creeping rose

I’m so gone that I sit at a concert and hear a song I’ve known for decades and all I can think about …

Originally posted by whovette


Penny and her bandmates were restless beyond belief on this airship voyage. Why did Vale have to be so far away? Neo had paced the floor of the vessel countless times already. Of course, Neo was always restless; she could hardly stop moving even when she was asleep. Magenta was holed up in a room with her guitar. Daisy was drumming on any surface she could find.

Penny didn’t dare practice, as both her voice and her trumpet would annoy the other passengers. Being loud would have unfortunate outcomes for the four of them. Dust, why did this trip need to take so long?

Penny took solace in the thoughts of seeing her wonderful red girl. Ruby Rose had promised to make the scene at the show, and would probably want Penny to stay with her for as long as she could. The Rooster’s Teeth was Penny’s most favorite venue to perform, and it made the Mechanical Girls sound stellar. Atlas’s very own Extra Life was a decent venue, but Penny had played there millions of times, so it had long lost its sparkle.

Also, a show at the Rooster’s Teeth meant quality Ruby time. Ruby would move to Atlas, she’d told Penny many times, if she weren’t so desperately needed at Signal. Qrow was always away on missions these days, and Ruby had stepped into his slot. There were not very many scythe wielders out there, and their prowess and experience were invaluable.

That didn’t change how Penny felt, but she respected her girlfriend’s wishes all the same. She wished this airship ride didn’t last so long. She wouldn’t have so much time to think about such things. A practice session would be lovely, but most of the passengers were certain to be asleep at this late hour. There wasn’t much else that would take her stress away.

Her scroll beeped and vibrated. She snatched it up from her handbag and tapped the ‘Unlock’ button. A message from her most favorite person showed on the screen.

'Hey, lovely. :)’ The message read. Penny grinned from ear to ear at reading that.

'Hey, Gemstone!’ She tapped away. 'I can’t sleep on this airship to save my life.’

'Yeah, that’s always a real drag. :/’ Her Gemstone replied. Penny tapped away at her Scroll excitedly. She was so happy Ruby had been awake. Her nerves had calmed down as she read Ruby’s messages and tapped out her replies. Ruby was better at texting than talking unless she was right there with someone, so Penny didn’t press her for a phone call or anything.

Within just a few more hour she would see her favorite person.


“PENNY!!” Ruby shouted as Penny moved past the terminal. She tossed her bags down on the floor and rushed over to hug Ruby, the two of them crashing onto the floor. “Whyyyy?” Ruby groaned, knowing full well she’d brought that on herself.

“I’m so happy to see you, Ruby! This flight has been horrendous. We’ve had almost no time to practice, which was about the only thing that could keep me from stressing out.”

“Yeah, trumpets are loud, and airships aren’t exactly spacey. You guys can have a session at my place. If they’re all willing to haul over there…”

“I’m sure we’ll get a session or two at the Teeth. I have a little time for you, though. Shall we grab a bite to eat?” She asked politely. Ruby beamed at the idea.

“Ursa Major has the best eats in Vale! Wait, you don’t eat animals…”

“I eat fish, as long as it isn’t looking at me. No other meat, though.”

“Oh, well they have a pretty awesome seabass there,” Ruby cheered. Once Penny reclaimed her bags, the two of them made for Ruby’s truck. Their meal at Ursa Major was stellar, and Penny left their waitron a positively monstrous tip. The young girl had cheered loudly and hugged Penny, and she even packed a nice dessert in the girls’ doggy bag.

Ruby dropped Penny off at the Rooster’s Teeth. The rest of the band had already checked in, so Penny walked into the venue and up to the desk.

“She’s a sound tech, she’s with us.” She told the staff woman, who nodded. Ruby thought she saw the woman wink, but it didn’t matter. Ruby was backstage with her girlfriend’s band and would be onstage for the performance, at least according to Penny.

Neo slapped and plucked the enormous strings of her bass guitar, the anticipation causing her eyes to change colors. Daisy smashed away at her drums while Magenta ran chords with her guitar. Penny tuned her own guitar, though she’d probably hardly need it, and tested out Magenta’s saxophone. With two horns they could play one of Penny’s favorites.

“So, could we run through 'TANK’ real fast, ladies?” Neo smirked wildly at the mention of the song, slapping out the familiar rhythm with her bass guitar. The beat took over Daisy’s senses, and Penny and Magenta thrust their horns up. They traded back and forth, as the song was little more than a huge horn solo.

“Incredible as always…” Ruby cheered as the band finished. Penny winked, her bright green eyes melting Ruby’s heart. She really did love this woman. The distance could be trying at times, but she had Signal and Penny had the Mechanical Girls. Were there any Primary Combat Schools in Atlas? She was unfamiliar with how the school system worked there since the military and all that was crammed together.

“Penny, I think I want to move to Atlas with you… Is there a PCS there, do you know?” She asked her girlfriend. Penny’s eyes turned to stars at the very idea.

“My father helps students at Alsius Academy to forge their weapons. He mentioned they were looking for a new teacher for their Creatures of Grimm course. Isn’t that what you teach at Signal?” Ruby nodded. “I’ll call him after the concert and see who you’ll need to get in touch with to see about that. Oh, I can’t believe we might be able to move in together!” Penny cheered at the height of her voice. She almost knocked Magenta over with her trumpet. “Oh, sorry Gen.” Magenta shrugged it off. She knew how excitable Penny could be, especially with the little redhead around.

A technician for the club called for them to make the stage. Penny smiled and kissed Ruby before she and her bandmates ventured to the stage for sound check and to perform.

“You can come to the stage, too, hon. I know you aren’t really with the band, but Penny might kick our faces if we don’t let you up there.” The tech told Ruby, winking as he followed the band. Ruby rushed up to the stage, trying not to get rose petals everywhere.

The Mechanical Girls’ set went perfectly, as did that of the incredible Dark Crystals, the biggest band in Vale. The four of them even got to chat up the four Crystals. Spyro Tenerife and Shade Targary talked guitar and vocals with Magenta and Penny, while Kilgann Chase talked with Daisy about rhythm. Neo and Sunset 'Crash’ Bakudan spoke somewhere that no one could hear them. Being silent was part of Crash’s stage persona, and Neo just didn’t talk that much.

Penny had spoken to her father, and he’d said he would put in a good word for Ruby. As the daughter of two members of Beacon’s most well-respected team, as well as a Beacon alum herself, she should have no problem getting the slot. They desperately needed it filled, and Signal did have some extra staff these days. They’d replace her in no time, easy greasy.

A few weeks later, Ruby had gotten the slot at Alsium Academy, and she and Yang were packing her things for the big move. Yang and Taiyang were both immensely proud of Ruby, and Ruby could not wait to be in Atlas with the love of her life.

“Write to us when you aren’t too busy being incredible!” Taiyang told her. Yang chortled.

“Or shagging that girl that’s waiting for you out there.” Ruby rolled her eyes at her sister, and Taiyang tried to pretend he hadn’t heard that. Ruby hugged her sister and father before cramming her things into the taxi and hauling off to the airport.

She could hardly wait to see her Mechanical Girl again.




Day 12: A Deceased Character

Y’all know I’m still mad about Penny. Pyrrha too, but again, you already know.

So I’ve done this concept before, at the end of my last RWBY challenge. Penny Polendina and Neopolitan, along with two background OCs, make up a ska punk band called the Mechanical Girls. The first time around, this was just an excuse to write a Nuts And Dolts fic, because I ship them a little bit. Hell, if Lindsay Jones ships it, who am I to argue?

Also, in ‘Snow (Hey, Oh)’ from day two, the trumpet girl mentioned was none other than Penny. I wonder if anyone noticed?

I’m trying as hard as I can to catch up. I’m over 13,00 words in 12 fics, though, so I’m doing fine aside from being late. 

EDIT: The Dark Crystals are also mine. I forgot to bold them before… XD

Lostcauses Fic: To Nothing

This is a little birthday fic for @goodbyecommander and also for @gouguruheddo, whose birthday I missed earlier in the month. 

“For fuck’s sake, it’s just one day Erwin.”

The commander places his head in his hands, rubbing small circles into his temples where he can feel the tension building.  The headache has been plaguing him all week, much like his captain, with whom he is fast loosing patience.  Erwin takes a deep breath and counts to five.

“Levi, I’ve told you before, I don’t have time to take a day off. If we’re to secure funding for our next expedition, this proposal has to be on Zackley’s desk by the end of the week at the very latest.”

“You think Zackley will care if the shitty report is one day late?”

“And,” Erwin continues pointedly, “I still have to see to the quartermaster’s accounts, the armoury inventory and Hanji’s latest…whatever the hell Hanji’s latest thing is.”

“Tch. That can wait.”

The two men glare at each other across the room.  Levi folded into a compact knot of annoyance on the couch opposite Erwin’s desk, arms and legs tightly crossed, one foot bouncing in irritation.  The commander sitting behind his desk in his shirtsleeves, a smudge of ink on his sleeve, fatigue painting dark circles under his eyes.

“It’s your birthday on Friday, for humanity’s sake take one day off.  It’s not going to fucking kill you.  Though I might,” Levi mutters darkly under his breath, “stubborn bastard.”

“Captain!” Erwin snaps, temper giving way. “I do not have time for such frivolities!”

The air in the office stills, thick with tension.  Levi’s brows narrow dangerously over dark eyes but Erwin catches a glimpse of the hurt flickering below the surface and something twists in his chest.

“Levi,” he starts again in a more conciliatory tone. “I’m sorry, I just really need to get this done.  I can’t take a day off and I don’t want anything for my birthday, it doesn’t matter anyway, all I want is a little peace and quiet to get this proposal finished.”

Levi glares at him for a moment longer, before standing abruptly.

“Fine.”  He replies tightly, and then he’s gone, closing the door behind him with just a little more force than necessary. Erwin stares at the door in exasperation before returning to his work.

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The last one blooming

TITLE: The last one blooming


AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that there is an omegaverse where Alphas and omegas can only bond with their true mate. Loki is an Alpha and he one day meets his omega. But she is a young Midgardian child, who is terrified of Alphas. So he has to work hard to gain her trust, to allow the bond to grow between the two.


Trigger warning: Mention of past abuse/attempted sexual assault.

2 weeks later

Loki woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He had another nightmare, well, flashback to when he was just a child.

He lay back down and ran a hand down his face. His body was shaking slightly as he breathed slowly to calm his racing heart down. He wasn’t sure what was worse, remembering what happened to him or the thought of Rose being in such pain like he had been. He wouldn’t even wish it upon his worst enemy.

Rolling over onto his side, he just so happened to look towards the door. But that’s when he noticed that his cape wasn’t hanging up where it should have been. He frowned, glancing around the room but couldn’t see where it was.

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Mistaken For Me

Originally posted by blacula-lives

Gif Not Mine

A/N: I originally had this posted on my wattpad but I thought it would be better appreciated here. I changed her name so if you see any slip ups… oops.

Summary: Rose likes Peter, but Peter isn’t exactly interested. When Rose has a run-in with Spider-man, Peter seemingly changes his mind, but now Rose would rather have Spider-man (the guy who noticed her when Peter hadn’t) than the friend who is now chasing after her affection.

Rose stood by her locker talking to her best friend Garrett. He was basically Barney from “How i met your mother”.  Garrett was going off about whatever. Rose never knew because she had earbuds in. Garrett and her have an understanding, he would let her know when he was about to give a lecture about whatever she didn’t want to hear about, and she’d put on some music to drown him out. Just a way to keep both happy.

Rose shut her locker and glanced at Garrett. All she saw was lips moving quickly. All she heard was the voices of violins and flutes ringing in her ears.

From the corner of her eye she saw peter walking her way. She let a smile creep up her cheeks. Rose has a round face with cheeks that never grew out of the baby face stage. Peter smiled back at her and picked up his pace.

Rose pulled her earbuds out just as pete met her at her locker. “Hey Rosie, Garrett.” Garrett glanced up. “Oh hey Pete.” Garrett didn’t pay Peter much attention, just closed his locker and said “see ya in home room.”

“Well,” said Peter turning back to Rose, “I just wanted to let you know my Stark internship is over after grad. I’ll be officially working for him then.”

“No way Peter that’s amazing!” Rose’s dad hadn’t filled her in on this yet. When ever she brought up Peters internship he’d tell her it was only for a limited time and then he’d move on.

“Yeah, he told me last night. This is gonna be great Rosie. I guess I don’t really need to worry about college now huh?” Peter laughed.

“Oh come on Pete of course you do.” Rose was interrupted by the bell signaling five minutes before class.

Peter only smiled back. “Anyway i’ll see you in science, later!”

Rose wanted to tell him he should still go to college but he was gone. She knew her father was kind of a flake. He doesn’t always stick to what he says. He’s missed plenty of birthdays.

Rose sighed, shrugged, and walked to homeroom.

Rose was walking around after school at about twilight.  It wasn’t the best idea she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. Her music played as she walked the streets. She had the tune turned up enough to drown out the car alarms and honking. She was going to the deli but suddenly flew forward as someone shoved her down.

Rose pulled her earbuds out and looked at her attacker… running away. “What the hell?”

“Hey are you okay,” asked the masked hero before blindly shooting a web at the mugger, who knocked over Rose.

Rose saw this and watched as the web perfectly hit the man’s feet and he toppled over. “Wow.”

She looked up to the voice after a moment of aww, and grabbed his out stretched hand. “Yeah i’m-”


She stopped in the middle of her answer. “Hey, youre spider-man. How do you know me?”

“Umm ah. I don’t! I just uh..”

Rose waited for him to finish but decided she needed to help him out. “You sound young, you must go to my school.”

“Right! School, great. That’s exactly it!”

“You do sound familiar. I must know you well.”

Spider-man waved his hands in front of her, “no no I uh. I don’t know you well at all. Uh I hardly know your name, I HAD TO GUESS!”

“Riiiight. Well I have to get home, my face hurts from hitting the ground, and your mugger,” Rose pointed at the man crawling away, “is leaving.”

He looked to the purse snatcher to see him, indeed, crawling away. “Hey you! Don’t move!”

Rose giggled as she walked away from him. Hes funny, she noted.

Rose wouldn’t tell a soul of her encounter with the hero. She had nobody besides Garrett to tell and she wasn’t interested in explaining it all to him. Besides she didn’t think much on him or his awkward demeanor. As always she shut out all potential suitors in hopes that one day Peter would notice her. she did this unconsciously of course. It seemed every time she had someone else on her mind Peter was there to pay her a compliment and make her fall for him all over again. Peter sabotage any relationship she might have had. This wasn’t Peters fault. How could he know a few nice words would keep her holding on?

She entered the school a little more dressed up than usual, for no reason other than to feel good about how she looked. “Wow,” said Garrett, “if you weren’t my friend i’d totally be hitting on you right now. You dress up for Pete?” he laughed.

Rose rolled her eyes. “No, This is for me.”

“Sure sure.”

She chuckled at him.

“I have better things to do than think about what Peter would want all day.”

“What about Peter?”

Rose froze, she knew it was Peter behind her, but Garrett stood unfazed with a slight smirk adoring his lips.

“On that note catch you later Rose.” Garrett walked away just like Rose desperately wanted to right now.

“Hey Pete,” she said turning around. “Whats up?” She hoped to avoid the question he previously asked with this distraction.

“Nothing much, just uh, how was you evening yesterday?”

Rose felt happy that he was interested in her day. “It was just fine. Nothing to report.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary?”

Rose knew he was acting weird and thought maybe she should ask him the same question. “Did something happen to you yesterday Peter?”

He was visibly uncomfortable. “No, nothing. I just thought maybe you had something to say or anything.”

For a moment Rose thought maybe he knew about her run in with the Spider-man, but she knew better than to believe in a big city he would be in the same exact place as her at the same exact time. So rather than questioning him like she should she let him walk away.

Peter got a mere four steps before turning around. “You look really nice by the way Rose.” He smiled at her, causing Rose to internally scream.

In their science class the same day, Rose notice peter acting weird. Weirder than usual. She was starting to wonder if he was avoiding her. He sat a little closer to her and glanced at every text she received or sent. Any notes she typed Peter was stealing peeks at.

Rose noticed him doing this all day, at lunch, in class. Luckily for him, he stopped before the day was through. Satisfied with the answer to what was on his mind.

That night Rose sat on her fire escape, which she had set up to be a place to read and have tea. She played music softly while she did just that, read, and have tea. Her mind was at peace and her body calm. This was almost a nightly ritual.

A light, almost unnoticeable, clink  sounded from beside her. She drew a breath. Rose was ready for this moment. She was about to go through her rehearsed spiel of: I have a gun and can get to it before you can get to me, but when she looked up she saw the masked hero, Spider-man.

“Well this is unexpected. I was about to shoot you.”

He chuckled under the mask. “Like you’d ever be able to actually hit me, even if you had the guts to shoot someone.”

“You think you’re faster than a bullet?” Rose smiled and sipped her chai tea from its china. “Seems farfetched and a little cocky actually.”

Spider-man’s smile under his mask got bigger. “I have my ways.. like a super power. Call it my spidey sense.”

She giggled at the name. “Spidey sense, yeah I like that. What’s it do?”

“Like intuition. I can tell when something’s about to happen. Not to say I can tell the future.” He hurried to correct the confusion before it happened.

He wasn’t sure what had happened to steer the conversation this way. He only came to find out for sure if she knew who he was. Rose was oblivious to his identity, but spidey didn’t know that, and he wouldn’t find out anytime soon if he didn’t stop letting her distract him.

“Would you like some tea? I can’t imagine you get much in return for being everybody’s hero.”

Peter was use to her kindness and didn’t think much of her offer, until he realized she was right, he should act like she doesn’t offer him tea every time he’s at her place.

“That’s not true, the nicest person gave me a churro once.”

She giggled, “how sweet.”

Her smile seemed brighter, and maybe it was just the tech built into his mask but she looked more beautiful than her friend Peter had ever noticed. It was like she had shed her skin to become a whole new Rose.

She brought him a fresh cup of tea and sat back in her original place. “I hope my father is treating you well. I’m aware you two are working together.”

“Uh yeah, he’s great.”

“So he’s acting like a nightmare huh?” She smiled at him knowingly. “Don’t take it personally. He just wants you to be one of the greats.”

“Good to know.”

Spidey lifted his mask, and Rose studied the bottom half of his face while he sipped his tea. His jawline could cut glass. She noticed his hair slipping past the mask just enough to see its dark brown color. She smiled to herself. She had no idea about who he was, but at least she had this.

Spider-man was gone before the city of Queens could miss him, but he left one person in want of his company. She wasnt going to tell anybody about this meeting either. Both times she had seen him she kept private. These moments felt personal to her.

With her last thought being Spider-man, she drifted off to sleep.

The last one blooming, chapter 5

Trigger warning: Mention of past abuse/attempted sexual assault.

2 weeks later

Loki woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He had another nightmare, well, flashback to when he was just a child.

He lay back down and ran a hand down his face. His body was shaking slightly as he breathed slowly to calm his racing heart down. He wasn’t sure what was worse, remembering what happened to him or the thought of Rose being in such pain like he had been. He wouldn’t even wish it upon his worst enemy.

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Versace On The Floor

Summary : Joe is in a mission to get your Versace dress on the floor, it just so happens he managed to complete his mission.

A/N : Hello! Thanks for taking your time to read this, I worked hard on this and I really hope you guys like it.

The music filled the room with the chatter of all the guests. Walking, I head over to my husband Joe Sugg who hosted this get together party with Gleam. The party was mostly a reunion, mostly everyone in the Gleam management was pretty busy and that meant that no one has seen one another in a while. Joe hosted the party in Brighton, only because it was a sea side town and it was where we both met. The party was held in a beach house near the pier and it was the perfect day to host a party since the sun was shining. Scorching heat that you wouldn’t be really able to get usually in Brighton.

Everyone was to stay at a nearby hotel after the party since there would be a breakfast buffet the morning after. The party was summer themed, as it was summer months. Joe and I drove here with Caspar, Josh, Jim and Tanya with our land rover. All the youtubers were vlogging, no one would want to miss the opportunity to film a special moment in their lives. Here I am now, seated with a glass of champagne beside Joe.

“Care to dance my love?” Joe stands up from his seat, a hand coming up to his head to swipe back the growing barnet that I loved so much. I clutch his hand, letting him lead me to the dance floor where mostly everyone was dancing to this year’s new song hits. (It was mostly everyone since some were seated down, having a chat.)

Zoe suddenly notices my appearance and focuses her camera on me. “It’s my sister in law! Look how beautiful you are!” She gushes with amazement, her blue eyes that were a copy of Joe’s glimmering under the colored lights. The Suggs were definitely my favorite sibling pair. Zoe and Joe have so much similarities that every time I go meet with Zoe, she was just another spitting image of the man I fell in love with.

“Thank you! You are looking gorgeous!” With my arm, I curl it around her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. Totally ignoring Joe who pulled me to the dance floor. It was then Joe pulls me away from Zoe, saying “Stop stealing my wife!” In a playful manner.

I feel his breath against the skin of my neck, subtle goosebumps rising up both of my arms. His muscled arms, looping around my waist, softly swaying both of us to the rhythm of the music. “My wife is looking so damn hot.” Joe whispers against the shell of my ear, a shiver crawling up my spin and a gently rose blush creeping to my cheeks.

Grinning, I turn my head slightly, enough to see his eyes looking into mine with pure love. “Same goes for my husband.” He rubs his nose against mine subtly, pressing his forehead to mine in the process.

Joe had a couple of drinks but not to the point where he was considered drunk. Luckily, this time he was purely sober. “God woman, you’ve already gotten me slightly hard.” He breathes with a chuckle. A small giggle erupting from me, my face scrunching up with amusement. Joe was always horny bastard, after a few years of being single, he sure did miss getting laid. It seems that he’s been making up for the lost time.

“I didn’t even mean to turn you on, you wanker.” I informed, turning my head back straight as it was hurting a bit from it’s turned position. Joe nuzzles his nose against my cheek, humming and then pressing a kiss to my jawline. At this point I didn’t even care if someone was watching us, everyone was used to Joe and I being all lovely dopey and touchy. That’s why we can’t get a video finished it time, we end up making out that we have to cut it out during the edit. Joe even asked me to create a folder of my laptop desktop full of our cut out make out sessions.

“Yes, I wank to you all the time.” I slap his arm playfully, not expecting what he had replied to my statement. I inhale, breathing in his minty aftershave. His aftershave was one of my favorite scent to smell on him, when he shaves, I’m always watching him. He doesn’t take long to shave as he doesn’t grow that much of a stache. This morning he shaved, meaning I was sat on the counter top watching him shave off his stache in front of the hotel bathroom mirror.

“Please can we go back to the hotel? I need that versace on the floor.” He lowly growls into my ear, although he was also begging with need. With small weakening kisses to my neck, I tilt my head back giving him more of my neck to litter kisses on.

I bite my lip, “In a few baby, you’ve still got to wait for the party to finish.” Joe groans in response, a whine mixed to the tone. He withdraws from me, lightly slouching and a pout. A grin on my face forms as I watch Joe walk away with a pout from the rejection. My hand gently clutches my other one behind my back as I start to step towards Joe who now has sit down back on our table, arms crossed. “Babe, I promise. You will get me later, just wait for the party – that you hosted – to finish.”

His shoulders tensing as I slide my hands from his shoulders towards his chest, my upper body leaning down to his level. “Fine.” Joe grumbles, making me giggle at his frustration. I then go over to my chair across from him, his eyes immediately going to me, scanning my attire before a mischievous smirk appears on his sinful lips. “Underwear.” Joe speaks, leaving me a tad confused.

Joe leans forward, hands lay flat on the white silk covered table as he speaks lowly but audible for me to hear. “Take ‘em off.”

My eyes stare intently onto his blue ones that are no doubt clouding with lust. I look at him in confirmation before he gives me a nod, confirming what he told me. Biting my lips, my head sways from side to side, looking if anyone was paying attention to us. They were all preoccupied. I gulp, sliding my hands underneath the Versace dress I was wearing. Luckily the silk white sheet over the table was covering my movements.

I gripped my hem of my underwear, lifting my bum slightly off the chair so I could slip them out. Looking back over to Joe, I see a toothless smile over his lips as he watches me intently. I bite my lip, grinning as I reach under to grab the knicker that I have successfully taken off. Wordlessly, Joe ducks under the table, a surprised gasp escaping my lips as I see him grab my discarded underwear and sneakily stuffs it in his pocket.

My bikini line was bare and free from the knicker. Soft breezes of the cold room hits my core making me squirm on my chair. This was the first time Joe has ever done anything like this. Cheeky prick he is. I watch him; seeing him grab his champagne glass in front of him before taking a sip as his eyes remained on me.

It was then until the clock stroke 10 pm, Joe was now called by our manager Dom. “I’ll be right back, hot shots.” Joe winks, causing a small blush to appear on my cheeks.

Joe starts his ending speech; basically thanking everyone for coming and reminding them that there will be a breakfast buffet tomorrow morning before everyone claps.

I have said my goodbyes to everyone before Joe and I take our car to the hotel. Josh and Caspar weren’t coming with us since they suggested that they take an uber instead. Tanya and Jim has resulted to joining Zoe and Alfie in their mini, leaving me and Joe to have our car to ourselves.

“Lovely party that was, yeah?” Joe says, inserting the keys into the ignition before pulling out of the driveway.

After a nod of my head, I stay silent. The car journey was silent, mainly it was BBC Radio 1 softly playing in the background as I focus my gaze onto the view outside. Zoe took me literally all of Brighton with our friend Mark Ferris since we three were having a friend’s road trip. We even had a mini little photo shoot in the beach. I remember Zoe getting pooped by a seagull that day, Mark and I laughed so hard.

The car stops in front of the hotel, my eyes drifting towards Zoe’s mini, seeing as they got here first before everyone did. Joe loops his arm around my waist as we walk towards the lift. Our floor was 27 at this hotel had 30 floors.

Walking, I press the button that contained the number 27 on it. Joe and I were joined by other civilians inside the lift. When the lift doors has closed, Joe suddenly kneels down, hands going to tie his shoelace when a woman in front of us looked at him. But I was wrong, what surprised me is that he placed his hand on the back of my leg, trailing it upwards until it went nearer and nearer to my area.

He slips a finger inside of me, causing me to let out a soft gasp. My hands gripping my sling bag tightly. Nails digging in the material that they had use to create such an exquisite black leather bag.

Joe’s fingers circle my nub, my wetness making it slip with ease. My eyes hastily look up the ceiling, silently praying that no one is seeing my husband’s hand inside my dress and expertly touching me with his skilled hand.

“So wet, darling.” He rasps at my ear at a hushed voice, thrusting two fingers upwards.

A tortured moan gets stuck in my throat as the doors open, a few civilians going out. Joe repeats his rhythm. Pumping his fingers, suddenly thrusting them hard. His fingers reaching deep inside of me to find that spot that would make me loose my mind.

Well news flash, it would make me go crazy. I would have started getting vocal if there weren’t anyone inside the lift besides me and Joe. Instead, I am in the position, letting my horny arse husband touch me behind about 10 people in front of us.

Suddenly, the doors clicked again and I see the giant number 27 plastered making me feel relived. Joe pulls his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth casually as the civilians in front of us give us way to get out and once we do, I glare at Joe.

“You total arse.” I nudged him with my elbow, causing a genuine chuckle to escape his lips as we neared our hotel door. “That was in front of people, you dick.”

Joe slots in the key, pinning me instantly against the door once he has opened it - so we could enter - and closed it back when we were inside. Lips plump and swollen from the intense make-out session we were having, hands roaming each other’s desperately.

With skilled hands, his rushes to unzip my dress and let it fall in a pool beneath me on the floor. “Versace is on the floor.” Joe smiles at the black dress, unbuttoning his button down shirt before practically ripping off the clothing. He grabs my waist, pulling me to his lap once we’ve situated on the queen sized bed of the room. Tongue dancing with mine, hands splayed across the flesh of my bottom. Panting, I unbuckle his belt, slipping the leather item out of his jean belt hoops before carelessly throwing it to the floor.

I pause, taking this time to study Joe’s face. My index finger, tracing along his defined jaw line. “Admiring my face?” Joe raises a brow, thumbs rubbing smooth circles on my hips. I nodded, pushing his fringe back before I kiss him again. My hands entwined together behind his neck as I subtly roll my hips, mouth pulling away from his to release a gasp from the friction on my c.lit against his black skinny jeans. “Y'like rubbing on m'thigh little one?” He rasps, lips pressing against the juncture of my shoulder and neck, sucking a fresh hickey on the spot.

Nodding, I do it again. Rubbing my throbbing c.lit on his jeans that were no doubt stained with my arousal. Hot and bothered, I increase the pace of my hips, bringing myself closer to my high. That tight coil in my stomach, waiting for release. “Gonna cum, love?” Joe’s hands unclip the hooks of my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulder as I let my arms fall from his neck so he can get rid of my bra.

“Yes…” I sighed, lost in pleasure and the rush of adrenaline through my veins. But like always, Joe would always find a way to tease. In the blink of an eye, my back hits the mattress. Joe hurriedly getting his jeans off but leaving his boxers on. “C'mon.” I groaned, pushing my hips upwards so he was aware that I needed him.

He chuckles, pushing my hips back down against the mattress. “Gonna make your legs tremble and shake… make ‘em wobble tomorrow and everyone’s gonna see how hard I fucked ya.” Grabbing my wrists in his hands, he pins them above my head as his lips kiss down my chest.

“Joe…” I moan, prolonging the syllable of his name. Back arching as he takes my nipple in his mouth, teasing the hard nub with his tongue.

“So pretty for me, right sweets?” Joe breathed, taking my other nipple in his mouth, treating it the same way as the other. Whimpering, I arch my back giving him all of me. “Talk t'me, love.”

“What do you want me to say?” Eyes closed as Joe continues his assault with my breasts.

With my response, Joe chuckles pulling away my chest to drop a kiss to my lips before he brings my arms down - but still gripping on my wrist - pinning them to my hips this time. Automatically, I spread my legs, bringing my knees up.

He blows a puff of air onto my core, a buck of my hips is my response as my hands clench into fists. “Please… please…” I sighed, raising my head from the pillow to look at the man between my legs. “Just fuck me already.” I was needy, so needy that I didn’t want any more foreplay. But foreplay was apart of our sex, especially.

“Just a taste love, and then maybe you could take care of me before we fuck?” It sounded like a question, but it wasn’t. Either way, I couldn’t deny him. He’s been pleasing me more than I’ve been pleasing him. If he wanted me to take care of him, then I will.

Licking a length up my slit, I release a shaky gasp, eyes rolling back my head. His mouth latches on my bundle of nerves, his tongue swiping up and down, suckling afterwards. It’s when he pulls away with a dirty sound that I whine. Missing the contact on his tongue against my most private area. “Always delicious f'me,” He hazily says, as if he’s in a world that only includes me and him.

Connecting his mouth again to my mound, he’s savoring my taste no doubt. Mind filled with the thought of me cumming of his tongue. Joe’s licking and sucking with more desire. Eager to make me writhing beneath him. Suddenly my upper body lifts momentarily as if it’s pulled up when he gently nips.

Joe brings my hands towards his hair, pulling away from my c.lit. “Pull my hair, darling.” Grasping the soft strands, he goes back to my area, doing his work. I scratch his scalp softy as a praise.

“Joe…” I moaned, arching my back ever so slightly as I pull on his hair. It was then he starts thrusting his tongue against my pulsing hole that I gasp and hips buck into his face. “You’re so - so good - ah! Stop cutting me off!” I whined, causing Joe to chuckle. The vibrations of the sound against my mound making me go crazy and pull his hair a bit harder.

“Wanna cum, sweets?” He questions, barely running the tip of his finger against my entrance.

“Will you let me?” My toes curling from when he inserts his index finger knuckle deep and then pulling away; repeating his pattern.

I open my eyes to see Joe pursing his lips, as if in deep thought wether he’d let me cum or not. “I’ll let you cum… when I’m inside of you.” Joe concludes, an irritated sigh coming out of my mouth.

“Then just fuck me already.” Groaning, I begged.

Joe crawls up to meet my face, giving me a peck, he says “You still have to take care of me, love.”

Nodding, I sit up, rolling both of us over that I am now on top of him. I trace my fingertips over his abs, my finger subtly reaching towards the waist band of his Jack Wills boxers. “All those gym sessions has been changing a lot of you.” I remark as I dip a finger inside his boxers, that only reaches the thick waist band to pull it away from his hips, only to release it, letting it snap back against his skin.

“But not my dick, love.” Joe breathes, shutting his eyes clothes when I pressed my lips against his stomach. Rolling my eyes at his cockiness, I push my hand down against the growing bulge that lies underneath the fabric of his boxers. “Fuck…”

“Hashtag Joe has a big willy.” I grinned against his ear, pressing my kisses down his long neck. His neck was the perfect spot to leave love bites on, it always fascinated me how long his neck was. Giraffe boy, as he calls himself.

Chuckling breathlessly, he answers “Don’t remind me of Caspar’s brain freeze. My dick literally shrunk.”

Biting at the love bite I was making, I replied “Either way, you’ve got a big one.” Scratching my nails softly against his skin, I slide down his boxers down his legs. He kicks them off once and they were with the scattered mess of our clothes around our hotel room. Without hesitation, I wrap my hand around his length, a sharp intake of breath from Joe as a response.

“Y/N…” He softly moans, a grin covering my lips. Tapping my index finger against his tip, I moved down, kissing his torso on the way. His shaft, hard and big. “Hurry up, please.” Joe begs, pushing his hips towards my face.

Rolling my eyes playfully at how needy he is, I wrap my lips around his length. Scrapping my teeth against the skin of his c.ock, causing his to let out an agonizing groan. I suckle gently before pulling away. “You’re a good boy, right?”

Joe groans again, “Yes, I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy.”

Smirking, I pull his length with my hand - but not too harshly - kissing him roughly. “That’s great, baby boy. Now let me take good care of you.” Patting his cheek softly, I move back down, my lips engulfing his length again.

Licking against the underside of him, I sucked afterwards. His head falling back against the pillow, a “Holy fuck” escaping his lips. Taking more of him in my mouth, I bob my head up and down. Creating a motion where his c.ock slides in and out of my mouth.

My mouth pulls away from his c.ock with a sound. “Would you like to cum, baby boy?”

Joe shakes his head immediatly, “No. I want to come inside of you.”

Adjusting my position so my crotch was aligned with his, I slowly sink down. His length filling me up. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” Moaning, he grasps my hips, helping me move on top of him.

My hips raising that only his tip remains inside of me, before I drop back down his c.ock with ease because of all the slickness of my arousal. Rocking my hips, back and fourth continously, I feel my orgasm at the edge, ready to be released. Gasping shakily, I connect our lips together, his tongue dancing with mine as I continue to thrust my hips to him.

“That feels really good, m'love.” Joe snaps our hips together, causing another gasp to escape my lips.

“Oh! I’m so close…” I groaned, nails digging onto his shoulders. It was then he started thrusting upwards that I nearly collapse on top of him. Teeth gnashing together, I was so nearly lost at these blissful actions.

Foreheads stuck together, he whispers softly “I love you.”

“I love you.” Pressing his lips against mine in a chaste kiss, that was when I released. Strings of curses flying out of my mouth as I rode out my orgasm, Joe coming after me. I pull out of him, body collapsing on top of his.

Exhausted, my head falls to Joe’s chest, pants escaping my mouth as I regain my strength. “Amazing.” He remarks, grabbing the duvet and cover both of us with the sheet, sheilding out bodies from the cool breeze that flows inside our room.

“Not so dominant, afterall huh?” Joe plays with the strands of my hair, chest rumbling with a breathy laugh.

“You’ve got me wrapped in your finger ever since, love.” He kisses my forehead, a content sigh following afterwards. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah?”