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Most professional locksmiths can unlock a standard door within 10 to 30 minutes, depending on the complexity of the lock.

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[sebadztian]

I've said this before and I'm going to say it again. Kuro is awesome in the way that even during my nth re-read, I still find something interesting that I never noticed before. I'm now scrutinizing every single panel in the Murder arc and I came across this panel:

Note how Sebastian said that the locks & keys haven't been changed from 'when the manor was first built'.

We all know how the manor had burned down and how Sebastian had restored it. And he paid attention to every single detail that even the locks and keys are exactly the same with the original ones. It was the exact copy that he'd built for his master.

Which is why it really irked me when r!Ciel kicked them out, saying that it was his house.

Excuse me?

Boy, your house was burned to the ground along with your parents. This is the manor that Sebastian has rebuilt for his Bocchan and last time I checked, it wasn't you, despite how similar you two look. So, how about you get out of the manor that belongs to your little brother and his family?

[riddle-me-ri]

What do you think about btas Jonathan x an Arkham guard type reader. I like the idea of them meeting during the lock up episode. And the reader does what they can to protect Jonny, and the other inmates, from Lyle's cruelty.

a/n: awww this is such a cute and neat idea! I actually just re-watched that episode too, excellent timing anon!

Word Count: 1,215 (oops)

Content Warning: slight cursing, mistreatment of asylum inmates mentions (nothing out of what's mentioned in the show)

BTAS Scarecrow x Arkham Guard!Reader - Backup

You heard the jingle of cell keys and muffled groaning and hushed whimpers coming down the corridor.

You were stationed to monitor one of the asylum halls of criminally insane inmates– one of whom was missing, the Master of Fear, Jonathan Crane.

You were waiting for Batman and Robin to bring him in as per usual but were stunned to see Lyle Bolton, quite literally, dragging the ex-professor by the collar of his signature red costume.

The fear in Jonathan's eyes was enough to alert you something was wrong.

Swiftly, you got up from your desk and cut Lyle off before he made it to Crane's cell.

“I can take Professor Crane from her–Hey! The hell?”

Lyle ignored you and merely bumped his shoulder into you to move out of his way.

“Bolton!”

“What?!”

“I have to–”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever!”

The Scarecrow looked at you with pleading eyes as he continued to try and squirm out of Bolton's death grip.

Bolton pulls Jonathan up and brings the rogue face to face.

“I'll have to make an example out of you–to show the others what happens when you escape under MY SECURITY!”

“That is ENOUGH!” You grabbed the large man's shoulder to turn him around to face you instead of intimidating Crane.

The large hulk of a man sneered at you. Crane gasped as Bolton's grip somehow got tighter around his shirt, tiny little seams barely keeping the fabric in place.

Lyle unceremoniously dropped Jonathan onto the tile floor, and began stomping away, but not before he pointed an accusatory finger at you–

“Its your fault! You're coddling these maniacs that destroy our city! They don't deserve–”

“Bolton! One more word and so help me I will report your ass! Wouldn't want to tell Mr. Wayne that part of his Arkham Security grant went to a muscle bound brute with no self restraint and anger issues!”

Bolton clenched his teeth so hard that veins popped out of his neck-it's a miracle his eyes didn't pop out or his teeth sank deeper into his gums until they bled.

Until all of a sudden, like the flick of a light switch, Bolton just shook his head, fixed his tie, and wore a content smile.

He nodded with a chuckle. “I'd love to see how far you get with that–”

Bolton then briskly turned around and began walking out of the hallway.

Jonathan Crane didn't take one sigh of relief until he heard the large metal door to the stairway open and closed signifying the bully was truly gone.

You turn your attention to the Scarecrow who was still a heap on the floor.

“Professor Crane, are you okay?” You leaned down and offered a hand.

Jonathan looked up at you and your open hand, he hesitated for a beat before accepting your hand and lifting him up off the floor.

“I-I'm…” he took a gulp of air. “F-Fine now that he-he's gone…”

It unnerved you to see Jonathan so shaken. He was always the more stoic of the inmates. Always reading, kept to himself, polite at least to you when you gave him books or meals…

��C'mon, let's get you back to your cell…” You held his hand and let him walk alongside you to his cell.

“Y-You…stood up to him…f-for me…” Jonathan commented.

You took the keys off your belt hook and began flicking through the countless keys looking for the right one.

“Of course, criminal, mad-man, officer, guard…no one deserves to be treated that way…”

You unlocked the cell door and continued to help maneuver Jonathan to where he sat on his bed.

“There's a fresh uniform folded over there by your pillow…is there anything else you need?”

Jonathan shook his head.

“N-n-no…t-thank you, dear…”

Your eyebrows scrunched up in the middle in concern.

Your shift was about to be over in half an hour but the last thing you wanted to do was leave this hall. The moment you did, you knew Lyle was going to make a beeline for Crane.

“How long has this been going on, Professor?”

“Ever since he arrived…he immediately made his dominance known…he destroyed one of Isley's potted plants when she didn't return back to her cell in time…he stomped on Tetch's hat for the same thing…he threatened to burn one of my books…Even when we're obedient he makes our lives here…Hell…”

Guilt swelled up in the pit of your stomach. Bolton has been the head of security for a little over a year…how are you just now hearing about all this?

Now that you know, you knew you had to do something…

You put a hand on Jonathan's shoulder, the poor man flinched at first until he saw the hand belonging to you.

“Professor Crane, I promise I'll do whatever I can to help you and the others…” You checked your watch. “And I'll stay here through the night so you can get some sleep…if Bolton tries to come back he'll have to go through me first.”

For the first time, Jonathan's face seemed to light up with hope. “R-Really? Y-You would do that?”

You nodded. “Of course, get some rest…tomorrow I want to discuss with you and the other inmates and get a full detailed outline of events and present it to the board…I will take the complaints to Wayne if it comes down to it.”

Jonathan's eyes almost welled up with joyful tears–like finally seeing the sunlight after an eternity under a moonless night sky. You managed to give the Master of Fear hope.

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you my dear…you, you cannot even begin to imagine the relief that brings me! I will do whatever you need me to do!”

“I know, but for now, get some sleep…we'll discuss it more tomorrow…”

You stepped out of his cell and just before you shut the door to lock it, Crane grabbed your wrist, not aggressively but in a way that caused you to pause.

“T-Thank you…again…for earlier and staying…there are not enough words of gratitude that even comes close…”

You rested your other hand on top of his. “Its not a problem at all…just doing my job. Good night, Professor Crane–”

“Good night, my dear…”

After a beat and a small squeeze from Crane's hand, he let your hand go so you could close the cell door and lock it.

You took a deep breath as you began walking back to your desk at the end of the hall.

You already began taking notes of everything you saw and heard tonight to what little Jonathan told you.

Then the memory of Jonathan's face brightening up at you, the way the man looked at you like a spiritual savior…the way he squeezed your hand and even called you “dear” which was nothing new but you always found it endearing from him.

You shook your head. There was no way you were gonna get wrapped up in some forbidden romance, you just didn't like seeing someone getting mistreated…you would have felt just as distraught if it were any of the other Rogues.

However, you couldn't help but feel a little proud to know you protected the Master of Fear from any nightmares that night as he slept soundly a couple cells down…

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Starting at the End Ch. 5

Summary: Lily Crawford has been receiving disturbing letters from a worrisome fan. On the advice of an acquaintance she goes to Winchester Private Security and seeks out Dean Winchester to keep her safe. Will this troubled ex-marine be able to save her, and can she save him too?

Series Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. (as usual, of course!) Discussion of war, loss, trauma, PTSD, grief. Stalking. Obsession.

Chapter Warnings: Some violence. PTSD briefly mentioned but not discussed.

Pairing: Dean x ofc (Lily Crawford)

Word Count: 2,426

A/N: This is my Dean "Bodyguard" AU. (Technically he calls himself Private Security and not a Bodyguard, but 🤷‍♀️) I've never written a bodyguard AU before, so I hope you all enjoy this one. It's been a while since I've written an ofc, so I hope you like Lily. I'm enjoying writing her. I know OC's aren't the fandoms favourite, but I really felt like I needed Lily to be Lily in this one. Hope you give it a chance anyway. ❤️

POSTING EVERY FRIDAY! ❤️

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Dean walked through the door first, re-arming the alarm as soon as Lily closed the door behind herself. She walked over to her coffee table to drop her purse, letting her keys fall beside it. She stood quietly for a minute, until Dean cleared his throat. 

“How are you?” He asked tentatively. “Can I make you a cup of coffee? Or, uh…some kind of tea?”

Lily smiled softly. “No, thanks. I'm good.” She sighed loudly. “I think I'm just gonna go soak in a hot bath for a while and then call it a very early night.”

She smiled again as she passed by Dean on her way to the bathroom. As she reached the hallway, Dean called her back.

“Lily?”

She looked at him with a weary, quizzical brow raised. 

Dean shook his head. “Why do you…keep doing this?”

She frowned. “Doing what?”

Dean spread his arms wide. “This. This, with this asshole producer, and the other jerks you put up with. I mean, I've heard some of the conversations you've had with directors and stuff, they’re so condescending and rude half the time.” 

He thumbed behind him towards the door. “You said this wasn't the first time you've dealt with someone like this. So, why keep coming back to it? Why keep putting yourself through it if it makes you miserable?”

Lily bristled at the questions. “Because why would I let asshole producers and rude directors determine my life? Besides, I’m not miserable.”

Dean grunted out a sound that said he didn’t believe her.

“I’m not!” Lily argued. “Look, are there aspects of the industry that I don’t like? Sure. Are there times it’s frustrating? Yeah. But I’m an actress, it was what I’ve wanted to do my whole life. It’s like…a calling.”

She lifted her hand towards him. “You were a Marine, right? Don’t you think you were called to serve your country? Like a feeling in your gut that just tells you that you’re doing the right thing?”

Dean’s face shuttered and lost all expression. Lily suddenly realized what she was saying. She waved her hands back and forth. 

“Not that I’m saying it’s the same, at all. Obviously, being an actress and being a Marine are not the same level of importance or dedication. I just meant that, I mean there must have been things about being in the military that you didn’t like, right? But it didn’t stop you from serving. Right? Even if sometimes it made you miserable?”

Dean was silent for a moment, before he shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s really none of my business. Sorry.”

He looked at the front door. “Okay, everything is locked up and armed, so I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight.”

He was almost in the bedroom before she thought to answer. “Goodnight.” 

But his door was already closed. It was the first time in two weeks he went to bed before she did. 

***

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning and Dean sat on the floor, back against the wall, knees up, with his elbows resting there. Even after all these years out of the service, there were still times that a bed felt too soft, almost like it was going to swallow him up. When he felt like that, he’d sleep on the floor.

That’s how he’d ended up down there. He’d started off trying to sleep, but after an hour of tossing and turning, he knew it was pointless and grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of his big duffle bag. 

Now he was most of the way through the bottle of Jack. He took another gulp of the fiery liquid and swallowed it down slowly, wishing the burn could black out some of the memories running rampant through his mind. But he knew it wouldn’t; it never did. It just made them a bit fuzzy around the edges. 

But he could still see Sammy’s face, the way it looked when his little brother had been pleading with him.

“Dean, I hate it. I hate it all so much. I’m so miserable there.”

Dean would give anything to stop his next angry words, but they echoed hollowly through his mind just the same, far too late to change them.

“Jesus Christ, Sammy! You can’t just quit the fucking Marines! This isn’t like your job at the taco stand, or that call center place! This is the fucking Marines. Quitting is called ‘deserting’.” 

“I didn’t want to join in the first place! Dad made me!”

“For fuck’s sake, Sam! You’re a grown ass man! Take some responsibility for your actions. Dad made you?”

“Yes! And you made me! I did it to make you happy, so I’d stop disappointing you both so much.”

Dean set the bottle heavily on the floor beside him, and buried his head in his arms where they rested on his knees. The memory of his next words stabbed him through the heart as they did every time.

“Well, you haven’t finished disappointing me yet, Sam. You’re running from this the same way you’ve run from every responsibility you’ve ever had. For once in your life, dammit, stick something out.” 

His little brother’s heartbroken face, his hazel eyes pleading for understanding, floated through Dean’s consciousness, no matter how much he tried to drown the vision in alcohol. Flashes of Sam’s pale, bloodless face took its place sometimes, drawing the direct link for Dean as though he didn’t already know it.

Sam was dead because of him. Sam died, rather than disappoint him. Dean picked up the bottle again, in the feeble hope that it would dull that one, unwavering truth.

***

Lily sipped her coffee and stared at Dean’s closed door. 

She was almost in shock this morning when she woke up and Dean still hadn’t emerged from his room. She thought about waking him up, but then she decided to just let him sleep. She knew she’d hit a nerve last night, and she felt bad. 

In the light of day, without an exhausted, disappointed brain, she realized that she knew nothing about Dean’s time in the service, including how and why he’d left. She grimaced; it was terribly unthinking and tactless of her to just bring it up and compare it to working in Hollywood. She knew they weren't remotely the same.

She’d just been bothered by his questions because they were all ones she’d asked herself many times over the years.

But still, she should have known better; it was entirely possible Dean suffered from some form of PTSD from his time as a Marine, many soldiers did. She did some mental math, guessing at Dean’s age, and figured he likely served in Iraq or Afghanistan.

She mentally kicked herself again as she took another sip of her coffee. “Dumbass.” She mumbled to herself.

So, she let Dean sleep. 

But then around ten o’clock she got a call from her agent. The director of Eternal Night was calling her up for the chemistry read with Tom Ridgely.

Lily cleared her throat. “Uh, Nancy, you know I had a meeting with Ethan Braun yesterday and it didn’t uh…well, it didn’t go very well.”

Nancy’s voice was confused. “What do you mean? His production company pulled out of the project a week ago.”

Lily felt her stomach drop. “What? What do you mean he pulled out of the project?”

“Just that. He’s not involved anymore.”

She closed her eyes. “Oh, I see. Well, there must have been some kind of miscommunication.”

“That’s why all meetings should be scheduled through me, Lily.” Nancy scolded.

Lily nodded. “I promise, from now on they will be.”

Her blood boiled and she felt sick over the fact that Ethan Braun had played her so completely. She shuddered as she thought about how much more horrified and disgusted she would have felt if she’d actually caved to his bullshit lies and slept with him out of desperation. 

Fucking snake, Lily thought as she hung up with her agent and then tried to put it all out of her mind. The callback was at noon, she needed to hustle. 

She hesitated a moment before knocking on Dean’s door. When there was no answer, she knocked again. For a minute she wondered if he’d just left. Her momentary panic made her open his door quickly, but she breathed easier as she noticed him sprawled on the floor.

He was still wearing his white button down, though it was open and no longer tucked into the suit pants he also still had on. Seeing him on the floor, she wondered briefly if he’d fallen or injured himself somehow. But then she dismissed that possibility because he was partially covered with the blanket from the bed. 

She was confused about why he was sleeping on the floor until she saw the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels not far from his outstretched hand. She suddenly remembered that the first day she’d met him, he had seemed a bit drunk, or at least hungover. But she hadn’t seen him touch a drop since he’d been there. She frowned at the big duffel bag on the floor beside the bed. 

How many more bottles has he got in there, she wondered. Has he been drinking in here every night?

She shook her head. That didn’t matter right now. Right now, she needed him awake and moving.

“Dean.” She called softly, but he didn’t move so she called louder. Finally, she shouted his name and he moaned.

“Dean, I need you to get up now. I have a callback. It’s in less than two hours.”

He didn’t move. 

She walked over to him and shook his shoulder. “Dean.” She called, frustrated. 

He opened his eyes blearily and she tried to explain again. “Dean, you have to wake up now, we have to go.”

He just moaned again and mumbled something as he turned away from her. Lily sighed in frustration and gave up. She closed his door none too gently and ran into her bedroom to get ready. Less than an hour later, she was showered, dressed, and ready to go. She tried knocking on Dean’s door again, but she heard nothing from inside.

She shook her head. There was nothing for it, she’d have to break one of his two big rules and go on her own, but he had no one to blame for that but himself. She sent him a quick text letting him know the address where she was going and when she expected to be finished.

She felt a little nervous as she stepped out of her house for the first time in a long time without the security blanket of Dean standing close behind her. But she looked around, and everything looked normal, not that it ever looked otherwise to her. 

But it was a beautiful day, and she was very excited that the possibility of playing Alexis was still within her grasp. So, she got into her car, and pulled out of her driveway quickly, her mind busy and slightly worried about how the callback would go, especially given her disastrous meeting the day before.

But everything went perfectly. The director was friendly; she’d only met him very briefly during her screen test. But this time she’d actually had the chance to chat with him about the film and he was definitely excited about the possibility of making more than just the standard vampire horror movie. 

Even Tom Ridgely had turned out to be a surprise. Given the nepotism involved in his hiring, she’d expected him to be a bit full of himself and annoying. But he was actually just a really shy, sweet kid with a quiet and rueful sense of humor about his connection to the casting director. The characters she’d seen him play had all been a bit overwrought and dramatic. But he was clearly meant for something lighter and a bit more subversive. Their scenes together had been easy and the chemistry had been solid. At least, she thought so. 

But it seemed as though the director, casting director, and producer (the real one!) in the room had felt the same. The vibes had been very good.

So, she was riding high as she left through the rear entrance of the building to walk to her car in the surface lot. She was practically skipping and wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings.

It happened so quickly she didn’t even have the chance to really scream. 

As she opened her car door she suddenly felt a strong arm tighten around her waist and before she could react, her mouth and nose were covered by a big, meaty hand. She panicked and started thrashing, instinctively smashing her head back towards him, trying to connect with something, preferably a nose. But it wasn’t working.

He was trying to shove her into her car, but the warning she’d heard since she was a teenager, “NEVER LET THEM TAKE YOU TO A SECOND LOCATION!!”, was screaming in her mind and she struggled harder, shrieking pointlessly under the heavy hand that trapped the air inside her lungs.

There was a sudden, painful blow to the back of her head and black dots floated in front of her eyes; she went limp. Her mind was vaguely conscious as she was lifted off the ground and pushed into her front seat on her stomach. She shook her head trying to clear the fog, but it just spread the pain further and intensified it.

She felt like she was going to throw up as she was shoved further along the seat, the attacker trying to climb in behind the wheel. She was working up the energy to scream, trying to remember how, when suddenly she heard an angry shout and felt her abductor scramble out of the car again. She heard more shouting and when she realized she recognized the voice, she felt her terror dissipate a bit. She heard running footsteps and then suddenly Dean was in the car beside her.

“Lily?” He said tentatively as he helped her turn and sit up on the seat.

His face was extremely worried as he ran his hands over her, no doubt checking for broken bones or bullet holes. 

That realization, that he was right to check, that she could have ended up with something so much worse than the lump forming on the back of her head, made Lily’s teeth start chattering and her whole body start shaking.

“Just…” She was having trouble speaking as she shook. “S’jus my head.” She said, words slightly slurred, seconds before she threw up all over Dean’s wrinkled, white shirt. Before she could apologize, the darkness overtook her.

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️❤️

[with-my-murder-flute]

TLT theory: Aim, Jod, and the second part of the message

My brain is fevered. I feel like I've constructed an elaborate Pepe Silvia corkboard in my mind, and it feels like it makes sense of everything, but I honestly have no clue if that certainty will last very long.

I think I know what the Messenger is carrying. I think I know why John has waited ten thousand years.

Spooky preview quote from HtN chapter 2:

I mastered Death, Harrowhark; I wish I’d done the smarter thing and mastered Time.

Spoilers for Gideon, Harrow, and Nona the Ninth.

BoE's chronology has always been kind of weird to me: Five thousand years after the Resurrection happens, they pop up with intense and detailed knowledge of the 21st century! Jod destroys languages and cultures and societies, but BoE keeps popping up! How.

Originally I thought the continuous thread over the years was a Lyctor who helped them (and the necromantic implant does seem to point that way) but I also think part of it is that the ships that escaped just before Earth's devastation have been showing up one by one, over a huge span of time. That's why Wake says "My long-dead natal sun" and can quote Eminem at length; she spent ten thousand years suspended in time, before re-entering it.

NtN, John 19:18:

They said they’d managed to find some poor dipshit geek who’d fixed the FTL problem of getting locked in the chrono well, you know, moving so fast you were stuck doing quantum wheelies. They’d come up with something where you could oscillate out so long as the ship was attuned to a prearranged spectrum outside. I still don’t understand the maths. It’s going to take me ten thousand years to understand it. I couldn’t follow, but A— could. He said immediately, What is the point if you still have no fucking clue where your ship is going to end up when you shake out of FTL. They said, Aha, but we can track it once it’s out. A— said, It could be halfway across the universe or phasing through a planet. They kept arguing that probably wouldn’t happen [...] They said it was expensive, so twelve ships would go first, with one guiding them out with the beacon frequencies like a tugboat leading a cruise liner, triangulate for Tau Ceti, dump the population, and come back.

I think that AIM's message is the beacon that will call the last of the FTL fleet out of the chrono well. They are "we", they are the first of two parts, because their identity is the person they were before coming the Messenger, and the ships that still haven't oscillated back into three-dimensional space yet, because they are under AIM's personal guardianship/intimately tied to possession of her body.

NtN, John 5:4

I think the only reason I haven’t done it already is that I can’t bear the idea that I wouldn’t be able to touch them—that they’d still be out there …

I think Jod has been at this for so long because he is waiting for an event that could literally take an infinite amount of time to occur. He hasn't killed the entire colonized population yet because he wants something out of them, and it doesn't seem to be labour or devotion or even thanergy.

I think he's looking for the fleet's beacon, in a way that's like lighting a grassfire to flush animals out of hiding and deprive them of shelter. I think he's constantly killing planets and relocating and resettling populations before funnelling them together again, like a distillery trying to heat and separate different liquids as they move from flask to flask, because he wants to finally decant the key to the last ships that escaped him.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Stolen Sweater

Pairing: Opie Winston x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 700

Summary: You get cold at home and find warmth in one of Opie’s sweaters. When Opie returns from a quick run, his heart melts finding you in his sweater.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 4 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

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Winter in Charming was one of those things that you had a love/hate relationship with. You loved being all snuggled up in the covers with a hot drink watching your favorite winter movie, you especially loved being wrapped in Opie’s arms under a blanket on the couch. However, you hated being out in the cold and you hated when Opie had to be out in the cold as well.

This was one of those times.

The club had to make a run to Stockton to work out some kind of trade deal from what you understood. When Opie left, you made sure he was wrapped up in a thick jacket and that his warmest beanie covered his head and ears. He gave you a loving kiss and an ‘I love you’ before mounting his bike and heading off to meet the guys at the clubhouse.

You watched him and once he was out of sight, you realized just how cold it was outside. Shivering, you re-entered your home and made a beeline to the master bedroom, specifically to Opie’s side of the closet. You dug through his shirts until you found what you were looking for — your favorite sweater of his. The second you slipped it over your head, you were instantly welcomed with warmth and comfort. His cologne still lingered on the sweater from the last time he had worn it despite having been washed, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

With Opie on the road and the kids in school, you decided to take some time to warm yourself up before running your errands and meeting Tara for lunch. You made yourself a hot chocolate with marshmallows piled high and curled up on the couch. If only I could stay here all day.

It was as if the universe heard your thought. Your phone began ringing, checking the caller ID you see it’s Tara. You answered and she informed you that she couldn’t meet for lunch today due to being swamped with surgeries all day long. Before ending the call, the two of you made plans for next week.

As much as you didn’t want to get up and run your errands, you knew you had to, unfortunately food wasn’t going to magically appear in the fridge. You let out a sigh and headed out the door with your purse and keys in hand.

Once the errands had been completed, you returned home and put away your groceries. After that you took your seat back on the couch, where you stayed until you heard the familiar rumble of Opie’s motorcycle. You heard the jingle of keys and the lock turning, the door opened revealing your gentle giant of a man entering your shared home. “Welcome back!” You beamed, jumping up from the couch and pulling him into a kiss which he happily reciprocated. “Thank God you’re back! I was so bored without you.” You spoke dramatically, eliciting a laugh from Opie which in turn had you laughing too. You loved hearing his laugh, it was so contagious and music to your ears. That laugh and his bright smile instantly made any bad day better.

“Luckily for you, it was a quick and easy trip.” He stepped back from you and studied what you were wearing. Opie had this feeling that something was different but he didn’t know what it was until he looked you over. “Is that my sweater?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew it was but he wanted you to admit it.

“Nooooo…?” You answered, playfully nervous with a matching facial expression. You knew he didn’t care, in fact, he loved seeing you in his clothes. They way you drowned in them was something he found so adorable.

“I leave for half the day and come back to my girl in a stolen sweater from my side of the closet. Unbelievable!” Opie returned the playful teasing. “I’ll just have to steal something from you in return.” A mischievous smirk crept upon his face. The next thing you knew his lips were on yours. A stolen kiss. If this was always the outcome of stealing his clothes, then you’d never stop.

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[er9tic]

20 !

free yap session ; using this opportunity to dump my regulus & black brothers headcanons . . .

the concept of family was foreign to the black brothers. an ailment of confusion that regulus struggled to grasp until his eyes would witness what it truly meant to be bear the title of his last name. sirius, his older brother, his lifeline of grounding sanity in a household of normalised madness and conditional safety. regulus soon grew to understand that survival was what he required to latch on to should he intend to remain safe in the confinement of house black.

regulus would utilise the art of observation and master the tongue of silence. watching as sirius' song of cries for freedom and identity were met with merciless arms that would strike her down every time.

it was difficult for regulus to truly understand why sirius didn't resort to the same coping mechanisms as their father. here he was, married to the screeching devil, and yet he was safe. his safety was granted with the robbing of his tongue and a tight rope around his vocal cords. orion never spoke. never uttered so much of a word that regulus sometimes forgot what he sounded like. regulus often wondered if there was a limit to orion's tolerance. was he a steaming kettle on the verge of eruption? or would he forever endure walburga's fiery behaviour until death really did them part ?

regulus would watch walburga crush sirius like a baby bird in the very palms of her unforgiving hands. mend his rebellious tendencies with permanent markings at the hand of illegal curses and relentless strikes. it pained regulus to see him suffer so often, more times than he fell ill himself, but sirius was adamant on using his voice. remaining true to himself. fight the attempt to turn him into a piece of antique furniture as it had done to everybody else. regulus envied their strength, readied his voice to take initiative and strike back for once. but fear always beat him to the finish line.

such an incapability led to his brother’s demise , or so that’s what regulus tells himself late at night when the room grows cold and isolating , when the window remains open in wait , but his brother never comes through .

regulus had watched the flames engulf his sibling's features in the family tapestry, holes burn where his sorrowful gaze would stare at him . his name disappearing from the family line, a child ceasing to exist as his mother sought to erase his presence from her sight. his name wasn't to be uttered into the air they shared, memories of him locked away into the mental box of happiness regulus put away at the sight of his mother.

stepping into his place pierced thorns into his feet, his throne an impossible fit with the expectations he had set, and regulus would fail to meet. the crown bled with the open wounds he collected as punishment to his mistakes. a wrong key in the song he would play every morning for walburga's entrance, stroking the wrong cord on the violin in a moment of tension and sweat. caught speaking to he who shall not be named or any of the others excluded from the pureblood's approval. an inability to carry out the curses with perfection as his cousins did so perfectly, a slouch in his posture.

if his perfection had faltered, he would pay the price with crimson and tears , until perfection was restored once more.

regulus was but a vessel in the household, conforming to coping in ways of detachment that he struggled to grasp hold of his body once again when required. he knew of this effect , watched it consume sirius when in dire need of mental escape from the abuse inflicted upon him. he was never the same following the lashings he bore, a cracked doll with a blank stare, eyes hollow and devoid of a soul.

regulus watched it take form in his own reflection, now corrupting his own fragile mind. unstable glue to the jagged cracks he sustained. such detachment would take hold of him the moment his foot stepped through the door frame of the black residence, sometimes tackling him at hogwarts when a rippling strike thundered in his ears, dragging him back to his position under walburga's wand and a cruciatus curse.

a soul forever damaged, fragments scattered along in mental pieces that would never recover, damned for eternity.