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

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?”

IM KEEP FORGETTING but here are all the Puu AUs I’ve made so far: 

1. This is a world where everyone has some sort of special power. Saboor has the ability to control plants (and he sprouts flowers from himself too) and Jameel can control water (and is also blueeeee). Saboor’s a carnatic musician, Jameel is a bharatanatyam dancer. (Part of a larger story that doesn’t focus on Saboor and Jameel as main characters.) 

2. This setting is similar to Puu, but homophobia isn’t really a thing in this world. Saboor is a mafia boss who chews waaaayy too much Paan, and Jameel is an overly strict middle school teacher. (Part of a larger story that doesn’t focus on Saboor and Jameel as main characters.) 

3. This is in British India and focuses solely around Saboor and Jameel. Saboor is a gardener for a British aristocrat with a horrid temper, and Jameel is a yaksha (a plant spirit of some sort, in loose definitions) who lives in the untamable giant rose hedge creeping towards the bungalow. 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Credence wants to be Percival's little housewife so bad.

Hup hup please take this to be a 10 year timestamp on In a City, Reconstructed, set in 1937. Deals with Wizarding World War II even though I keep telling myself I’m NOT gonna write about Wizarding World War II. Still this is pretty fluffy and G-rated.


The Graves family home is not anything one would ever notice, buried as it is in the heavy woods.

“This used to be farmland,” Percival tells him as he clears away thorny underbrush with the wave of his wand. The vines and brambles rearrange themselves behind Percival as they make their way.

The house itself has a sloping, thatched roof, gone green with moss. A small, brown sparrow flutters away from the roof as they approach. The door to the home — set between crumbling stones and weathered, grey wood — is incredibly small. Credence has to bow rather low to get into the house itself.

“Most everyone in those days farmed,” Percival tells him. “I suppose my family wished to blend in with their Puritan neighbors.”

“It was the Burning Times,” Credence says. “It would benefit them not to draw attention to themselves.”

“Yes,” Percival says, “exactly that.”

Like the house, the furniture in the single room is small and simple and aged.

“I suppose that’s why they had so many children,” Percival says.

At the wave of his hand, a small door opens in the floor beside the stone hearth and chimney.

“The rest of the house is below,” he says, and Credence follows.

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A Crystal in the Depths

Prologue

Originally posted by thenamelessdoll

   

‘…in a single day of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea.’

– Plato, 360 B.C.              

The sea was calm and still, the scintillating azure stretched across the horizon like a sheet of rippling fabric. The sloshing water gently caressed the gleaming sand of the beach and lapped at the rocky cliffs, thick bricks of sea-side buildings, and the wooden planks that held the piers upright. Thin streams and rivulets wove through the lush emerald fields like thin ribbons, all drawn into a central point further inland. Gulls soared overhead, their wings beating every so often to keep them in the air as they glided through streams of air.

There was no sign of danger, no precursor to the tragedy that was to follow.

A piercing light split the horizon, a loud boom shattering the air as the silhouettes of a fleet of ships broke flew into view.

The engines hummed and revved as they tried to outrun the unseen imminent danger.

The tide pulled back and the horizon began to ripple and rise.  The tidal wave rose, creeping up on the fleeing ships like a predator stalking its prey and drawing closer and closer by the second.

“You fool!” one pilot shouted to another. “You’ve destroyed us all!”

“The wave is gaining!” another pilot howled, drawing their attention back to the imminent threat that was catching up to them. “We have to warn Atlantis!”

“We’re too late,” his co-pilot muttered, glancing back one last time as the wave caught them and tore their ships from the sky.

Their cries were muffled and suffocated as they were pulled beneath the foaming water.

A few pilots escaped the wave, their aerodynamic ships gliding through the air and cutting paths through the rocky paths and pastural fields. They flew past one of the guard towers on the outskirts of the city, shouting to the man who patrolled it. But their words went unheard.

The guard’s attention was drawn to the dark shadow that crept over the land as the wave dragged itself forward. He grabbed the horn of the announcement system and began to shout, “Everyone to the shelters. Everyone to the shelters.”

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This is all music she listened to and music that I 100% believe would be in her itunes library 

1. Special death - mirah // 2. Blood bank - Bon iver // 3. Tainted love - Hannah Peel // 4. Teen Age Riot - Sonic youth // 5. Lavender moon - Haroula rose // 6. Creep - Radiohead // 7. Do you - Carnia round // 8. Damaged - No noise // 9. I, the sun - lights on // 10. Satellite Heart - Anya Marina // 11. Big mother - feeding people // 12. He war - Cat Power // 13. Lola - The kinks // 14. Hate my way - throwing muses // 15. Your Protector - Fleet foxes // 16. Sunny afternoon - the kinks // 17. Paradise circus - Massive attack // 18. Girl with one eye - Florence and the machine // 19. Harsh Realm - widowspeak // 20. Where is my mind? - the pixies // 21. Youth - Daughter // 22. Holocene - Daughter // 23. Title and registration - Death cab for cutie // 24. Hazard - Gosling // 25. Human fly - the cramps // 26. Video games - Lana del rey // 27. You’re so dark - Arctic monkeys // 28. All I see - Lydia // 29. Bigmouth Strikes Again - The smiths // 30. Landfill - Daughter // 31. Seven Nation Army - The white stripes // 32. Bones and skin - Mirah // 33. The garden - Mirah // 34. Had ten dollaz - Cherry glazerr // 35. In the room where you sleep - Dead mans bones // 

i. you are vulnerose / vulnerable. rose thorns
creep from underneath your lungs
and wrap around your
heart, squeezing slightly. you cannot breathe.

ii. bitterness strangles you, chokes
out what sweet voice you once
had. 
this hurts, mother
( THIS IS WHAT SHE FELT THE FIRST TIME. )

iii. your throat is robbed of
air — can you scream, my dear?
you are vulerose / vulnerable, with
a bleeding heart, full of
wounds.

——-  NOEL V. | vulnerable and full of wounds.

Never Sleeping Again: Part 2

*A TRC AU (Also on AO3)

Matthew talked the entire way back to Aglionby Academy and he was not at all bothered by Ronan’s tense silence. Ronan paid no attention to Matthew, and barely any to driving, as he puzzled over Adam Parrish. It was a nice name and suited the slender boy in the faded T-shirt. Adam. Ronan wanted to say the name out loud and taste it in his mouth. Parrish. Adam Parrish. Adam…

“So Adam seems nice, right?”

Ronan jumped in his seat and about jerked the car off the road.

“What?” he asked, voice gruff.

“I said,” Matthew sang out, “Adam seems nice, right???”

“Yes,” Ronan admitted. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? That was your whole ploy, finding me ‘something nice.’”

Matthew hummed happily, sticking his hand out the car window and weaving it through the air.

“Adam is not something,” Ronan added, just so he could finally say Adam’s name out loud.

“Duh!” Matthew responded. “But if I had said ‘Hey Ronan there’s this really cute guy you should meet’ you never would have come with me.”

Ronan shrugged because it was true. “I just never figured you for the sneaky type,” Ronan commented. “Don’t start taking after Declan. Declan lies.”

“I wish you guys would just make up already,” Matthew whined.

“Oh, look, we’re already here,” Ronan said, effectively ending the conversation.

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