#anyways happy valentine’s day from me and this piece from my archive
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#i have been watching a lot of d&p these days#which isn’t a bad thing#but it makes me feel like i’m 13 again#anyways happy valentine’s day from me and this piece from my archive#dan and phil#dan howell#phil lester#dnpgames#xoxo
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It may be a week late, but I hope your Valentines was amazing this year. Here's a little throwback from Escafa (aka Spawnfan) of DeviantArt fame. (If only transitioning was that easy.)
Created back in Valentine’s 2013 as an MTF transformation sequence, it's about a person (in this case, a man) who has a crush on a tomboyish girl. Unfortunately for him, she's a lesbian and does not like men. What the girl on the right doesn't know is that the person presenting as a boy has the ability to turn into a girl. Their female equivalent is a blonde bombshell and the shocked tomboy falls for her. The last panel shows some form of affection for the new lesbian couple.
At the time I saw this post, it was definitely a hot favorite of mines since I was really into MTF genderbending. 11 years later, however, my opinion on this piece is conflicted. Don't get me wrong: the girls are cute, especially the pretty blondie, who is definitely trans girl goals. However, there’s three problems with this piece:
Is the transformed girl transgender? Do they identify as a girl? What if they’re genderfluid, bigender, or even non-binary?
What are the chances this relationship may get impacted if the person in the left switches between genders based on their mood?
As cute as it seems that the left person will do anything to make the tomboy girl so happy, this piece is also part of the MTF transformation genre, which can be off-putting for some due to it’s fetishized and/or kinky nature.
I still think this is one of the better MTF TG transformations since the left person transformed themselves by choice and not by force (the latter is very common on those transformations). Yet, I can’t help but envy the transformed girl for her pretty looks and cute outfit. If only transitioning was that easy.
These were the kind of pieces that I was into before figuring out I was trans myself. This particular line art became one of Escafa’s most popular pieces and one of the most popular MTF TG transformation pieces. In fact, the one you see here is a vector repaint from another DeviantArt artist named P@ntied-Princess (their account is deactivated).
The ones you see online are reposts in ranging quality from good to really pixelated. This one, however, is not only the highest quality post I found, but it’s the one I saved from the original account. I had to use an image search engine and digital archives to find it. I’ve seen a few caption edits of this art throughout my searches, but they’re not in the best quality. Maybe with this repost, there could be some better editing to match with today’s time. Anyways, happy belated Valentine’s Day!
Original art tracing belongs to Escafa (aka Spawnfan). Vector painting done by P@ntied-Princess.
#tg transformation#mtf tg#valentines day#tg art#anime tg#happy belated valentine's day#deviantart#transgender#nonbinary#genderfluid#trans lesbian#lesbian#lgbtq fiction#drawing#flashback#throwback#art not mine#original art#repaint
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hey!! i absolutely love your work especially valjercy <3335 is there any way you could write a mini drabble about their valentine’s day?
anon you light of my life, darling of my world! THANK YOU for all your kind words! I’m so so glad you like my messy little pieces of madness (and since you said valjers especially I can’t help but know you like all my insane writing, cause I only write them when I’m out of my mind ha!)
I am now realising you said mini drabble :o I did not read that when I first saw this ask so I hope it won’t take up too much of your mental energy if you decide to read the fic I did write (it’s a little okay a lot more than a drabble), forgive me?
I hope you enjoy! MWAH <3
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Percy and Leo are so good at all this control. So good at burning it to the fucking ground. Jason is so good at picking up all those ashes and tossing them to the sky. Why do you think the clouds are always grey? They’re all so good at this. Love. What is love anyway? Power.
(alt sum: they’re all insane and addicted to each other)
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hi angels! got an anon request for some valjercy for valentines — thank you for the request loveliest anon — I know I didn’t make it in time for vday but at least it’s here before love month ends entirely ? (please be proud of me I’ve been so busy with uni I haven’t had the chance to write and it’s ruining me)
as usual this is not edited it’s wayyy after midnight here and I need to sleep. every mistake is a hug. if there’s no mistakes (LMAO) I’m giving you a hug anyway!
happy love month y’all!!
title is from: “hugs & loyalty” by twlv, REDDY, IV, owell mood
I recommend listening to that and “closer” by RM, paul blanco and mahalia while reading :) to enhance the vibes
okay I love you guys! MWAH <3 thanks for being my valentine (yes all of you, I’m a spoilt girl)
CW
blood mention // unsettling pace // gory content // sexual content (not real explicit stuff but implied things happening)
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Summary: Hinata gives Naruto candy on Valentine’s, and he develops a crush early-on. An Alpha/Omega fic.
Pairing: Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto
Written for @naruto-smut-monday 2021 - February Prompt: Sweet as Candy / Love Bites.
(This is many months late, so I carry no expectations for the event moderators to reblog this 😓)
Rated E for really explicit, kinky smut!
Sweet and rich.
Her usual milkiness pitching lower and bolder.
The familiar scent of her heat fills his lungs with each gasp against her lips, tugging at his heart, enticing each shove of himself into her soft folds.
She breaks the kiss with a tortured moan that rolls through his heightened, rutting senses. Her face turns, exposing the broken, shining gland at her neck once more.
His mark still looks fresh from their aggressive first round. He had awoken from their fitful rest with Hinata eagerly sucking him off in the dead of the night. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when they finally fell back asleep in cuddling, knotted exhaustion.
His tongue catches the liquid caramel at her gland, just as sweet as her scent, and gently, he gnaws into her sensitive neck to release more for him to drink as she squeals, slick flowing around his swelling piece, nudging deeper and deeper.
“Hinata…” Clawing pleasure skips along his skin, shimmering in his veins with each suck against the abused claim.
“Ah...Alpha...”
He doesn’t need her breathy Omega voice to encourage him, not when her snug passage is readily opening up to accommodate his urgent thrusts, his hands gripping her flared hips still as he impales her hurriedly until she’s wrapped entirely around his knot, stuck and breathlessly screaming for him. “You wanted this again, yeah?”
She nods enthusiastically, the bob of her chin frantic like the shake of her large breasts. Tears of pain and pleasure glint along her dark lashes and pink cheeks, her little tongue teases him as she gasps from puffy lips, tracks of his saliva and her leaking scent gland glimmer in the mid-morning sun. His usually proper and demure wife is a beautiful mess on his rigid cock, soaking wet for him, the excellent sight filling his inner, lusting beast with possessive pride.
“Look at you,” he groans, slipping mindlessly into his secondary gender, “my pretty Omega, living for my knotted dick, acting all cute for my cum.”
She wiggles beneath him with an affectionate gasp, and he’s grinding hard into her until her glassy eyes squeeze shut, more tears escaping.
He leans down to lick each one up, the saltiness making him grab at the top of her head to turn her intoxicating gland toward him so that he can drink her in, her heady, rich taste invading his senses.
She squirms beneath him.
Her legs squeeze at his waist.
Blunt fingernails pinch into his back.
Tight nipples push into his chest and smooth stomach arches into him.
Plush flesh clenches around his knot, coaxing his release. Her hot breath ghosts over his bicep, prickling his skin with a begging, “Please, please, please-”
And he’s coming before he can even consider holding back, throbbing into her humidity, smearing his own broken gland against her lips until she’s sucking everything out of him, his whole body and soul yearning, pulsing into her welcoming, soft comfort. Take all of me.
For only a blissful second, his mind feels empty, his Alpha terribly pleased and sated.
She paints a small strip with her tongue at his gland, and the beast reawakens.
He’s fucking his cum into her, stirring into her weeping flesh, his knot plugging her up so that she’s awfully sloppy around his dick, a rumbling in his chest as she clings to him, her face buried in his neck, her warm tongue still licking cutely at him. “Hinata, you need more, don’t you?”
“Naruto-kun,” she sighs, “mhmm…”
So this is what it’s like to share their heat and rut, their tempos finally coinciding after their first bonded year.
He’d imagined it was never-ending sex, the idea both arousing and concerning, but experiencing it leaves him trembling with honest delight and, more than anything else, sincere love. Of course, it’s an overwhelming desire to impregnate her, to make her whole body and life undeniably his, something that’s normal in his rut anyway, but with her very much unprotected body so willing and ready, so much slick to ease his knot into her over and over again without worry, it’s as if every part of them is shared, synced and in tune, eager to please and enjoy each other.
He can’t even begin to consider separating himself from her at the end of these five or so days, can’t at all recall what his daily life is like outside of their home.
Not when her hazy eyes are lowered in an expression of come-hither lust, all hints of his usual shy, reserved wife forgotten with his stiff piece warm and wet, pushing against her cervix. Her fingers dance over his arm muscles, massaging over the back of his shoulders, and tunneling into his hair.
He nudges his face into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply as new attraction rushes fast and hard into his knot, as if he hadn’t been excited the whole time.
“Fill me up, my love,” she whispers, her moist clit sliding at his groin, and that voice intones, breathier and lower, “my sweet Alpha.”
Shivers run up his spine, his hips straining at her more insistently, tight flesh tugging at his knot as he tries to ram himself deeper into her. Memories of his thick seed dribbling down her thighs from past ruts morph into images of her stomach swollen with their child. They’ve prepared for this week for a couple of months now after their last rut and heat nearly overlapped, only for one incredible day that convinced both of them they needed more in their marriage. After the nine day ordeal of caring for each other's needs, they had visited their doctors, Hinata had taken out her birth control, and then they had reviewed tips on self- and partner-care for acclimated bonds.
All their preparation is flying out the window of his mind now.
They’re supposed to clean up after this? The wet wipes seem completely unnecessary, and he lets her know he has no intention of using them. “Gonna cover you in my scent, no other Alpha will even dare to look at you.”
She nods, a lovely, dazed smile curling her kiss-swollen lips. Soft, agreeing moans soothe the aggression simmering low in his gut, turning his lust into appreciative hunger.
They’re supposed to eat that microwavable shit? Isn’t Hinata’s body enough for him? His hands sink into her fluffy tits, squeezing and playing, whetting his appetite with her delicious curves. And isn’t he enough? “Only going to feed you my knot, keep you full of cum. You can eat my hard dick whenever you want.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” Adoring, pearly eyes gaze up at him even through her tortured gasps.
He smashes her into the bed, one hand clutching her round ass desperately as the other tangles into her hair. Her needy kisses are just as much tongue as his, their lips sucking on each other avidly.
Ecstasy slides through his veins, blooming over his mind, cocooning him in pleasant sensations, cum shooting out in eager twitches against hot, milking flesh.
He’s left panting into the pillow, the material doing little to stop her rich smell of satisfaction from drawing him back to lick at the abused flesh of his claim on her, her body shivering uncontrollably and enticingly beneath him, teasing his body and mind with the taste of her sweet, sweet dew.
Everything about her has always been sweet to him.
From her scent to her smile, her kiss, and her touch. The glow in her eyes, just for him, to her intimate voice.
The way she always tries to understand him and is there to support him.
He’s wondered if they were made for each other, the strength of their connection at times so overwhelming that he could cry.
They were taught in school that mating isn’t decided, not like some spiritual concept of soulmates, but that potential bonded relationships are cultivated carefully over time.
However, significant inclinations may form from way before either party presents.
He thinks he’s been inclined to her from the moment she handed him, a random elementary schoolmate in the hallway, not even in the same class as her, one of her extra giri chocolates on Valentine’s Day. She handed a couple of other boys she passed on the way an extra chocolate, too, but he didn’t care. He crushed on her fast and easily, his heart swayed by nearly any kind gesture from a girl. Having one more chocolate than his friends was something he bragged about right away in pretend nonchalance, saying that a girl from another class gave it especially to him.
His fleeting feelings might have ended there if he weren’t in her class the following year, if she hadn’t handed out giri chocolates again, if she hadn’t noticeably blushed pink and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Naruto-kun,” or if he hadn’t found out his little baggie of chocolates had one more heart-shaped piece than Sasuke’s baggie…it was a small win compared to all the unappreciated honmei chocolates Sasuke received, but Naruto took what he could get.
Maybe his little school crush would have ended there if she had stopped handing out giri chocolates to boys in intermediate school, the way most girls did when they started presenting, when she wore her skirt as long as was acceptable by school dress code, sweaters over her button-down uniform, and simple blue ribboned chokers to cover as much skin as possible, when the mystery of her designation tickled the back of his mind whenever she was near, but he had no way of knowing, especially with their sex education steering hard by-the-book on disease, protection, and, most of all, consent, rather than humoring their curiosities about individual designations and tell-tale personality traits.
He and the boys in their class still got giri chocolates from her despite how so many of them acted like annoying idiots, and he knew he wasn’t the only one who liked that thoughtful sweetness about her. He also knew he was the only one who had one more chocolate than the others, or, at least, one more than Kiba.
“Let me see,” he’d say mid-grab, stealing the bag from Kiba’s hand.
“What the fuck, why are you always trying to take mine, you have your own!”
His eyes strained to swiftly count the number of adorable handmade, heart-shaped chocolates through the dark purple plastic, her level of effort making even giri chocolates feel incredibly special. 5.
“They’re all the same every year, fucktard.” Kiba snatched it away. “But you better not have broken any.”
His bag, for the third year in a row, had 6, and his cheeks flushed with wonder, a self-satisfied grin breaking out. “I was just checking. It really is the same every year. Isn’t it great?” He popped a chocolate in his mouth, pushing back the overly gleeful thought that it could all mean something more than a coincidental mistake.
Their third, last year of intermediate school, he expected it. A bag of six chocolates, just for him. And with only her characteristic small, shy smile, she handed him his gift, and he grinned hugely to cover up his nerves. “Thanks, Hinata!”
She bowed her head and hurried to the next boy in the room.
And he counted. 6. His gaze flickered up to her back, wondering, the seed of his suspicions sprouting awfully strong. What if these chocolates are actually honmei? She’s just too shy-
His bag was ripped from his grip.
He whipped around, eyes wide, staring up at Kiba’s exuberant smile.
“I gotcha first this time!”
“Kiba!” he shouted, his arm swinging up, but Kiba pulled it back just in time. Scenarios flew through his mind, all of him humiliatingly chasing his friend around the classroom for a little bag of giri chocolates, and Naruto quickly decided to play it cool. “Give it back, man.”
Kiba ignored him, making an elaborate show of scrutinizing the bag. “I was just checking-ttebayo,” he mocked when he did a double-take. “Whaaat, you got 6?! That’s not fair!” He checked his own bag. “I only have 5!”
His heart stopped. His gaze flashed to Hinata.
She was staring at them.
Panicking, he turned away. “...Really?! Cool!” he spit out in feigned surprise. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you as much! Give it back before you break one.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. How could she like you more than me?” Kiba tossed the bag at him, and Naruto grabbed it harder than he should have, the chocolates knocking together in his stressed hand.
Blood rushed hot through his system, but he was desperately trying to appear unaffected. “You probably smell like dog!”
Kiba clicked his tongue at that, then looked directly at the girl in question. “Hinata, do I smell like dog??!”
Naruto hesitated to look at her, but when he finally did, she was already falling to the floor.
The blame ultimately fell on Kiba for her fainting incident, since he asked such an obtrusive question like that, but somehow, Naruto couldn’t help but think it to be his fault, that he had failed some kind of test, messed up a secret game, and couldn’t protect something special that was only meant for him to know.
Wondering attraction maybe could have ended there, at the start of high school, when gossip about Sakura, pretty and sassy spitfire of a girl, and her rumored, unexpected Omega designation ran rampant around their grade level. The idea that someone so fiery and untouchable could be secretly emotional and clingy attracted many of the boys who were starting to show symptoms of presenting, such as starting to differentiate the scents of the girls in the class.
Though Naruto himself couldn’t smell anything from anyone, that didn’t stop him from imagining the athletic, rosy-haired girl, wondering what about her smell made her so desirable to some of the presenting boys… Whenever she was near, he focused his senses as much as he could, but nothing.
Hinata didn’t pass out giri chocolates that year to his great disappointment.
He shrugged it off, understanding that it’s seen by most as a childish or seemingly flirtatious tradition, that Kiba’s noisiness last year made her change her mind, that maybe his extra chocolate was a mistake of coincidence the last four years. He’d rather jump off the second-floor window than ask her if there was any meaning to it, so he decided to pay no mind to it, and he would have, but…
When she smelled like chocolate, sweet like a candy store, the next day, and he thought maybe she was a day late. Maybe she was still passing out chocolates to everyone, even though he couldn’t see any large bag, making him wonder if she had stuffed her sweater pockets and clothes full of chocolate. His temperature ran high, adrenaline racing through his heart whenever she walked even slightly in his direction, hoping for something from her that never came, and for days after, he was glaringly upset at how she definitely made chocolate, a whole lot of chocolate, and didn’t give him any.
Two months later, he began to understand that she just smelled like that, like she dumped chocolate perfume on her clothes, and some days just a dab, but either way it clouded his mind and made his stomach flip-flop anxiously, made him feel impatient and antsy beneath his skin, and he couldn’t take his irrational frustration anymore.
“Hinata, why do you always smell like that?” His tone was much more accusing than he meant it to be, but it was too late.
She was frozen a few paces between his desk and Ino’s, her angelically light eyes wide, her fair skin tinting pink as she looked back at him, and that chocolate smell amplifying with a strange tinge of citrusy unknowns. “...Huh?”
His face scrunched up in equal confusion at her seemingly innocent ignorance. “I don’t know, like, you smell really swee-”
Realization struck him hard before Sakura’s fist to the back of his head. “Naruto! What the hell do you think you’re asking her!”
“Ah fuck!” He clasped the back of his head and bowed on his desk in pain, partially to shield from any more hits, partially to hide his beet-red face.
Ino and Sakura were yelling at him, calling him a pervert and that they should report him, but his mind zeroed in on Hinata’s soft voice, asking him if he was okay, saying that she was completely fine, that it’s really okay and that she wasn’t going to report him.
His heart was pumping rapidfire, embarrassed heat crawling like a poison through his veins until he could swear he was hot to the touch, even the tips of his ears felt like they were burning, and he tried to hunch his shoulders to hide it.
He had been scenting her.
Everyday for the past two months.
Focusing on hers alone as if she was the only girl in the room.
Yet he hadn’t realized it at all.
If his feelings could have changed after that, it would’ve taken a whole lot of rejection on her end. She easily consumed his thoughts even when he didn’t want to think about her. Even when he actively tried to find someone else’s scent to enjoy, like Ino’s spring and fresh floral or Sakura’s berry and soda pop, but he ended up forgetting them with her near, ended up fazing into some kind of sparkling clarity, fuzzy around the edges yet Hinata in the center of it all, his eyes settling onto the wide ribbon peeking over her uniform’s collar as he sat at the back of the classroom and her in the front.
He noticed every time she fidgeted with the ribbon, he noticed how her scent strengthened into something darker and exciting on various occasions, but then how she’d be gone from school for days at a time, just like some of the other matured girls and boys. Her extended absence after such impactful scents left him utterly bored and empty at school.
Then at home, he couldn’t contain his imagination, recalling her coloring scent, her fingers pressing over the choker at her hidden gland. What might she be doing right now? Maybe at this very moment, she was comforting herself in a nest of pillows and blankets, using toys to mimic his penetration, maybe calling his name as she writhed in heat before passing out with an exhausted afterglow…?
The last Sports Festival of their high school careers saw lots of students pairing up. The adrenaline rush of the special competitions fueled love confessions every day up until the last moments of the final afternoon. He longed for a confession.
His eyes kept sliding toward her.
Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail throughout most of the festival, her simple white sports shirt and standard black shorts revealing her arms, legs, and the shape of her body.
Undeniably, he liked her. Despite not knowing either of their designations, despite rarely talking to her, he couldn’t stop admiring her perfection, his eyes capturing as much as he could commit to memory before he had to look away, so as not to stare.
But sometimes he wouldn’t look away fast enough, their eyes would awkwardly meet, and she’d blush and look away first. He’d focus determinedly somewhere else, yet inwardly, just as he always had, he’d wonder if there was any meaning in her looks, or if it was just coincidence, if those extra chocolates from their childhood were just coincidence, if he was just leading himself on in a sick and doomed game that he imagined all by himself.
He never got a confession.
But it seemed like Hinata did.
A snowy-haired boy from another class kept visiting her during breaks, talking to her from the sliding window between the hallway and the classroom, leaning over the sill to smile at her, obviously basking in her directed attention and the way she familiarly called him, “Toneri-kun.”
Silently jealous, all he could do was watch and listen, pretend to pay attention to the people around him and not his crush getting stolen away by some guy he could’ve sworn he had never seen before.
Three tedious weeks later, Toneri got bold and invited her out during lunch. As soon as she left the room, he stood up and followed after them, not even knowing exactly why he needed to dig his wound any deeper, only that he had to witness this himself, confirm the status of their relationship himself, otherwise he’d drive himself crazy in the classroom with speculation.
It was easy to follow from a distance. Her scent had long since invaded his memory. So what struck him first was the slightly sour notes marring her sweetness, kind of like before a class oral presentation.
She was anxious.
They stopped behind a school building, and he leaned against the wall around the corner, straining to hear their conversation.
“...Toneri-kun?”
Hinata’s voice was easy for him to pick up, and he didn’t question this realization, it was just further proof to him of his doomed infatuation.
“...I’m sorry, I tried,” she murmured.
Naruto assumed the pauses were when Toneri spoke, but they were all indistinct tones.
“I, I just don’t think...I can see you that way...I’m sorry...”
Everything in him began relaxing, the awful clenching around his heart suddenly released, and he collapsed to the ground in a crouch, not even actively trying to listen anymore.
“Because I...I like someone.”
His eyes shot open, adrenaline rushing at her words, and only one question ringing in his mind, Who?!
“I, I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that.”
Silence followed, and he started to back away, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping on what obviously was a sound rejection.
“Toneri-kun?...No, I, I, no-!” The panic was unmistakable, her sweetness drastically souring, and he was back at the corner, straining to understand what could possibly be going on now.
A whispered “Naruto-kun-”,
And he was around the corner running, shock exploding at seeing Toneri bent too close to her, nose at her neck, Hinata backed against the building wall. His body slammed into Toneri hard enough to make him fall to the ground.
“Hinata!” He looked at her, checking to see that her ribbon was still secure, that she appeared unharmed, but he felt like he was going to suffocate, air not making it past his throat, a building panic and disgust roaring loudly in his core that had him turning back around to direct this somewhere, his excessive anger pinpointing Toneri, red coloring his vision too fast for him to comprehend the confused expression on the splayed boy.
He jumped on him, his fist connecting with Toneri’s face fast and hard, the knock of his white head against the ground deeply satisfying his suddenly justified instincts, and he raised his fist again to drive his point home when his arm caught midair.
He tried to yank his arm free, but the unidentified grip only proved tighter, so he raised his non-dominant hand into a fist, ready to pound into this challenger who dared to scent and claim his chosen one.
Weight pushed into his chest, light eyes taking up his whole vision. “Naruto-kun! Stop!”
The cacophony in his mind silenced. A voice within responded viscerally, Omega.
“Naruto-kun.” Milky sweetness suddenly flooded him, beating back the flames within. Her head ducked into his chest as she clung to him. “I’m okay, I’m really okay, you need to stop, you hurt him!”
He blinked, suddenly outside of himself. He looked down to see Toneri shielding his face with his arms.
He stood immediately, clutching Hinata into his chest, and he backed away. Not knowing what to do or say, he wrapped his other arm around Hinata’s shoulders, turning them around, rushing them far from his crime.
He hovered near Hinata throughout the rest of the lunch break, soaking in her sweet scent, alternately trying to forget or make sense of his loss of control.
He didn’t have to wonder for long.
Toneri’s injury didn’t go unnoticed, and he was called into the Principal’s Office. Hinata was called in to confirm his side of the story, and then Naruto was sent to the counselor’s office.
He had been apparently so aggravated by the emotional incident that, for the first time and unknowingly, he had called on his inner Alpha into officially presenting. But his actions were still inexcusable by school rules.
Both he and Toneri were suspended for two weeks.
The school went wild over the drama. Even when he returned, whispered rumors of a “fight for dominance” and “claiming rights” circulated, and he couldn’t even think of approaching Hinata with such scandalous gossip surrounding them.
But sometimes, she’d tuck her hair back, or sweep the midnight strands over her shoulder, wide ribbon peeking over her shirt’s collar, wrapping her graceful, white neck in his view, then she’d look back at him, their gazes connecting for an exhilarating instant.
He didn’t need words or a confession. From her beckoning sweet scent to her affectionate looks, from the memory of her whispering his name for help and her Omega voice calling out to his Alpha, he knew that she returned his feelings, that she was just as aware of him sitting around the corner as he was aware of her during that incident...that there was a high chance for them to start a relationship.
After they graduated.
But a long wait kindled a passionate love.
In the first year of their relationship in university, they were careful to follow the recommendations, clumsily having their first-times near the end of her heat, when she’d be conscious enough to make decisions, yet physically capable to accept any loss of control on his end. She wanted to spend his first rut with him, too, but he decided against it, not knowing what might happen.
It was lonely. He had never loathed a past decision so much before in his life. No matter that he took over-the-counter suppressants to calm his Alpha’s tendencies, like keeping his knot from forming or hammering down the aggressive urge to bite into soft skin, his mind kept wandering to her, his fingers tapping into her social media for pictures of her that inevitably had him working himself into a sleeve or humping his pillows and blankets, every moment compounding frustration and dissatisfaction in a never-ending cycle, until he was phone calling her, “Just to hear your voice.”
“Oh, Naruto-kun...I miss you, too. Are you okay?”
He was already achingly stiff, his own developed gland at his neck pulsing needfully, his Alpha aroused as if blinking suddenly awake, then thrashing to be with her. “Mm, yeah.”
“The medicine is okay?”
He tugged on his member, his eyes closing.
“...Naruto-kun?”
He pumped himself, settling into a rhythm. “...Yeah?”
“...Are you okay?” she repeated with more hesitation, more concern.
A harsh breath left his mouth. “No, yeah, I just needed to hear you, Hinata,” he managed to breathe out.
“I, I missed your voice, too.”
He worked himself in his hand, imagining her whispers at his ear instead of his phone. “I miss you. I need you. I need you, Hinata.”
“I wish I could help you.”
He shortly moaned. “Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His train of thought quickly devolved into memories of her last heat from there, his control on his mouth snapping. “Can’t stop thinking about your body, how I’d…” He groaned. “I’d fuck you so hard, Hinata-”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Shivers ran through him. “You’d like that, right? My hard cock driving into your dripping pussy-”
“Oh, Naruto-kun...yes…”
Blearily, he grabbed an already used sleeve, and began thrusting into it with earnest. “You’d be so hot and slick, just gripping me so tightly-”
“Naruto-kun!” Her voice pitched breathily.
“Fuck. Hinata. That’s it...”
She moaned, the hungry sound making him grind himself into the tool.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked, trying to imagine her lewd facial expressions.
“...Yes…”
He sighed in desire and frustration, working his hips, grunting and groaning. “...Hinata…”
“Naruto-kun…”
“You’re so soft…”
“Mm…you’re..so...mm...so big...”
Eyes closed, he lay down on his bed, and a picture of her sinking down on him, riding him, ran vividly through his mind.
“You’re so hard…” Her sultry voice slipped around his mind like a drug, carrying him straight to the brink.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum, over and over again.”
“Oh...please...yes…”
“Paint your insides with my seed…” His mind faded as she breathed his name, a sound that toppled him over the edge. He convulsed into the sleeve, pumping his hips wildly, the agony of his orgasm ripping him out of his fantasy.
When his eyes opened again, he was staring at the ceiling, utterly alone. The imagined warmth of her body just the still air of his dorm room.
Her breaths came through the phone as his mind cleared, and he roughly apologized, “Sorry.”
“...Hm? Oh..no, Naruto-kun, it’s, it’s okay, I understand.”
He rested, the exhaustion of his hours of lust suddenly hitting him.
“...Do you want me to come over?”
This short reprieve of his rut had him second-guessing. He knew that once the next wave hit, he’d want her in-person. “I don’t know, maybe, if you want…only if you want.”
“I’ll be there soon, Naruto-kun.”
She let him indulge himself between her own classes, rushing straight to him for a quickie before heading off to her next class, her womanhood and pad-lined panty sticky with the potent seed of his rut.
Numerous times that week, he wished he weren’t on medication so that he could knot her and force her to stay with him until he deflated, even if that meant she’d miss her class.
So when summer break coincided with his second rut, they talked about forgoing the medication. He wonders if he should have known better, but of course, he couldn’t control himself. He knotted her right away, and in his haze of animalistic lust and at the brink of orgasm, his teeth tore off her ribbon from her swollen, pink gland even though he had known it wasn’t the right time. Her hand slapped to her neck right before he could mark her, and he ended up biting her fingers as he came.
It was awful, but she forgave him.
Close calls in their feverish, hormonal lovemaking forced both of them to start wearing locked collars on their glands with the keys in another locked cabinet. It would be too much trouble to retrieve the keys in the throes of passion. She had initially tried simple belted collars, thinking she’d be too foggy to deal with the buckle, but she herself would desperately remove them during the height of her heat while he pounded her into a puddle.
“Please,...Alpha,...claim me,” she breathed, stretching her neck so that he could see her bare, perfectly unscarred, and puffy scent gland.
It took everything in him to shut his eyes, while his inner Alpha raged with desire.
When she realized he couldn’t be enticed, the incident of chomping her fingers still weighing on him, she tried a different tactic. Her teeth picked at his collar, her breath tantalizingly hot on him, her tongue licking at the exposed edges of his equally swollen gland, his heart thudding in his chest for their bond to be finalized.
If she ever bit him, even just a little, he knew he’d claim her in a heartbeat.
But she somehow held herself back every time, only teasing him with her lips and tongue, or the lightest graze of her teeth around where he desperately wanted her to bite down. Then she’d beg for his cum, whispering dirty words he’d never imagine could leave his quiet girlfriend’s lips.
By some way or another, they managed throughout university. He knew their parents would kill them if they bonded too soon, but after proposing to her in their final year, job-hunting, and graduation, he found less and less reasons to hold back.
He didn’t plan on marrying anyone else, and he knew Hinata didn’t plan on it, either. So why weren’t they mated, yet? Would their parents really be angry at them? Technically, they were both working adults now, even if he had only just received his first paycheck.
Her intoxicatingly rich scent enveloped him, like the protective nest of blankets and pillows she’d neatly piled and encircled around them. Her organized nest popped with distinct orange and black from his jackets and shirts, used as pillow cases to scent the entire bed if he steps away for a moment. He himself couldn’t smell the ocean air of his scent that apparently soothes her. Yet she curled into him, trembling and feverish with the onslaught of her fast-approaching heat, breathing in as deeply as she could at his shoulder.
He blinked slowly, the fog of her pheromones sending him through a buzzed state. Was it his imagination, or were her heats getting denser over time, more tantalizing and sensual? Blood was rushing low, desire accumulating slowly yet surely in his core with a certain, particular heaviness growing in his sack with the lovely, familiar scent of her heat. His body was preparing to emulate a rut, readying to knot her, claim her, mate her. The beast within paced itself. His senses felt heightened in awareness of every shiver against his skin, of each puff of her breath, anticipating anything she might need of him, waiting to prove himself worthy.
She squeezed him, soft whimpers spilling from her lips as she rubbed her sensitive breasts into his side. Her nightgown was a thin little piece, meant to provide her some semblance of modesty and keep her cool, but it made little difference to him. Her soft thigh smoothed over his legs, her knee bumping into his erection.
Just that small stimulation had him breathing her in deeply, his eyes rolling back for a second, his heart jumping with lust. He could tell she was almost there, almost ready to succumb to her nature. He knew each of her signs, how she would call for him so wantonly when it was time, how her body would move enticingly, how her slick would sluice down her legs uncontrollably.
He knew her better than he knew himself. Each facial expression, each mood, each routine, each peculiarity and detail.
He felt like he knew everything there was to know of his fiancée, and it intrigued him, frustrated him endlessly to know that there was actually still so much more for him to learn.
Turning his head, he pressed kisses into her hair and let his eyes roam down the dips and swells of her form. “...I want to bond with you, Hinata.”
“But..we’re...not married..yet,” she breathily whispered, still clinging onto her consciousness before her Omega drove her instincts.
“I feel like we’re already married.”
“We...don’t technically...live together...yet.”
“I feel like we’re already bonded.”
“Mmm...we’re not..though.”
“You don’t want to bond?” he asked more pointedly.
“You know I do,” she answered immediately.
“Then why not now?”
“Because…” Her voice died there. She lifted herself up marginally, the effort apparently taxing, heat-glazing eyes barely meeting his own gaze, and he pulled her onto him for a steamy kiss. Her tongue played with and yielded to him, letting him taste her helpless moans until they needed to breathe. Panting, she murmured, “Can we?...bond now...?” Her hand trailed over his bare chest, reaching for his locked collar.
“I love you, Hinata, and I can’t find any reasons to wait anymore.”
She wiggled on him, her lips rocking hotly against his own. “I...love you..too..Naruto-kun… Please, claim...me….tonight.”
He removed himself from her side to get the keys, making sure to soothe her worries about where he was going, then he unlocked his own collar. His gland, swelling in response to her darkening scent, almost felt like it had a heartbeat of its own.
She lay back obediently as soon as he reappeared, and he moved over her as she turned her chin up, letting him unlock her own collar, and he tossed the leather to the ground unceremoniously.
His gaze lingered on her gland, swollen pretty and pink, delicate skin waiting to be broken. He could bite her right now if he wanted to. “Do you want to wait for your heat to come?”
She shook her head. “I...can’t...wait...”
Nodding, he removed his boxers as she threw her nightgown off and rolled down her soaked panties, a heavy string of slick stretching with it.
His breath grew labored as he kneeled between her creamy legs, positioned his dick at her glistening center, and quickly sunk into her marvelous warmth, penetrating her silky folds deeply. “I love you, Hinata.”
“I...love...you...Naru..to-kun…” Her breaths pushed out with his long thrusts, more slick sliding out of her and covering his pelvis. Her sweet scent was much stronger now, piercing his senses into a mindless devotion as he worked his stiff cock into her.
He fell forward, rubbing their chests together, relishing the soft give of her squirming body beneath him with a groan of approval. He found her lips, their tongues caressing each other hungrily, her breath steaming up at him with each squishy thrust.
By the end of tonight, her soft, curvy body and her beautiful, gentle mind would be entirely his. Her chocolatey scent would be his to taste for himself from the intimate source, sweet nectar on his tongue.
He nosed her exposed gland, breathing deeply, his tongue tracing the delicious swell.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered, a tremor shaking her bodily as he licked her, her soft hold clenching around him.
Desire surged, the base of his piece already swelling. “Hinata,” he groaned, trying to hold back his eager, oncoming knot, “can I claim you from the back?”
Like in the traditional pictures. The Alpha dominating the Omega into submission first before they changed places, and the Omega ultimately choosing whether to seal the bond for life. It wasn’t the only way, but it was the one he had frequently fantasized about as a teenager whenever Hinata was absent. Maybe because he was always watching her from the back of the classroom, always noticing if she turned around.
Her light eyes gazed up at him through lowered lashes. “Yes.”
He sat up, pulling her legs together against his chest. A few thrusts into her, and she twisted onto her side, her body curving deliciously, his hands delighting in her pinched waist, her pillowy breasts, the jiggle of her ass as he slapped into her. “Fuck.” His knot was inflating fast, insisting on burying into her with each push. “On your hands and knees, Omega. Present for your Alpha.”
She gained her knees as he pulled out for a second, turning her dripping petals up to him beneath a wiggling, full ass.
He drove forward, ramming himself into her, her body opening up for his knot. He pushed himself deeper as she took the swell of him, her lower lips closing around him, locking him in like she was made for him, her body ready for his inner Alpha to claim her. Excitement thrilled through him, her gland prominently waiting for him with Hinata’s hair draped on the other side. Salivating, he leaned over her prone form, hands gliding and squeezing up her smooth body until his fingers sunk into her breasts.
He tongued her gland, relishing the flutter of her cushiony flesh conforming to his tight knot, the pleasure prickling like static. He let his teeth graze her delicate skin, the tease on his mind unbearable, yet devastating on her.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, oh, Alpha, I’m yours, please, Alpha, only yours, take me, take me-”
His lips enclosed around the swollen skin, gently suckling as she fucked herself on his knot, her ass shaking on his pelvis wildly, aromatic slick smearing all over him. “Hinata, all mine, so cute and needy on my big cock, begging for my claim.”
“Yes, yes, please…” Her repeated, begging promises overpowered the last of his control, his hand reaching further up to take hold of her slender neck, the possessive gesture wringing a mindlessly loud moan from her throat.
He bit.
She burst beneath him.
Hormone-rich flavor flooded his senses, ecstatic pleasure whipping at him like a pinch, grounding his body to hers as warmth pooled low, he was coming hard, but airy delight enfolded him, her scent and taste softly weighing through him. He clung to her shivering body, hands squeezing at her skin, his fingers reaching for more of her, his cock still twitching out cum as far as he could reach. He swallowed down more of his claim, more of the forbidden honey of her body, a devotion sealing upon him that sent his heart throbbing louder and louder, only to realize...it was hers. Her pulse and moaning breaths so clear, he couldn’t hear himself at all.
Heat spread from his chest, circulating out until he was burning uncomfortable pins and needles across his whole body, numbing him.
Except for where they touched.
He had at some point fallen to his side, tangling her to himself as close as he could. Need rippled through him. His body felt empty. His own mating gland felt tight and hot, pulling and pulsing at his neck. Her soft skin and flesh comforted him like a drug, all of his senses zeroing in on her sensation, and he needed more of her, yet his Alpha felt weak, intoxicated, incapable of taking what he wanted.
All he could do was clutch her tightly, pierce himself into her over and over as his knot softened, suck on her skin, and listen to each of her hitching cries in attempts to soothe the aches of an incomplete bond.
Her dewy gland left his lips, and in his lust-ridden daze, he wanted to pin her back down, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t move as she pushed his shoulder, laying him flat, as she mounted him and moved upon him.
Through bleary eyes he regarded the bouncing form of his mate, each stroke making her moans sing in his mind, her heavy pulse drumming in his ears. His Alpha, drunk on his claim, murmured, My Omega, mine, encouraging his hands to pull her wide hips down to meet his weakened thrusts, fingers to lazily pull at her nipples as they jiggled in front of him. Before long, she was taking in his knot again, her flaring hips swaying as she fitted herself onto him, her soft body perfectly taking him, her Omega voice whispering so sweetly, “My Alpha...”
He strained his head to the side in a helpless plea. Never before had he felt so needy or powerless. They had learned in Health Class about how incomplete bonds could drive someone mad. How imbuing someone else’s essence within can lead to emotional, mental, and physical pain if left unanswered.
And he realized he would feel frightened if he didn’t trust her completely to take him in return, to glide her hands across his chest like he’s precious, to lean over him as her heated gasps and cries rang through him, to lowly murmur, “Mine,” an echo that alerted his senses enough for his body to gravitate up toward her, toward her kisses, her teeth, grazing, sinking…
He burned.
Strained.
Furiously released.
Her enticing, whimpering sounds urged him on.
A thick pulse from his gland, to his heart, to his cock.
Like a heavy thread tying him to her fluttering clutch around his throbbing piece, to her rapid pulse beating in his mind, to her caressing and insistent tongue and lips on his neck. His whole self, not just his dick, was knotted to her for the first time. Cum continued to spill out of him, each shot spreading fluffy euphoria over him, whitening his mind around their taut connection.
And then he could truly feel her.
Her Omega.
Pleasant, delighted comfort mirroring his own. Her beautiful emotions washing through him, completing his until he couldn’t distinguish his own high from hers.
He turned his head, pushing her face from his gland, finding hers, and drinking her in. He caught her dripping essence on his tongue, the warm, sweet taste whipping at him once more, drugging him.
Her heightened pleasure raced against his heart as she climbed the peak of ecstasy once more. Striking ecstasy surged harder and harder through their bond, her orgasm crashing through him, more cum spurting out of him as she cried out her elation.
He felt endless.
Cycled and recycled in her embrace. Needing and providing, giving and receiving, sharing and keeping.
They enjoyed their new bond straight through the start of her heat, his body not needing a break for several hours past his normal, rut-less limit. When his piece finally softened, he noticed she wasn’t exhibiting the usual symptoms of her heat, like deliriousness and confusion. He knew exactly what she wanted, and while he pleasured her with a dildo instead, she didn’t beg him for anything he couldn’t give.
She was less tired in the brief respites from her heat.
She seemed settled and happy, rather than struggling against her inner Omega’s needs.
“We should’ve bonded sooner,” he reflected aloud as they finally ate their first meal in over ten hours.
Sitting in his lap, she hummed in agreement, snuggling against his chest, and sighed, “I love you, Naruto-kun.”
“I love you, Hinata.” He smiled, meeting her content expression.
Thoughts of their parents’ reactions were far from their minds.
And of course, as soon as they broke the news when her heat was over, Hinata’s father immediately forced them to have a civil marriage at the courthouse that week, even though their wedding ceremony and celebration with guests were in only a month and a half. Hiashi made Naruto move into Hinata’s apartment immediately, even though the agreement had originally been only for her heats or his ruts.
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They stood together, admiring the photographs of their wedding on the refrigerator. Hinata smiled into his chest as they embraced. “We got to get married twice,” she reflected aloud with a laugh.
“Yeah, see, not too many people get to have two weddings,” he agreed.
“And I got to have you all the time, sooner, so it’s definitely a good thing.”
“Yeah.” He squeezed her harder, despite knowing what her sinfully angelic body would do to him. He was thinking their parents, Hiashi included, must have remembered the effects of new bonds, and for that reason forced them to marry and move in together, beyond just for appearance’s sake and societal expectations…
He missed her all the time. A strange loneliness even if he was surrounded by people. And his libido was much higher than before.
He wasn’t taught that part about the bond in school.
That seeing her at the wedding in her figure-hugging gown would nearly incite an erection. That having their first dance, even in front of all their friends and family, would make him want to grind against her like they’re in the club. That just thinking of her at work would make him feel like he needed to rub one off in the bathroom.
It was like being on the tip of going into a rut, but staying at that edge for days, weeks. He could still control himself easily, but if she’s in his arms here and now, there’s really no reason to stress about it.
It affected her similarly.
She was more than willing, letting him make love to her wherever they were in the apartment, just turning around, pulling her panties down, and allowing him to fit into her so that they could satisfy the physical side-effects of their bond. “Naruto-kun,” she gasped out as she leaned against the kitchen counter.
He watched the soft skin of her ass bouncing on his hips with each of his energetic thrusts. “Hinata, you’re so sexy.”
She hummed a disagreement that turned into a yelp as he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers until they were hard points.
“Yes, you are.” His dick twitched inside of her as she gasped tortured cries. He was going to come quickly, the need beginning to boil over even though it had only been a couple of minutes. His right hand groped her full breast, the plush skin turning him on even harder as his left reached down to find her clit.
His middle finger slid over the hot, moist hood. One gentle stroke, and she was convulsing on him. Two strokes, and she sobbed out his name.
A groan fell out as he pulled himself close to her, shoving his straining piece as deeply as he could and pulsing sweet release into her soft clutch.
She panted into the crook of her arm, letting him rest against her back. “I love you.”
Smiling tiredly into her hair, he whispered, “I love you, too.”
Quickies were a solution to ease their newly mated Alpha and Omega, and gradually, over the course of the year, their cycles calmed and fell into a synchronizing rhythm.
It’s a blessing he doesn’t take for granted. Rutting into his mate and not just any heated Omega found on dating apps. His only partner in his whole life.
There’s nothing better than knowing he’s the only one to have ever held her, the only one to have ever been inside her, to make her gasp and cry in pleasure, to have her slick dripping down his groin, and to have his name on her wanton tongue.
To be the only one she’s ever called, “Alpha…”
To be the only one she looks at with heat-stained pink cheeks and glazed, cloudy, adoring eyes.
To hear her begging for his knot, to bear his child.
He’s lucky.
“Good girl,” he mutters before smashing his lips to hers, her squeals hot on his tongue. Sucking kisses down her jaw, he buries his face at her neck and nudges into her until she opens up for his knot completely. “Take it.” Elation tickles at his extremities, and he holds her soft body closer.
Tense hands press into his back, and her silky flesh pulls at him with insistent tugs around his knot. She arches into him with mindless, urgent praises.
Hot spurts of cum leave his aching cock, and he shudders against her smaller, trembling form. Groaning, he jerks into her, pressing his straining piece as deeply as he can.
Her still-broken gasps, the pull of her body, and the vibrant scent of her gland promise him a long climax, and he imagines the concentrated seed of his rut soaking into her cervix.
She’s probably already pregnant from their first round with the fertile conditions of their bond, but that knowledge only stirs his Alpha’s primal instincts.
In some bygone evolutionary past, unmated outsiders of the pack would be drawn to a pregnant female’s “glow,” her shroud of strongly attractive aroma meant to encourage her own mate to stay close and provide...
Itʻs a medical fact that soon Hinata’s enticing scent will lure others with little self-control.
So he just needs to make sure they know she’s his.
Sitting up, he leisurely grinds into her jolting body, delighting in each tortured cry. She’s still sensitive to the touch, but he strokes the slanting curves of her hips, around to her soft thighs near his torso, then back up her body to squish into her tits. Minutes of caressing her body pass, and his knot gradually deflates, allowing him to stab into her with longer thrusts. “Hina...you feel how hard I still am for you?”
She nods with a blissful smile. “Naruto-kun,” she coos.
“Yeah.” He grabs her wrists and brings her hands down, silently encouraging her to feel their sloppy connection below.
Dutifully, her hand encircles the base of his length as he pulls out, dripping with their cum, while he has her other hand smear against her steamy womanhood. “My Alpha’s made me so wet,” she comments, her cloudy eyes lidded in sensual intimacy.
He takes her hands and flattens them against her stomach, then glides them up to her full breasts. Watching her touch herself, he groans as he penetrates back into her slick folds. “Feel how soft you are? Feel how your body makes me so hard for you?”
The pink of her cheeks deepens as she moans, and he pierces her a few more times before withdrawing once more.
He drags his cock along her thigh and rubs the mess into her creamy skin. He scoops the dribbling loads from her pussy and smoothes it across her tummy. “Rub it in.”
She does the rest without prompting, her fingers reaching down to her lower lips spread around the tip of his girth before drawing back up to trace shining patterns over her skin.
Grinding into her, he watches her hands dip over the slopes of her body, her fingers shamelessly lingering at her nipples, pleasuring herself, leaving their cum shining on her areolas. “Pretty tits,” he grunts, leaning down to nip at the jiggling, erect buds.
Suddenly she tenses up, writhing beneath him, her breasts pillowing against his face. Her stressed grip clenches at his biceps, and he looks up to see her agonized expression.
Her eyes closed in rapture.
Swollen lips wide open, her jaw working around a breathless scream.
Velvety folds tighten around him, inviting him to snuggle deeper as her creamy fluid splashes down his balls. Pride sizzles through him at the tell-tale signs of a well-loved Omega, the idea of her soon-to-be multiple, repeated orgasms exciting him.
She bucks up at him, quietly begging, “More…knot...need…knot…”
Pulling out, he flips her onto her stomach. Using his knees to spread her legs apart, he glides his piece along the length of her crack, steamy slick sticking to her ass cheeks as he compares his engorged size to her smaller body.
“Naru-”
He slides back into her spread petals, rapidly pounding into her. Avidly watching her ass bounce against him, he slaps the pale skin to bright red, earning him ecstatic squeals. That familiar pinching surges low, and he’s swollen again, his knot taut and full, but her dripping folds easily wrap around him as he pushes in.
She gasps mindless words of appreciation that devolve into a moan once he reaches beneath her to stroke her slippery clit. One, two, three hard rubs with his fingers, and her passage tightens up in rhythmic tugs on his knot.
His eyes roll back as she forces his ejaculate out, a snarl fixed into his jaw. His fingers push into her clit as he grinds into her, ensuring a torturous orgasm that leaves her breathlessly climbing another peak soon after.
“A-Alpha, oh, Alpha!” Creamy slick leaks around his knot as she writhes enticingly beneath him, and within a minute, her soaked walls are massaging his hot length once more in trembling ecstasy.
Grunting, he squirts out the last of his load, adrenaline streaming hot-cold from every extremity, tingling pleasure washing through and seeping into her.
He collapses, pulling her to their sides. Eyes falling closed, he focuses his senses on the chocolatey taste of her honey dripping on his tongue, the melty feeling of his cock nestled securely in their shared moisture, and the softness of her areolas puckered into tight nubs between his fingers. He enjoys her squirming ass in his lap, the thumping beat of her heart in the background of his mind, her loving sighs.
Teasing pleasure tickles at his inner beast, and possessive affection blooms strong within.
An instinctive pressure in his chest to hold her close and never let go.
Ebbing and flowing through his veins, emotion rising like an incoming tide. It’s still hardly the start of their first acclimated bond together; they’re only just entering the final stage of the mating process.
Her heady scent is stronger than ever, and he’s sinking into it. The pitching climax of their bond has him relinquishing control to her needs, his body easily responding to her desires. They’re reaching a new depth and alignment in their relationship that excites and mystifies him, will conceivably drag him under and rebirth him.
“Do..do you hear that?” Her breathless voice is barely audible over the faint, singing hum he can feel trembling through them, a primordial tone of mates only ever described, never recorded.
“Yeah.” Content attachment fizzes through him, bubbles across his skin, and he cuddles her close, snuggling his piece deep.
She turns her head, hot blush dusted across her cheeks, warm lips and tongue slotting perfectly with his.
He is meant for this, meant for her to be meant for him. Maybe the gods didn’t tie red threads between their fingers, but she twined him in herself. Each look, word, scrap of attention paid tangled them, sewed his soul to hers in a way their bodies can only attempt to replicate in sinfully sweet ritual.
“Naru..mm…” Her light gasps mist at his tongue with each rock into her body, and he drinks each breath in, savors the pure adoration and unremitting arousal he can taste from her lips.
“I know, Hinata, I know.” Sweet craving and even sweeter indulgence wrap beautifully about him, and he draws them deeper to sweetest release.
#naruto-smut-monday#naruhina fanfiction#naruhina fanfic#thank you for reading!#alpha/beta/omega au#a/b/o dynamics
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Aaand last but not least, rounding off the February round up: all the M/M fills created over the month, sorted by ship and then by rating.
Take a look, take heed of the tags/warnings/ratings (including those where the creator has decided to use the 'Not rated' and 'Choose not to use archive warnings' options - these works could contain anything at all, so please practice self-care when deciding whether or not to click on that link!) and make sure you leave these wonderful creators some love!
Elyan/Gwaine
You are enough by donttouchtheneednoggle
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings
Summary: Deep in the midst of all manner of chaos, Elyan and Gwaine find each other.
Elyan/Percival
Meet the polycule by donttouchtheneednoggle
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: We got to see Percival meeting one member of the round table, but what about the rest?
Knights of the sewing circle by donttouchtheneednoggle
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Everyone keeps stealing Elyan's hoodie. And really, what is Camelot's pettiest knight supposed to do?
Gwaine/Percival
Rule Breaker by vampdocx
Rating: Explicit
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Gwaine knows Percy is into it. He just isn’t sure if Percy is into it right now, when Gwaine is half-hard in his friend’s hot tub because Percy called him a slut.
Merlin/Gwaine
untitled by merlinsprat
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: gifset :)
A Little While Longer by SneakyBoyMerlin
Rating: Explicit
Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings
Summary: Merlin is kidnapped, and Gwaine is the one who finds him.
Merlin/Lancelot
Who are the Sinners Among Us? by archaeologist_d
Rating: Explicit
Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings
Summary: Love takes and takes and takes and they keep loving anyway. Or how Merlin and Lancelot deal with Arthur’s marriage to Gwen.
Merlin/Mordred
Dragonlords Grow Horns?! by fxndom-hoe
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Mordred finds out something about Dragonlords.
Merlin/Arthur
Merlin's Princess Bride by fxndom-hoe
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: A retelling of The Princess Bride in which Merlin uses magic to save Prince Arthur from his kidnappers and prevent King Uther from forcing him into marriage.
Where Did You Go by QueenoftheBritons
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin enters the veil to secure it, but the memory of him is erased as a result.
no use crying over skimmed milk by heartsocold
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: There was no need to cry. It’s just, he supposed, that this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. His entire week was awful - absolutely terrible - and this was just the thing that pushed him over the edge.
Fresh Flowers by schweet_heart
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: After dealing with Edwin and ensuring the king's recovery, Merlin takes care of a small personal matter.
Baby, it's cold outside by Stardustwrites17
Rating: General audiences
Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings
Summary: In which Merlin cares too much about others (and too little about himself), Arthur is a good prince and he's hopelessly in love with his servant.
The Dolma Deception by archaeologist_d
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Arthur finds the Dolma’s ratty outfit in Merlin’s room. Merlin is a crap liar about it.
Excalibur Reborne by archaeologist_d
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin might be teaching Arthurian legend—he’d lived it after all, but when one of his students finds Excalibur, it raises more questions than answers.
Wrapped Up In You by tehfanglyfish
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Not long after Freya’s death, the first in a series of mysterious packages appeared in Merlin’s room. Though they all contained ornate dresses sewn from material so fine that they befitted a queen rather than a servant, his name was clearly written on the accompanying tags. Over the years, whenever Merlin faced great triumph or great tragedy, the dresses kept arriving. The sender, though, remained a mystery, until one night when Merlin learned the truth of who had given them, a revelation that led to Merlin sharing secrets of his own.
Etemenanki by esmerod
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin is taken as a child and brought to Camelot where he's locked up in a tower. He meets the prince, and destiny takes its inevitable course, as it always does.
Just a stupid Thing Teenagers Do (Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt) by lea_ndra/ Leandra/ nuttersinc
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: It's Christmas and Merlin's boyfriend comes to an uncomfortable realisation after family dinner.
Excalibur Reborne - chapter 2 by archaeologist_d
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin might be teaching Arthurian legend—he’d lived it after all, but when one of his students finds Excalibur, it raises more questions than answers.
Slipping through my fingers (all that time) by Stardustwrites17
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings
Summary: On her deathbed, Magic let's Ygraine watch her son grow up, to be the king Albion needs. More than that, she's assured Arthur will be happy and loved.
Sleeping Beauty by archaeologist_d
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Rescuing Arthur from the curse of eternal sleep should have been a piece of cake, but kissing him to break said curse? That was a step too far.
Excalibur Reborne by archaeologist_d
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin might be teaching Arthurian legend—he’d lived it after all, but when one of his students finds Excalibur, it raises more questions than answers.
Excalibur Reborne by archaeologist_d
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin might be teaching Arthurian legend—he’d lived it after all, but when one of his students finds Excalibur, it raises more questions than answers.
Suit Up by evaelisaa
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: Merlin is joining Arthur to a Pendragon corporate event for the first time, but he doesn’t own a suit, so Arthur makes him wear one of his.
Tell me every terrible thing you ever did (and let me love you anyway) by Stardustwrites17
Rating: Teen
Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings
Summary: In which a witch-hunt takes place in Camelot, Arthur worries for Merlin's safety and Merlin worries for his secrets.
The Road to Knighthood by evaelisaa
Rating: Teen
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Summary: Merlin is about to get knighted when Lancelot barges into the antechamber where Merlin is getting ready with the news that Guinevere got kidnapped.
No Hands Had Ever Been So Gentle, Nor So Deadly by queerofthedagger
Rating: Teen
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Summary: Arthur's kidnapped. Of course, Merlin comes to find him, but getting Arthur out might've been the easiest part.
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Rating: Mature
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Summary: Arthur remembers on a Sunday, but Merlin isn't here. His dreams may yet lead Arthur to him.
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Rating: Mature
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Rating: Mature
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Summary: Merlin and Arthur watch Cherry Magic, leading to several unexpected revelations.
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Rating: Explicit
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Summary: "I've bought you a gift." Arthur stopped humming along with the song on the radio and turned his head towards the driver’s seat.
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Summary: It’s the first evening where Merlin is a knight, but because of a deal he made with Arthur, Merlin is still the one who has to help the king get ready for bed.
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Rating: Explicit
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Summary: The spies sent to bring about Camelot’s downfall weren’t exactly expecting Merlin locked up in the stocks and Arthur busy behind him. Oh, my.
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A Valentine's Day prompt, if you're taking them : Ezekiel has never been in a relationship so he has never celebrated anything like Valentine's Day, and Jake throws his entire hopeless romantic self into trying to show Ezekiel a good time?
you shouldn’t have given me this much power. this is probably the cheesiest, fluffiest thing that i have ever written in my entire life.
I hope you enjoy!!
He’d only mentioned itin passing, but Jacob hadn’t been able to stop thinking about if for weeks.
They’d been in Jake’sapartment on his couch with his arm thrown over Ezekiel’s shoulders, andEzekiel’s head resting against his chest. Jake had honestly thought that he’dbeen asleep until he’d murmured, “I’ve never done that.”
At first, Jake had beenreally confused on what he’d been talking about but then he looked up at the TVwhich was barely audible but was flashing a shitty RomCom that Ezekiel haddemanded they watch when they got home. On the screen, the characters weresitting in a restaurant that was decked out in pink, red, and white hearts.They were smiling dopily at each other and about to feed each other a spoonfulof their desserts.
“Done what?” Jake askedsleepily. It’d been a long day, and he hadn’t even been watching the video sohe wasn’t exactly sure what was happening.
Ezekiel shrugged againsthim. “Valentine’s Day. The hearts and the roses and the chocolate.”
“You haven’t?” Jakeasked and now he was frowning. Glaring at the TV which was now showing thecouple skipping and laughing through the rain, as ridiculous as that was.
“Nah,” Ezekiel mumbled.“I’ve never really had the opportunity to. Never been in a realrelationship…before this one, I guess.”
Jake hadn’t said anythingelse about it because Ezekiel had passed out right after, but it did lead him to alot of thinking.
And a lot ofplanning.
~~~
When Ezekiel woke up, hewasn’t expecting Jake to be at the end of the bed with a tray of steaming hotchocolate and waffles. He had a giant grin on his face, and he was wearing apair of plastic, heart sunglasses with the glass tinted pink.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”he said cheerfully. “I made you breakfast.”
Ezekiel, feeling veryconfused, sat up slowly as Jake brought him the tray. “Where’d you get thoseglasses?”
“Cassandra,” Jake said,shrugging. He placed the tray on Ezekiel’s lap, still grinning. It was weird;Ezekiel had never seen him grin that big for so long. “Eat quickly, I have awhole day planned with you.”
“Why?” Ezekiel askedslowly, cutting a bite of waffle off for himself.
Jake shrugged again.“It’s Valentine’s Day, idiot. Eat.”
When Ezekiel was doneeating, he changed clothes and brushed his teeth, and then brought the trayinto the kitchen. Jake was nowhere to be found. Ezekiel rolled his eyes andthrew the dishes in the sink. He wandered into the living room and found Jakesitting at the couch. The glasses were pushed back into his hair, and he wasfiddling with something in his hands.
“What’s up?” Ezekiel asked,leaping over the couch and settling next to him.
“This is for you,” Jakesaid, showing off the thing in his hands. It was a black leather string and onthe end of it, a piece of gray rock attached to it. It took Ezekiel a fewminutes to realize it was a necklace, and a few more to even comprehend that JacobStone was giving him jewelry.
“A necklace?” Ezekielasked, but he took it anyways and strung it around his neck. He picked up thestone and twirled it around in his fingers, frowning down at it. “And what’sthis?”
“It’s a piece ofStumpy,” Jake told him. Ezekiel quickly looked back up and him, and Jakequickly said, “Sorry that sounds really weird! I went back to the collegeforever ago and for some reason they kept some of the pieces of him in the basement intheir archive room. Maybe to document the weird day when a tentacle monster attacked their school? I dunno. But I snuck in and nabbed a piece.”
Ezekiel smirked, lettingthe stone fall against his chest. “You stole something from a collegearchive room? Basically the equivalent to a museum?”
Jacob shrugged, but hisface turned a little pink. “Uh, well, I hate the professor there anyway. Plus,Stumpy was technically yours. I was just…taking him back?”
“Right,” Ezekiel said,nodding slowly at him. “Sure.”
“Whatever,” Jake said,wiping the issue away with a swipe of his hand. “You do like it though…right?”
Ezekiel met Jacob’s eyesand found they were soft and sincere and, above all, absolutely hopeful. Hecouldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as he nodded. “Yeah, I love it.I just feel bad because I didn’t get youanything…”
Jake shook his head, standing up.“Don’t worry about it. You having a good day today is all the gift I need.” Heheld out a hand. “C’mon, let’s get to the Library. We need the Backdoor foryour next event.”
Ezekiel rolled his eyes, but he letJake tug him up.
~~~
At the Library, Jake made a beelinefor the Backdoor and the globe, already figuring something into it. Ezekielfollowed him more slowly, grinning at the way the Backdoor was covered in redstreamers with hanging, pink hearts.
“You do this too?” Ezekiel askedJake, who was biting his lip as he pushed at buttons.
Jake slowly took his eyes away fromthe globe and glanced at the Backdoor. He shook his head. “Nah. Must’ve been,Cass. She mentioned something about taking Estrella on a tour through the Library.”He snorted. “They’re probably in the Secret Garden right now.”
He pressed a few more things andthen the Backdoor began to glow. He stepped towards Ezekiel proudly and pushedhis goofy glasses back down on his eyes. He held out a looped arm towardsEzekiel. “Your magical backdoor awaits.”
Ezekiel sighed and shook his head,but he looped his arm with Jake’s and let him lead them through the Backdoor.
When they stumbled through, Ezekiel hadto blink his eyes a few times because the sun was so bright, which was weird forFebruary. When his eyes finally adjusted, he realized they were at a Mini Golf course.He glanced at Jake to find a cheeky grin and a wink that was thrown his way. “Whatdo you think?”
Ezekiel looked around the piratethemed golf course. He was surprised to find it completely empty save for alone teenager sitting in the booth, lazily looking at his phone. He glanced atJake. “Where are we?”
“Florida,” Jake told him which explainedthe bright sun and warm breeze. “This is Smugglers Cove Adventure Mini Golf Park.”He pulled a notepad out of his back pocket and showed it to Ezekiel. “We’realso gonna go to Branson, Missouri; Lincolnshire, Illinois; and Rapid City,South Dakota. Most of their courses are closed right now, but I got Jenkins tohelp me wire the Backdoor up to get us past the entrances.”
“Isn’t that a felony?” Ezekiel askedhim as they strolled towards the lazy teen.
Jake glanced at him. “Not ifanybody catches us.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You gotta learn tolive a little, Jones.”
Ezekiel snorted. “Who are you andwhat have you done with Jacob Stone?”
Jake rolled his eyes at him andreached down, grabbing his hand. “C’mon, this’ll be great.”
~~~
By the end of the day, they’d playedat twelve different Mini Golf courses (and Ezekiel had beaten Jake each andevery time), and Jake had even taken him on a nice little (if not a bit cold) picnicin Central Park. They were just returning to the Library, and Ezekiel wasleaning heavily against Jake’s side.
“Why did we do this again?” Ezekielasked him. His feet hurt, and he was pretty sure he’d gotten burnt in Floridawhich was gonna look weird when he strolled the streets of Portland. But it hadbeen a nice day, so he wouldn’t trade it for anything…except maybe some Aloe.
Jacob shrugged, careful not todislodge Ezekiel from his side. “You said you’d never had a real Valentine’sDay, so I wanted to make one for you. Mini Golf and picnics are, like, thecheesiest date things ever. Plus these glasses are horrible, but everyone knowsthat when you’re in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, you gotta do thecheesiest things known to mankind. Now I’ve put, like, twelve Valentine’s Daysinto you in one go.”
Ezekiel was grinning as he shook hishead. “You’re ridiculous.” He yawned. “Can we go home now?”
Jake shook his head. “No, I gottatake you to do one more thing. Please? We don’t even have to leave the Library.”
“Ugh,” Ezekiel whined, “fine.”
Jake’s grin was so huge that it wasworth the way he grabbed Ezekiel’s hand and nearly tore his arm out of itssocket as he dragged him through the Library. As they walked, Jake rambled, “I foundit a few days ago. Jenkins says he’s never seen it before. He thinks maybe it’sone of the pools turned upside-down. I don’t really care though because it’s absolutelyperfect. It’s the blue door with the golden – ah! There it is!”
He pulled open a door, and Ezekiel immediatelyjumped back. Inside the room was a steady sheet of rain. It ceaselessly fellfrom the ceiling to the floor but, somehow, wasn’t building up in a puddle.Jake glanced back at him, grinning. “What’s a real cheesy, romantic day withouta kiss in the rain?”
“I don’t wanna get wet,” Ezekielsaid, pouting at him.
Jake laughed and tugged him in. “C’mon,trust me.”
Ezekiel reluctantly followed Jakeinside and quickly found he had nothing to worry about. Somehow (Ezekiel wasguessing magic) the rain was still falling around them, but it moved like a sheetaround them and didn’t land on them at all. They walked, perfectly dry, untilthey reached the middle of the room.
Jake was smiling sweetly as hepulled Ezekiel towards him. He rested his hands against Ezekiel’s hips, andEzekiel lifted his arms to rest them against Jake’s shoulders, crossing thembehind Jake’s back. They leant forward until their foreheads were pressed togetherand their noses brushed.
Jake sighed, and his warm breathwashed over Ezekiel’s face, making him scrunch up his nose. Ezekiel quicklywiped the expression off his face and smiled at him, slightly shaking his headand carefully not dislodging Jake. “Thank you.”
“For?” Jake asked even though heknew damn well what Ezekiel was thanking him for. And if he didn’t then Ezekielhimself was going to kick the idiot outta the Library.
“For today,” Ezekiel said. He bithis lip before murmuring, “I’ve never known anybody who’d do that for me.”
“Well, now you do,” Jake said, andthe tone of his voice conveyed just how much he meant it. He’d do anything for Ezekiel, and the feelingwas mutual. He grinned. “I love you.”
Ezekiel couldn’t help the way hislips pulled into a huge smile. “I love you too.”
And he leaned in the extra fewinches and pressed a sweet kiss against Jake’s lips. The rain pattered aroundthem, and Jake’s hands squeezed around his hips.
It really was a perfect day.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Broadchurch
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler
Characters: Alec Hardy, Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: pregnancy!fic, Flu, happy bloody valentine's day, UST, married, Fluff
Series: Part 5 of ClosedVerse, Part 2 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration
Summary:
It's one week after that Bloody Valentine's Day, and Rose has passed the flu along to Alec. Talk about a mini-break gone wrong.
Written for @pipertennant, winner of the Alec x Rose ficlet for my Follower Milestone fic drawing. Her prompt was Getaway Gone Wrong
Rose startled as Alec sneezed, drawn-out and thunderous.
“I can not bloody believe this.” Alec flopped back onto the pillow. A scattering of toxic tissues littered the floor next to the bed where he’d missed the little bin.
Rose sat on the edge of the mattress and smoothed his fever-droopy hair off of his forehead. “I’m so, so sorry. I feel responsible. I gave this bug to you.”
“Stop that. You’re not responsible.” He smirked, and then groaned.
She withdrew her hand and sighed. “You know what I mean, Alec. Don’t be a prat.”
“Sorry. I’m not mad at you.” Alec took her hand and kissed it. “At least I can’t give it back to you.”
“I really wish Torchwood had the antidote for this one. Sorry to say this, but it’s going to get a lot worse before you start to feel better.”
“Well you had better tell them to get of their arses and get working on that antidote yesterday. You seem to have some pull over there.” Alec cracked a smile even though his eyes were closed.
Rose crawled over him to the other side of the bed. She punched the fluffy the goose-down pillow and propped herself against the elegant, carved headboard. “This room is amazing. Didn’t know about this place. You did good, DI Hotty.”
“Yeah, and I can’t enjoy it. No moonlight beach walks. No 99s. Bloody flu. Bloody non-cancelation policy at the hotel. I want to go home, Rose.” He coughed, and then wheezed, and then coughed again.
“You’re too sick to go home. You can get pampered here. Order room service, soak in that huge tub, watch all the telly you want.”
“You know I hate telly. Bloody waste of time.”
“Just saying…” She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. “Not like there’s anything else you can be doing right now. You couldn’t be at work anyway, so how is it wasting time?”
He harrumphed and flopped onto his side, facing away from her.
“Alec, can’t you even try to rest? I know you feel wretched, but don’t take it out on me.”
“You took it out on me when you had the flu!”
“Oh, so we’re gonna do this, then? Tit for tat? Even Steven? A bit juvenile, if you ask me.” Rose sighed hard and closed her eyes. It was her turn to sigh.
They were both quiet for a while, and the room was silent until Rose started to flip through the room service menu.
“Want something to eat?”
“Soup. And hot tea. And both will be rubbish. Too much salt in the soup. And no one makes tea as good as you.”
Rose half smiled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me since you spiked that fever.”
Alec again rolled on to his side, but this time he faced his wife. “I’m being a bastard.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. But you aren’t very pleasant to be around right now. If you weren’t honestly sick, I’d say you had Man Flu.”
“There is no such thing as Man Flu.”
“Sorry. That was rude. But I’m trying my best to make this easier for you, DI. I really am.”
“I know.” He coughed and then groaned. “I wanted to make up for the shoddy Valentine’s Day. You had flu. I didn’t get you anything. I—“
“Alec, don’t. You didn’t have to do this you know, book this mini-break. I never thought of this as trying to make up for Valentine’s Day.”
He was quiet.
“There wasn’t anything to make up for. I liked our Valentine’s Day. Jammie Dodgers and curry? Near the top of my list of favourite things. The only bad part was the flu bit.”
He nodded gingerly, eyes closed. “So not a do-over, then. But this is the truth. I did it because I wanted to do something nice for my lovely wife who puts up with my moods and irritation and complaints on a daily basis.”
Rose kissed his cheek and stretched out next to him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
He threaded his fingers through her soft hair and let out an exhausted sigh.
“What would be doing right now if you didn’t have a fever of 102?” Rose asked against his chest.
He pondered for a moment. “It’s almost eight, so right about now, we are being seated for dinner. Candle light. Champagne. Strawberries dipped in real chocolate, not the chalky fake kind.”
“Oi! Are you ever going to give that a rest? That was the first and last time I ever bought that.”
“I’ll never stop teasing you about that.”
She laughed quietly. “What next?”
“And after dinner, there we will be dancing in the glass-domed conservatory.”
“What are you wearing?” she asked.
“There’s a dress code at the restaurant, so I’m in my nicest suit — nothing I ever wear to work. It’s the one I wore to our wedding.”
“Blue tie, or red?”
“Red.”
She hummed happily. “I like that one.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked.
“I am wearing that black cocktail dress that I wore to the Torchwood Christmas party.”
“Sexy. I like that dress because I can feel your back while we’re dancing. Can slip my hands under the fabric. And it’s got that low cut bit up front.”
“Knew you liked it.”
“What shoes?” he asked.
“You do have a thing for shoes, don’t you?”
“Heels show off your brilliant running legs.”
“Four inch stilettos. They get me closer to your lips.”
Alec scratched her scalp. “Cheeky. What colour are they?”
“Shiny red. The bloke who sold them to me said they made my legs look good.“
Alec quietly grunted, and Rose laughed quietly. “Jealous?”
“Always.”
“Don’t be. And these don’t hurt—“
He completed her thought. “They don’t hurt your feet. On the other hand, you won’t have to kick them off and play footsie under the table.“ Alec laughed, but it turned into a racking coughing spell.
“Oh, love. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this.” Rose lifted her head and looked at him with sad eyes.
He encouraged her to return her head to his chest. “After we dance for a while, we’ll go into the bar for a nightcap. I’ll have a glass of sparkling water with lime, and you can have whatever you want. You know what they say about too much drink and sexual performance for men.”
“I doubt you could ever have that particular problem,” Rose growled as she stroked the smattering of hair on his chest.
“But remember, I’ve already had Champagne. Don’t want to tempt fate. And I want to be in my right mind when I make love to you. Want to memorise every single curve and dimple and soft and warm delicious part of you.”
Rose breathed in and out. “Not fair. This is worse than sexting. Because you’re here, and we can’t do anything about it because you’ve got the flu. You’re a tease.”
He chuckled. “Always. Teasing pays off most of the time.”
She buried her face into his chest, and breathed in the scent of his soap, but grimaced a bit as he also smelt of sweat and flu. “I’m glad we came here. Even though you have the flu, it’s still brilliant to get away.”
“Been too long.”
“Let’s do this again? But when you’re not flat on your back with the flu.”
“A non-Valentine’s do-over do-over?”
“Exactly.” Rose hesitated for a minute. “We’d better get in all of the minibreaks that we can before October.”
“What’s happening in October?”
Rose paused to chew her lip. She stilled her hand. “I was going to wait until dinner tonight, but since we aren’t going to dinner…” Her voice trailed off.
“Sorry about dinner. Never been to a Michelin two star restaurant before.”
“Never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should wait. You’re sick and this is important, and—“
“You’ve piqued my interest now. No going back. I could investigate. My powers of interrogation are nearly always successful.” He coughed again. “Care to confess before I begin what will certainly not be a pleasant process.”
“Usually your interrogations are extremely pleasant. I happen to know you brought your cuffs.”
“Always on duty. I don’t go anywhere without them.”
“How well I know. Came in handy in my storage room.”
“Stop stalling.”
Rose hesitated for a moment, and then rolled off of the bed. She padded across the thick carpet to her suitcase. After digging around a bit, she returned to the bed, but stood still as a statue, her face flushing. She breathed in and out a few times.
“Would you hurry it up woman?” Alec said it as strongly as he could in his weakened state.
“Sorry. I’m nervous. I don’t know what you’re going to think about this. It’s unexpected and frankly, I’m shocked because, well, it was supposed to be 99.9% effective.”
From behind her back, she produced a small parcel wrapped in light blue tissue. It was wrapped like a piece of sweet candy, each end tied with pink ribbon. She climbed onto the bed, and sat on her knees. Biting her lip, she held it out to him.
Alec’s eyes went wide. He sat up as well as he could before he took the package from her outstretched hand. One bow was released as he tugged the tail, and then the second fell free. Without tearing the paper, he unrolled the tissue.
“You’re…?” Alec pulled out a tiny pair of baby booties.
She nodded. “Pregnant. Yeah.” She picked at her fingernails and nodded. Her eyes began to glisten.
“And you’re upset?” he asked, voice small.
She shook her head, and bit back a smile. “Not hardly. I didn’t know what you’d think about it.”
With more strength than a man with the flu should have, he grabbed her hand and tugged her down to him. He peppered her face with kisses. “How could I ever be upset?” He kissed the top of her head, and placed his hand low on her back. “So when do you think it happened?”
“Hard to tell. You’re always jumping my bones,” she teased.
“I do not jump your bones. It’s not my fault you’re so incredibly irresistible.”
“I like to think it happened when we went on that walk in the snow to the gazebo.”
“You were shivering. It was my duty as a husband to warm you up.” He cleared his throat a few times, and then grabbed a tissue. “Clothes-on sex is hot.”
“Speaking of hot. We need to stop talking about this. I’m getting… hot.”
“Bloody flu.”
#alec x rose#broadwho#closedverse#whoville follower milestone#gift fic#teninchfic#pipertennant#fluff#grumpy alec#really grumpy alec#pregnancy!fic#pregnancy#married!fic
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