#until ogron told them to leave

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Please prompt number 2, if you can of course!!! Ah, Bloom says "Kiss me" only if you can.

I am so fucking sorry you had to wait this long. I hope it doesn't happen again, or at least the wait isn't as long. Hope you enjoy.

Damn wizards. Bloom cursed in her head as another pretty powerful beam was aimed directly at her, only narrowly missing her as she managed to side step it, while she struggled to put on a shield. Of course they had to run to Omega, into the coldest and probably the most dangerous dimension there is. Of course, she was immensely grateful they didn't chose some sort of populated area for this battle, but icicles and sharp objects flying from the ceiling of the cave really weren't her idea of an ideal date. They were more in the realm of an ice witch. The thought of Icy made her shudder and loose focus for a brief second.

"Bloom!" Sharp voice echoed through the cave as another spell flew over her head. She barely managed to turn around to face the one that called her before she was pulled to the side, and what she would come to realize only a second later out of the harms way, when a painful groan rung out next to her. She turned towards the figure the floor and nearly threw up when she saw blood on it.

Valtor was laying on the floor, clutching his bleeding arm with an impressive gash on it, and Bloom would've made a joke about him acting like a prince on a white horse if she wasn't so busy trying to hold the content of her stomach there where it belonged. She stood in a stupor for a few seconds but another painful groan snapped her out of it. She dropped down next to Valtor in a crouch as her hands roamed over the injury,as if she wasn't sure what she should do.

"Layla don't!" Stella's shriek made her turn around only to see Layla disappear after the wizards, that she didn't even realize stopped throwing spells at them, deeper into the Omega. Bloom turned back towards Valtor who gripped her arm and gently shoved her away from her as he struggled to stand up. She wanted to ask what the hell is he doing when she noticed Brandon rushing towards them as Morgana held a shield to protect her warrior fairies and specialists.

"Go after them!" Valtor was shouting words at her but his voice seemed muffled, almost as if she was hearing him through a thick fog, compared to the loud noise falling debris made as it collided with the icy floor.

She shook her head negative. "You're hurt! I can fix it! I just need a couple of minutes!" She saw his eyes widen comically as Brandon finally reached them and grabbed Valtor under his good arm and hauled him up. Bloom rose with them, her hand with magic, gathered in the coiled fist, still hovered above his wound.

Valtor shook off Brandon's hands as he leaned closer to Bloom and gripped her forearms. "They need you more than I do! Layla needs you! I'll be alright! Now go give those wizards hell!" When he healized she was still hesitating and that she was about to protest, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to himself as his forhead came to rest against her own, which was an unusual sight because he had to bend down quite a bit despite the fact she was in heels and she tilted her head up towards him as far as it would go.

The tension between the two former enemies was palpable from the moment the portal to Gardinia opened and no one was immune to it. Since the now-on-the-good-side Valtor stepped through the gates of Alfea in an effort to combine forces with fairies to battle one of his acquaintances, Ogron, who apparently rubbed him the wrong way in the past, the sparks flying from both guardians of the dragon flame were hard to ignore. Even Sky seemed to recognize the not so innocent glances the two sent to each other on a daily basis, and therefore letting Bloom go seemed like the only rational option. Bloom was pretty sure there was even a bet going on between the specialists and the Winx girls whose primary focus was the relationship of the two guardians. She heard Stella complaining once, when she thought Bloom wasn't listening, about how she will lock them up in a magic room until they... talked their way through their problems. Mind you, talked was not the term Stella used.

Valtor squeezed Bloom's hips in a bruising grip and the flashbacks seemed to evaporate before her eyes. His sharp features slid back into focus and Bloom opened her mouth to say something but Valtor was slightly faster about it. "There is something I've been meaning to talk to you about! But in order to do that you need to go there," he pointed behind her in the direction wizards of the black circle disappeared, "and win this battle!" She opened her mouth again to finally say something only to realize she had nothing to say. She snapped her mouth shut and nodded. "Go! We'll be fine!" And just like that she broke out of his hold and rushed towards the battle sounds.

Valtor turned around on his heels and this time grabbed still shocked Brandon and pulled him towards the protective dome Morgana struggled to keep up. His arm stung unpleasantly but the bleeding stopped and regeneration already started knitting torn ligaments and tissue together. His commanding voice rung out. "Alright, let's get out of here." No one dared to argue, well almost no one.

"What about the girls, we can't just leave them to fight the wizards alone?" The blonde prince was sending glares in Valtor's way but they weren't as hostile as he expected. Valtor turned his head to look at the place where Bloom dissapeared.

"Layla is their responsibility, and besides, we ourselves are more of a liability than help. "

Sky nodded and Valtor grabbed one of the injured fairies while specialists helped the rest as they made their way out.

Ground shook beneath Valtor's feet as an epic battle raged in the tunnels beneath the ground. Valtor could feel pulses of magic, light and dark beams equally strong, until something seemed to happen and light magic prevailed. Valtor held his breath. Time seemed to stop. Not even a single sound was heard. Seconds passed. Until a familiar beating of wings disrupted the eerie silence and six fairies flew out. Valtor's heart climbed into his throat. The winx seemed to be one fairy short, one fiery fairy short to be precise. Valtor focused on the flame raging in his chest as it searched for it's other half. The pull in his chest seemed to get stronger until it almost bursted from it's place of residence when he saw Bloom flying out with Nebula in tow. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as cheers of both the Winx and the rest of the fairies rung through the valley.

The Frutti Music bar was overflowing with people. Andy and his band took the stage as Roxy served drinks to the impatient customers and Klaus hurriedly mixed cocktails behind the bar. Everything seemed to return to normal, almost like nothing happened in the first place. That was one of the things Valtor never understood about humans. No matter how big of a trouble they seemed to find themselves in, they never lost hope. His arm almost healed in the few hours but Flora insisted that he should wear a bandage just in case the wound reopened.

His gaze ran over the bar, searching for a group of six fairies, or more precisely, searching for a head full of bright red hair that somehow always managed to stand apart from every environment and every crowd. He found what he was looking for on the other end of the bar and he made his way towards them. As he drew closer he noticed another blob of silver hair that belonged to only one person Valtor knew. An arm grabbed Valtor's biceps and he turned towards the owner.

Brandon handed him a cocktail and Valtor's confusion must've been pretty obvious because Brandon shrugged and said, "I figured you'd want something to drink before you face Faragonda."

Valtor laughed, a deep sound coming somewhere from his stomach, even his shoulders shook with it. "I am unsure just how much it will help me relax, considering the fact I usually indulge in something a bit stronger... but I appreciate the effort."

"I didn't believe Stella when she told me you can be pleasant to be around."

Valtor raised a questioning eyebrow. "What is your opinion now?"

"That I should always believe what my girlfriend says."

Valtor chuckled. "I'd take that with a grain of salt. After all, I can also be really unpleasant."

"Oh we know." He slapped Valtor on his shoulder. "Good luck man. You'll need it." Valtor had a sneaky suspension Brandon wasn't refering to a meeting with a headmistress of Alfea. He looked at the retrieving back of specialist with a smirk on his face. Who knew not all of them were just fools with an inflamed ego and fancy swords.

He shook his head and took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and then grimaced. The cocktail was definitely something that Stella or Flora would prefer. Fruity and sweet. He stepped towards the group he originally intended to meet and managed to catch what Faragonda was saying. "I'm extremely proud of you girls."

"You should be." His booming voice reached them and Faragonda jumped a bit, startled, as seven pairs of eyes turned towards him. "They did defeat the wizards all by themselves." He locked eyes with Bloom who had a smile on her face and Valtor felt his lips twitch upwards.

"Something happened to your arm Valtor?"

"An icicle fell on it. Just don't tell me you're worried about me Faragonda. I'll start thinking you care." Valtor rolled his eyes as sarcasm dripped from every word.

"What a shame it only grazed your arm. I would think that enormous head of yours makes for a convenient target. It's so massive it probably has it's own gravitational pull." Faragonda smirked and it looked surprisingly evil on her.

"Are you sure you're a fairy and not a witch Faragonda? Might wanna erase that smirk from your face unless you want people to start thinking otherwise. " Valtor looked at her with challenge in his eyes as his lips formed in an evil grin that would scare lesser beings but it only managed to irritate Faragonda.

"Touché Valtor."

"Thank you, I try." He handed the fruity cocktail to Stella that tried really hard to resist laughing at the irritated face of her headmistress, but some giggles still escaped, as she held Flora's arm for support. He turned towards Bloom who now had a hand across her mouth so Faragonda wouldn't see her laughing but the adorable wrinkles around her eyes crinkled, a clear sign she was smiling. He made a gesture with his head that indicated she should come with him when she finally finished laughing and looked at him. He heard Stella squeal in excitement as Flora gasped when Solarian princess gripped her arm. Bloom bit her lip and took Valtor's offered hand as he lead them to the beach and away from the crowd. He heard Stella scream about how 'It's finally happening!' And Flora's gentle voice telling her to calm down because 'You're crushing my arm Stella.'

They walked hand in hand through the crowd, some of the guests giving them weird looks, but Valtor's intimidating form seemed to part the said crowd like a Red sea. She stopped at the exit that lead to the beach, Valtor offering his support while she bent down to take off her shoes because she learned that high heels and sand don't really mix that well. She once again took his hand when her bare feet touched the now pleasantly warm and no longer scorching hot sand but she also went step further, something that greatly surprised Valtor, when she intertwined their fingers.

They walked hand in hand for a while, not daring to break a rather pleasant silence. When they were far enough from praying eyes of the people Valtor finally stopped and turned towards the ocean. He was eager to get Bloom alone but now that they actually were alone he started wondering if it was really a good idea. He felt Bloom's eyes drilling a hole at the back of his neck but he patiently waited for her to make the first move and break the ice so to speak.

"So..." her voice broke through and Valtor turned towards her, "you wanted to talk. Well here we are. What did you want to tell me?"

Valtor chuckled bitterly. "I wanted to talk to you about... us. But now I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

She crossed her arms underneath her chest. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not in the way you would think. I know I... like you." He inhaled sharply, "Dragon, I sound like a teenage boy."

Bloom giggled at that statement but Valtor could see if was forced. "But?"

"I don't know if this will work." Admitting that he didn't know something wasn't simple for him and he realized Bloom knew it as well when her lips pressed together in a small but embarrassed smile. "I know we have... something. Something is obviously here but... will that something be enough to keep us motiva-"

"Kiss me." She interrupted him with a phrase Valtor never thought he would hear directed at him. His mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped. He was shocked into silence.

"W-What?"

"Kiss me." She repeated loud and clear. "You want to know if the chemistry we have will be enough to... get us through it." She lowered her gaze as blush appeared on her cheeks. She shrugged. "It's like a Schrodinger's cat. We won't know unless we try." Her eyes swept across all the surfaces she could find until they locked on Valtor's shocked one's. She squirmed and averted her gaze as she started fidgeting and her arms came to hug herself in order to make herself appear smaller. "Of course if you don't want to that's ok I was just making a sug-"

In all the rush she was in to excuse her impulsive words she failed to notice that Valtor finally got over his shock and has quickly reduced the distance between their bodies. This time it was Bloom that got interrupted as Valtor cupped her face and did exactly what she asked him to do. He sealed their lips together, cutting off her nervous speech in the best way possible. There was no firework or explosion behind closed eyelids, just an incredible heat that coursed through their veins. He felt Bloom's breath hitch but she quickly recovered and her arms came to grip his shoulders as she stood on her tip toes and craned her neck upwards. Valtor chuckled at her attempts to make this easier on him but took pity when she whined and pressed her lips harder against his. He bent down as his tongue swept over her lower lip, asking for a permission that she granted without any resistance, and his arms came to wrap around her waist before he picked her up and she let out a noise of surprise as her feet no longer stood on firm surface.

Bloom was first to break the kiss as her teeth came to bite her already swollen lips. "Wow." It was the first thing she spoke since he kissed her and he laughed at her surprised expression and astonished whisper.

"Wow indeed." He lowered her feet back on the ground but she swayed for a second so he kept his arms on her waist just in case she got light headed. "So... is the cat alive?"

"Alive and kicking." Her hands gripped his shirt.

"Hmmm."

"Maybe we should, ehem, repeat the experiment a few more times... just so we're sure in the result." Valtor's pupils dilated and his grip on her waist tightened.

"We should be careful." His voice was a growl and Bloom shuddered visibly. "We might set something on fire."

"Well," Bloom smiled as she lifted her head up once again and her hands started tugging on his shirt to get him closer. "at least there's an ocean to extinguish any wild fires we might cause."

[selfshipwritingandstuff]

Our First Times: Gantlos

Loving and being loved by the wizards was quite an experience. After Duman and I also began our sexual relationship, I hardly ever slept alone anymore, and the raunchy banter in front of the campfire showed that very clearly. They still talked about the outsiders they seduced, but always with a sly grin at me, and the implication that whatever they did to that stranger, they couldn't wait to try out on me.

But I soon noticed that Gantlos never showed much interest in what our companions were doing to me, and I started feeling a little guilty. To him, it must have looked like we were deliberately excluding him. I promised myself to talk to him about it in private, but that would soon prove to be unnecessary.

"-and that wench was begging for me by the end of it", Ogron finished. His icy blue eyes twinkled with mirth when he met my gaze. "Maybe I'll also make you earn your orgasms in the future, Evie."

I gave him a sultry smirk. "Oh I'd love that."

We were sitting around the campfire again, like we usually did after we set up camp.

„That reminds me“, Duman started. „Whenever we spend our nights at taverns, there are hordes of men oogling you, Evie. Why don‘t you try taking some of them up to your room? Make some conquests of your own.“

„Oh please, as if human men could ever live up to the standards you guys have set.“

Laughter echoed through the night.

„Looks like we ruined our little fairy for humans“, Anagan chuckled.

„Which just means that there‘s more of her for us. Which is absolutely fine by me“, Ogron added.

Suddenly, Gantlos got up. "I'm tired. I think I'll turn in early today." Then he stomped over to his tent without any further explanation.

The cheerful atmosphere around the fire dulled considerably. We all looked at each other with confusion and concern.

"I think I'll go talk to him." I got up and walked over to Gantlos' tent.

As soon as I approached it, I heard sounds from inside. Familiar sounds.

As quietly as I could, I snuck up to the tent flap and pulled it aside just enough to take a peek.

Gantlos was laying on his side, slightly curled up. He had discarded his tunic nexto to his bedroll, and his nose was buried in a piece of fabric that I vaguely recognized as one of my shirts. He was breathing heavily… No, inhaling my scent. My eyes wandered further, over his exposed chest down to where his hand was wrapped around… oh dear.

It took a few seconds for me to fully realize what I was seeing. His pants were pulled down just far enough to reveal his member, and his hand around it. And the sounds I had heard were his moans, though he desperately tried to stifle them. 

I was hypnotized by the movement of his hand up and down the shaft, and his hips thrusting slightly against the rhythm. He was straining to contain the soft gasps and groans spilling from his lips as he pleasured himself. And in between these muffled sounds, I could hear him mumble my name. 

What was I supposed to do now? Let him know that I was there? But I didn't want to embarrass him. Retreat and just casually invite him to my tent the next night? It wouldn't have felt right to let one of the other wizards deal with the arousal Gantlos caused, and I certainly wouldn‘t be able to sleep with the heat coiling between my legs… Especially since he did seem to want me.

I was so busy debating what to do with myself that I didn't notice him stopping what he was doing.

"Enjoying yourself?"

I flinched and my face grew hot. "S-so sorry, Gantlos. We were just worried after you so abprubtly went to your tent and I wanted to see of everything is alright."

"And then you saw what I was doing and decided to watch", he added dryly. "Didn't expect you to be into voyeurism." He turned onto his back, facing me. "Since you seem to have gotten quite a bit of entertainment out of me already, you should return the favor. That's only fair, don't you think?"

I entered the tent with a smile and no hesitation. "What do you want me to do?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't you guess? You saw me touch myself. So now…"

I shed my clothes, slowly exposing myself to him. Then I sank to the ground, legs spread, and let my fingers slide between my legs, tracing the slit up and down, parting the folds and circling the bundle of nerves hidden between them. Gantlos watched me with great interest, but didn't continue touching himself.

Shivers went up and down my spine while I continued touching myself, gently pinching and rubbing my clit until my fingers were coated in my juices. With the other hand, I began to play with my breasts, kneading them, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I moaned softly and rolled my hips against my own hand. The heat intensified, my pelvis tensed up and I was about to come-

"Enough."

I stopped, breathing heavily, and looked at him with bewilderment. "W-what?"

He sat up. "I told you to stop." Then he beckoned me over. "Come here."

I crawled over to him until I was within reach of his hands. Then he grabbed me and made me lay across his lap, so his erection was pressing against my stomach. "Say, did Ogron ever let you experiment with pain?"

The question caused a tingling in my nether region. "Not yet." 

His hand gently slid over my bare backside. "Would you like to?"

I considered it for a moment. "Will you stop if I ask you to?"

"Immediately and with no questions asked." 

I shifted a little, trying to get more comfortable. "Go ahead then."

The first spank echoed through the tent, leaving a slight stinging on my skin, but not in an unpleasant way. I could get used to this.

"How was that? Too hard?"

"No… No it's good. Go on."

Another slap followed. Then another, and another, and I reacted to each one with a soft, delighted gasp. With every movement, my body rubbed against the tip of Gantlos' member, covering my stomach in a thin coat of his precum. 

The pain of the spanking didn't stop my arousal; in fact, I seemed to get more aroused with every slap until I was dripping wet and wanted nothing more than for Gantlos to fill me.

He stopped, and let his hand slip between my legs as if to check if I was ready. He leaned over me and whispered in my ear:"Looks like you're enjoying yourself. You're so wet already."

I whimpered. "Gantlos, please take me. I'm going crazy. I need you so badly."

His grin faded and he let out a growl that almost sent me over the edge. "Of course you do. If you want me so badly, then get on all fours."

I scrambled off of his lap and did as he told me. Somewhere in that lust-induced haze I couldn't help bit think that I should have been embarrassed to present myself like a bitch ready to be mounted by a male. 

Gantlos' tip pressing against my entrance didn't leave me any time to follow that thought. He immediately began moving at a fast, harsh pace, pulling out and slamming back into me so quickly that I hardly even had time to moan. He was rough, uncontrolled. Almost like a feral animal in heat, and I was his to do with as he pleased. And I loved that idea. The idea that I was driving him so mad with lust that he couldn‘t control himself. And if he wanted to treat me like his little breeding bitch, then I would gladly play that role.

I moved against him, pushing my hips against his, and let out noises that hardly seemed human anymore. But at some point he grabbed my waist and held me in place, which drove me even madder. Then he leaned over and reached between my legs, where he started rubbing my already overly sensitive clitoris, while he was kissing my neck and shoulders and the other hand played with my breast. A delightful torture, one that I gladly accepted; it felt like my whole body was being pleasured. And it was a sign that, while he was a rough lover, he was still a caring one.

I pulled my head back, and could make it just far enought for our lips to connect.

He fucked me through my first orgasm with no sign of slowing down. I just let my torso drop onto the ground and screamed into the bedroll when it washed over me, making me see stars for a moment. He kept going, with everything. Delirious from the overstimulation, I didn‘t notice that I had actually started drooling from how good Gantlos felt inside me. Then my second climax approached and made me scream out loud and spasm. Only then, when the muscles in my pelvis were already sore, did his movement slow down slightly, replacing the speed with slower, harder, more controlled thrusts. He growled obsceneties under his breath, before slamming into me one last time, letting out a hoarse, gravelly moan and spilling himself inside of me. His hot seed filled me in spurts, and dripped out of me once he pulled out.

To say that our coupling had left me a mess would be an understatement. I was exhausted, sore and covered in sweat and precum. And I was satisfied, down to my very core. 

Gantlos gently caressed my reddened behind. "Hah. Didn't think you'd like it like this."

"I didn't think so, either. But appearantly I'm quite versatile when it comes to sex." 

"Heh. Looks like we got ourselves a really dirty little fairy." He sounded incredibly pleased. "I wonder… what would your fellow fairies think if they saw you like this? Shamelessly exposed and with my seed, the seed of one of your kind‘s mortal enemies, leaking out of you? And so very happy about that?" 

"I'd love to tell then everything about how much I love it."

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Hi! Can I request #1 please? Thanks ❤️

So sorry you had to wait this long. I had some other business i needed to take care off. Hopefully you'll like it. Thank you for being patient and understanding. PROMPTS ARE STILL OPEN BTW.

1. "I bet you think it's really cute letting him put his hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. A sleek Mercedes cut through the traffic of Gardenia, a man with strawberry blond hair sat behind the wheel, controlling said beasts movement, completely ignoring speed limits and proper etiquette. His sharp eyebrows casted a shade over his piercing icy blue eyes, hard look in them.

Valtor was not in a good mood. His redheaded companion was sitting on the passenger seat, smug look on her face, lips stretched into a satisfied smirk. Why were they in such opposite moods, you ask? Well, it all started half an hour ago or so.

After another successful concert in Frutti Music bar girls decided to relax at the bar with a few alcoholic cocktails. Valtor, Bloom's boyfriend, still hasn't arrived to pick her up for their date, so she had a few minutes to spare. Their mission on Earth ended successfully. They found the last earth fairy, defeated Ogron and his wizards, returned magic to Earth and even managed to sign the contract with Jason Queen, the music producer.

A hand landed on her shoulder and she almost spilled her drink because she wasn't expecting it. She turned around, expecting to see Valtor, but found herself looking at the face of her ex boyfriend, specialist Sky. The two of them parted on friendly ground, and Bloom herself hasn't expected to enter a new relationship so quicky after their separation, but something clicked in her that Valtor is the one. She wasn't sure if that was her dragon fire talking or it was her girlish intuition, but truth be told, she wasn't ready to find out. Things with Valtor progressed nicely, not slow but not too fast either. For a few months they've been together, they did everything new couples usually did. They went on dates, talked a lot in general, spent a lot of time together, snuggled on the couch while watching movies (something that was making Stella sick, because according to her, they were overly affectionate), kissed a lot, touched each other a lot, sometimes packed a bit too much of PDA and even slept in the same bed. The only thing they still didn't do is sex and Bloom herself was getting a bit frustrated.

She was a girl that didn't rely too much on physical. She always preferred emotional connection over physical one, which was one of the main reasons she stayed with Sky for so long. Their busy schedules didn't leave too much time for intimacy so both had to learn not to rely solely on sex. It happened, of course, from time to time, but such occurrences were rare. But her relationship with Valtor was completely different. How could it not be when every kiss, every touch of the handsome magician left her shaking and trembling in need and if judging by the hungry lustful looks Valtor was giving her, he wasn't immune to it either.

"May i ask for a dance?" A voice of her ex lover brought her back to earth and without even thinking it through, she let herself be taken away to the dance floor. His hands circled her waist and pulled her close to his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. They swayed gently from side to side, not even attempting to start a conversation. They danced like that for a few minutes until Sky awkwardly cleared his throat. "Ehem, so... you and Valtor. How did that happen?"

She chuckled, not even trying to lift her head. "Oh you know, the usual." She exhaled happily remembering the moment. They were walking on the beach together, joking and laughing and at one moment their eyes locked and they were doomed. She still gets shivers down her back when she remembers how he kissed her. She sighed dreamily. "It stared with a kiss."

"So, um, is he a good kisser?" He asked a bit timidly but a smirk played on his lips.

She laughed. "Oh yes. He's a really good kisser."

He raided an eyebrow. "Better than me?" His tone sounded offended but she knew he was mocking her and he meant no harm.

She nodded against his shoulder. "Mhm. Better than you." She smiled.

He chuckled, vibrations from his chest echoing in her ears. His hands slid from her waist to her hips and then to her lower back. Her brows furrowed. "Sky?" She asked carefully. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer, his hands continued traveling lover and were now almost on her ass. She was ready to push Sky away, but somebody else's hands were quicker. Strong, warm familiar hands pulled her to strong chest. A comforting scent enveloped her senses and she buried her head into Valtor's shoulder.

"I leave you alone for a few hours and you're already causing trouble princess." His rough voice mumbled in her ear sending shivers down her spine.

She moaned and bit her lip, her hands wrapping around his waist almost on instinct. He said something to Sky in low threatening voice and then pulled her to the exit. When they reached his brand new car (he recently discovered he had passion for driving) he pinned her too the hood, his hands placed almost roughly on her hip bones.

He almost growled in her hear while his hips with an obvious hard bulge pressed against her pelvis. She grinned. "I bet you think it's really cute letting him put his hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

She exhaled against his ear, his fingers undoubtedly leaving bruises on her hips as he flexed them against her flesh for first time that night. A demanding kiss was placed upon her lips, his tongue invading her mouth almost instantaneously. She responded in equal, her hands waving themselves into his long, soft hair and lightly scratching at the nape of his neck. He growled into her mouth and bit her lower lip.

He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear. "Get in the car princess. I'm tired of waiting."

Safe to say, his mood got better later that night...

Hope you like it. Prompts are still open. ❤❤❤

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💫 Dance with the devil 💫

She forgave him.

At first, even she didn't know why. Perhaps him being the only survivor of Domino besides herself at a time played a vital role. But they weren't alone anymore. She could have gotten rid of him when the battle was over. That was, at a time, a term she agreed on. He helped her restore Domino and then he leaves magic universe forever.

He helped them during battle with the Ancestrals. When everyone else had succumbed to the darkness and their worst fears, he was the only one left standing besides herself. The witches tried manipulating him, but somehow his sheer will not to be under their control, not to be their pawn was enough to keep him sane when she needed him the most. He proved himself to be a redeemed man, he was no longer power hungry megalomaniac that not so long ago managed to shake the entire magic universe enough to have kings, queens and officials of all planets in the said universe trembling in fear.

Oritel and Miriam were not thrilled when they saw him after exiting the portal from Obsidian. She could see, even now, 17 years later, the underlying fear in their eyes when they first laid their gaze on him. Her mother clung to her husband and Oritel put a protective hand on her waist while he simultaneously pushed her slightly behind himself. But Valtor made no move to do anything, instead he, on the sheer surprise of everyone and especially Bloom, strode towards the king and queen and then proceeded to kneel in front of them with his head bowed. He asked for forgiveness, which was something that caused even her sister's spirit to turn to Bloom with surprise written clearly across her translucent face.

At first, her parent were reluctant, but as the time flew by and Valtor remained docile and calm, little by little they started warming up to him. He still had passion for magic, however. That was clear to everyone, but as he made no move to take anything by force and instead he asked, quite nicely, to study the magic that was of interest to him, people started relaxing around him.

The girls, Winx themselves, learned to accept his company. Stella and Flora were the first to accept the wizard into their circle of friends. Layla, unsurprisingly, had the most difficult time adapting to the change, which was understandable and even something Valtor himself understood. He was the one that nearly caused the destruction of her whole planet, so he couldn't exactly blame the girl for not wanting to be his friend. But with time, even Layla adapted and Bloom could see a subtle changes in her behaviour, how she would sometimes sit next to him and even hit his shoulder when he made a joke. They even bonded over their love for exercise, something Bloom wouldn't have guessed in a million years, but it shouldn't have come as a surprise because Valtor was built. They often went on morning jogs near the Alfea.

He bonded with Techna thanks to their knowledge of technology. That raised a lot if eyebrows among the members of the Winx club because they all assumed Valtor was a bit of a, well, technophobe. Boy were they surprised.

He didn't have too much in common with Musa, but you could find them discussing certain genres of music form time to time.

Besides Bloom, he got along the best with, surprisingly, Stella. The fairy of shining sun and moon was the first to accept him, so she took the initiative to 'bring him out of his shell' as Stella had put it. Valtor never considered himself shy, but as he spent some time with the Solarian fairy he realized that, at least compared to her, he was a total introvert. Bloom once got a shock of her life when she entered their dorm and she found Valtor sitting in front of the couch, his back in between Stella's legs, while Stella was sitting on the couch braiding his hair. Both Bloom and the duo on the couch froze and their wide eyes darted between each other until Valtor broke the silence.

"Not a word." His voice was calm but it spoke volumes.

Bloom shook her head. "Trust me, even if I told someone, they wouldn't believe me." With a smirk thrown their way, she entered her room and left them to their business.

With Flora, he chose to spend quiet evening drinking tea. Valtor had to admit, even though the nature fairy was quiet and shy in nature, she mad an excellent tea. Bloom often joined then and the three sipped their tea in silence.

Now, Valtor had an interesting relationship with Bloom. Number one enemies, turned allies, turned friends. It was a rocky relationship, but their bond was the strongest out of them all. The dragon fire had something to do with it too, but it was mostly just the two of them. The air sometimes turned awkward, but that was mostly due to one of them entering a new territory. And there was this one time he walked in on her while she was in the shower... Funny story.

He just returned from his morning run with Layla earlier than expected. He wanted to get his hands on a spell book he recieved from Faragonda per his request. His relationship with the headmistress was still rocky, but they managed. She was polite enough to grant him access when he asked nicely and Valtor was polite enough as long as it got him what he wanted. He was good now, but that didn't mean he had abandoned his manipulative ways completley when he wanted something.

He shed his shirt, a green short sleeved number - courtesy of Stella - and entered the bathroom. The shriek brought him back to ground and when he looked up he got an eyeful of toned pale flesh and red hair. His eyes ran over the curves of her breast and hips before descending to eye those long legs. Bloom shrieked once again.

"OH MY GOD! GET OUT! WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE?!" Valtor shook himself and muttered a curse and apology, before running out of the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, Bloom's naked body still vividly painted in front of his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to stop the unwanted reaction his traitorous body wanted to conjure. He slammed his head into the wall, pain blurring his vision, before sliding down the wall to rest on the floor.

When Bloom got out of the shower, she was dressed and Valtor had moved to the couch. She slid in next to him and looked at him. His head was resting in his hands that were propped on his knees, his eyes obviously trying to avoid hers and was that blush on his cheeks?

"I'm sorry." His voice was so small that Bloom wondered if it actually came from the big bad wizard that had the ambition to become the biggest magic sorcerer in the entire magic universe.

She laughed and squeezed his knee. "It's ok. It happens."

His eyes caught hers. "I messed it up didn't I?"

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

He sighed and his shoulders slumped. He looked like he was holding the weight of an entire universe at his shoulders. She felt sorry for him. "I made it awkward again."

At this she had to laugh again. Valtor was having a morality crisis. Just because he saw her naked. Well ok, he ogled a bit, but what's the harm? He didn't try anything. "Don't worry about it. We are good." She assured him.

She saw his shoulders relax and his mood lifted. He looked her in the eyes this time when he spoke. "Alright, if you say so princess. Mind if I take a shower now?"

She laughed. "Go ahead."

He got up, bent down to retrieve his shirt, which Bloom only now noticed he wasn't wearing and made a bee line to the bathroom. He stopped at the doorway and turned to her, cheeky look on his face and a mean glint in his eyes. "You know, now that I've seen you naked, it's only fair for me to return the favour."

Bloom went bright red and she flung a pillow in his direction. It never reached it's target, but his laugh could have been heard on the next planet.

Aside from that, there were no other major incidents, but during their stay on earth, while they were searching for the last earth fairy, their friendship turned even friendlier. So much so, it caused a rift between Bloom and prince Sky. For the benefit of both of them, they decided to terminate their relationship but they remained friendly. Sky, however, kept a close eye on him.

Valtor made friends with Roxy, the last earth fairy. She, of all people, was the first to point out closeness between Bloom and him. She was also the first person that made Valtor rethink his feelings. She was the one that planted the seed of doubt concerning their friendship which resulted in Valtor siting in the dark three nights in a row pondering over their interactions.

That's how Bloom found him the third night, siting in the dark, staring at nothing in particular. She made her way over to him and grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. His arm shot up and grabbed her wrist in a bone crushing grip, but released her when he saw her wince. She sat herself on the couch next to him and they spent half an hour in silence.

"Can't sleep?" Her raspy voice broke through.

He shook his head in response. She laid her head on his shoulder and it wasn't long before her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. Valtor looked at the girl. He couldn't deny it. She was beautiful. Even though he was never a guy that was particularly picky with looks, there was no denying the fact that the keeper of the dragon flame was a gorgeous specimen. She was smart, probably the smartest of her group. While Techna had the IQ, Blooms street smarts combined with the academic work made her the most reliable. And she was strong, but naive at the same time. She trusted that red, wannabe wizard, Ogron and his buddies and they played her like a well tuned guitar. She blamed herself for what happened to Nabu for a while, but everyone convinced her it wasn't her fault.

Valtor shook his head. Exhaustion was slowly creeping back to his bones and he found himself drawing closer to the redhead, seeking warmth while his eyes closed and he let the sleep over take him. That's how the rest of the Winx found them, snuggled up on the couch. Valtor laid on his back, his braid that Stella maid yesterday still intact, his arm protectively thrown over Bloom's waist, her head resting on his chest, legs intertwined. Flora took the liberty to capture the moment. Valtor and Bloom won't find about that photo for the next couple of months.

When he woke up he was certain his feelings for the redhead changed, but what about her? Did she feel the same way? That's when he noticed he was really warm and that a slight pressure rested on his chest. He looked down and was met with two sapphires staring into his own grayish blue eyes. Her cheeks were as red as her hair and she was fidgeting with the ruffles on his shirt. She stammered about not wanting to get up so he didn't wake up and then made a hasty apology and fled the living room.

Their relationship changer after that. The looks they were giving each other became longer and filled with something neither of them could recognize. The teasing between them stopped almost completely, something that didn't go unnoticed by neither the Winx or the specialists. But they respectfully kept their mouths shut. Their eyes would connect from across the room and neither would be too keen to break the connection. They would sit closer to each other, some part of their bodies always touching. They weren't awkward, but they also weren't aware of the tension they were emitting, even Stella began to complain about them having a 'boner' for each other.

The fight with Tritanus was a difficult one, made even more complicated with the fact that Valtor wasn't able to join them. The girls obtained Sirenix powers and freed Daphne while Valtor spent most of the time on land waiting for their return and helping them as much as possible from his position.

During that time, there was no time for anything rather than to focus on the mission ahead. And convincing the realms to unite in order to stop Tritanus. That's where Valtor came in play. He was the most capable to deal with these 'ass faced royals' as Musa had delicately put it. He was hesitant at first, but quicky changed his mind when he realized people listened to him. Out of fear or respect, he didn't know, nor did he care to find out.

The tension between Bloom and Valtor rose everyday, but apparently they were oblivious to it.

And then came the time when Bloom foolishly divided the power of the dragon flame between herself and her friends which left her vulnerable and weak. She did her best to hide it, but it all came crashing down at Daphne's recoronation. Fire eaters, beings that were supposed be extinct, rose to extinguish the dragon flame. Valtor, busy fighting these monsters and helping winx, foolishly let Sky take care of Bloom. What he didn't know was that Diaspro of all people, was working with the Trix and Sleina, found out about the little thing underneath the Domino palace called the Vortex of flames. As soon as Daphne warned him about Diaspro, he took off with her and what he found nearly caused his heart to stop. Diaspro was holding Bloom, that didn't as much as twitch in her clutches, hovering above the Vortex. Sky and his cousin were on the ground and fire eaters were slowly closing in on them. While Sky tried to talk some senses into Diaspro, Valtor tried to conjure up a plan to take everyone safe out of this mess, mainly Bloom. His eyes widened when Disapro released her hold on Bloom, sending her plummeting straight into the void. Valtor saw red. He barely registered Sky jumping from the edge to reach Bloom before his cousin saved him. He aimed a powerful beam towards the blonde girl and for a moment he saw terror in her eyes before she vanished. The fire eaters closed in on them and Valtor was kept busy fighting them off instead of jumping over the edge to reach Bloom.

Daphne and Valtor were the only one that were effective against these monsters, while Sky and his cousin tried their best. Valtor felt the ground shake and he heard Sky shouting a name he knew all to well in happiness. He turned around just in time to see her fly over the edge and deliver a powerful spell that destroyed the monsters. She flew to him and he opened his arms so she could slide in. Daphne and Sky were saying something but words escaped Valtor. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her away from him to examine her for injuries. His eyes ran over he new transformation and he couldn't help but think she looked absolutely gorgeous in it. But the most beautiful thing about her was the smile she sent him. It was a conformation, she was fine.

After the incident party returned to full swing and it wasn't long before music was playing and Bloom was seen dancing with Sky just like before the fire eaters stormed the place. Valtor himself stood leaning on the pillar, drinking scotch, his eyes following Bloom's graceful movements.

It was Miriam, of all people that joined him. She leaned against the same pillar as he and sent him a coy look. Valtor raised one eyebrow. 'What was that about?' Miriam shrugged as to say 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Valtor shook his head and tirned to watch her dance again. The calm was broken when Bloom's mother spoke.

"You know I can see the looks you are giving her?" Her eyebrows were raised as if challenging Valtor to deny that accusation. He lowered his gaze because he really didn't know how to respond to that. If he tried to fool her, she would just call his bluff, and if Miriam was good at something, she was good at reading people.

Her gaze softened and she spoke in calm voice, "Go dance with her." Valtor looked at her in surprise. She gave him a sheepish smile than took the drink out of his hands and proceeded to drink the remaining content in one gulp. She grabbed his biceps and pushed him on the dance floor causing him to stumble and shot her a nasty glare. He sighed and then made his way over to the middle where Bloom and Sly were still dancing. Sky's eyes lit up when they met his and he spun Bloom so fast she gasped and would have tumbled over had Valtor not been there ready to catch her. She met his gaze.

"Hi." She smiled sheepishly, and in that moment Valtor saw the resemblance between her mother and her.

"Hello." He answered politely, if not a little tensely. He spun her around and then brought her back to him. The whole room was filled with murmurs and whispers as the former megalomaniac and princess of Domino preformed and elaborate dance.

Bloom was surprised. She didn't know Valtor could dance so well. He spun her around, brought her back only to dip her down, making her gasp from the sudden movement. They twirled and danced across the floor, hands and legs grabbed each other, fingers intertwined, gazes locked. At that moment Bloom saw everything Valtor feels for her. Concern, annoyance, admiration, affection. She brought her hands to frame his face making his eyes widen before she suddenly rose on her tiptoes and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

The music got quiet and the guests followed it's path. Valtor and Bloom stopped dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Valtor warped his hands around her waist and hauled her up so her shoes were no longer touching ground. Her hands waved themselves into his hair, messing it up, but he didn't care. Miriam and Oritel stood on the side, Oritel slightly fuming, but Miriam kept him in check. Daphne stood on the other end of the room, her eyes also on the pair. She smiled. She didn't care as long as her sister was happy. She hoped she could one day find someone like Bloom had.

And in the center of the room, Valtor and Bloom stood, still kissing.