these damn copies have you made?’ He removed a piece of paper that was inserted in my diary.

The Marriage Pact.

I gasped in playful shock and quietly swatted his arm. ‘More than too many, Mr. Cavill.’ He laughed. ‘And why is that, Mrs. Cavill?’

‘Oh you know me, I didn’t want to risk losing you over something as silly as my forgetfulness.’ I winked, making him laugh just a touch too loud. 

Quickly he pressed a hand over his mouth, before peering over his shoulder, a relieved sigh escaping his lips as he didn’t hear any movement from Sam’s room - our baby bear was a terribly light sleeper.

‘Would you EVER forget about me, hmm?’ He continued in an even more quiet voice, our feet now carrying us into our bedroom, the thick carpet silencing our steps.

I sniffled. ‘I don’t know. You better make sure I don’t.’ I winked, making his smile grow even wider. ‘Well, dear wife, did you know that otters hold each others hands when they sleep?’ He placed my diary on his night stand - reading entertainment for another time - and reached out my hand. I slowly shook my head and took his hand in mine. ‘Is that so?’

‘It is.’

‘And why is that, dear husband?’

‘Ah, it’s quite sweet actually.’

‘Mmm.’ I hummed as we slowly closed the distance between us. Closer and closer still, his hands turning us in something similar to a dance stance - albeit slightly more awkward with my large belly in between us.

‘They do so, so they do not drift apart.’

‘Haha..oh..I better hold on tight then, hmm?’

We both sniffled, our feet starting to shuffle on an imaginary tune, eyes locking in great tenderness.

This was it, dear readers. Everything I had ever wanted, and more. That darn pact, the original one, now hanging proudly on our bedroom wall. Because, despite us not ever truly using it for its original purpose, it did bring us something we both had been looking for, for far too long.

A family of our own.  

The real end.

--

Ali

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[thesoftdumbass]

365 day reblog challenge ~ July

This year I’m participating in the lovely @beccaanne814​ wonderful challenge, designed to recognize authors and overall spread some love throughout whatever fandom that holds your fancy! Below are a bunch of amazing stories that I’d recommend you all check out.

Links below the cut 🖤

1 ~ Home by @ffangirlingsince2001​ ~ Geralt

2 ~ Ride On by @nastybuckybarnes​ ~ Geralt

3 ~ Beautiful and Damned by @dreamwritesimagines​ ~ Geralt

4 ~ soft by @sebastianstanismyobsession​ ~ Steve Rogers 

5 ~ a friend in me by @tintinwrites​ ~ Poe Dameron

6 ~ All of Me by @starryeyedstories​ ~ Din Djarin

7 ~ dear theodosia by @lacefuly ~ Din Djarin

8 ~ one more dance by @ficsandcatsandficsandcats​ ~ Jaskier 

9 ~ pragma by @softpedropascal​ ~ Frankie Morales

10 ~ Together by @willowtriestowrite​ ~ Henry Cavill

11 ~ Show Me How You Like It Done by @princess-of-riviaa​ ~ Clark Kent

12 ~ Window Panes Are Alpine’s Games by @coffee-with-bucky​ ~ Bucky Barnes

13 ~ Quick, Kiss Me! by @buckysknifecollection​ ~ Sam Wilson

14 ~ nothing could be finer by @tintinwrites​ ~ Santiago Garcia x reader x Frankie Morales

15 ~ A Witchy Kinda Love by @buckys-forgotten-plum​ ~ Bucky Barnes

16 ~ the one with all the inappropriate jokes by @milleniumvalcon​ ~ Poe Dameron

17 ~ It Will Come Back (part 9) by @mylifeliterally​ ~ Poe Dameron

18 ~ nothing could be finer (part 2) by @tintinwrites​ ~ Santiago Garcia x reader x Frankie Morales

19 ~ picnic by @softpedropascal​ ~ Frankie Morales

20 ~ lazy morning by @b0n-chann​ ~ Frankie Morales

21 ~ Let These Words Spill by @tropicalcap​ ~ Steve Rogers

22 ~ Enhanced Training by @bkwrm523​ ~ Agent Washington

23 ~ moving day by @mandoplease​ ~ Santiago Garcia x reader x Frankie Morales

24 ~ Impression by @writefasttalkevenfaster​ ~ Spencer Reid

25 ~ Metallica by @whirlybirbs​ ~ Santiago Garcia

26 ~ Somewhat Worse for the Wear by @aellynera​ ~ Santiago Garcia

27 ~ Like A Pastel Masterpiece by @girlwithanewplan​ ~ Frankie Morales

28 ~ A Sky Full Of Stars by @themandadlorian​ ~ Frankie Morales

29 ~ You could’ve warned me! by @ivegotbreadinmypants​ ~ Geralt x Jaskier

30 ~ Serendipity by @riviawitch3r​ ~ Geralt x reader x Jaskier

31 ~ Shrinking Violet, Tall Poppy by @veuliee2​ ~ Santiago Garcia

[the-kool-kyle]

Alita Battle Angel Review

Alita Battle Angel to put it simply is a visually stunning, well acted, entertaining and fun to watch action that doesn’t have much going on with it's plot and characters. While it is Robert Rodriguez's best movie in recent years and has some of the most impressive CGI this side of Avatar and action that will keep you entertained the other half of the film falls flat due to it's poor screenplay, lack in character development and a plot that was just all over the place. However to some people this movie is considered a great live adaptation of the manga but to others a typical CGI fuelled action movie that they will immediately forget about as soon as their home from the theatre.

This movie is based off a cyberpunk styled japanese Manga series of the same name that takes place in a devastated earth after a great war set in the 25th century where humans cyborg humanoids struggle to survive in their poverty stricken world known as “Iron City” while trying to reach the wealthy city that lives above them known as “Zalem”. The film and Manga both follow the story of a martial arts Cyborg heroine known as “Alita” and her many other friends as well as enemies that well get to later in the review.

Now unfortunately this film's story is probably one of it's weakest points. While for most people it's par the course for them to the fans of the manga it felt like a poor structured plot that doesn't quite live up to it's source material. Primarily because it story covers the first 4 issues of the manga it failed to fit all of the critical plot points in and left out many critical moments of character development and world building. It seems this movie feel victim to the similar problem that “The Last Airbender” suffered from and by that I mean it crammed in so much plot into a roughly 2 hour movie that it failed to make room or even focus on the point of the movie. Plus it was really desperate to get to next epic fight scene and over the top action sequence that it felt rushed at times. So while ABA's source material was rich and interesting this movie's plot wasn't.

Now the main reason this film wasn't a total disaster is because of it's action! The fights and action sequences are without doubt some of the best I've seen in recent years it's fast, well shot even in the slow motion matrix styled shots and completely over the top. It really does a great job in capturing the martial arts styled fighting with Alita and the crazy oversized weapons and hidden gadget attacks the other cyborgs use through the movie. It is just a lot of fun to see the characters go toe to toe with each other and can be watch over and over and still looks amazing. So if all you care about in your movies is action then you won't be disappointed.

This movie has probably one of the most beautifully designed and well detailed worlds in the last decade it's just another one of those movies that looks amazing and needs to be seen at the cinema to be experienced at it's full potential. It's CGI, motion capture, set pieces and visuals are all oscar worthy. The many characters, robots, cyborgs and humans look really cool with their Japanese cyberpunk style appearances especially Alita herself. But I have to be honest in some of the scenes some the cyborgs with humans faces looked a little fake at times which is understandable since it can be a challenge since this whole movie is about badass looking cyborgs. So while they don't always look amazing it's something that won't bother most of us since they mainly in the fast paced action scenes. The city of “Iron City” looks exactly like what it is like in the comics with it's japanese styled buildings with a bit of futuristic touch to fit in with the time it's in. So this movie has visuals and CGI that could win an award.

The film's main character “Alita” is a powerful, strong, warm and emotional character that is brought to life brilliantly well by her actress Rosa Salazar who is just phenomenal. She is instantly steals the show with her heroism, bravery and humanity but sadly since this film cut out major plot points from the manga it feels like she could have become the more powerful and inspiring character she was in the source material. One thing a feel I should mention is....Alita's big bulging eyes. While they aren't as bad as Henry Cavil's mouth from Justice League they are as equally distracting. But I guess that's the whole point since their meant to look like a japanese anime character. But none the less...very distracting.

The movie's other characters felt a little wasted and underused. Especially Alita's adoptive father Dr Dyson Ido played by oscar winner Christoph Waltz this actor's talents felt like a missed opportunity to build a strong father daughter relationship with Alita and he felt more like the boring rule explainer guy. The movie's villains (like many villains these days) were pretty boring and dull compared to the other characters in this movie and were ultimately more forgettable than the villains from a few other comic book movies.

So in conclusion Alita Battle Angel wasted it's supporting actors, had a plot that felt less like a well structured story and more like a loud dumb action blockbuster that doesn't full respect it's source material and characters. But has action, visuals and a perfect leading actress that kept it from being a total disaster plus it tried and succeed in doing something new with movies these days. But I have to be honest it's really desperate to set up a sequel and I never had high expectations for this movie since it was first announced.

Final Verdict 7/10

[ibilenews]

Coronavirus: Nigerian state sacks epidemiologist for allegedly refusing to manipulate test figures

The Akwa Ibom State epidemiologist, Aniekeme Uwah, has been sacked by the state government under controversial circumstances.

An epidemiologist is a medical professional whose focus is mainly on the study and containment of disease outbreak, such as the COVID-19 pandemic, within a population.

Mr Uwah, a former chairman of the Nigerian Medical Association (NMA), Akwa Ibom State branch, was leading the fight against the spread of the coronavirus in the state as the state epidemiologist until his sudden removal on Friday.

He was among the African doctors honoured in 2019 by the African Union for their contributions to the fight against the deadly Ebola virus in Liberia.

There are 11 confirmed cases of the coronavirus in Akwa Ibom State as of April 25.

The news of Mr Uwah’s removal first filtered into Facebook and Twitter on Friday afternoon before the state government, through the Commissioner for Health, Dominic Ukpong, later confirmed it a day after in a statement issued around 9 p.m. on Saturday.

The information that circulated on Facebook had it that Mr Uwah was removed for pushing in more samples for COVID-19 testing against the number ‘approved’ by the Commissioner for Health in Akwa Ibom, Dominic Ukpong.

Several media aides of Governor Udom Emmanuel scrambled on Facebook on Saturday to counter the information but ended up doing a poor job, posting contradictory and some hard-to-believe stories – in one of the stories, they claimed the sacked epidemiologist hung up a call against the governor. Mr Uwah had not spoken with the governor on the phone. He only had a meeting with the governor two days before he was sacked, PREMIUM TIMES learnt.

“Reason” for his removal

Most people in Akwa Ibom were still confused or completely in the dark by Friday on why the state epidemiologist was sacked, until the spokesperson of the NMA in the state, Emmanuel John, went on a live radio interview on Saturday morning to say what he knew about the development.

“As at when the commissioner for health called Dr Aniekeme Uwah not to test more than 10 persons, Dr Uwah had already tested 19 persons,” Mr John, a medical doctor, said in the interview with Inspiration FM, Uyo.

“The 20th person waiting to be tested when the call came was a senior doctor, a nephrologist who had been exposed to COVID-19 and is self-isolating at the moment.

“What Dr Uwah did by testing 31 persons who met the case definition saved this state grand embarrassment if the people waiting to be tested were turned back for no clinical reason, and also saved the society from community infection, should they turn positive.”

Mr John said the removal of the epidemiologist was one of the most unfortunate things to have happened in Akwa Ibom State.

He said about 84 persons have been tested for the coronavirus in Akwa Ibom State so far.

“When we have a medical doctor who begins to talk about the politics of testing, it’s a shame. It is not acceptable. In medicine, we call it infamous conduct.”

The NMA spokesperson was asked if there was any rationale for testing some samples and leaving out some.

“There is no explanation,” Mr John responded.

“Before a doctor, every patient is equal. Why would you test one and leave the other? It is a bad medical practice, it is a bad public health practice.

“Some state governments who are doing this, they are banking on the fact that these symptoms can be self-limiting for some people with strong immunity. We understand what they are thinking, ‘Oh, if we do not test, the person may have the symptoms and then the person may recover on his own and then it is not recorded for us’.

“I want to say here, at the end of COVID-19, no state governor is going to receive a fund for not having so many cases. If there is anything, a government will get money for having a lot of cases. International partners do not take their money to where there are no challenges.”

Akwa Ibom government keeps mum

The health commissioner, Mr Ukpong was scheduled to be at the same radio station for a live interview by 12 noon to react to the allegations made by the NMA spokesperson. But he declined after the station had already announced his scheduled appearance.

The commissioner rather requested for a recorded interview to be done elsewhere because he was not comfortable with a live phone-in programme, a source close to Inspiration FM said.

The health commissioner did not respond to calls and text messages from Ibile News.

The Commissioner for Information in Akwa Ibom, Charles Udoh, around 9 p.m. on Saturday sent out a statement signed by Mr Ukpong, informing the public that one Ntiense Umoette has been appointed as the new epidemiologist for the state.

Apart from saying that Ms Umoette’s appointment was “an internal reorganisation to match skills and competence to role”, the statement did not say why the former epidemiologist was sacked.

The information commissioner, Mr Udoh, just like his counterpart in the health ministry, did not respond to calls and text messages from Ibile News.

What appeared to be a semblance of government reaction to the remarks made by the NMA spokesperson came from Facebook posts made by some media aides to Governor Emmanuel.

“The dude spoke like a rascal. I doubt (if) he is a real medical doctor,” Essien Ndueso, a media aide to the governor, said of the NMA spokesperson interview in a post on Facebook.

“He sounded very unprofessional. Reminds of how a typical Buharist sounds,” Cavil Iwang, a pro-government blogger, said, also on Facebook, in support of Mr Ndueso’s comment.

“Buharist” is a term used for people who are ardent supporters of President Muhammadu Buhari.

The number of samples tested for COVID-19 has been a controversial issue in Akwa Ibom. There is a general belief among the people that the state government has not been sincere with its information on sample testing.

“The NCDC publishes the record, we don’t control that process. The tests are not conducted in Akwa Ibom state. ….. I can’t give you that update now because that happens on a regular basis, unless I check with the situation room,” the information commissioner, Mr Udoh, said a few days ago when PREMIUM TIMES asked him how many persons have been tested so far in Akwa Ibom state.

When Ibile News pressed on with the issue, Mr Udoh said, “The first batch that had five cases, we sent 17 samples and then, of course, five of them came back positive. This last batch that we just did, we sent 16 samples, three of them came back positive.”

Mr Udoh went on to say, “The NCDC supplies us test kits, we don’t have the test kits. We are looking to buy but we can’t find it.”

He said explicitly that the number of COVID-19 tests conducted in Akwa Ibom was dependent on the testing kits sent to the state by the Nigeria Centre for Disease Control.

The commissioner before the interview had said the Akwa Ibom State government was planning an “aggressive” COVID-19 testing in the state.

“There is no such thing as aggressive testing in the state,” the NMA spokesperson said in the radio interview.

The controversial removal of the state epidemiologist has obviously set up another round of clash between the health commissioner and medical doctors in the state.

Some weeks ago, the NMA and other health professionals in Akwa Ibom state had passed a vote of no confidence on the health commissioner and called for his immediate removal. The rift was only settled through the intervention of Governor Emmanuel.

Three persons working in Mr Emmanuel’s administration have told Ibile News that they wished the governor could reverse Mr Uwah’s sack and intervene once again in the brewing crisis between the health commissioner and the doctors, for the sake of the fight against the coronavirus.

The information commissioner, Mr Udoh, in the interview with Ibile News said the Akwa Ibom State government is doing its best to fight the pandemic and that residents should trust the administration.

“We need to look at this thing as something that concerns every one of us; it could be anyone the next minute. No one has complete knowledge of this thing, nobody was prepared for this. That is why I am on the street, from morning till night I am on the street because we have a responsibility.

“Along the line we will make mistakes. Along the line, we will take decisions that people don’t quite understand. What we expect is that when people look at all that (we have done), they should say ‘look, this decision, these guys took it in good faith’. If you don’t understand, ask questions, ask for clarification so that together we can win this fight,” the commissioner had said.