#misha is smiling so softly!!!

[kaiser1ns]

The after-party was getting dull, and you were exhausted, longing for the comfort of home, the warmth of your bed, and the fluffiest blankets you owned. The soft mattress, the mountain of plushies—some gifted by Itoshi Sae, others by Michael Kaiser—called to you. Sae watched the scene from afar, swirling a champagne glass as he observed you and Kaiser sitting on the cold balcony stairs, sharing a piece of cake. The striker leaned closer, taking small bites as you offered, enjoying your company. The midfielder sighed and eventually joined, sitting beside you, which put you in the middle of them both.

A chilly breeze swept through, and you shivered slightly. Your dress, beautiful but strapless, wasn’t much protection against the cool air, though It was gorgeous, something you’d want to wear every day, but sadly, it was from a fashion house and would have to be returned. Suddenly, warmth settled around your shoulders. Kaiser had wrapped his jacket around you, flashing a soft smile before smirking at Sae. You didn’t notice Sae’s reaction, distracted by the night sky above. So many stars—a constellation not unlike the football stars in the team you worked for, Re Al. The best team in the world, a rare privilege you held, to be close to legendary players like Modric, Kroos, Ronaldo, and Zidane.

And now, the team’s rising stars—the Japanese and German prodigies, both members of the New Generation World XI, each easily affected by the other’s smallest provocation.

"Quick on the field, slow to treat a lady, aren’t you, Sae?” Kaiser teased, raising an eyebrow, and running a tattooed hand through his hair. The midfielder shot him a glare, moments from tossing his drink to wipe the smug grin off his teammate's face, but you interrupted, resting your head on Sae’s shoulder.

“Do you ever wonder… what life would have been like,” you murmured. The two paused their banter, curious. Snuggled in Kaiser’s jacket, you went on, “…if we’d never joined Re Al, or the world of football at all?”

Sae and Kaiser exchanged glances, taken aback. It wasn’t like you to ask questions like this, and you rarely drank that much. But when they looked back at you, your eyes were closed—not asleep, just calm, relaxing for once without making Sae jealous or flirting with Kaiser. For now, you stayed neutral. You knew you loved them both, but the question was—who?

A question for another time, you thought. Reopening your eyes to watch your breath form a small cloud in the cool night air. “Usually, both of you have something to say… so?”

Sae answered first, setting his glass down and absently twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “I probably would have had a normal life. A happy one. Maybe my personality wouldn’t have turned out quite like this.” You hummed softly, glancing over at Kaiser, who looked uncharacteristically sad, and … upset. Had your question touched a nerve?

“Do you want to share, Misha?” you asked. He quickly regained his composure, losing his blue tie as he too looked up at the sky

“Probably a criminal, or something,” he shrugged it off quickly, yet the pain lingered behind his eyes. After Kaiser’s answer, a soft silence settled over the three of you. You could sense that this wasn’t the time to dig further; if he wanted to share more, he would. Instead, you shifted, resting your head on Kaiser’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“There’s no salvation in the past,” he murmured, his voice low. “So don’t think about it. Focus on what’s happening now.” But his words drifted past you as sleep tugged at your eyelids. Kaiser noticed, chuckling softly at how peaceful you looked as you began to doze off.

Carefully, he nudged you up, steadying you on your feet. Sae, still sitting, glanced up at the way you seemed exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep right here on the spot as he too thought the same, that you were so cute.

“Might be the last time we have such a peaceful moment like this,” Kaiser said quietly. “Let’s bring her home.”

The two of them helped you down the stairs, keeping you steady. They’d make sure you got home safe and sound and hoped for no paparazzi photos first thing in the morning. Both of them here, looking out for you, felt like a gift from the universe itself—having them not only in your life but in your heart.

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[cheynovak]

Shake it off

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Y/N f/character

Summary: Y/N acts jealous to pull a prank on Jensen.

Warnings: None. unless you count tons of fluff.

English isn't my first language.

Please do not copy my work. Likes, reblogging, comments are appreciated.

The sound of keys jingling in the door alerted me. I set the bowl of chips on the counter and leaned back against the kitchen island, arms crossed, feigning irritation. This was going to be fun.

"Hey, babe, I’m home!" Jensen’s voice filled the hallway, deep and a little hoarse—probably from the whirlwind of fan interactions and laughter he’d shared with the audience all weekend at the convention. He stepped into the kitchen, looking ruggedly handsome in a snug flannel and dark jeans. His green eyes sparkled, but there was a tired edge to them.

"Hey," I said flatly. I didn’t even crack a smile when he came over, his scent of whiskey and cologne lingering faintly.

Jensen furrowed his brow as he stopped mid-step, his confident grin faltering. "Uh-oh, what’d I do?" He squinted at me playfully, still oblivious.

I raised an eyebrow, sliding my phone toward him so he could see the video I’d pulled up. Sure enough, there he was from last weekend—on stage with Misha and Jared, tipsy and dancing like no one was watching… except, of course, an entire room packed with adoring fans. He wasn’t just dancing—no, Jensen Ackles was shaking his booty like he was auditioning for a twerking competition.

Jensen winced as he watched the clip. "Oh, c’mon, I wasn’t that bad."

"And that little wink to those girls in the front row?" I crossed my arms tighter, pretending to pout. "Real subtle."

His eyes widened slightly, now realizing where I was taking this. "Are you… jealous?" He tried to smirk, but there was an edge of concern in his voice.

"Jealous? Oh no, of course not," I replied, letting my voice drip with mock sarcasm. "I *love* when my boyfriend drinks on stage and gives a free show to thousands of screaming fans. Maybe next time, take your shirt off, maybe your pants too? Give them the full experience?"

Jensen rubbed the back of his neck, suppressing a grin. "Alright, alright hint taken. It was the booze and Jared egging me on. What can I do to make it up to you?"

I tapped my chin, pretending to mull it over, then gave him a sly smile. "Well, if you really want to apologize…" I trailed off, taking a slow step closer.

Jensen tilted his head. "Yeah?"

"Why don’t you strip down and dance for me?" I teased, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning casually against the counter.

His green eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. For a moment, he blinked, clearly wondering if I was serious. "You’re kidding, right?"

"Not kidding."

"Right here? In the kitchen?" His voice was a mix of laughter and disbelief.

"Or," I said, tilting my head toward the hallway with a smirk, "if you’re feeling shy, we could move this to the bedroom for a little… privacy."

He stared at me for a beat, trying to gauge how far I was going to take this. Then he laughed softly, shaking his head, the tips of his ears turning a little pink. "Oh, you think you’re so funny," he said, stepping closer, crowding me against the counter in that way that always made my heart race.

"I’m serious," I replied, trying not to burst into a laugh, my voice dropping lower as I gazed up at him. "You owe me, Ackles."

His lips curving into that mischievous grin I loved.

He sighed dramatically, unbuttoning the top of his flannel. "Fine. But if I’m doing this, you’re going to owe me later," he said, voice laced with a teasing threat.

"We'll se about that" I said quickly, stepping back to get the best seat in the house.

To my utter surprise and delight, Jensen did it—shimmying out of his flannel and swaying his hips, doing his best to mimic his stage antics while giving me a private performance. The sight of his bare chest under the dim kitchen light didn’t hurt either.

"You enjoying yourself?" he asked, pausing to laugh at the way I was biting my lip to keep from howling.

"Keep going," I said, holding up a finger as though critiquing his form. "This is part of your apology, remember?"

"You are so going to pay for this," he grumbled, but the twinkle in his eye said otherwise.

As much as I was enjoying his little show, I wasn’t entirely sure who was being taught the lesson—him or me. Either way, I couldn’t stop grinning. This was going to be one of those moments I’d replay in my head forever.

Jensen stood there in just his boxers and socks, doing the most ridiculous version of his signature "booty shake" I had ever seen. It wasn’t just funny—it was downright hysterical. His exaggerated moves and goofy grin made it impossible to keep up the stern, teasing front I’d been putting on.

I doubled over, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. "Oh my god, Jensen, stop! You're gonna make me choke!"

His grin widened, clearly feeding off my amusement. As if reading my mind, he winked and added a body roll that was so over-the-top I nearly fell over.

Licking my lips absentmindedly, I straightened up, my cheeks sore from smiling. I looked him up and down, shaking my head. "Okay, okay, I give! Apology accepted!"

"Not so fast, I've just begun. " he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. Suddenly, before I could react, he closed the distance between us and swept me off my feet, slinging me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Jensen!" I squealed, smacking at his back, half-laughing, half-shocked. "Put me down!"

He chuckled, landing a playful smack on my behind as he strode out of the kitchen. "Oh, I’ll put you down, alright—after I teach you a lesson for laughing at my incredible dance moves!"

"Teach me a lesson?" I gasped, still giggling as he carried me into the bedroom, his feet padding against the hardwood floor.

"You got it," he said, tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. The mattress bounced beneath me as I landed, breathless and staring up at him. He was already leaning down, planting kisses along my cheeks, nose, and neck as I squirmed and laughed under the sheer weight of his affection.

"Jensen! You’re crazy," I murmured, though my hands instinctively curled into his hair, tugging him closer.

His lips slowed, pausing as his forehead pressed lightly against mine. His green eyes locked on mine, all teasing replaced with something softer. "I missed you, sweetheart," he said quietly, his breath warm and sweet against my lips.

My hands slid from his hair to cup his face, tilting him up so we were eye-to-eye. I could see it all there—how much he meant it. The teasing, the laughter, the silly dancing—all of it melted into this moment of pure sincerity.

"I missed you too, baby," I whispered, brushing my thumb against his cheek.

He didn’t answer this time, at least not with words. Instead, his lips found mine again, sealing the sentiment between us. His kiss was firm yet slow, like he had all the time in the world. And for a little while, it felt like we did.

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[hypernova-writes]

KinkTober Day 8

[Threesome - Heavy/Medic]

[A/N: I went a lil ham on this one 👀]

“Can you take both Misha and I Liebe?”

“I think she can Doktor..”

Today was a rough day for you, although your team won the battle today, you had gotten injured, had to help lug Scout and Demoman in who were more injured than you were.

Hell today you were supposed to finally end up confessing your feelings for two of your fellow mercs but noooo, you had to go and help Engineer in the kitchen because Scout was whining about not wanting to because he was “injured”.

Who were the mercs you liked? Well..Medic…and Heavy.

You were closest with those two, the three of you often hanging out after battles, and on ceasefire days they would take you out places they’d found off the base.

You found yourself happier when they take you out, spoiling you but you had convinced yourself it was friends being friends. Besides, they were together, why would they bother searching for a third?

You had finally been convinced by Pyro to go and finally confess and you were gonna do it, but lord everything seemed to throw itself at you to here you just gave up.

Finally trudging your way back to your room, you suddenly perked up at he call of your name.

“Oh Y/n~!”

"There you are Little one.

You turned and a small smile graced your face when you saw Medic standing with Heavy. Medic makes his way over to you, taking your face in his hands, making you gasp out.

“You look so stressed? What is wrong, Schatz?..You look down..” Medic cooed, making you like putty in his hands.

“N-nothing Ludwig..I’m just tired..” You say softly, making Medic pout.

“You never use my real name, Something is wrong and we are going to find out!” Medic says matter of factlt.

You didn’t get to say anything before you were picked up by heavy, and placed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You don’t have a choice, милый, you need comfort.”

You yelped as you felt him tighten his grip on you. You squirmed in his grasp and Medic giggled as he moved to walk behind Heavy.

“See, even Misha agrees~! Now..now don’t pout at me like that.” Medic places a hand on your chin.

“Makes me wonder what other faces we can make you do..?~”

Your face heats up at his words as he moved to start back walking in front of heavy.

You felt embarassed as some of the other mercs watched in confusion as you were effortless carried by Heavy. It s like this until you all reached Heavy’s room.

Heavy sits you on the bed, making you sit up on the bed. Medic gets down on his knees infront of you, caressing your legs.

“You know you have never been one to hide secrets very well, Y/n.”

You feel a jolt as Medic gets close, you instinctively close your legs and Medic smirks before stopping you.

“A little birdie dropped a note you wanted to read to us off to me..So care to really tell us how you feel?..”

You blushed, your eyes averting to Heavy, but he walks closer, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “Or do you want us to fuck it out of you..?” He teases and you feel like you want to explode.

Medic lets out another one of his crazed giggles and smiles, “Excellent Idea Misha! I’ll get our little Schätzchen all ready for us..~”

He makes you lay back as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants. He pulls them down along with your panties and he smirks.

“Mhm..Look at how wet she is Misha.. so nass für uns [so wet for us]..”

Once your pants hit the floor, Medic spreads your legs more, running a hand along your slit, he chuckles as he lowers himself down.

“L-Ludwig?..”

“Shh..I’ve been waiting for this for oh..so long~..”

You gasp out as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue delving in to get a taste. You lay back on the bed, unable to contain the moans that left your mouth. You whimper and went to cover your mouth, but Heavy stopped you, grabbing your hand.

“Nyet.. don’t hide. We love your moans..”

He guides your hand down and you blushed as he guides it down to the obvious tent in your pants.

You locked eyes with Heavy and the smirk he you sent jolts right to your pussy.

He starts undoing his belt and his pants before dropping them slowly, revealing his cock. Your eyes widened a bit, because he was huge.

You whimpered as he nudged himself closer to your mouth and you opened your mouth him, Heavy chuckles as he slowly pushed his way in.

Heavy lets a deep groan leave his throat as he looks down, watching as you take him, he chuckles as you gagged around his cock.

“Take it slow, Cub. I’m not small guy..” Heavy says as he runs his hands through your hair.

Medic slowly rises from his meal, his face covered in your juices, he moves to push up your shirt, pulling down your bra down to reveal your breasts to him.

“Oh my..Look how perky they are..” Medic smirks as he moves up to take once of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perk bud, making you moan and whine around Heavy’s cock.

Medic pulls away, before he lowers his hand back down to your cunt. “Mhm..You look so good taking Heavy’s cock like this maybe I should do this..~”

Medic slides two of his fingers in, curling them inside of you, making you squirm underneath him, your moans muffled. Heavy pulls away slightly for you to be able to speak and Medic giggles.

“You’re so fucked out already..tell me..My naughty little taube..how long have you wanted this from us?..”

Medic asks while his plunging his fingers in, focused on your face. You moan and gasp as he keeps brushing against that sweet spot in you. “A-a while..” You struggle to say.

You raised your hand to continue pumping Heavy’s cock, as Medic smirks down at you.

“You’ve been wanted to be dominated by me and Misha?~..You want to be our little whore, hmm?~”

Medic says as he suddenly pulls his fingers out making you whimper, but your eyes widened as he began undressing. When he got down to his boxers, you could see the prominent bulge in his pants.

Medic chuckles as he lowers his boxers, his cock springing up. “You think you can handle me fucking you while Heavy takes your mouth Y/n?~” Medic asks as he comes and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.

Medic smirks as he watches Heavy readjust himself, placing his cock back into your mouth, Medic watches for a bit, groaning softly as he gives himself a few pumps before he aligns himself with your cunt.

“Mhm~, Here I come Taube~”

Medic bottoms out in one thrust, that has your eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

Medic started with a rough yet delicious pace, his eyes focused on you, his hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline.

“O-oh my..You’re so tight..even with me stretching you out..” He moans out, his nails digging into your hips, he lifts you a bit to meet his thrusts.

You were moaning, you didn’t know whether you were coming or going with how hard Medic was fucking you or how good Heavy’s cock felt on your tongue.

You whine as Heavy began slowly fucking your throat, you could tell that he was getting close, based on the growls and groans he was making, and he was beginning to use your throat like it was a fleshlight.

“Can I cum down your throat little cub?..Would you like that…?”

Your response was muffled, but Heavy understood. He gave a dozen more thrusts before you felt him release into your mouth, you tried swallowing it all, but once Heavy Backed away a bit, Medic gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Ah..Ah..open up taube..” He growls as he doubles his efforts to fuck you senseless, You obey him and what he did set your body a blaze.

He smirks before spitting on your tongue, mixing his spit with Heavy’s cum. He then chuckles before giving you an order.

“Swallow it.”

And you did.

That earned a deep groan from Medic and done from Heavy as Medic’s thrusts began to become sloppy.

Now he was the moaning mess, his moans being louder than yours. “Mhm..you’re such a good girl..so good for us..you’re gonna cum with me, Ja?..Gonna cum all over me?..”

You nodded as you arched your back, eyes glued shut as you felt him rubbing your clit along with his thrusts. The moan that left your mouth was a sound you didn’t even know you could make. You writhed underneath Medic as you came.

He soon followed suit. “yes..yes..yes..take it..take it all our beautiful little whore..” He growls as he stayed still for a moment, wanting to make sure every little drop got inside.

It took a moment before Medic went to caress your face. “Heh,..I..i think i enjoyed that more than you and Misha..”

He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his cum leave your fucked out pussy. Medic, not being able to help himself, scooped it up with his fingers before stuffing it back into you.

“I’ve run you a bathe Cub..You were very good for us..” Heavy says as he gently moves to pick you up. You whine and Medic could notice some bruises about to form on your hips.

“Ah don’t sorry..I’ll make sure you heal right up darling.” He leans to place a kiss on your cheek while yo were in heavy’s arms.

“Did you have fun?”

“Fun is an…understatement Ludwig..that was amazing..”

You replied as you leaned into Heavy’s grasp.

“Good Good~! Because next time Heavy and I are going to switch places~”

“H-huh?!” You blushed deeply, not that you didn't want that, it's just that..heavy was huge!

“We have to work little Cub up for that Doktor..”

“We will, We will~ After all I think this means we’re a throuple now!”

"And Cub is no longer to hide things from us. Okay?"

You relax slightly in Heavy's arms. "Okay.."

"Good. Now enjoy bath."

"Mhm..we'll get everything ready for bed Taube. So don't you worry about thing~. Just relax and be pretty~."

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[winchesterwild78]

Merry Christmas, Dean Winchester 

Master List

Characters:  Jensen x Reader, Dean Winchester x OC Wife, Jared, Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Sam x Eileen 

Warnings: Fluff, Smut!, more fluff

A/N: Final Story in my holiday fics. I hope you’ve enjoyed this short series. I was really excited about it. All work is my own, please don’t take it. Reblogs and likes are welcomed. 

This is a work of FICTION. Jensen is divorced from Danneel. If you don’t like that, then don’t read it. Sorry, but shit happens in life, and this was a story that popped in my head to round out this Christmas Series. 

This one is a combination of Jensen and him stepping back into the role of Dean one last time. I hope you enjoy it. 

Written fast and edited fast, please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

Jensen sat in his office on the phone with Eric Kripke and Robert Singer. I knew what the call was about. They wanted him to step back into the role of Dean Winchester one last time. 

Jensen had previously said he wanted to do at least one more season, maybe not 22 episodes, but at least a couple more. 

Jensen had always felt Dean deserved better. I always felt he and Dean deserved better. 

I had been a fan of his and the show well before we got married. After his divorce from Danneel we met and things progressed between us. We got married and I’ve been by his side ever since. 

Jensen came out of the office with a smirk on his face. “What’s so funny?” I asked him as he snaked his arms around my waist. 

“I think we are finally moving forward. I’m going to help write the season and direct a few episodes.” I smiled, turned and put my arms around his neck. 

I kissed his lips, “I’m so happy for you baby. You’re going to do amazing.” 

“Yeah, now we have to see how to get some of our cast back. I’m sure Jared will be on board, not sure how we can write Misha back in, but we will figure it out.” 

“I know the fans are going to go wild.” He nodded. “Yeah. I can’t wait. Eric is planning on dropping hints on Instagram once we get the green light.” 

I smiled because I knew how the fans were going to react. 

I touched his face, “Does that mean you need to practice the “Dean” voice again?” I giggled. Jensen smirked, placed his lips close to mine and in his best Dean Winchester voice he said, “You better believe it sweetheart.” 

Then he walked away. I gasped, “You’re such a tease.” He turned and grinned, crossed the room and grabbed me by the waist and placed his lips on mine. 

I moaned and melted in his arms. Jensen smiled against my lips, “Still got it.” He winked as he pulled away. 

I playfully rolled my eyes, “Jensen Ross, you better get back here and give your wife a proper kiss.” He smirked and walked up to me, grabbed me by my waist and placed his lips softly on mine. His plump lips pressed against mine as his tongue darted out and licked my lips. I parted them and he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to my hair and pulled me further into him. Our tongues moving in tandem with a familiarity. 

When he pulled away our breathing was fast and shallow. My lips were on fire. Jensen rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, “Damn baby. I’m glad I came back.” “Me too.” 

Over the next few weeks Jensen worked with Eric and Robert to secure cast and writers for the show. Jared was on board and so was Misha. The other cast members were willing to come back for an episode or two, so Jensen worked with the writers to bring people back or figure out some way to make it all make sense. 

The season was going to be 10 episodes long and the final episode was going to be a Christmas episode. The consensus online was Dean and Sam deserved a normal holiday if they got nothing else. Jensen agreed. The decision was made to leave Sam and Eileen together, married and having a son, but the writers and Jensen wanted Dean to survive and have someone too. 

Jensen spent the next few months helping write and rewrite episodes. Then came time for shooting. Off to Toronto we all went. Jensen and I went ahead and found a place big enough for his kids to come. Jared and Gen moved up temporarily with the kids. They still had their place and just found it easier to live there than for Jared to fly back and forth. 

The first day of filming arrived and Jensen was visibly nervous. All the way to set his leg bounced in the car. I placed my hand on his leg, “Hey, you’re going to do great. It’s like riding a bike. Dean is part of you and will always be. You know how to play him, and you’re finally getting to give him the proper send off he deserved.”

Jensen leaned over and kissed me, “Thank you, sweetheart.” I smiled and nodded. 

When we arrived at set Jensen got out of the car and we walked hand in hand to his trailer. 

Hanging in his closet was Dean’s costume and his boots. Jensen smirked and took a deep breath. I touched his arm, “You’ve got this baby. I’ll be here every step of the way.” 

Jensen changed and stepped into the living room and we were transported a few years back. He was Dean Winchester and never looked so good.

He went to get his hair and makeup done while I waited in the trailer. When he came back it was time for him to go to the set. “You ready baby?” I asked and he nodded. 

The first few episodes were great. I couldn’t wait to see how fans reacted to the show. Eric, Jensen and Jared had all dropped hints online and the fans were rabid about it. Not to mention the carefully leaked photos of Jared and Jensen on set in their “Sam and Dean costumes”. 

Eric wanted all the episodes filmed before they were released and we were approaching the final few. The hunt was on for a wife for Dean. The idea was to do a slight time jump and have her and Dean get married with flashes of the wedding during an episode. 

The search for an actress who was believable for Dean was proving difficult on such a short notice. So Eric and Robert cooked up an idea. 

I sat in the trailer reading when there was a knock on the door. Opening it I saw Eric and Robert. “Hey guys. What’s up?” Eric stepped in first, “We have an idea. We want you to play Dean’s wife.” I laughed, “You can’t be serious. I’ve never acted.” “We are serious. You and Jensen have incredible chemistry and that will work well for the show. I’m sure you could do it.” 

“How about I try. If I’m crap we will find someone else.” They were excited and nodded. I was handed a script and told to be in wardrobe in 2 hours. 

I was incredibly nervous. Jensen came in and looked exhausted. He noticed how nervous I was. “Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong baby?” “Um, they found the person to be Dean’s love interest.” 

Jensen looked confused, “Okay, who is she? Why are you so nervous about it?” I took a deep breath, “it’s me.” I said softly. 

Jensen’s smile grew until it reached his eyes. “Really?! I get to act alongside you as my love?” I nodded “I’m not an actress, Jensen. I’m so nervous.” 

He cupped my face, “Baby it’s going to be fine. It will be just like any normal day we’re together. You’ll just have to call me Dean. I see we have a love scene coming up too.” He wiggled his eyebrows, “Now that’s going to be so much fun.” 

I blushed. “Should we run some lines or practice?” “Sure darlin’, let’s go into the bedroom and practice that spicy scene. You know, just so we can get it right.” 

I laughed as he chuckled, taking my hand and he led me to the bedroom. 

We made love over and over again. Each moment made me feel less anxious. 

There was a knock on the door, “Y/N, you’re needed in wardrobe and Jensen you’re needed back on set.” 

We got up and got dressed. He kissed me one last time as I walked to wardrobe and he left for set. 

On set I took my mark. My character was meeting Sam and Dean for the first time. I was Jody’s niece and I came to help her on a case, thus meeting the boys. 

“Okay everyone, you all know Y/N, Jensen’s wife. She’s going to play Dean’s love interest. Alright, places and action!” 

“Hey boys! It’s so good to see you two. It’s been far too long.” Jody hugged Sam and Dean. “You two know almost everyone here, except my niece, Ashley.” I spun around, making eye contact with the boys. Extending my hand, “Hey guys! Nice to finally meet you two. Aunt Jody has talked about the famous Sam and Dean for years.” 

Sam shook my hand and then Dean. We were supposed to look each other in the eyes and pause for a moment, but of course Jensen had to improvise. “Hey sweetheart, you helping us out on this case?” I just ran with the improv, taking his advice to heart. 

“No, I figured I’d just stay here in the kitchen and wait by the door with a drink in hand until you returned.” Laughter ripped through the set. Jensen smirked his famous Dean smirk and I went weak in the knees. 

Dean stepped closer to me, lifted my chin, “Well Ashley, as much as I’d love that I’d much rather have you by my side on the hunt.” “Oh would you now? Dean, tell me something. Does that line ever work?” 

Sam laughed. Jody stepped in “Alright you two, leave the flirting for later. We have a job to do.” 

Before too long the director was calling cut. Everyone congratulated me and told me I was a natural. Jensen walked over, pulled me in a hug and kissed my lips. “Damn baby, you were incredible.” “Oh Jens, I was so nervous. Are you sure I did okay? When you started to improvise I almost lost it.”

“Darlin’, you were great! Come on, let’s get ready to go home. We’ve got some more practicing to do.” I giggled as he pulled me towards the trailer to change. 

The next few days on set were long and grueling. I messed up a couple of times and got so frustrated with myself. Jensen was directing the episode today so it made my nerves worse. I honestly felt like I was going to throw up. 

Jensen sat behind the camera and I was delivering lines to Sam. I fumbled because I was so nervous. “Cut!” Jensen’s voice boomed causing me to jump. 

Jensen walked up to me and took my hand, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You seem off.” “I’m just really nervous today and it’s making me nauseous. I’m sorry.” 

Jensen cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “You’re doing great baby. For someone who’s never acted, you’re doing an amazing job.” 

I nodded and took a deep breath, “Okay. I’m ready.” 

We continued shooting and Jensen finally called cut for the last time of the day. I was mentally and physically exhausted. 

Jensen had some things to do before he could leave the set, so I went back to the trailer, took a shower and curled up on the bed. Before too long I had fallen asleep. 

Jensen walked in and saw me asleep on the bed and smiled. He was used to these long shoots. He knew I was not . Slipping out of his boots and down to his boxers he climbed in the bed with me. 

Wrapping his arm around me, I moaned and snuggled closer to his warm body. “Mm, baby should we go home?” I whispered. Jensen tightened his arm around me, “No, let’s just stay here tonight.” I nodded and fell back to sleep. 

The next few months were filled with shoots and reshoots. Long days and early morning calls. Dean and Ashley’s relationship was taking shape on the show and the leaked information seemed to be met with excitement. The fans were rabid for more information. Eric was very careful with what was released. 

Jensen was sitting on the couch at home, pencil in his hand and a furrowed brow. He tapped his pencil on the paper and let out a long sigh. “Jens, are you okay?” He looked up, his green eyes red with exhaustion and full of frustration. “Yeah, I’m just trying to get this ending perfect. Dean deserves it, so do the fans.” 

I moved closer to him, took the pencil and paper out of his hand and straddled his lap. “Honey, take a break. It’s going to be perfect no matter what you write, because Dean isn’t the only one who needs this ending, you do too. Come on, let's get you nice and relaxed.” 

He smirked and his hands grabbed my hips, he leaned forward and kissed me. His hands slipped up my back and held me tight. I could feel the arousal settling in my core. “Jens, take me to our room, please.” I breathed out in a soft moan. 

Jensen took me to our bedroom and laid me on the bed. His hands slid up my thighs and to the waistband of my pants. I nodded and lifted my hips. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my panties. 

Jensen threw them to the side and let out a low growl as he stood up. I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head and Jensen unhooked my bra. “Damn baby, I am one lucky man. Look at you.” 

I blushed. “Jens, you’re over dressed.” I smirked. He pulled his shirt over his head and I clenched my thighs together at the sight of his toned body. 

I bit my lip as he removed his pants and boxers. 

Jensen’s fingertips brushed up my thighs as he climbed in between my legs. I felt the bed dip down as he positioned himself. Jensen leaned forward and kissed my lips soft at first, then full of need. His hands found my folds and his fingers delicately pushed past and to my entrance. “Damn baby, you’re soaked.” 

I moved my hips as his fingers pushed inside me. He hooked them up, pulling a moan from my lips. The sound his fingers made pushing in and out of me, and the moans from my lips filled the room with the most pornographic, erotic sound I’d ever heard. It turned me on more. 

“Mmm, that’s right baby. Cum for me. Let me hear how good it feels.” “Jens, I’m so close. Oh god baby!” I felt myself getting closer to my release. He was the only one who could ever make me cum as quickly as he does.

Jensen’s fingers moved faster and he started rubbing my clit. “Come on baby, let go. I’m right here.” My body responded to him and I came hard. My body was squeezing his fingers inside me as he helped me ride out my release.

My heart was beating fast and my legs felt like jello. Jensen smirked, leaned down and kissed my lips. “Jens, I need you, now!” I growled against his lips. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Jensen pumped himself a few times, lined himself up and pushed his engorged cockhead past my glistening lips and into my waiting core. His head dipped into the crook of my neck as he bottomed out. 

Lifting my legs up he pushed in deeper. His movements were steady and slow. Leaning down to kiss my lips and kiss down my body. 

The bed squeaked with every thrust. Jensen and my bodies tangled together and moved in perfect harmony.

My fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as he picked up the pace. Each thrust pushed us both closer to the edge. “Jens, don’t stop…fuck! Yes! Just like that..” “Yes baby! Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum.” 

My second release hit as Jensen’s thrusts picked up. My release pulled his out with a grunt. His seed coating my insides white.

Jensen held onto me as he emptied inside me. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly, “God I love you. So much, Y/N.” I smiled against his lips, “I love you too, Jensen.”

He got out of bed and grabbed a washcloth to clean us both up. After we were clean he pulled the blanket over us and held me tight. 

“Jens, why not give Dean a baby? The fans would eat that up. They’ve always wanted Dean to have a wife and a child.” Jensen laid in the bed, quiet. I could tell he was thinking. 

“I tell you what, let’s write it out and see how it looks on paper and if we could make it work.” I nodded.

As he tried to get up, I pulled him back down. “Absolutely not, Mr Ackles. You’re staying right here with me for a while. I’m not some cheap floozy you can bang and then leave.” I smirked. 

“Oh believe me, you’re not cheap. Far from it sweetheart.” Jensen smirked and I gasped. I feigned hurt. “Aww sweetheart, I was only kidding.” “I bet Dean Winchester wouldn’t treat me like that.” I stuck my tongue out and Jensen laughed. “No, he wouldn’t, but your husband loves to banter with you and would do anything to make you happy, even give you a baby.”

My eyes shot up and I looked at him, gasping softly. “What?” “Sweetheart, I know you want a baby, our baby. Maybe after we wrap, you and I can try.”

“Jensen, are you sure? I know you already have 3.” 

He cupped my face, “Yes, I’m sure. What do you say?” I kissed his lips, peppering his face with kisses, “Yes, Jensen! Yes, I want to try.” 

The next few weeks the finale was written and Jensen seemed satisfied with it. The shoots and reshoots were really starting to take its toll on me. 

Jensen would often find me curled up on the couch or the bed in between shoots. Today was no different, except I had a cold that was making the exhaustion worse. 

I didn’t have any scenes today, so I stayed in the trailer. Around lunchtime I walked to craft services to get something to eat. I grabbed a little of everything and carried it back to the trailer. Sitting on the couch I ate my fill, grabbed the blanket and fell back to sleep. 

About an hour later Jensen came in for his lunch break and saw all the food. He laughed, “Hey sweetheart, looks like you’ve gotten your appetite back.” I stretched and rubbed my eyes, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure what I wanted so I grabbed a little of everything.” He chuckled, “Looks like it. How are you feeling?”

“Still really tired. I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, I really hope I don’t have the flu. I have an early shoot tomorrow.” Jensen looked up, “Do you need me to go with you?” I shook my head no, “I’ll be okay. Besides, you have an afternoon shoot.” 

The afternoon appointment provided answers, ones that brought even more of a challenge. Arriving back on the lot I went to the set to see how filming was going. They had just wrapped for the day and Jensen was meeting with Eric and Robert about the finale. 

Jensen saw me and motioned to me. “Hey baby. How was your appointment?” “It was good. So, how did you two like the finale writing?” 

“It was great! What do you think?” I placed my hand in Jensen’s, “I think it’s perfect.” 

“Great, we start shooting the last episode in about a week. You rest and take care of yourself.” I nodded, “I will, doc said it’s nothing bad and it will pass.” 

The day to shoot the final episode was here and I was so nervous. Jensen had gone to set early and I was meeting him there. I grabbed my stuff and headed to set. 

Changing into my costume I walked to set. Jensen and Jared were already on set when I walked in. “Hey baby. You ready?” I nodded, “Yep, let’s do it.”

Robert took his place behind the camera, he and Jensen were directing the final episode, but because Jensen was in this scene he was in the hot seat. 

“Alright, places! Action!” 

“Come on Dean, Sam, Eileen and their son will be here any minute. I need you to help me set the table.” “In a minute, sweetheart. I’ve got to finish wrapping this present.” 

Ashley sighed. Hearing him fight with the paper and tape had her giggling. “Knock, knock. Dean, Ashley, we’re here.” “In the kitchen, Sam.” Ashley yelled from the bunker kitchen.

Sam and Eileen walked in with Sam Jr. in her arms. Ashley smiled and held out her hands for the baby. “How is the cutest nephew in the world?! Auntie Ashley missed you so much.” Placing a kiss on his head, she handed the baby back. 

“Okay, y’all go make yourselves comfortable, dinner is almost ready.” Dean walked into the kitchen and snaked his arms around her waist. “Need any help, baby?” “No, go spend time with Sammy, your sister in law and your nephew.” 

He nodded, walked over to the plate of cookies and swiped one. “Dean Winchester! You’re going to spoil your dinner.” He laughed and walked out, popping the cookie in his mouth.

After dinner and dessert everyone gathered around the Christmas Tree to exchange gifts. Ashley and Dean bought Sam a new briefcase, because he was headed back to law school. “Guys, this is awesome. Thank you!” 

Other gifts were exchanged and Ashley had one more for Dean. She walked over towards Dean with a small box in hand. Taking a steady breath she handed it to him. 

Dean’s green eyes sparkling with excitement, “What’s this?” Ashley smiled, “Just open it.” Dean carefully pulled the paper off and opened the box. In the box was a picture frame, and in the picture frame was a black and white photo. Dean’s face contorted with confusion. “What is this picture of?” 

“Dean, look closely at it.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I was so nervous, because this wasn’t just a gift for Dean, it was meant for Jensen too. 

Dean looked closely at it and realized it was a sonogram. “Wait, does this mean you’re pregnant?” I nodded, “Yes Dean, you’re going to be a daddy.” Jensen was confused because this was not part of the script. He looked closer at the sonogram and saw my name on it. His eyes shot up to mine as the realization hit him. He whispered as tears filled his eyes, “You’re pregnant?” 

Tears filled my eyes and they started to fall, “Yes, we’re having a baby, Merry Christmas, Dean Winchester.” Jensen leaped out of the chair and threw his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss. 

“And Cut! Perfect you two!” We were too wrapped up in the kiss to pull apart. Eric and Robert came up to us and as we parted congratulated Jensen and I.

Jensen’s eyes went wide, “You two knew?” “Of course we did. How else do you think it got written in?” They laughed. 

Jensen and I walked back to our trailer, his hand on the small of my back, his other holding the sonogram. I was so nervous. “Y/N, are you okay?” I nodded.

“Jens, I know we talked about waiting until later, but I guess fate had other plans. I’m sorry.” 

He cupped my face, “Shh hey, no. This is amazing. We’re having a baby! I can’t believe it. Dean’s getting the ending he deserves, with a beautiful wife and a baby, and I get to have a baby with my beautiful wife. Everything is perfect.”

“I love you, Jensen so much.” “I love you too, Y/N, (he placed his hand on my belly) and I love you too.”

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[verynastyspoon]

DAD!SCOUT x FEM!READER PT.1

Summary: A christmas get to together that may be the start of the rest of your life

word count: 781

Authors note: I don’t remember how long after the christmas party was so I just said 10 years and sorry I got bored of the original scour fic but if anyone wants I might go back to it.

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10 years. Its been 10 years since the last time you saw Jeremy. You live a single life alone, no kids, just a dog but even in your lonely life youre happy. One day you get a letter in the mail from Jeremy Willis. You hastilly rip it open and nearly scream when you read the contents of it.

‘Hey y/k I miss you. I’m having a little Christmas get together with all the team and I would love to have you there.’

You are ecstatic and quickly pack all your things and rush to the airport with your dog. You had been alone for so long just the idea of being with some real friends makes you happier than you could imagine. You have “friends” but they have never fought beside you, almost died for you, and would do anything for you. They aren’t family like they are.

You get to Jeremy’s house on Christmas day. You can hear the boisterous laughter even from the driveway. You rush to the door and knock which you are greeted by a handsome (and very haircut needed) Jeremy.

“Y/K!” He gives you a hug. “Ive missed you so much!”

You hug back and smile warmly. “I missed you too Jeremy.”

You walk in and see kids running about “Wow are these all yours?”

“Hell ya well most of them those few are sollys but the others are mine.”

“Do…you have a wife?” You ask reluctantly because some stupid part of you still has a crush on the same man you haven’t seen in years.

“Pff those dead beats are gone for good. Im raising these beauties all by myself.”

You look in shock and a little relief. “Jeremy thats amazing.”

You all sit down eating and catching up on on eachothers new lives. After a while you find yourself on the floor playing with Jeremys kids. Tanya is running around in spys mask and the others are playing toys with you. Jeremy cant help but fawn over you playing with his kids.

When you look over and see him he looks away embarrassed for staring. You wave him over to come play, but a few moments later the kids leave to go play with your dog. Leaving you and Jeremy alone.

“You have a beautiful family Jeremy.”

“Thank you, you should come by more often youre great with them.”

“Maybe I will.” there is a long silence between you before Jeremy speaks up.

“You uh got a husband?”

“No and I dont have kids.” you sigh “I just havent found the right person yet.”

“I know what you mean, I got 3 ex wifes.”

You look up “3?! Why?”

“Well the first one cheated, the second one was a bad mom and the third left me for a woman.” He sighs “I just i dont know, I know 3 is alot but I just have so much love to give and no woman to give it too. But now I have my kids and I couldn’t be happier.”

You give him a hug “I love that for you Jeremy.” it stays quiet again for a moment. “You know, all those years ago I had a raging crush on you.”

“Really!?”

“Yes, but I kept it too myself because I knew you liked miss pauling. After you said you would move on I thought about speaking up but I was too scared too…. sometimes I wish I did.”

“I had no idea y/k, I wish you did because well I had a thing for you too.”

You both laugh softly at your obliviousness.

“Would, you ever want to go out to eat or something?” He asks nervously. “I know it’s been so long since we’ve last seen eachother but it feels like you never left.”

“I would love too.” You smile warmly.

“Great! But dont tell my kids I want to bring them around another girl unless I know its gonna work, you know?”

“I completely understand. Having in introduce a third girl to the family sounds like alot.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

The kids run back and jump on Jeremy all yelling ‘DADDY’

“Yes? What’s up?” They all yelled about some shenanigan Misha and Herberts baboon got into, leaving you alone excited for what’s to come

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN

SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader

CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.

“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.

“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.

She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.

“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.

“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.

“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”

Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.

“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.

“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.

Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.

“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.

“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.

“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.

“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.

“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.

“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.

“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.

“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.

“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.

“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.

“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.

“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.

“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.

“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.

“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.

He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.

“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.

Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.

“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.

“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.

“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.

“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.

“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”

She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.

“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.

“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.

“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.

“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.

“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.

“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.

“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”

“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.

“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.

“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.

“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.

“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.

He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.

She liked it and he knew it.

“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.

“Please… Dean,” she whispered.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.

He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.

When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.

“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.

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Just a Little Jealous

Dean Winchester x reader

This is inspired by the amazingly talented @via-l0ve ‘s French Mistake headcanons that I definitely recommend you read and drop a follow while you’re at it! Via is so unbelievably sweet and I’m so honored to have permission to build off of her work!

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You and Castiel had been studying lore in the bunker while Dean and Sam were on a hunt. You were expecting the normal routine when the boys got home, so when you heard the door unlock, you weren’t expecting Dean to be hugging you before you could even get to the staircase. “Hi baby, what’s going on?” You ask softly as he peppers you with kisses, Sam just chuckles but he’s also clearly a little frazzled. “You’ll never believe that just happened” Dean mutters into your hair as he kisses the top of your head. “Try us” you smile as you gesture to yourself and Cas, Dean just glares at the angel.

“Y/N!” Dead said, exasperated

The actor looks up, “Jensen?” They say, clearly confused. Dean’s shoulders slump as he sighs “y-yea, right, sorry” he says, rubbing his temple as he looks back up to see Cas- Misha. To see Misha walking over, then kissing you. Or not you, but you. “Oh hell” Dean mutters

After explaining you just sigh and pull Dean into a hug. “Well, for one, I will not be kissing Castiel. And for two, my actor person must be really dumb to pass on the chance to do this” you say, and Dean looks a bit confused until you pull him into a deep, long kiss. One that makes Castiel look away and Sam fake gag. Dean has a big smile on his face as you pull away. “What do I gotta do to get kissed like that more?” He teases, you smirk “apparently get jealous more” Dean gasps “I was not jealous!” He says definitely, you and Sam both scoff “you literally threatened Cas’ life like eight times on the drive home” Sam says. “Okay maybe I was just a little jealous, but in my defense Y/N KISSED CAS.” He says, making everyone laugh a bit. You smile up at him “not as hard as I just kissed you I hope” Dean nods in acknowledgment “not as hard as you just kissed me” he says as he throws his arm around you. “Yea and if you ever do that infront of me again I’ll vomit” Sam chimes in, Dean flips him off. “Is no one worried about this other world?” Cas asks. “I’m less worried now that you aren’t locking lips with y/n” Dean comments, you and Cas both sigh. This was gonna be quite an experience.

Laying awake at night as Dean clings to your side, one hand playing with your hair and the other wrapped tightly around your waist wasn’t very uncommon, and it wasn’t shocking that it happened tonight. “You alright?” You kiss the top of his head where it rests on your shoulder. “All good” he mumbles, you both know it’s a lie, but you also know that pushing for information won’t help anyone right now. “We can talk tomorrow, yea?” You whisper, he smiles up at you and nods.

Maybe he’d been more than just a little jealous

I HOPE YALL LIKED THISSSS and I’m so so so honored to have Via’s permission to write this!!!

I think it turned out well but I’d love to hear your feedback! Remember to reblog and maybe even add a comment for me! I love yall

[deans-baby-momma]

Chapter 9

A/N: One chapter left 😞

Summary: When Jensen admits to going home with someone else, will his and Y/N's marriage survive?

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, smut, language

Jensen and Misha both spring into action, pulling Y/N away from Athena and to the opposite side of the room, while the attorneys, both girls and the court reporter sit there in shock.

As they put some distance between them and the others, Athena announces “She attacked me! I wanna press charges!”

Her attorney grabs her upper arm and grits out, “Miss Haligan, be quiet.”

“Baby,” Jensen says softly, holding Y/N in a tight embrace. “You can't go around attacking people.”

Misha watches as the couple have a private conversation while huddled together. 

“She's an utter bitch,” Y/N cries. “She tried to-” she can't finish her sentence due to the sobs. 

“I know. But now we all know the truth. That baby isn't mine; there's no possible way it's mine. So calm down,” Jensen sweetly murmurs. “Let's get this over with so we can go home and continue living our lives, okay?”

Y/N nods her head against his chest and they pull away to look at the others in the room.

“I want to apologize for my wife-” Jensen says as he helps Y/N back into her seat. “-but you have to admit, it felt merited, this situation has been,” Jensen paused to take a steadying breath. He takes Y/N's hand and laces their fingers together on the top of the table. “Our marriage almost dissolved because of Miss Haligan’s lies.” 

To his surprise everyone but Athena nods. She stands there staring at Y/N before she scoffs.

“You're not even that pretty. I don't know what he sees in you.”

“Miss Haligan-” her attorney snaps. “I would advise you to keep your mouth shut!”

Mr. Howell looks at Mr. Bell, “I think it should suffice to say, this meeting is over. I will file the paperwork for my client to contact the original magazine that ran her story and retract her statements. In order not to be drawn into any further legalities Miss Haligan I suggest you change your mind on that assault comment,” Mr. Howell turned, speaking directly at the indignant woman. 

He then looks at the Ackles’ and states, “On behalf of my client, I would like to express my sympathy for this whole ordeal.”

Jensen nods but doesn't say a word. He squeezes his fingers around Y/N’s and then stands. He heads for the door and Y/N follows, with Misha bringing up the end.

As they leave the building, Jensen turns his head to Misha. “Call Jared and Cliff. Mark, Rob and Rich. Celebration at our house.”

Misha nods and pulls out his phone, stopping to dial. The lovers leave him be, hurrying to their car and sliding inside.

“God, I'm glad that's over,” Jensen sighs as he lays his head against the headrest and closes his eyes.

“Me too but I still think I could've taken her,” Y/N says, causing Jensen to open his eyes to look at his wife. There is a slight smile on her lips.

“C'mere Ronda Rousey,” he chuckles and he pulls her face to his and kisses her soundly. “Gotta admit that was kinda hot!”

She smiles up at him and then he starts the vehicle and heads home.

Later that night, after informing his friends and co-workers of the outcome of the mess he'd found himself in, they all rejoiced with copious amounts of alcohol. 

Thankfully, the Ackles’ home was grand enough that no one had to leave. In the early morning hours each of the revelerst found a place to sleep off their drunkenness.

Before heading to bed, Jensen made one more sweep of the house, making sure doors were locked and the security system was set.

As he headed toward his room, he heard someone softly call his name. He turned to see his bodyguard and friend standing in the hallway.

"Yea? Everything okay?’

“I just want to apologize,” the bigger man says, confusing Jensen. 

“For what?”

“I believed it,” Cliff admits. “I saw you when we picked you up. You were covered in lipstick, your shirt was torn and you were sweaty and panting. It just looked obvious what had transpired.

“I wanted to beat you to a pulp. To cheat on Y/N like that; it was unfathomable to me. She is the best thing to ever happen to you. She is sweet and kind and almost too good for you. So I'm sorry. I should've believed you.”

“Hey,” Jensen says, laying a hand on the older man’s shoulder. “Water under the bridge, okay?”

Cliff nods and Jensen smiles at him. “Now get some sleep. I, myself, am going to go crawl into bed with the woman I know is too good for me and thank my lucky stars I'm still able to hold her in my arms.”

“Good night,” the bodyguard smiles and then heads to bed.

A week later, Y/N pulls a large manila envelope from the mailbox with Mr. & Mrs. Jensen Ackles handwritten on it with no address or return contact information. 

Curious but cautious, she opens it to see the magazine that had run the original story of Jensen's supposedly torrid affair; except this time it was an apology on the cover.

The picture is one from a couple years ago, when they had attended some benefit that they donated to and the headline reads ‘Ackles Marriage-Unbreakable’.

She opens the publication and flips through it until she finds what she's looking for.

“In a recent publication, we ran a story from what we thought was a reliable source.  We have just been informed that our source was untrustworthy and gave us false information and mistruths.

“We would like to take the opportunity to publicly apologize to Jensen and Y/N Ackles and to confirm that Jensen is NOT the father of Athena Haligan's unborn child.”

“Once again, we apologize and wish the Ackles’ a long and loving marriage.”

Y/N smiles as she closes the booklet and places it on the coffee table. ‘Now the world will know my husband has not nor has he ever been unfaithful,’ she thinks to herself.

She sifts through the rest of the mail and finds an envelope from Howell & Associates. She rips it open and her chin drops as her mouth flies open.

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Preview for next chapter: All they have been through, the two babies they lost and still mourn for and the false claims of an affair and an illegitimate child has not afflicted their marriage, only made it stronger and valued.

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[the-laughing-lunatic]

I just have a simple request if you don't mind me asking. Can you do Heavy x Medic with a child reader (Their child, adopted or not, Medic does weird stuff) who is very sweet but also very strong like Heavy?

Basic storyline: One day their kid was in the forest and found a baby bear who was hurt so they tried to take care of the baby bear but Mama bear was closed so the kid tried to defend themselves and make sure they didn't hurt the mama bear to fix the baby bear like they've seen Medic do on people.

(Ofc! I kinda made this really long (wordcount: 1264), you can tell I'm not that great w/ oneshots :/ Thx for requesting!)

HeavyMedic & sweet child! reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late at night. Far too late to be out in the forest at the young age of seven, but here you were, trailing behind your two dads as Medic rambled about his ideas for experiments once he found the herb that had the three of you out in the first place. Heavy and Medic didn’t want to leave you alone at the base so they wrapped you in your big fluffy coat and brought you along. You shivered. “P- papa?”

“Little Belka, is cold, yes, but your papas need to focus now. Can you stay quiet for little while?” Heavy responded.

“Okay…” You wanted to be good for them, so you kept your mouth shut and clutched your teddy bear close to your chest. 

Out of nowhere an owl swooped down and snatched your teddy bear out of your hands. You couldn’t just let it get away with that! But your papa said not to talk, and you didn’t want to distract them from their important grown-up work. 

You took a deep breath and ran after it, the brush scratching up your arms as you followed the owl. You ran till your legs were tired and the bird was gone from your vision. Only then did you get the sinking realization that you were lost, cold, and alone. 

You sat on a tree stump, curled into a ball and cried.

ੈ♡˳

Medic and Heavy kept trekking through the forest. Medic smiled softly at a sleeping dove he saw in a tree. “Aw, taube, it’s you.” No response. “Taube?”

Medic turned around to see you were gone. “Belka? If this is joke, it is not funny. Come out now belka.” Yet again, no response. 

“Oh god, we’ve lost them.” Medic said, panicked. “Misha, what do we do? Oh god, how long have they been gone? They could be dead by now, what if they’re dead? I mean, are they even respawn compatible? We both are, and if the DNA processing worked how it should then they should be too. But I mean, no one else has ever done this so we don’t know if it works. Our taube could be eaten by wolves already I mean—”

Heavy placed his hands on Medic’s shoulders. “Ludwig. Calm. We will find them, it will be okay. 

Medic leaned into the touch, holding Heavy close. “I just don’t want to lose our baby…”

“We won't, I promise, our belka and will be safe and sound.” 

ੈ♡˳

After a solid ten minutes of crying, you sniffled and wiped your tears. And then you heard a noise. At first you thought it was one of your papas, but it was more of a whine.

You stood up and walked towards the sound. There, laying behind a bush was a small bear cub, curled up and whining. “Oh, hey there little guy, what’s wrong?” It keened back, eyes wide. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help.”

Hesitantly, the cub rolled over to reveal a thorn stuck in its paw, the area around it swollen and red. It looked similar to bullet wounds you had seen before, so you grabbed a pair of tweezers from the first-aid kit you kept with you. 

As you pulled the thorn out carefully you felt a hot breath on your neck. You turned to see another bear, much bigger than the one you just helped, and its eyes were on you. It growled.

ੈ♡˳

“Taube?” 

“Belka?”

It had been who knows how long since Medic and Heavy learned of your disappearance, and they had been calling out for you for most of that time. 

Medic’s eyes caught a familiar piece of fabric in one of the lower branches of a nearby tree. He stepped closer, reaching up to grab your teddy bear coated in dirt and stuffing open in multiple slashes. “Misha…gott…”

“It will be okay Ludwig, our belka is strong,” Heavy said. He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for Medic or himself at that point. He gently took the teddy from Medic, holding it in his hand. So small, it looked much bigger when you were holding it. You were still so young, it’d be to soon. Heavy gave it a hug and put it in his bag. They had to find you.

ੈ♡˳

You paled at the large bear towering over you. You knew you could try to fight back, but you didn’t want to. You settled for throwing a pebble at it. “Please leave, I don't want to hurt you.”

That didn’t seem to stop the bear, it stepped closer yet again. You gently tried to push it away. It didn’t work.

You whimpered and curled into a ball and closed your eyes as tight as you could, preparing for a bite or slash or any action that you very much didn’t want to feel. But…nothing happened. 

You felt the bear lick your hair and you felt yourself giggle slightly. It seemed because of the fuzzy coat he bear saw you as one of her own. It was comforting to be held close instead of feeling cold and alone just for a moment. You felt your eyelids droop and leaned into her. 

ੈ♡˳

It had been hours. It was completely dark now, and both Medic and Heavy were completely exhausted. Heavy sighed and leaned against a tree. “Ludwig, it’s late, we might have to consider heading back…”

“What? Are you crazy? We need to find them, we can’t just leave.” 

“You are tired, you need sleep,” Heavy said, tracing the doctor’s eyebags with his hand. 

“Misha, I have gotten far less sleep for far less important reasons, I will be fine,” he said brushing away Heavy’s hand. “If you need rest you may head back to the base.”

“No, I will stay.” And so the two continued, scanning the beam of their flashlight through the forest, the long shadows of the trees stretching out before them in their search. Until the light caught on two bright, almost glowing, orbs. 

They stepped closer, seeing a large bear cuddling her cub…and their child! The two both let out an audible sigh of relief, Heavy stepping forwards to take their sleeping kid. She growled, pulling you closer.

Heavy kneeled down to eye level of the bear. “Thank you for keeping my belka safe, but this is my child. Please.”

The bear looked for a second before giving a small nod, loosen its grip on you so Heavy can take you in his arms. Heavy gave a nod of respect before walking back to Medic. 

You stirred at the sudden movement. “H- hm?” Your eyes opened, a smile appeared . “Papa!”

“You’re awake!” Medic exclaimed happily, reaching to Heavy’s bag to give you your teddy back. “It might need a wash and some stitching, but it’ll be okay. …we’re so sorry for losing you, taube.”

“It’s okay, I made a friend! Could I see them again?” you said, clutching your teddy to yourself as you were carried back to the best.

Medic laughed. “Ha! No, you’re never going outside again, we were scared to death.”

“What?!”

“Now, belka, he doesn’t mean never, he’s just exaggerating. You can go outside once you’re 18.” 

“Come on!”

ੈ♡˳

Later that night, your teddy lay all stitched up on the night stand, moonlight spilling through the window as you laid between your two dads in bed. Having one warm body to cuddle you was great, but all wrapped in your loving papas arms you had to admit two was better.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[sonny-boiiii]

Here is a little secret santa gift for @ttheatre-trashh!

You didnt specify what you wanted so i just did some spacedolls! Hope you enjoy!

Ricky lays on his bed, his AAC on his stomach. Penny sits on the bed with him, she’s flipping through a new comic he had started working on. 

Some music was playing from a speaker propped on the bed frame. Ricky had just put his main playlist on shuffle, currently his own song, ‘Space Age Bachelor Man’ was playing. Misha had offered to produce and release everyone’s songs that they performed in the warehouse. Since Ricky can’t sing, he asked Noel to sing it for him. Penny kept reading as Noel’s soft voice carried through the room.

Once she finishes reading, she looks down to him. “This is really good Ricky!” He smiles in response. 

She goes on, talking about the little details that she noticed, what intrigued her the most, her favorite drawings, everything really. That’s what Ricky loved about Penny. She gave you the full picture of what she thinks about you. 

“Have you shown this to anyone yet?” Penny asks, Ricky shakes his head.

“You totally should. Misha would love this.”

She takes a second to look at him, she smiles, then she sets the comic down and lays down next to him. The song on the speaker changes. David Bowie’s ‘Starman’ now plays. Ricky quite liked that song. He was a big Bowie fan. But that song had to be his favorite. He hums along to the tune. Penny notices this, and begins to softly sing along. After all of the JK-47 stuff, Penny needed a new artist to listen to. She found this rock band that she loves called Arctic Monkeys. Ricky had listened to them a few times. He likes a few songs by them, he even has a few on his playlist, but their music isn’t his favorite.

A little while of singing and humming goes by before Penny talks again. “Whenever this song comes on, it makes me think of when we were dead. When you taught me how to dance after my birthday party.”

Ricky smiles fondly at the memory. He grabs his AAC and begins typing. “This was the song that I imagined us dancing to. I don’t know if you remember, but I was singing a bit of it while we were dancing.”

Penny nods. “Ahhh. That’s why.”

They continue listening a bit before Penny rolls on her side, facing Ricky. He turns to her too.

“I really believed that you saved that galaxy, you know?” Penny says. That gets a giggle from Ricky.

“No really! Jane was kinda stupid to be honest.” 

Ricky knew that Jane didn’t know better, but he let Penny have it.

Penny uses her finger to lightly boop Ricky’s nose. He laughs and leans over to kiss her on the cheek. They could sit here forever. Listening to Starman while laying on his bed.

[ave09]

let’s have our night

gotham knights!harvey dent x wife!reader

note: i just love misha collins and i love his character in gk soooo yeah. no warnings, lots of fluff

if you like this, let me know and i’ll start writing more for harvey

“jesus christ.”

“harvey, take a break.”

“i can’t.” 

you huffed in response, glancing up from  the novel you were reading. he was hunched over his desk once again, pouring over lots of paperwork. he’d been at it for hours now and you were trying your hardest to have him step away from all the chaos for a moment. 

marking your page, you set down the novel, slowly rising from the unmade bed. clad in one of your husband’s button ups and a pair of cotton shorts, you made your way toward harvey at his desk. 

placing your hands upon his shoulders, you slowly leaned forward, “beautiful?” 

“yes, sweetheart?” he replied as you placed a peck on his cheek, his gaze not wavering from his work.

“come to bed?” 

he let out a sigh, setting his pen upon the cluttered desktop. harvey then turned his rolling chair so he was now facing you, a gentle smile gracing the lips of his tired face, “honey, i have a lot of work to get done.” his voice was sorrowful, slightly laced with exhaustion. 

“do you realize what time it is? you’ve been working all day, and you are still working even when you’re at home!”

harvey pinched the bridge of his nose before running his hand over his face, “i’ve got a lot going on at the moment-“

“and i absolutely understand that. but you’re overworking yourself, harvey. it’s unhealthy…” you paused, trying to figure out how to say exactly what needed to be said, “i know you’re trying to figure out what’s best for gotham, that’s all you’ve ever done…” you crept closer, kneeling before him, grasping his hands as you intertwined your fingers together, “but between bruce, turner being convicted, honey, you’re losing yourself.”

this was true, and harvey knew it. lately, he’d be going through strange blackouts, where he’d be somewhere and have no clue what he was doing or how he got there. it was very concerning, especially considering his father’s disorder. harvey was afraid that he’d inherit it, and though he had been consulted about it and how the symptoms would’ve started earlier. 

but this didn’t stop him from being worried. and lately it’s been getting worse. did he know this? yes. he’d been blanking out more and more each day. 

but you had to bear it. 

it hurt you to see your husband in such a state. and you were trying to do all you could to help him. 

“harvey, i can’t lose you, okay? so please, let’s just forget about all this crazy shit for one night, and just have some time together… okay?” 

there is a silence for a moment before harvey nods, “okay.”

“okay?” you questioned, slowly rising from your crouched position, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“let’s have our night.” 

harvey stifled a yawn as he rose from

his seat, standing tall before you. reaching forward, your hands found his tie, loosening the knot slightly before slipping it over his head.

your husband shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it over the desk chair. he stifled a yawn as your nimble fingers fiddled with the buttons of his dress shirt. you unbuttoned them with ease, having done this many times before, and proceeded to pull the loose shirt off of his body, leaving him in only his dark dress pants, which he didn’t even bother removing as he moved toward the large bed, pulling back the comforter. 

you felt accomplished as you moved toward your side, climbing into the bed. harvey’s muscular arms snakes around your waist as he pulled you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. 

you sighed contently. it was moments like these that you loved the most. just you and your husband; mister and missus dent, two souls intertwined as one. 

“goodnight harv, i love you.”

“i love you more,” he whispered softly, snuggling closer to you. a soft smile graced your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, immediately relaxing in his grip, “and i love you most.”

“impossible.” 

[whoawardwinchester]

A Winchester Chronicle (c7)

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Summary: In Chapter 7, set around Halloween, the team films the intense scene where Sam, Dean, and Raven meet Castiel and Uriel at the motel. Tension runs high as the actors delve into their roles, creating an electrifying atmosphere on set. Between takes, light-hearted banter and camaraderie shine through, reflecting their strong off-screen relationships. Meanwhile, Y/N grapples with second-guessing her relationship with Jensen, feeling overwhelmed by the blend of personal and professional life. Jensen, Jared, and Misha discuss their concerns about Y/N, highlighting their deep care and support for her.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) possessive Smut, fluff, angst, jealousy, reference to scenes in season 4 episode 7 of spn. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

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Chapter 7: Inspired by ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester’

The cold morning Vancouver sun casts a golden glow on the set, transforming the Halloween decorations into a festive, spooky town. Orange and black streamers hang from every surface, jack-o’-lanterns with flickering LED candles line the sidewalks, and eerie sound effects play softly in the background. The smell of pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and coffee fills the air.

You step out of the car, feeling the crisp autumn air bite at your cheeks. Your driver closes the door and notices you taking in everything. “This place looks amazing,” you say, your eyes wide with excitement.

“It truly is, ma’am. This is the best time of year here.” He sighs, admiring the decorations too. As you both turn to view more lights, you see Jensen in the distance on the phone with someone. He looks heated, but you can’t hear or see what he might be saying. Your driver interrupts your distraction with his farewell.

“Well, I’ll see you tonight. Will Mr. Ackles be joining you as well?” he asks earnestly.

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I can text you about an hour before pickup with that detail, if that’s okay?” You had a feeling that Jensen was on the phone with Dee. He had been getting up early to take calls in the hall at weird hours lately, and you aren’t one to pry or invade privacy.

“No worries! I just like to be prepared, but spontaneous guests are fine too!” Your driver quips as he pops into the driver’s seat. “See you later, miss!”

“See you later!” You wave. As your car drives off, you look for Jensen again and he catches your eye, nodding and smiling in your direction. He holds up a finger letting you know he’ll be a moment, but turns away at the sound of conversation on the other end of the phone. A knot forms in your stomach. You decide to leave him to his dilemma and make your way to your trailer, enjoying the sights the whole walk over. Your assistant greets you with a hot chocolate and, to your surprise, a fully decked-out trailer for the holiday.

“Oh my… You did all of this?!” you exclaim, appreciating the warm beverage in your already frosted fingers.

“I remember you mentioning it’s your favorite holiday, so I went all out for you!” Your assistant beams.

“This is… You didn’t… Thank you, thank you so, so much!” You hug her, accidentally splashing some hot chocolate on your shirt.

“Oh, let me help!” she says, motioning toward your closet.

“No, please don’t fuss, you’ve already done so much for me.” You set your cup on the counter and wave her away. You both are so enamored with the sight of everything and cleaning up that neither of you hears Jensen pop into the trailer.

“Yeah, they really went all out this year. Wait until you see the inside of the diner—they’ve got cobwebs and everything.” He is grinning at you.

You and your assistant both jump at his voice. “JESUS… JENSEN. Knock much?” you gasp, clutching your chest. Your assistant laughs after her fright, and silently leaves to give you both some space.

“I don’t think I have to anymore, since we basically spend every waking hour next to each other.” He smirks, leaning towards you for a good morning kiss. You dodge it and head for your closet to find a new shirt. You are silent, unsure of how to even bring up that you feel like he is hiding something. You don’t want to start a fight today of all days.

“It’d be nice if we spent all night together too, but your phone has other plans.” You laugh, hoping he thinks it’s a joke.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you. His chin rests on your left shoulder as he sways you both gently. God, he smells so good. It is intoxicating to you. Like a forest after a deep rainstorm, a perfect mixture of pine and earth. It is so hard to be upset when he holds you with his strong arms, making you feel safer than ever each time. His husky voice fills your head.

“Are you upset?” You look up into the mirror before you both; concern creases his face as he studies your reflection.

“No, babe.” You lie. You are not going to give thought to Dee any longer, and today is not the day to talk about her.

As fast as you say it, you turn to look at him, smiling. “You just startled me and now I have to figure out how to get this stain off of my favorite sweater.” You blot at your shirt. You don’t give him time to say anything back before you hurry off to change your shirt and step out of the trailer to hand your assistant your dirty sweater.

“Do you know of a good cleaner? I know I’ll never get this out,” you ask sheepishly. “Laundry has never been my forte.” You giggle.

She smiles. “It’ll be back before you head out tonight.” And she scurries off.

Jensen follows you out of your trailer and reaches for your hand to lead you to set. He is unusually quiet today and keeps glancing at you with a solemn face. You just smile at him, allowing him to lead you to where you are shooting for the day. You both say good morning to anyone who greets you first, but otherwise, the tension is palpable. When you finally get to set, Jared’s booming voice breaks through the air.

“Hey, there they are!” He strides over with a wide grin, Jim and Misha following close behind.

You all greet each other, giving Jared, Misha, and Jim a hug before you head to hair and costume. “I’ll see you guys later.” You wink, turning and bumping into Jensen’s chest. You let out an “umph” as he gently grabs your upper arms, stopping you from toppling over. As you gather your bearings and look up at him with your gunpowder blue eyes, his voice becomes a whisper.

“Are you sure we’re okay?” He asks, sweeping a piece of your long auburn wavy hair out of your face and behind your ear. You want nothing more than to tell him that everything is going to be fine, that you love him, and kiss him so deeply that he’d feel it for the next week. Just as you are about to speak—

“Guess who got the Samhain Ghost part?!” You all look past Jensen and see Dee standing there, hands on her hips, eyebrow raised, and a smirk a mile long. Jensen doesn’t turn around. You look at him, shocked, and back up slowly.

“I’m going to be late,” you say softly, your gaze never leaving Jensen’s until you turn around.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you as you leave the room, but you don’t care. You are not going to relive the last encounter with Dee over and over again. You rush to Hair and Makeup as fast as you can without looking indifferent and study your lines more.

After you get into costume, the director gathers everyone around, his clipboard in hand, as he explains the episode’s premise. “Alright, folks, we’ve got a witch summoning Samhain played by Dee today, the demon of Halloween. It’s going to be a battle to stop the rise of the dead.”

Jared chuckles, shaking his head. “Just another day in the life of the Winchesters.”

“Yeah, but it makes for great TV,” Jensen quips, flashing a charming smile.

You look at both of them and then at Jim. Jim gives you a remorseful look as you roll your eyes at J2’s inability to see how it affects everything. Misha puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly squeezing as he whispers, “Either they're oblivious or they are trying to make the most of this whole thing.”

“Or they really are the world’s biggest idgets,” you say loud enough for them to hear, a deadpan expression on your face. You can tell Jared understands why you said it, and Jensen just laughs, oblivious to your frustration.

The crew begins to prepare the set, moving props into place and adjusting cameras. You watch as the town transforms into an eerie setting, complete with fog machines and dim, flickering street lights. There’s a buzz of excitement in the air; everyone is eager to dive into the day’s filming. The director calls Dee and Jensen over to have a word offset. You watch as they all look awkward and a bit upset.

Jared nudges you gently. “Ready for another day of saving the world?”

You smile up at him, hiding your discomfort. “Always. Let’s do this.”

As you all move to your positions, you notice a small group of kids in Halloween costumes, extras for the scene. One of them, dressed as a mini vampire, looks up at you with wide eyes. “Are you really a witch?”

You crouch down to his level, smiling. “Only on TV. But don’t worry, I’m a good witch.”

The boy grins, showing off his fake fangs. “Cool! Can I get your autograph for my sister? She loves your character! She made my mom make a Raven costume from scratch.”

You are flattered. “Oh wow! That sounds amazing! Absolutely, and if you find me before you leave tonight, I’ll get a picture for her, too.”

He grins and skips off to get ready for the takes.

The tension on set rises as you film the intense scene where Sam, Dean, and Raven meet Castiel and Uriel at the motel. The director's voice booms, "Action!" and you slip into your role as Raven, the insightful ally to the Winchesters. The green motel with its neon vacancy sign looms in the background as Raven and Dean park the Impala. Sam joins them as they step out.

“So?” Dean grunts at Sam.

“Tracy was nowhere I could find,” Sam says solemnly, glancing at Raven and then Dean. “Any luck with her friends?”

“Luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is,” Raven remarks, walking towards the motel.

“It’s like the bitch hopped a broom.” Dean added, joining Sam and Raven at the stairs.

“She could be making the third sacrifice anytime.” Sam muses, watching a boy in an astronaut costume approach.

“Yes, thank you, Sam,” Dean says sarcastically, glancing at the boy who interrupts with a cheerful, "Trick or Treat."

“Oh my God, how cute!” Raven says, putting her hands on her knees to look the boy in the face.

“Yeah, so cute. This is a motel.” Dean says to the kid. Raven stands straight again, glancing at Sam and they both give Dean a look of astonishment.

“So?” the kid asked rudely.

“So. We don’t have any candy.” Dean says blatantly.

“No, we have a ton in the, uh–” Sam says pointing to the car.

“We did, but it’s gone.” Dean interrupts.

“Gee, I wonder how that happened, Dean.” Raven said, plucking wrappers from Dean’s coat.

Sam gives Dean a ‘really??’ look. The kid is unimpressed. “Sorry kid, we can’t help you.” Dean says.

“I want candy.” He is determined.

“Well, I think you’ve had enough,” Dean retorts in a teasing tone. Sam looks on, slightly disgusted.

Raven elbows Dean playfully in the ribs, making him wince, and then walks with Sam towards the next scene. Dean and the kid exchange looks before the kid finally walks away, unimpressed.

The scene moves to the motel room, which is meticulously dressed to resemble a typical roadside motel—faded dark floral wallpaper, dim lighting casting shadows on the worn carpet, and the flickering neon sign visible through the window, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

You stand between Sam and Dean, your eyes scanning the room warily as Sam unlocks the door and walks in, close behind him. Sam immediately pulls a gun from his jacket and gets defensive. “WHO ARE YOU?!” As Sam yells his voice is sharp, his gaze never leaving the two angels. Raven pulls her gun as well, pointing it at a man sitting on one of the beds in a beige trench coat.

“Sam! Raven! Wait!” Dean shouts, stepping between Raven, Sam, and the man, urging them to lower their weapons. “It’s Castiel… The angel,” he explains, looking from Sam to Raven.

Sam’s face is a mix of shock and awe, while Raven remains skeptical, her gun still poised.

“Who’s that, then?” Raven asks, nodding towards the other figure by the window.

Misha, playing Castiel, steps forward with his usual stoic expression, while the actor portraying Uriel exudes a palpable aura of intimidation. The scene demands a fine balance of fear and defiance, and you can feel the weight of the moment as the cameras roll. The angel rises, facing Sam and Raven. His voice mono toned and collected, “Hello Sam. Hello Raven.”

“Oh, my God.” Sam begins, a bit star struck. Raven kicks his boot and looks at him in disbelief. “Er, uh, I didn’t mean to– sorry. It’s an honor. Really, I-I’ve heard a lot about you.” He extends his hand to Castiel as Dean looks at Sam confused. Raven closes the door, as the camera pans to Sam’s hand.

Castiel looks skeptical, but takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “And I, you. Sam Winchester– the boy with the demon blood.” Castiel puts his other hand on top of Sam’s and looks Sam square in the face. Sam looks offended and shocked at how he knows. “Glad to hear you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” The burly man at the window finally speaks. Sam, Dean, and Raven look at him.

“Yeah, ok, chuckles.” Dean snides.

“Who’s your friend?” Raven asks, taking off her coat and hanging it up.

“Ah, Raven Blackwood. The one destined to stand by Dean Winchester's side. Glad to see your fate is aligning nicely to carry on the Winchester legacy." He eyes her up and down. Dean and Sam look at Raven as if she knows what he’s talking about. “Wha– Excuse me?” Raven asks, stepping away from Castiel. “I’m their friend. I’m here to help.”

“No. You happened to stumble upon them in a time of need, yes. But that was not your destiny.” The man behind Castiel said fiercely.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that my main purpose is to give Dean a family? Is that what I’m understanding?” Raven looks like she’s going to throw up. This line has Y/N thinking about if Jensen wants a family and if she’s ready to give that to him at any point. A knot forms in her stomach, making her miss her mark, but Jared catches her improving.

“That’s not the point tonight. This raising of Samhain— Have you stopped it?” Castiel intercedes.

“Why?” Dean asks. Castiel turns to him. “Dean, have you located the witch?” “Yes, we’ve located the witch.” “And is the witch dead?”

“No, but–” Sam interrupts, looking toward Dean. “We know who it is.” Raven steps in to defend the brothers.

“Apparently the witch knows who you are, too.” Castiel says walking toward a nightstand, picking up a leather pouch. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead.” He held up the satchel.

Raven and the brothers looked at each other disappointed that they missed that detrimental detail.

“Do you know where the witch is now?” Casitel asked.

Dean looks back at Sam and Raven questioningly. “We’re working on it.” Raven pips up, stepping in front of Dean.

“That’s unfortunate.” Castiel glares at the back of the burly man’s head, who still hasn’t turned to look at the group. He feels like a chaperone at a school dance, waiting to write anyone up for any kind of slip up.

“What do you care?” Dean demands.

“The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.” Castiel lets on.

“So this is about your buddy lucifer.” Dean accuses.

“Lucifer is no friend of ours.” The burly voice stepped in. Sam, Dean, and Raven turned toward the authoritative voice. Sam is scared, Dean is mad, and Raven is ready to step between the two men and her family if needed, grabbing at Dean’s jacket like a seatbelt hoping he won’t provoke the situation.

“It’s just an expression.” Raven tries to diffuse the tension.

“Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs.” Castiel let on.

“Okay. Great…well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is? We’ll gank her and everybody goes home.” Dean said, expecting his help.

The back-and-forth between the characters builds in intensity as Castiel introduces Uriel and they make a game plan for the Samhain witch. You exchange glances with Jensen, the unspoken understanding between you adding depth to the scene. Every line, every movement, is charged with energy.

Between takes, the mood lightens between you, Jared, and Misha. Jensen attempts to tease you about the way you delivered your lines, and you retort with playful jabs about his intense expressions trying to keep the normality of your relationship, but off screen Dee is watching every move you and Jensen make.. Jared joins in, his laughter infectious, breaking the tension of the heavy scene and your thoughts about Dee.

As the scene wraps up, you feel exhausted from filming the same few lines due to missing marks a few times. The director calls for a break, and you step outside with Jensen, needing a moment to decompress.

Jensen turns to you, his eyes searching. “You okay? You seemed a bit off during that last take.”

You nod, but your mind is elsewhere, doubts about your relationship with Jensen creeping in. The intensity of the scenes, coupled with your personal fears, makes you second-guess everything. You wonder if mixing work and personal life was a mistake, if maybe things are moving too fast. Jensen doesn’t push the issue because he’s seen you look this way when your mother was harping on you in the hospital. He doesn’t want to cause you more stress. “Would you like a hug, babe?” He asks you earnestly. You nod again after thinking for a second about it.

Jensen doesn’t hesitate. He pulls you close and cups your head in one hand, his other arm wrapping firmly around your body. He’s so warm and thoughts of letting him go flood your brain. Tears start to well up in your eyes, and you sniffle. Jensen looks you in the eyes, concern etched even deeper than before. His green eyes search for any hint of what might be on your mind. “Y/N, please tell me what’s going on…so I can help.” He pleads with you.

“It’s just allergies, Jen. I’m fine really.” You say backing away from him. “I’m going to– uh– grab some claritin from the med trailer. I’ll be right back.” You pop off set to get a moment to yourself.

Later, while you’re grabbing a coffee on your way back from the med trailer, you overhear Jensen, Jared, and Misha talking. They’re worried about you, discussing your recent behavior. Jensen's voice is filled with concern. “I think she’s having second thoughts. I don’t know what to do.”

“Did you do something the last few days to upset her?” Jared asked, puzzled.

“I mean, she did joke about not being together at night earlier, but… Oh, shit.” Jensen said, finally understanding the situation.

“What?” Jared asked, standing.

“Dee has been blowing up my phone for the last week or so now. I always wait until Y/N is asleep so I don’t make her worry. She must have heard me when she got up at some point.” Jensen was pacing now.

“What does Dee want now?” Misha asked.

“She’s been on and on about how we left things and I said I’d get her the part as the witch if she would stop talking about it and leave us be.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t tell Y/N this…” Jared said, taking Jensen’s shoulder.

“No. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. Then Dee showed up a few days early for this episode and I haven’t had a moment to tell Y/N since. I can’t imagine how she must think this is going right now…and it makes so much sense about how she’s been all day.” Jensen said, sitting in a chair, running both hands up through his hair and resting his elbows on his legs.

Misha adds, “She’s strong, Jensen. Just be patient.”

You let the guys have their moment as you all get ready to film the rest of the scene. You finally hit your marks and everyone carried on with their lines. The director yelled for another break as he took a phone call.

Jared finds you sitting on a bench, staring off into the distance as you ponder how to bring up to Jensen that you know about the conversations with Dee. He sits down beside you, offering a soda. “Hey, you okay?”

You force a smile. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

Jared takes a sip of his drink, studying you. “Is it about Dee?”

You look at him with remorse. “How did you know?” even though you knew how.

He shrugs. “I’ve seen how you look when she’s mentioned. Plus, Jensen’s been worried about you.”

You sigh, leaning back. “It’s just… everything feels so complicated. I never wanted to be in this position.”

Jared nods understandingly. “Relationships are never easy, especially with all the history and emotions involved. But you need to talk to Jensen. He cares about you, a lot.”

You took in his words. You care about Jensen, more than anything, maybe even more than your job now.

“I just can’t let their history and emotions, whatever may still be there, affect me again. I can’t do it. I love… I love him, Jared. More than anything. But I don’t know how to let him love me when I know he deserves someone who… looks like… her.” Your voice broke.

Jared let you have your moment, placing a hand on your back and rubbing gently.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in the middle of all of this. I–”

“Don’t do that, you’re fine. What are friends for?” Jared interrupted smiling at you. “I don’t know what Dee’s plans are or why she wants to be on this show, but I do know that he loves you. He wouldn’t have flown to Washington for you or stayed to make sure you were ok if he didn’t. He hangs on to the people he loves, and he will do whatever he can to make sure they are happy. He may even still want Dee to be happy, but like you said, it’s complicated. I guess you just have to push through it with him and see if it becomes less complicated the more you both open up to each other.” Jared was being real and genuine with you, nodding understandably.

“It is complicated.” Jensen was behind you both, making you jump. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but if I could just explain…” He stepped toward you and Jared, softness in his eyes.

“I’m going to find Misha and rehearse some lines.” Jared gave you a smile and headed off.

After he left, you turned to Jensen. You started to talk but heard someone approaching, distracting you. Jensen took your hand and led you to the director. “Are we done for the day?” Jensen asked, your hand still locked by his. The director looked tired and weary.

“Yeah. Come back early tomorrow to finish though. A camera man broke some equipment, we’ll get it fixed by morning.” He hitched up his pants and stalked off.

Jensen wasted no time taking you back to your trailer. He waved off your assistant as he pulled open the trailer door and helped you inside. He shut the door and sat you on the counter.

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have kept the phone calls from you. I wasn’t even trying to, it was just always so late and I’d go back to bed meaning to tell you the next day and you’d be gone bright and early. I know you’re upset, and if it isn’t about Dee, then please tell me what it is.” Jensen looked at you waiting for your reply.

It took you a moment, “Jen, I did feel like you might still have feelings for her.” You hang your head in defeat at your confession. “I’ve been avoiding your affection all day because it’s easier for me to let you go if I don’t engage like that.”

“Do you want to let me go?” Jensen looked sad but sincere.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to keep worrying about her.” You said honestly. “She is perfect, Jensen. She has history with you. You guys shared a life together…”

"Y/N, I want you to know that I'll never go back to Dee. No matter how much of a life we shared or history we had, it will never make up for how much chemistry we never have. You are incredibly beautiful—your curves, your kindness, your wit, and your sensitivity all make you who you are. When I look at you, I see perfection. I see a future, a family, and a life we can build together." He held your chin up to look at you.

“But you broke the restraining order to have her here… How can I belie–” You trailed off. Was this really worth it? You shook your head ready to leave for the night.

“I broke the order for the episode. After that, she will leave the area and go back to Moscow. I got it in writing. I had every intention of telling you about it before she came to set, but you were always gone early, and she arrived early for her scenes.” He started pacing again. “The director even got her to sign a copy for the network.”

You looked up at him now, feeling awful that you didn’t just talk to him about it when he came back into the room the other night from his call. You hopped off the counter, grabbing his hand mid pace, “I’m so sorry…I’m just worried about losing you. I’ve never had someone care for me the way you do, ever. In fact, the way you, Jared, and Misha all do. I love you all deeply.” You stepped closer to him, your forehead at his chin, speaking to his chest as you wrap his arms around your waist. He backed you both up to rest his back on the counter, bringing his face level with yours. You looked from one eye to his lips to the other eye, and sighed. “Jensen Ross, I love you with every fiber of my being. You make me feel safe and loved…” you paused, looking at your hands.

“When I’m not trying to protect you without you knowing.” He sighed in realization as he bent his head to meet your gaze. You nodded.

“I’m afraid of losing you, too. You are the highlight of my days, hearing you laugh, watching you kick ass in your scenes, seeing how you interact with the crew and people in general. You are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met. You go out of your way to make sure people feel loved on their birthdays, friends or acquaintances alike. You take over for assistants if they are sick, when and where you can. When your laugh falls on my ears, I swear I’ve entered heaven. And then I see your eyes light up at my stupid jokes or hear your wittiness in response to our dumb pranks and I’m amazed by you all over again. From the moment you stepped into that audition room, I’ve been head over heels for you. Dee may be pretty, but you, darling, you are so much more than that, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone. Not these beautiful eyes…” He stares deeply into your eyes, his emerald green growing dark. “Not your vibrant ginger hair…” He grabs a small handful and smells it, sighing. “Not your spunky personality…” He tickles your ribs. “None of it for anything.” He had your face in his hands now, your hands resting on his neck in response with the quickening beat of his heart thudding against them. You were crying.

He wiped a tear from your cheek and asked you with a low and soft voice. “Can I kiss you now?”

You didn’t hesitate, you kissed him fiercely, breaking the kiss just for a second, lips barely still touching, both of your breaths heavy. “I’m not normally the jealous type, but this time, what’s mine is mine.”

Jensen's eyes darkened with a possessive intensity. He pulled you even closer, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re damn right,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. Even if I have to spend the rest of our lives putting every broken piece of you back together.”

He claimed your lips again, this time with a fiery passion that left you breathless. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your face is flushed with passion as you moan at his kisses.

His kisses trail down your jawline to your neck, each one searing your skin and making you shiver. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and ragged.

You moan again, softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Show me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Jensen lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall. His mouth found yours again, and the kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a fervent dance. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours. His hands slid under your shirt, the sensation of his large hands on your bare skin sending a jolt of desire through you.

He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes rake over your exposed body with a hungry gaze. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

You reached for his shirt, pulling it off impatiently, needing to feel his skin against yours. The moment it was gone, his lips were on you again, kissing, biting, marking you as his.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice a gravelly whisper in your ear.

“I’m yours, Jensen,” you breathed, arching against him, your body aching for more.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through you. “Let’s see if your body feels the same way,” he growled. With a determined look, Jensen slid his hands down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you across the room. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

He reached the bed and gently laid you down, his body following yours. The mattress dipped under your combined weight as he hovered over you, his strong arms bracketing your head.

Jensen’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and consuming. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of you with a possessive hunger. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in heavy pants as he looked down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You reached up, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him back down for another heated kiss. “Show me,” you challenged, your voice breathless with anticipation.

Jensen’s grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “With pleasure,” he growled.

His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath your waistband, pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, laid bare before him, his eyes darkening with raw desire.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his hands caressing your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

The intensity of his gaze never wavered as he leaned down, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. The anticipation built within you, a fiery ache that made you writhe beneath him.

When his mouth finally met your most sensitive spot, a gasp tore from your lips. His tongue worked with expert precision, teasing and pleasing, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke. Your hands gripped the sheets, your back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you.

Jensen looked up, his eyes locking with yours as he brought you to the brink, his possessive hold on you unwavering. “You’re mine,” he said again, his voice a husky whisper against your heated skin.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, a moan of his name escaping your lips as you fell apart under his touch. He didn’t relent, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, breathless mess.

Jensen moved back up your body, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that tasted of your own desire. He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing, making you beg. “Jensen, please”, you scratched at his back, digging into him to get him closer to you. His gaze never leaves yours as he pushes inside, filling you completely, gasps escape your bodies.

Every thrust, every touch, spoke of his need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.

The intensity of your rocking built once more, and you clung to him, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Jensen’s name was a mantra on your lips, his own deep, guttural moans mingling with yours, creating a symphony of desire. “Y/N! Oh, God!”

The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in each other. He filled your body as he released, and you succumb to the climax and warmth of his fluids, pulsing around him.

You both lay tangled in bed sheets, you are holding his head on your chest, running fingers through his tousled brown hair. He kisses your stomach, hugging you closely. “I love you, babe.” You say as he lays face to face with you. “I love you, princess. Never forget that.”

[winchesterwild78]

Behind the Scenes pt 4

Master List 

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, Fluff, language, SMUT, unprotected sexual contact 

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, with a slight time jump

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes 

This is my original work, do not take it. 

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The next few days on set were a little strange. Everyone seemed to tiptoe around you and anytime you walked into a room conversations stopped. You felt like you were back in middle school again with a bunch of popular kids and you with a target on your back. You tried to brush it off but by the end of the second day you’d had enough. 

After your scene wrapped for the day you went to grab some food from craft services. You overheard some crew standing to the side talking. “I can’t believe Jensen is dating her. Her of all people.” One of them said. Then another one said “I know. I bet he just feels sorry for her getting attacked the other night. Did you see how she was dancing? Clearly she was trying to get noticed.” Tears pricked your eyes and your heart broke. 

Misha walked up to you “hey, Y/N, how are you doing today?” That’s when he saw your face. “Oh gosh. Y/N, are you okay? What happened” he panicked. The crew members that were talking saw you two and realized you probably heard them. They looked terrified. “Yeah Misha. I’m okay. Please let Jensen know I went to my trailer to lay down.” You said, giving him a soft smile. “Sure thing.” 

You could have told him. Heck you could have walked to the producers office right then. Why would you though. They said what you had been thinking. You were attacked because of how you acted, how you danced for Jensen. You walked to your trailer and fell on the bed in tears. You felt absolutely defeated, sad, and a little angry. Finally pulling yourself together you got in the shower. The hot water was welcomed and helped you relax some. 

Once you got out you pulled out one of Jensen’s shirts he left there and your jogging pants. The shirt smelled like him and it offered you some comfort. You turned on the tv for some background noise and you scrolled social media. 

Most of the messages and posts under your joint statement were positive and encouraging. There were, however, some that were just absolutely disgusting. Men talking about how they would have handled you at the bar, some of them going as far as to tell you in explicit detail what they would do. Your inbox was overflowing with messages. Most from men who offered to show you a thing or two. The other messages were encouraging and supportive. Some wished you and Jensen luck with your relationship. 

You put your phone down and laid your head down on the pillow beside you. Before you knew it exhaustion took over and you fell asleep. You were woken up a few hours later by Jensen. When he came in the trailer he saw you sleeping peacefully on the couch. He smiled at the sight of you laying there and you in his shirt. Jensen loved it when you wore his shirt. 

Jensen leaned down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face. He kissed your forehead “wake up sweetheart” he spoke softly. Your eyes opened and you smiled when you saw him. “Hey baby. What time is it” you questioned sleepily. “It’s after 2am. Shooting took longer than expected.” He replied. You sat up and stretched. “Oh wow. I was asleep for a while then. Did you eat?” You asked. “Yeah. Jared and I grabbed something between takes. Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He said as he helped you up.

He locked the door as you walked towards the bedroom. Jensen followed you in and took off his pants and shirt. You pulled the blankets down and you both crawled in. “Hey babe. Misha told me after your scenes wrapped for the day he saw you and it looked like you were upset. Are you okay?” He asked. “I guess I am. I just overheard some crew talking about the incident and our relationship. It wasn’t kind and it just hit me wrong.” You told him. He sat up and looked upset. “Who was it and what did they say?” he questioned. “Jensen, it’s fine. I’m okay. I know people are going to have opinions about what happened the other night and of our relationship. I can handle it.” You told him. 

He sighed but let it go. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your head. You looked up into his green eyes and kissed his lips. He deepened the kiss and you moaned. “Jensen I need you.” You whispered. He smirked. “Do you now? Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” 

You moved closer to him and started kissing his neck. Kissing him you made your way to his ear. Whispering in his ear “baby I need your lips” *kissing his ear* “I need your hands running over my body” *licking his ear* “I need your tongue licking and sucking my hard nipples” *nibbling his ear* “Baby, I need your hard cock buried deep inside me filling me with every inch.” *blowing your hot breath over his ear* 

Jensen growled and grabbed you, pulling you down and pinning your arms above your head. You squealed in delight and giggled. Jensen began kissing your lips and moved to your neck. Making his way down to your collarbone. You moaned, your toes curled. “This is what you need, baby?” he asked. “Mmhmm” you moaned. “Use your words baby girl” he said. “Yes. I need that. I need more baby please” you begged. 

Jensen played with the hem of your shirt and pulled it up. You leaned up so he could take it off. Throwing your shirt to the side he took his off too. 

The heat coming from his body was like a furnace. You were addicted to it. He unhooked your bra leaving your breasts exposed to the chill in the room. His mouth attacked your right breast and nipple while his hand cupped your left. When he sucked your nipple he sucked hard and it took you places you’d never been before. 

Your head fell back and a loud moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile on your breast. His lips trailed down your body to your pants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and with one pull he took them and your panties down. You giggled and squirmed under his touch. Jensen stood and removed his boxers and his hard length sprang free. Jensen climbed back on the bed and kissed up your thighs. He parted your legs and took a finger parting your folds. His eyes widened when he felt how wet you were. “You’re soaking wet baby. You are ready for me, aren’t you?” He asked as he inserted a finger inside you. You moaned “Yes, baby. I’m ready for you. All of you.” 

As he pumped his fingers inside your soaked cunt, you felt your release growing. “Don’t cum yet, baby.” You groaned. He pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of fullness. Jensen lined himself up and pumped himself a few times. As he pushed inside you he leaned forward and kissed your lips softly. You both moaned as he first pushed in. You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in his skin. He pushed all the way in and groaned. 

Jensen stayed still for a moment. You bucked your hips causing a moan to escape from him. You smirked and he growled. “Careful sweetheart. You’re playing a dangerous game.” You smirked again and leaned up kissing him. Jensen moved his hips and set a steady pace. You moved into him. Jensen was big. His length and girth were the biggest you’d ever had. Each time he took you, it sent you to a place you’d never been. When you would cum, you would see stars every time. He was an amazing lover and you couldn’t get enough. 

Jensen grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders leaning further down to you and hitting deeper inside you. You reached your hand between the two of you and started rubbing your engorged clit. You moved fast chasing your release. Jensen’s length was hitting that sweet spot causing you to tumble to your release. “Jensen, I’m going to….” You came hard. Your walls clenched around his hard cock. Jensen picked up the pace chasing his release too. “Baby, I’m going to cum.” Jensen breathed out. “Cum baby, fill me up with your seed.” You begged. Jensen’s thrusts grew faster and as he came he pushed himself deep inside you. He spilled his seed, coating your walls. 

As he pulled out both of you collapsed, and he pulled you close. “I love you, Y/N” he whispered as he kissed your head. You smiled. This was the first time he had said it. Your heart beat fast and you softly said “I love you too, Jensen.” He pulled you in for a kiss and got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. Once you both were cleaned, he climbed back in bed and held you in his arms. Both of you drifted off to sleep. Content and completely in love. 

Time Jump 2 months

You woke up early to head to set. You character, Lilah was a regular now and the fans loved her. The running joke on set was everyone hoped she wouldn’t die because all of Sam’s girlfriends seemed to die. You went to the bathroom and got ready for the day. Walking in the kitchen you decided to make a quick coffee and breakfast before heading to set. You grabbed your to-go cup and put it under your keurig machine and pressed start. You grabbed an egg from the fridge and started to fry it up. Then a wave of nausea hit you. You ran to the bathroom and got sick. You rinsed your mouth and went back to the kitchen to finish getting your breakfast ready. When you started cooking the egg again and the smell of coffee mixed with it you were running to the bathroom getting sick again. 

“What is wrong with me?” you asked yourself. “It’s probably a stomach bug. Maybe I should call out today.” You said to yourself. Your phone went off with a text from Jensen. They were on their way to pick you up. You settled on toast and water for breakfast. You grabbed an apple for later. As you got your shoes on you heard Jensen coming in the door. “Good morning, beautiful. How are you today?” He asked. You smiled at him but he could tell something was wrong. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as he knelt beside you. “I’m just not feeling good. I’ve thrown up a few times this morning. It’s probably just a bug.” You told him. 

Jensen smiled softly. “Okay, if you’re sure. We could always call and let them know. It’ll be fine,"he said. You shook your head no. “Come on, let’s go before Clif wonders where we are.” The two of you walked to the SUV and Clif got out to greet you. “Hey girl, how are you?” “I’m good, just not feeling the greatest today.” You offered a soft smile. As you were heading to the set you kept playing over in your head who you might have been around that had been sick. By the time you got to the studio you were running towards the bathroom again. The toast you were able to eat came right back up. You felt awful. 

Jensen brought you some water and helped you to your trailer. “Babe, I'm going to talk to the director and see if we can just shoot other scenes today. You can’t work today. You’re too sick.” You sighed because you knew he was right. “Okay, Jensen. I’m just going to lay down and wait for you.” You kicked off your shoes and laid down. Jensen kissed your forehead and left to talk to the director. 

Jared was coming out of his trailer when he saw Jensen. “Hey man, is she okay? I saw her run towards the bathroom.” “No, she’s sick. She’s been vomiting all morning. I’m heading to see if we can change the scenes we are shooting today. Hopefully she’s okay by tomorrow.” Jensen said. Jared looked at his friend and shook his head. “Dude, could she be pregnant?” Jared asked. Jensen stood there looking at his friend and laughed. “No, we used protection every time.” Jensen said. “Every single time?” Jared questioned. Then it hit Jensen like a train. That one night about two months ago after your attack the two of you had sex in your trailer. “Oh shit! About two months ago we didn’t.” Jensen exclaimed. Jared chuckled, “she could be pregnant.”

Jensen paced back and forth waiting for the PA to return from the store. He talked to a PA he has known for years and asked her to go get one from the store for you. When she knocked on his trailer he ran to the door. She walked in and said “I got a few different ones. Just so you can be sure. Some detect early, some are digital. I figured you wanted to double check. Good luck! I’m so excited for you two, and don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” Jensen hugged her and thanked her. 

Jensen walked to your trailer with the bag and went inside. He found you sleeping on the bed with one of his shirts on the pillow next to you. His heart warmed and he smiled. What if you really were pregnant with his child. He let himself get swept up in the idea of having a family with you. You started to wake up and you saw Jensen standing there smiling. “Hey baby. How's the filming going today?” You asked. “Um, it’s good. How are you feeling?” He questioned. “I’m okay. Not much of an appetite and still a little nauseous.” You told him. “So, Jared had a thought about what might be wrong. It’s crazy actually, but it got me thinking. He said you might be pregnant.” Jensen kinda chuckled. “What? That is crazy we’ve always used….Oh shit! That one time a few months ago. Oh my God Jensen, could I be pregnant? Oh I need to get a test, what is this going to do to filming if I am. Oh no!” You started to spiral. 

Jensen grabbed your arms and held you “Hey, it’s okay baby. Let’s take a test and go from there. Many women have been pregnant on the show before and it didn’t affect their character. I had Carmen get some tests so we can check.” He told you. He handed you the bag and you went to the bathroom with a small cup. You used the bathroom, collecting some urine in the cup for the tests. You opened the two tests and dipped them in the urine. Replacing the caps you set it on the counter and flushed the rest of the urine. You washed your hands and walked out of the room. 

“We have to wait about 5 minutes," you told him and he set a timer. The two of you sat on the couch and waited. At first neither of you said anything. Then he broke the silence. “Honey, how do you feel about this? If you’re pregnant, what do you want to do, or think you want to do?” You looked at his green eyes and all you could think about was you hoped the baby would have his eyes. You smiled softly “I’d love to have your baby, Jensen. Sure it’s sooner than I thought, but I have no doubt in my mind that I want to have your children.” Jensen pulled you into a hug “oh sweetheart that would make me the happiest man in the world.” 

Jensen’s timer went off and you both stood. You took a deep breath and you both walked in the bathroom. Looking at the tests you took in a shaky breath and looked at Jensen. You bit your lip as tears welled in your eyes. Jensen’s eyes filled with tears too. He pulled you to his chest and hugged you. You let out an audible sob. 

You pulled back from his chest and picked up one of the tests and read the small screen: “pregnant”. You and Jensen looked at each other and smiled. He cupped your face and kissed you. “We’re going to have a baby.” He smiled. “Yes we are.” You said as your hand held your stomach. You both looked at each other. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re having my baby.” Jensen said smiling. “I love you too, Jensen. I can’t wait to have our baby. You’re going to be an incredible dad.” “Now we have to tell Jared he was right.” Jensen chuckled. You laughed. 

Jensen: Hey Jared, you busy brother?

Jared: No, what’s up. How’s Y/N feeling?

Jensen: She’s okay, still sick. Can you come to her trailer? I need to talk to you.

Jared: Yep, be right there. 

Jared knocked on the door and Jensen opened it ushering him in. “What’s up man?” Jared asked. “So, how do you feel about being an Uncle? Jensen asked. Jared stood there confused for a minute then it hit him. “Y/N’s pregnant?!?!” He shouted. You and Jensen laughed, shaking your heads yes. “I knew it! Wow, congratulations you two! Wow, I’m going to be an uncle.” He said. Jared pulled Jensen into a hug and nearly crushed him. He hugged you but was gentle. “I am so happy for both of you. Truly I am. Jens man I know you’re going to crush it as a dad, but I’m here if you need pointers.” Jared told him.

After he left you looked at Jensen and told him you should schedule a doctor’s appointment to get confirmation before you talk to the producers. “Okay, but no stunts until we talk to them.” He said. “Jens, I don’t know if I can do that. My next scene is a fight scene.” You told him as you bit your lip. “Well then we need to talk to them before we go to the doctor. We can get a stunt double in for your scenes. I’m not risking you or the baby.” Jensen said. You smiled and agreed.

“Okay, let’s go talk to them and then grab something to eat. I’m starving.” You said as Jensen chuckled. The two of you walked out of your trailer hand in hand towards the producers office to let them know about the baby. You prayed all the way there it went good. 

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[pharaohbean]

dreaming of feelings, feeling the dreams

original upload: january 8th, 2025 on ao3

summary: "Following the events occurring at Paperfold University, after the Express has departed Penacony, the famous singer Robin, the Dazzling Ninja Rappa, and the cyborg cowboy Boothill encounter three unique people, all having traveled to Penacony to find something - or rather, the person who made such a thing. The facts that come out from the three of them, however, are just as interesting as the place they're looking for."

tags: Akiyama Mizuki & Shinonome Akito & Tenma Tsukasa, Boothill & Robin (Honkai: Star Rail), Boothill & Rappa (Honkai: Star Rail), Boothill & Rappa & Robin (Honkai: Star Rail) | Crossover, Penacony (Honkai: Star Rail), Post-Penacony Trailblaze Missions (Honkai: Star Rail), a lot of shenanigans happen here, but in a nutshell, wd1 trio meets robin+rappa+boothill, and madness happens from there, written for a secret santa, How Do I Tag, no beta we die like nagi + gallhager + misha, gotta get both sets of fandoms in that tag <3

warnings: boothill's typical censored swearing. yeah thats it.

author's note: i wrote this for a secret santa! i was given a few things, one of them being wd1 trio from pjsk and the penacony cast from hsr! i ended up writing. uhm. 5k in about 3 days. before vacation. yyeah! (also yes my secret santa liked it)

Paperfold University was slowly picking itself back up and returning to normal life—well, about as normal as it would get, putting a bunch of college students on a campus together.

Robin adjusted her mask and double-checked her hood, smiling underneath her mask all the while. Despite the events that had occurred when the Astral Express was on campus, everything seemed to have been resolved and even bursting with life—the music festival Caelus and Rappa helped with was surely a significant factor into the all-time high on campus. So here the interstellar vocalist was, giving the university another check-up before moving on to wherever she was needed next.

...After the Charmony Festival and Ena's Dream, Sunday had disappeared. Robin heard rumors that he boarded the Astral Express, but there was no way to get in contact with the Express now—wherever they had gone was somewhere where her messages wouldn't go through. But she couldn't do anything except hope and pray that he would be okay and that maybe out there he could find what he was looking for.

A distant melody brushed past Robin, the notes hauntingly soft. Robin stopped and lifted her head slightly to listen to the song, but it was so distant she only heard bits and pieces. So the singer began wandering around, trying to find the song as it grew stronger. She looked into every nook and cranny, trying to find the lone singer of the swelling harmony. It took some looking high and low (and quite a lot of making sure her disguise hadn't fallen in the crowds of students) before she found the singer.

Standing in front of the SoulGlad lake was a pale-pink girl, a blue ribbon tying most of her hair up into a high ponytail on the back of her head. She wore a moon-silver and dark-gray sleeveless top, with puffy light gray sleeves from her upper arm down to her wrists, decorated with silver and blue detailing. A half-skirt extended behind her, with some gray ribbon hanging on top of it, which was attached to a blue rose. She had a couple of hanging dark gray and silver belts, and dark gray lace-up boots extended up just past her knees. She had her hands folded as she sang softly, letting her voice alone convey the emotions in her song. Robin approached her but kept her distance, waiting for her to finish her song.

I can feel the loneliness in this song even though it's in a language I can't understand... but at the same time it's not a song of someone being alone, but more of someone being welcomed back after a terrible time. Robin closed her eyes to let the last of the song wash over her, smiling softly. The feeling of standing by someone and moving forward despite it all. 

The girl lowered her hands and stared up into the sky, her voice echoing no longer. Robin moved forward. "That was a very beautiful song just now."

"Ah!" The girl whipped around, then laughed awkwardly. "Ah, you heard that...? I'm not that good of a singer, I usually make music videos."

"I think your voice is lovely. You could become a singer if you wanted," Robin reassured. The girl waved her off.

"My friend could sing that song better; it's actually meant to be sung by her." The girl perked right up, a grin on her face. "Ah, where are my manners! The name's Akiyama Mizuki, but you can just call me Mizuki! It's nice to meet you..."

Robin looked around then moved in a little closer to Mizuki. "My name is Robin."

Mizuki blinked, then a light went off in their eyes. "Ohh, like—?"

Robin nodded, then put  a finger to her lips. Mizuki nodded back, giving her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me!"

Robin smiled. "So are you a traveler or a resident here in Penacony?"

"Oh, I'm a traveler." Mizuki waved Robin along, walking back into the University.

"How long are you in Penacony for?"

Mizuki hummed in thought. "I'm not sure. You see, I'm looking for something—or rather, someone."

The hunt for Evil Ninja Osaru has led the Dazzling Ninja AKA Rappa, back to Pinecany.

If she had time, she would go and visit the Sound Ninjas, maybe even Baseball Bat Ninja would be there, but there was no time to do so: the Dazzling Ninja was right on the tail of the Evil Ninja Osaru, and she could not lose him again!

The Dazzling Ninja Seals Rappa was putting up around this unfamiliar place (a sign listed it as "Clock Studios Theme Park"—a training ground for trainee ninjas, surely) would ensure that her archnemesis could not come back here if he was here, or ensure he could not escape if he was inside here. It had taken many years, but finally the Evil Ninja would be apprehended and the arrows of the Great Lan would descend upon him!

—Then a loud shout echoed across the place. Rappa halted her creation of a Seal and checked her surroundings—was it one of Evil Ninja Osaru's minions, like that banana headmaster? Or someone even more notorious and powerful? Rappa pulled out her weapon and readied her Dazzling: Myriad Colors Burst—whoever it was, they would face the ninjutsu of the Dazzling Ninja AKA Rappa!

The shout echoed again. Rappa took off as fast as she could, slingshotting past all the innocent bystanders. Whoever this evil-doer was, they would not be allowed to stand any longer. Rappa scanned the crowds, looking for her adversary. And there! A boy with golden-red hair, dressed in the white, silvers, and golds of the warrior ninjas from Amber Eras ago—the blue cape hanging off his back signified he was a warrior of high standing.

"How dare you imitate the great warrior ninjas from long ago! Dazzling Ninja, here to vanquish!" Rappa announced, launching a sneak attack on the loud foe (a technique taught to her by Ninja Hiryuu). "Dazzling: Myriad Colors Burst!"

"HAAAAAAAH?!" The boy turned around, being met by Rappa's weapon, about to attack. The boy unsheathed his sword, which quickly glowed with Imaginary power. A large flag sprung out from it and caught Rappa's ninjutsu right on it! Not a single drop of color landed on the enemy; Rappa bounced back and charged up her secret weapon—Ninjutsu Secret Technique: Dazzling Obliteration!

"Wait wait wait wait! I'm not your enemy!" The loud boy shouted, his eyes wide and he readied his flag-sword again. "Can't we talk this out?!"

Rappa paused, surveying the boy for a moment. The terrified eyes, the hesitant body language—despite his firm grip on his sword and his primed attack stance, that was surely only instinct from an attacking foe. It was then that the Dazzling Ninja AKA Rappa realized she had made a mistake.

"I apologize." She straightened herself, letting her collected Imaginary energy fall away. "I am the Dazzling Ninja AKA Rappa, and I am pursuing the Evil Ninja Osaru. I seemed to have mistaken you for a henchman of theirs." She bowed to the knight-ninja. "Forgive me, Old Knight Ninja."

The boy said nothing for a few moments; Rappa straightened herself to see his sigh as he returned his sword to its resting place. "It's okay. I suppose introductions are in order: I am!" He struck a unique ninjutsu pose Rappa had never seen before—had he studied under a different school than her, one that she wasn't aware of?—pointing high into the sky. "TENMA! TSUKASA! MEMBER OF SEKAI AND FUTURE WORLD STAR!"

Rappa nodded. "It's an honor to meet you, World Star Ninja Tsukasa. Now, what brings you here to Pinecany? Are you pursuing the Evil Ninja Osaru as well? Or someone else?"

World Star Ninja Tsukasa shook his head. "I am not pursuing a foe, but rather I am pursuing someone unknown! I do not know who they are, but I must find them! I have a special art that allows me to know who they are once I find them, so my friends and I are wandering around this dream world in search of this person!"

Rappa nodded knowingly. An unusual quest, but one that World Star Ninja Tsukasa seemed perfectly well-versed in. "If I could help you in your journey and quest in Pinecany, but I fear that I have finally cornered the Evil Ninja Osaru here in these training grounds! I cannot let up, or I will lose him."

World Star Ninja Tsukasa nodded knowingly, then gave Rappa a pitying look. "Although that may be the case, I sense no evil presence around here. I'm afraid that if you had him, he is now long gone."

"Impossible!" Rappa declared. "I put up a multitude of Dazzling Ninja Seals around the training grounds. If he were here, he could not have escaped!"

"May I see these Seals of yours?" World Star Ninja Tsukasa asked. Rappa nodded and grabbed his hand; she activated her Ninja: Runawayfast technique, the boy behind her screaming briefly before regaining his composure. "A Technique?"

"Yes, one that I made myself by harnessing the Imaginary energy gifted to me by my mentor Master Kucha. It is a very effective Technique for traveling around the cosmos and little places like these alike very quickly!"

"I see! Very impressive, Dazzling Ninja Rappa!" World Star Ninja Tsukasa exclaimed. Rappa felt her power grow slightly at the praise.

"Here we are," Rappa declared, dismissing her Ninja: Runawayfast technique. "These aren't my best work as I had to put them up quickly, but they surely have enough power to keep the Evil Ninja Osaru, especially in multitude!"

World Star Ninja Tsukasa studied her Seals very closely, humming to himself all the while. "Although your seals are very powerful, I don't think they're powerful enough for the person you are chasing down, from what I've gleaned. There's not enough emotion in your Seals, meaning that they lose their power quite quickly after creation."

"Emotion?" Rappa thought about what that could mean—although Master Kucha had taught her about emotions such as love (which was the basis for Secret Ninjutsu Technique: Aishiteru), what could World Star Ninja Tsukasa mean that her Seals didn't have enough emotion?

"It's difficult to put it in the usual terms, but let's see if I can describe it like this..." World Star Ninja Tsukasa thought hard, judging by his determined expression. "Any power needs some emotion behind it to work! If you don't put feelings into your attacks, they grow a lot weaker. Additionally, your emotions help you grow to new levels and heights, causing you to grow stronger! Your Seals are the same way—they need more emotion to retain their entrapment effect longer. Your work is perfectly fine, but without the emotion and feelings behind them, they become less of Seals and more of... pretty art. The same way that without feelings behind your attacks, they become less of attacks and more of a distraction."

So emotions are a key component to any ninja's Seals, attacks, and everything they do... Rappa supposed that it made sense—it was her endless sense of justice that led her to pursue Evil Ninja Osaru across the cosmos, and her sense of confidence that allowed her to stand for as long as she was now. "I understand, World Star Ninja Tsukasa. Thank you for your insights into this."

"Anytime!" World Star Ninja Tsukasa struck another pose. "Just another day for the WORLD FUTURE STAR! That being said," he returned to his normal stance and smiled at her, "with your archnemesis missing again, could you spare me a little bit to help find the person I'm looking for?"

Rappa thought for a moment. "It is only fair, after the help you have given me in understanding my own craft. I will help you on your quest, World Star Ninja Tsukasa!"

"Much appreciated, Dazzling Ninja Rappa! Now, let us set off!"

Man, why was he back here again? He'd tried to shrug this place off twice now, and both times had been dragged back for whatever reason. But now there was no reason for the Galaxy Ranger Boothill to be back in Penacony—Dreamflux Reef, no less. The last time he was here was during the whole Banana Debacle, when Rappa was here at the same time.

"I wonder what she's up to these days," Boothill muttered aloud. "I should give her a call when I get the chance. That girl feels like she could lose her head at any moment..."

The mechanical cowboy stopped and stared at the large garden in the distance, something the Astral Express had dug up or whatever. Someone was heading up the steps, and Boothill didn't like the vibe coming off of him. A white and blue cape with silver detailing flowed from behind him, and he wore a white tunic and pants, and black and silver boots. A scabbard hung off his side, and a black gloved hand was running itself through his orange hair.

"Something about them just ain't forking right," Boothill muttered. Without a second to delay he rushed after the person, who was near the top of the stairs already; when Boothill got to the bottom and they got to the top, the Galaxy Ranger shouted: "Oi! Get back here!"

The boy turned around to face Boothill with an annoyed expression, his olive-colored eyes staring him down. "What do you want?"

Boothill grumbled, skipping up the steps. The other rolled his eyes and continued walking; Boothill growled and, upon reaching the top of the steps, pulled out his gun and launched a warning shot at the boy's feet.

"What the hell—?!" the boy yelled, whipping around. He came face-to-face with Boothill's primed stance and loaded gun; he put a hand on his sword but Boothill tsk-tsked.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, little boy. Who are you?"

"Why do you want to know? I don't even know you!" The boy shot back, clenching his teeth and holding himself high. "You're clearly nuts, man!"

"I don't like the vibes you give off." Boothill's instincts haven't failed him this far, and he would be an idiot to stop trusting them now. "And if you don't forking confess now, you're gonna have a bigger problem, kid. So spill!"

The boy said nothing, simply staring Boothill down as his hand gripped the handle of his sword tight. His eyes were full of an unrelenting fire, a flame that was only able to burn because of all the trials and tribulations he must've had to go through—the fire in his eyes was the fire of a warrior who couldn't give up. The two of them stood in silence, a primed gun and a fast-draw sword between them. Finally, the boy sighed and loosened his grip.

"My name is Shinonome Akito. I am a wanderer. Now, who are you?"

"...Boothill. A Galaxy Ranger." Boothill grinned toothily when Akito growled. "Got something against us Rangers, eh? You're clearly someone I should just cut down now, then."

"...You Rangers are notorious for not being very forgiving. Thus, I try to stay out of your paths as much as I can." The handle's grip was tightened.

"Just you, or your friends as well?"

Silence. Then, a sigh. "Fine," Akito relented, holding up his hands. "Yes, my... coworkers and I. I am Shinonome Akito... and I am a member of SEKAI. Specifically, their third subunit Vivid BAD SQUAD. Happy?" The boy spoke through gritted teeth.

"SEKAI, huh...?" Boothill tucked away his gun, looking Akito up and down. The Galaxy Ranger knew very little about them—in fact, almost no one does. Even big-shot organizations, like the IPC and the Garden of Recollection and even the Astral Express's Data Banks didn't have much info on them past their existence and purpose. "You're the guy who believes that everyone has an inner world that's... ah fork it, what's the word?"

"A manifestation of someone's true feelings." Akito rolled his eyes. "The members of SEKAI are in charge of overseeing, recording, and preserving the Sekais of the cosmos, yes."

"So you're here 'cuz of one of those inner world thingies?"

"A new Sekai was suddenly detected here in Penacony not long ago, so I and two others were dispatched to find the owner of it. We've had no luck so far."

"And what are you gonna do to the owner?" Boothill glared at Akito. Akito glared back.

"Make a note of the owner and move on. We don't meddle with the Sekais themselves."

I don't trust this guy. He doesn't talk enough. Boothill huffed. "Whatever you say, kid. But I'm joining your investigation, alright? Non-negotiable—this place's gone through some forking bad times recently, and it doesn't need you and your friends messin' it up again."

Akito grumbled under his breath then turned around and began walking to his original destination again. Boothill cursed and followed after the member of SEKAI.

Mizuki rushed through the few people gathered up this high and barely stopped themself at the railing. They stood in awe of the dawn sky off in the distance as stars soared through the sky towards the end of the dream.

"It's so beautiful...!" Mizuki breathed. Robin walked up beside them with a smile.

"Isn't it? I come here often to see the sights like this... and..." Robin turned to the light milling behind them. "It's nice to see everyone picking themselves up again."

"Did something happen?" Mizuki wondered. They'd felt that something tremendous had happened here recently—the birth of a new Sekai was only ever more proving of such an event—but they didn't know the specifics; whatever happened to Penacony was released to the public after they, Tsukasa, and Akito had been deployed here.

"Penacony went through... a challenging time. It upheaved everything about this beautiful dream, but it brought people together in a way that only a disaster like that could." Robin closed her eyes as she thought back. Mizuki hummed, turning back to the end of the sky. Something else caught their eye, however; a floating structure off in the distance. Even from where they stood, they could feel feelings rolling off the entire building—perhaps that was where the Sekai was formed?

"What's that?" Mizuki pointed to the feelings-full building in the distance.

"That's Penacony Grand Theater. The Astral Express and... their opponent had their final battle there."

Mizuki looked at Robin, who seemed hesitant; they gave her a smile to try and cheer her up. "Hey, Robin? Can you get me in there?"

Robin smiled softly back at Mizuki. "I can't make any promises, but I'll try my best."

At the rate he was slaying monsters, Tsukasa was going to accidentally beat the monster-slaying challenge Saki and Toya were doing before either of them finished.

"This place is overrun with evil!" He exclaimed, twirling his flag-sword into another robot creature. "Rappa! Give it your all!" He slammed his flag into the ground, using his skill on the Dazzling Ninja. She grunted and unleashed a swarm of attacks, felling the rest of the opponents directly in their path.

"The unknown evil has been vanquished at long last," Rappa declared, pulling her hat over her eyes for a moment. Tsukasa sheathed his sword.

"At least for now. Let's keep moving forward, fellow ninja—my art is detecting something just up ahead."

It was a little weird to talk in the way he was with Rappa, but it was a good acting experience he told himself. Was Rappa acting? Tsukasa got the feeling that the answer to that was "no." But she was a useful ally nonetheless, so if talking a little weirdly meant he could keep her around then so be it! It was harder and harder to find allies outside of SEKAI nowadays.

The two of them found themselves in the reception of the Dreamscape's Reverie. Tsukasa approached the receptionist's desk, feeling the traces of true feelings grow stronger with every step—there was surely a Sekai somewhere in here, or at least a Sekai's birth place.

"My art is reacting quite strongly. Something is here!" Tsukasa threw his hand out towards the empty dream lobby. "But I cannot tell if it is the thing I am looking for..."

"I thought your art told you so?" Rappa wondered aloud. Tsukasa shrugged.

"There are many things similar to what I am looking for—many are broken pieces and aren't strong enough to become something bigger. I cannot tell the difference at first glance." Especially with no one to be found, and thus no Sekai owners. Finding this thing was going to be harder than he initially thought—maybe Akito and Mizuki were having better luck. Hopefully they were, otherwise this quest was going to be a lot more difficult.

"That's probably because Penacony is littered with Fragment Sekais," a voice echoed from the other side of the Reverie. Rappa readied herself but Tsukasa held a hand up. Out of the shadows stepped Akito, one of Tsukasa's allies, and a mechanical man who looked a lot like a cowboy. Tsukasa could feel Physical energy echo quietly off of him, and a quick glance at his scattered feelings gave Tsukasa the impression of someone who walked The Hunt.

"It's impossible to find the actual Sekai here with how many Fragment Sekais are floating around, honestly." Akito sighed.

"It's good to see you too, Akito!" Tsukasa turned to his ninja ally. "Rappa! Meet my good friend, the Fiery Ninja AKA Shinonome Akito!"

"Haah?" Akito drawled, giving Tsukasa his usual annoyed look.

"Meeting a friend of World Star Ninja Tsukasa is a moment to be proud of, the Dazzling Ninja can recognize! Pleased to meet you, Fiery Ninja Akito, I am the Dazzling Ninja AKA Rappa. Oh, and Lord Silvergun Shura, you're here too. Do you and Fiery Ninja Akito know each other?"

Akito and "Lord Silvergun Shura" shared a look that told Tsukasa, very reluctantly. "We're temporary traveling companions," the latter replied.

"He doesn't trust us," Akito looked at Tsukasa. The future world star sighed and shrugged.

"Can't be helped, we're not exactly sociable people. I'm not surprised that a Galaxy Ranger is wary of us."

"How do you know that?" The mechanical cowboy demanded, pulling out a gun out of nowhere and aiming at Tsukasa. Tsukasa eeped, flinching back with an awkward grin.

"You walk The Hunt, and pretty well too! It's not surprising to assume you were associated with them somehow, and you didn't exactly give off the vibe as someone from the Xianzhou Alliance, y'know...?"

The man huffed and put his gun away. "Boothill, Galaxy Ranger. You one of those SEKAI guys?"

Tsukasa nodded, then struck his signature pose. "I AM! TENMA TSUKASA! LEADER OF THE FOURTH DIVISION WONDERLANDS X SHOWTIME!"

"He's loud," Akito added. Boothill scoffed.

"World Star Ninja Tsukasa," Rappa interjected. "If this place is not the place you're looking for, then where could it possibly be?"

Tsukasa thought. "It's hard to tell... Now that I know a lot of smaller versions exist all over Penacony, it could be nigh impossible to find it." A thought struck Tsukasa as he said that aloud. "Well, there might be one! The place where the final battle of Penacony took place—something just happened here recently, correct? The Sekai would've formed—"

"Where all those feelings came to a head," Akito finished. "If the person was involved in Penacony's mess."

"Everyone was," Boothill chimed in with a bite to his voice. "The entire dream was affected. If you want a final battle, then there's only one place where that could be: Penacony Grand Theater."

The interior of Penacony Grand Theater was hauntingly empty, with only the remaining echoes of a chorus long abandoned and meant to be forgotten hanging in the grand hall of the theater. Akito could feel the vestiges of the Order throughout the hall—an Aeon meant to be long dead, yet attempted to be revived—it was impossible to miss it.

"So this is where it all ended?" Akito wondered.

"Yup, this is where that guy and his little Order revival got totally destroyed. Turns out Penacony was gonna be converted to the Order from the Harmony, but y'know, tons of problems with that idea."

"There's no doubt," Tsukasa interrupted, walking to the center of the stage. "This is where the Sekai was born."

"So probably whoever was involved in that final fight are the owners of Sekai?" Akito asked.

"Oi, what're you two gonna do now that you located this 'Sekai' of yours?" Boothill demanded.

"We need to find the owner or owners of the Sekai first, but afterwards we're just gonna leave it alone," Akito snarked back, giving Boothill a dirty look that the Galaxy Ranger returned.

"Actually, you've already found the owners of this Sekai!" A voice rang throughout the theater. "Well, mostly."

"Isn't that...?" Akito muttered.

"Mizuki?" Tsukasa called out. From on top of the stairs leading into the theater, Mizuki and another girl appeared.

"Yahoo~ Long time no see you two!" Mizuki greeted, grinning brightly.

"There's more of you?" Boothill groaned.

"What do you mean we've mostly found the owners of the Sekai?" Tsukasa asked, ignoring Akito and Boothill's impending verbal fight.

"Well, the entirety of Penacony fueled their feelings into the fight against Sunday and the Order, so probably everyone who was in Penacony at the time has a claim on the Sekai. But most likely Sunday is the official original creator of the Sekai, from what I could gather," Mizuki explained.

"It was my brother's ideals that led to Penacony almost being overtaken by the Order... if it weren't for their efforts, perhaps Penacony as we know it wouldn't exist anymore," the girl next to Mizuki bowed her head. "Oh, I should introduce myself. I'm Robin, sister to Sunday, the man who was defeated here."

The group went around in introductions, Mizuki—member of SEKAI, specifically its fifth division 25ji, Nightcord de.—being dubbed "Fashion Video Ninja Mizuki" by Rappa. Once everyone was done, Tsukasa asked, "Does anyone know where Sunday is now?"

"If I had to take a guess... he boarded the Astral Express and left with them." Robin replied. All three members of SEKAI grimaced at the mention of the Express.

"Did the Express do something to you SEKAI people?" Boothill commented. Akito sighed, folding his arms.

"It's... complicated."

"In a nutshell," Mizuki rushed forward with the conversation with a sheepish shrug, "SEKAI isn't allowed to interact with the Astral Express in any form or way."

"Not even over text?" Robin questioned.

"No form of communication. ...It's due to the Astral Express's standing when it comes to the formation of Sekais."

"Well, if he's really on the Express, there's no way for us to confirm if Sunday is the creator and owner of this Sekai," Tsukasa sighed.

"So what can be done about this thing you've been looking for if it's not here?" Rappa asked. "If you need someone else to pursue this man aboard the Express, the Dazzling Ninja AKA Rappa is ready to travel the cosmos to help World Star Ninja Tsukasa and his friends."

"No, no proxies," Akito refuted. "But the only thing we can do now is wait—now that we know this is his Sekai, we can keep an eye on it from afar. But there'll be no action with it until Sunday himself discovers it, and, well..."

"The Express has retained an all-time low Sekai discoverability rate since SEKAI was formed, to say the least," Mizuki finished. "So we'll just move on to wherever we need to go next, watching over all the Sekais we can."

"May I ask the three of you something?" Robin put a hand to her chest. "Why do you watch over these Sekais, these world manifestations of other people's feelings? Of people you don't even know?"

The three of them looked at each other, then smiled. "Because we were chosen to do so," Tsukasa replied, "because our own Sekais saved us long ago." Akito and Mizuki nodded to Tsukasa's words.

"I see. Thank you." Robin smiled back at them.

"...Well, if there's nothing else we can do, we should get going," Akito commented. "I would say 'see you later,' but I honestly don't want to see you later."

"The feeling's mutual," Boothill replied. Mizuki laughed while Tsukasa sighed.

"I hope we cross paths in the future, Rappa, and that your journey to defeat the Evil Ninja Osaru may be completed swiftly!"

"I hope your journey to find the person you're looking for is completed swiftly as well, World Star Ninja Tsukasa!" Rappa replied.

"I'll text you later, yeah?" Mizuki nudged Robin. The singer giggled and nodded.

With pleasantries (and pleasantries-adjacent), the three members of SEKAI thanked the three of them for their help and departed from the Penacony Grand Theater and Penacony as a whole.

The three of them stood there for a few moments before Rappa turned to Boothill.

"Lord Silvergun Shura," she addressed her fellow Galaxy Ranger. "Do you know what organization they're from?"

Boothill sighed. "SEKAI is a Remembrance-aligned faction that believes that some people form inner worlds known as Sekais when their true feelings are either powerful enough, or they lose their true feelings. They're so anonymous that even hotshots like the IPC and the Garden and even the Express don't know much about them outside of their existence. Didn't even know that they had divisions."

"They don't seem like bad people, they're just very careful about what they share," Robin commented.

"Bah, I still don't like 'em. Too forking cryptic for my tastes, plus I don't know what exactly they're getting up to with those Sekais."

"Well, I can always text Mizuki and ask if you'd like."

"Don't talk trash about the ninja trio from another school," Rappa berated. "From my travels with World Star Ninja Tsukasa, he and his fellow ninjas are fellow justice-hunters like you and I, Lord Silvergun Shura."

"Like the Galaxy Rangers?! Bah! More like the Stellaron Hunters, I'd say!"

The two of them launched into a bickering match, Rappa's quickfire ninja rap against Boothill's rough-edged cowboy slurs. Robin smiled as she watched them; distantly she wondered if she would ever cross paths with the members of SEKAI again, and what exactly that had in store for them and the rest of Penacony.

And I wonder... What exactly does the Astral Express mean to the organization known as SEKAI?

Astral Express Data Bank Log #14-633:

I was provided invaluable information on the Remembrance-aligned organization known as SEKAI, a group so anonymous there's less info on them than the Stellaron Hunters. According to Boothill's texts, he, Rappa, and Robin had a run-in with three of its members when they were unexpectedly in Penacony. They got to know the three of them well, and thus the following data was provided to me. Hopefully as time passes, we will come to meet more members of SEKAI.

Shinonome Akito: A member of the elusive Remembrance-aligned group known as "SEKAI," specifically a member of its third division, Vivid BAD SQUAD. A two-faced singer who specializes in street-style music and has a good taste in fashion.Combat Info: Wields a longsword with a functional microphone in its pommel that broadcasts Akito's voice; attacks with The Hunt-aligned attacks and deals Fire damage.

Tenma Tsukasa: A member of the elusive Remembrance-aligned group known as "SEKAI," specifically the leader of its fourth division, Wonderlands x Showtime. A loud and brash performer who strikes to be the greatest performer alive.Combat Info: Wields a broadsword that can summon a spectral-like flag with the sword acting as its handle; attacks with Harmony-aligned attacks and deals Imaginary damage.

Akiyama Mizuki: A member of the elusive Remembrance-aligned group known as "SEKAI," specifically a member of its fifth division, 25ji, Nightcord de. A sly and playful MV creator who seems to be hiding something from everyone.Combat Info: Wields a straightsword and is also capable of summoning components from their MVs for use in battle; attacks with Nihility-aligned attacks and deals Quantum damage.

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SUMMARY : director jensen ackles gets a little too sexy.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : jared padalecki, misha collins, laura (oc), mariana (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, spanking, banter, jokes

WORD COUNT : 4.3k

A/N : title from the song by j-hope of bts. I love danneel, but she can’t exist for these stories, lmao. also, I wrote this while I was sick and I was exhausted at 1.00 am :D XX

Jensen and her had a very professional relationship on set despite being married. She didn’t really joke around or do anything inappropriate unless it was okay for them to be doing that, if it was part of a scene and they accidentally messed up, or unless Jared and Jensen themselves were acting alongside her with Misha. But when Jensen was directing, it was a whole other case of professionalism. A case that she secretly loved and found very hot, something she was pretty sure she could hide from everyone but him.

He was a very private man with everything that had to do with his personal life, but she was a little more open about certain things, definitely not about her business in bed with Jensen, since he got flustered and embarrassed about it being said to others. Unless he was in that mood, unless he was comfortable around the people surrounding him.

For example, Jensen had no trouble talking about his sex life with her if he was talking to Misha and sometimes Jared, but he wasn’t too graphic. He could be a bit lewd, forgetting himself around the boys, and she’d play along because it was fun to either get the upper hand on him or to remain under his.

Still, she couldn’t be fooled by his prudish behaviour in the public because behind closed doors, Jensen was extremely naughty, almost more than her.

The makeup artist, Laura, was putting gel on Y/N’s brows, lip tint on her soft lips, touching up a few other parts of her face to make her look good for the cameras while the hair stylist, Mariana, began gently fixing and spraying her hair in place. Y/N stared at the photos of Jensen, Misha, and Jared, a little smile on her face admiring her friends and herself being silly in them.

“Ready?” Someone asked from the door after knocking, Laura and Mariana responded with a rushed yes and quickly finished up what they were doing before letting Y/N go to the set where she’d previously had a scene with Jared and now, she’d have one with Jensen. A spicy one.

She saw Jensen was already there wearing a black suit and a mossy-green tie, a serious expression pinched his brows together, and he made motions with his hands for the cameraman to know where the cameras had to be angled and what his vision was for the scene. It was hot, watching him be in the zone, directing and leading, giving advice, and correcting certain things. He was brilliant, a genius at these things, and he was so captivating and kind, enthusiastic and thorough, it was not surprising how amazing things turned out thanks to him.

“Y/N,” Jensen said, a serious tone in his voice, so she quickly made her way to him and waited for his instructions. He finished up with the cameraman and a few of the other crew members. Y/N just watched and listened to him, mostly. It was distracting to see the suit tighten around certain areas of his body, like his broad shoulders, his ass, his waist… “…back to you, gorgeous,” he turned to face her, and she smiled, inhaling sharply.

He raised a brow at her for that, immediately figuring out that she wasn’t paying attention to him, but had her mind somewhere else. He chuckled softly, his own train of thought derailed by the way she tried to play innocent. Despite her soft and serious smile, he carefully cupped her jaw and kissed her cheek before pulling away to demonstrate and explain a few things he wanted to change about the script and the things they’d do.

He walked her through the sex scene thoroughly, explaining to her what he’d be doing to her, even guiding her through it physically, putting himself over her and showing her the simple but intimate scene. Part of her was amused, but another part of her was aroused at the way Jensen touched her, or the way he made her touch him.

He remained serious, treating her the way he treated the other crew members and she didn’t even feel the slightest bit guilty about how hot she thought he looked every time he bossed her around.

“Got that?” He asked, once he finished, brushing her hair over her shoulder gently. She eyed his movements, then focused back on him, smiling softly with a nod of her head. “Okay, ready to start shooting?” She nodded again, murmuring a yes to him while trying to stop herself from laughing.

For the most part, the scene was PG-13, but her thoughts weren’t. When Jensen entered the motel room, loosening his tie as he spoke the lines in Dean’s sexy baritone, she was glad the camera wasn’t on her to catch the sharp inhale of breath or the way her lips parted in delight.

She never got tired of looking at him. Every time, he looked more beautiful than ever before and even in her own fantasies when they were separated, the memory of him in her mind didn’t do him justice. This. Him, slipping off his jacket and flinging it onto the bed as he debriefed her on the details on the monster case they were working on, it made heat rush up her face and heat blossomed in her tummy.

She said her lines smoothly, settled on the table like she was supposed to, grateful for that because her knees had become weak when he started to roll his sleeves up, and even more when he walked away, arched beautifully to find a beer in the refrigerator. The slacks tightened around his pert ass and his thighs, she squeezed her legs shut, nearly screwing up when the camera moved to her.

And she said her lines, looking Jensen straight in the eyes when he started walking towards her, easily popping the lid off the bottle and throwing it into the sink before he settled down in the seat in front of her. His legs were spread and when she looked down at his crotch, she didn’t care if the audience thought it was scripted or not because who wouldn’t stare at him down there.

Even the way she licked her lips and the way she said her next line wasn’t part of the script. Now, getting so close to the next part of the scene that she always enjoyed because she got to tease him, and he always got more than what he asked for. When he leaned forward seductively, playing his part as Dean when he delivered his next line, flirting with her still made her blush. Even though it was something Jensen wouldn’t really say, it made her smile genuinely because she had a soft spot for Dean as a character.

Thanks to Dean and her character, she and Jensen got together in real life. All that pretending to be in love, and then spending those months apart during the writer’s strike made things clear to both of them. It wasn’t the acting, it wasn’t the script, it was real. And they gave in and started to date, and it worked, so well that now they’re married. Now, he was hers.

“So? We got time to kill before Sam’s back, sweetheart,” he smirked at her, playing with the sleeve of her dress. She grabbed his hand, moved it away from her dress, his warm fingers wrapping around hers when she kissed the inside of his wrist. It was a tiny act of affection that drove him crazy, and he knew, in that moment, what she was up to. But he played it cooled, when she continued to hold his hand and stood up the way he told her to minutes before.

“Why don’t we skip the flirting then, Winchester?” She murmured, watching him sit back in his chair, his hands sliding up his thighs, puffing out his chest so seductively, the buttons of his white shirt became tight across his chest.

“Sorry, thought you liked it,” he smirked, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward. She stumbled into his lap gracefully, laughing softly. She cupped his face tenderly, admired the way his eyes shined like a puppy-dog before she kissed him. She kissed him as herself and she kissed him as her character, full of love and passion.

“Only when we’re not being rushed,” she mumbled against his mouth, moaning unintentionally, surprised when he stood up, holding her tight against him to sit her on the table.

“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. She was glad her face wasn’t really showing in the scene and doubted that the mic picked up his words. Her face became hot when she moved her hands down to his belt to undo it and he fumbled around under her dress, just pretending to get her underwear out of the way. Although, secretly, they both wished the cameras were shut off and that they could do the real thing because sometimes when Jensen flirted as Dean, he meant every word, and the flirting worked the way it was supposed to on her.

She panted dramatically, buried her fingers into his hair and tousled it when she tugged gently. His little grunt was real, but no one needed to know that, no one needed to know how wet she was right now, and when he lifted his face up from her neck, the deep blush that painted him couldn’t be hidden by the camera and she couldn’t care less. Not when he pressed his lips to hers roughly, pushing and pulling against her body, her other hand clinging to his back, twisting his shirt tightly.

It was so good. It was torture. His hand on her thigh, fingers digging into her squishy flesh, pain that was so arousing to her, his arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her upright on the table. It shook under them, the wooden table gently bumping against the weak wall, and when he pulled away from the sensual kiss, his nose bumped against hers. His warm breath fanned over her wet lips, making her mind hazy, but not hazy enough so when she whispered a name as she was supposed to, it was Dean’s.

And that was it. The next scene would cut with Dean being cocky, helping her fix her dress and lowering her off the table minutes before Sam arrived with news from the coroner. But he pulled away, looked at her intensely as the crew started to talk and Jared came up with Misha. Y/N smiled at them, relaxing on the table despite how aroused Jensen had made her.

“Wow, felt just like porn,” Misha snickered, Jared laughed loudly, smacking Misha’s chest with the back of his wrist. She rolled her eyes at them, turned to Laura so she could fix anything the scene messed up and Mariana fixed Jensen up a little, getting them ready for the next scene.

“Least he gets some action,” Jared cackled and Jensen laughed softly. “In and out of set,” he ‘whispered’ to Misha, who chuckled and shook his head, smiling peacefully at Jensen who was rolling his eyes and Y/N shook her head.

“Well, it’s always better than watching you with a woman,” Misha joked and Jared pretended to sulk, throwing a little bit of popcorn towards Misha, which he caught and ate triumphantly with a grin. “Seriously, it was good, guys.” Misha patted Jensen’s back and he thanked him quietly, watched them scurry off when they were ready to shoot the next scene.

“Was that too much?” Jensen asked quietly, pecking her lips innocently.

“I wanted more,” she murmured quickly, smiling innocently over at the crew members who were giving them a thumbs up to start shooting. He blinked down at her and smiled shyly, he bit his lip and nodded over at the crew to show his own ‘ready to go’ sign. He looked down at his feet and she inhaled deeply, both of them getting into character again.

He started to put his belt back on and she shimmied her dress down her legs, looking down at herself when she slid off the table. He stayed close to her, his breath against her cheek, his warm body nearly touching hers so she could feel her skin buzz with desire. He smirked down at her in a way that made her beam when she looked up at him, enamoured by that dazzling look in his eyes. He towered over her like the moon, his beautiful face just a little pink, his eyes fluttering close when he leaned down to kiss her a final time. His fingers tangled in her hair, her hands curled into his shirt, clutching his thin waist and forgetting just for a few seconds that they were being filmed until Jared came into the motel room as Sam.

“Guys, I-” Sam stopped at the door with a grimace on his face, shutting the door loudly which broke them apart. She looked down at her legs and licked her lips to taste Jensen’s lips again, but Jensen smirked when he turned dramatically to face Sam. Emphasising that he was in a good mood after ‘fucking’, making it really obvious to Sam that they’d definitely done it, but not saying it out loud.

“Whatcha find, Sammy?” He asked, swiping his thumb across his lip. His fingers collected a phantom layer of her saliva, and he popped it into his mouth, in way too enthusiastically when he took his beer and drank it. Sam continued to cringe and cleared his throat before he stepped towards them, ignoring Dean’s weirdness.

“Uh, anyway,” Sam started awkwardly, trying to brush off Dean’s clear arrogance, “it might not be a dragon after all, just a weird, kinky vamp.” Sam put the Manila folder on the table and Dean sat down, looking up at her with a smirk because she still looked a bit dazed.

This time she cleared her throat, glaring at him when she snatched the file from his hands, “a vamp?” She asked, opening it up and looking at the graphic photos of four dead girls, all pretty young. Her face softened, imagining that while maybe monsters weren’t real, there were different kinds of monsters in real life that did things like this.

The rest of the day, it went on that way.

The sexual tension that seemed acted out, but they all knew was real. It was an unspoken thing amongst everyone because Jensen was far too professional to do anything that gets in the way of his job. He takes it seriously, for the most part. His role as Dean means the world to him and she knows that because of the moments back home when he’d naturally slip into Dean. Either in his voice, mannerisms, or words, he was always falling into the endless beauty of Dean Winchester, loving him similar to—but more purely and more intensely—how the thousands of other people around the world did. Including herself.

Jensen flirted, he was sad, and a million other things as Dean while they wrapped up just part of another scene. The wardrobe was impeccable and she found it adorable and amusing when he stole shirts from the set, bringing them home and reminding her of the great times they had together at work. All of them joking, teasing, taking things sometimes a little too far, but nothing too extreme.

She made her way back to her trailer, eyed her next outfit and the robe on the rack in her little space. She smirked after a few minutes of consideration, removed her clothes and took the ones she’d need next with her, sneaking out to find Jensen who was nearby in his own trailer.

She knocked on his door, looked around anxiously for anyone who could be around while she waited for him to open, which he thankfully did rather quickly. He looked tired, but smiled with a little surprise when he came face to face with her, his eyes trailing down her body.

“Hi, Jay,” she greeted shyly.

“Hey, honey.” He moved out of the way when she made her way in, and continued to stare at her body when he shut the door behind him. She made her way to his sofa, laid her clothes neatly over it and he came up behind her, lifted the robe and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her underwear.

She laughed, looking at him over her shoulder when his hands fell to her hips naturally under the robe. He had his ring back on, she could feel the cold metal against her hip bone, his nearly-soft hands rubbing up and down gently.

“Come to seduce me again?” He asked, kissing the back of her head.

“Me?” She asked, checking him out and noting that he now wore a tight, black t-shirt, jeans that electrified the skin of her legs, and those loud and heavy boots that made him taller. “You’re the one who likes pretending you’re Dean in and out of work,” she teased, replacing his hands with hers to pull her underwear down her legs.

“Fuck,” he murmured, stepping back just to see her a bit more, partially to stop himself from wasting time trying to have sex when they could all easily get off work early by finishing up the scenes as soon as possible. He didn’t really hear her words, his reply simply faded into nothingness when she bent over the couch, her underwear hanging on to her thighs when she parted her legs. “Baby, later,” he swallowed, feeling his body start to warm up, his cock stirring in his jeans.

“Need you,” she pouted, pressing the side of her face against the soft sofa, watching him turn pink. His green eyes darkened and his jaw locked, he gripped her hips, positioning her right where she had to be for him to easily slip in and out of her. He kneaded her ass, trying to talk himself out of doing this, but parting her cheeks to see how slick she was for him. “Please,” she begged, wiggling her hips to encourage him, her cunt clenching around nothing when he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her pussy.

“I said later,” he murmured, striking her ass with an experimental and rough slap. She squealed, tensing up at the sting of his hand on her flesh before it became an arousing bolt of electricity that went to her clit, wetness beginning to pool between her legs all over again. She squeezed her thighs together when the throbbing of her clit nearly became unbearable and his eyebrows shot up, surprised and aroused by how much she clearly liked to be spanked.

“That’s so Dean of you,” she smirked, playing it off casually when it turned her on to see him so immersed in being Dean. She wiggled her ass playfully again and pushed her hips back against his crotch, feeling his grip on her hip tighten before he grunted.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, but she moaned softly at his voice. The sound of him so pathetically fighting against her antics encouraged her to keep talking, to keep teasing him, hoping that maybe he’ll give in.

“Won’t be the first time we have a quickie in the middle of work,” she reminded him with a little grin. He spanked her again, his hand falling on the other side of her ass and she yelped, repeating the same actions as before, a squeeze of her thighs and another teasing little wiggle of her bottom.

“I’d fire you if you worked for me,” he threatened halfheartedly.

“Thank goodness that you’re not my boss then,” she chuckled, shrugging the cotton robe off her shoulders so she was completely naked now. She threw it over her clothes with one hand and groaned in annoyance when he just stared at her face. “Jensen, I swear, if you don’t-”

His hand landed roughly on her ass again to shut her up, the flesh jiggled and turned red, so he gently kneaded it with a smirk on his flushed face. Once again, she squeezed her thighs and cursed softly under her breath, this time glaring at him for interrupting her, hating that he may have discovered something she liked and was now going to start using it against her.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said quietly, starting to unzip his jeans. Her eyebrows rose at the sound and she held her breath, excitedly waiting, looking back at him when he lowered his jeans and boxers, revealing his erect penis. He wrapped his hand around himself before the leaking tip could stain his shirt and she couldn’t stop her little moan, watching him tug gently at his cock to prepare himself for her.

“You’re gonna complain about having sex?” She asked, baiting him. He looked over at her, narrowed eyes taking in her face to see what her intentions were, so with his freehand, he spanked her again. He didn’t wait much longer for her to feel the sting, pressed the soft head of his dick against her slick entrance, sliding in slightly to feel the way she tightened and pulled him into her.

She moaned again, fisting the soft cushions of the couch when he pulled out all the way, choosing to slide the length of his dick through her wet folds. He’d focused on brushing against her clit, enjoying himself for a few moments, watching her squirm and pant while she was bent over the couch he napped on occasionally.

“Mister Later? How about you get started now?” He nearly laughed, frozen by her sudden joke in the middle of pleasing himself. She didn’t seem to find it very funny, observing her mostly pouting lips with her brows pinched together, so he rolled his eyes and easily slipped inside her.

He didn’t plan on letting her off easily, his hand shot down sharply, spanking her again, just to feel how much she liked it when he pushed and pulled his hips. He loved it, groaned at the feeling of her slick walls clamping down on him, warmth gushing around his cock. He lifted his shirt, held it up by tucking his chin against his chest and stared shamelessly at himself disappearing inside her. Her walls stretched around him, making him breathless.

She moaned wantonly, snapping him out of his daze when his cock throbbed inside her as a response. He pushed his softer thoughts out of his mind and focused on her needs and desires for him, quickening his pace, focusing on the way she responded to his speed.

He delighted in the sight of her moving upward with each of his thrusts, didn’t change the pace or the way he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into her, pulling gasps and quick whispers of his name from her shaking body. He already knew the answer to his questions, seeing her shut her eyes in ecstasy and hearing her moan into the couch loudly, but he still had to ask.

“That okay?” His thighs smacked loudly against her ass, taking in the soft red handprints that marked the skin of her ass. He felt her quiver around him, elated to feel the effect of his voice, so he leaned over her. He draped himself over her back carefully, his lips brushing against her cheekbone lovingly, his hands right next to hers, holding on nearly as tight as she was to the cushiony surface. “Does that feel good?” He whispered breathlessly into her ear.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her stomach tightening and flipping excitedly. In this position, he couldn’t pull out as much, opting for rolling his hips against hers which she was clearly enjoying far more. She squirmed under him, mewled and clamped down on him again, making him groan so he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.

“Better?” He asked, knowing that the head of his cock was repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. She didn’t answer, just nodded mindlessly while moaning his name loudly. He just knew he shouldn’t stop, so he kept at it. The force of his hips remained the same but his thrusts were much more shallow, bringing her closer and closer to her release. While her breaths got heavier and heavier, his own hitched the tighter she squeezed him in her.

Keeping the same pace, he shifted his weight onto one arm, snaking his hand around the front of her body to draw quick circles on her clit. It was the last bit of pressure she needed before she fell apart beneath him. She let out a strangled moan, squeezed him so tight he felt himself throb and spill inside her while she mumbled little praises for him.

She trembled under his body, his fingers on her clit elongating her orgasm until he’d filled her up with every last drop of his semen, his own body becoming exhausted and heavy. He panted against her ear, felt her slim fingers wrap around his wrist as she relaxed and caught her breath with him.

It must have been uncomfortable for her now in this position, their sweaty skin pressed together, his weight mostly on her. So he pulled out of her lazily, hissing at the feeling of her walls pulsing from sensitivity when he pulled out. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her body with his and kissed her cheeks, waited a few moments for her to recompose herself.

“Better?” He mumbled, kissing her shoulder. He moved back slightly and pulled his pants up. She turned around on her shaky legs and smiled at him, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Her hands held the sides of his blushing face to pull him down slightly for a kiss, but he leaned down all the way to meet her lips so she didn’t have to stand on her toes.

“Still yes,” she whispered with a smile, giving him a little peck on the lips. He smiled, continued to give her lips small kisses until they both parted to get dressed again and fix themselves for the rest of the day.

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Hello! My name is Candy Hearts. I am 25 years old, with about 19 years of roleplay experience. I am a semi lit, lit andLazy lit(due to working a lot) , but I try to match my roleplay partner's reaction, as I will post an example on what I do so you guys can see what I type. ( ´~｀)

So I will remind everyone I am German/American and had moved from Germany to America when I was about 5 years old. So my Grammer and Spelling isn't super. Because learning American language takes a long time to get that language 100%! ╥﹏╥

Now I do roleplay! I will list all of the characters I can play from each anime which will be a big list, haha. I've been into anime for almost 20 years! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

I am very open to do, cc x cc, Oc x cc, and oc x oc, I am up for doubles! Just dm me and we can talk! <3

Roleplay Rules

Don't use any emojis unless you are talking to me outside of roleplay or it's like a text in the rp

Please no one liners (it honestly hard to go off by one liners)

Please don't control my character, because its not fun when someone does that

I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY GROSS KINKS LIKE FECES AND SCAT! Other than that I welcome any and all kinks!

Animes | Muses I roleplay :

Helluva Boss/Hazbin : Bitzo, Stolas, Fizzarolli, Alastor, Alastoria(Female Alastor), Charlie, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious

Food wars : Megumi, Takumi, Isami, Isshiki, Shun, Akira, Alice, Nao, Mea, Tsukasa, Kikuchi

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo, Toge, Megumi(Possibly?), Miwa, Itadori(FYI my sukuna is not the best), Choso, Yuta

Demon Slayer : Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Akaze, Daki, Enmu, Giyu

Naruto : Kakashi, Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, Tobi, Gaara, Haku, Hinata, Asuma, Anko, Ketetsu,

Tokyo Revengers : Takamichi, Mikey, Nahoya, Souya, Naoto, Sanzu, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Sendo

Buddy Daddies : Kazuki and Kyrotaru

Genshin : Kinich(I main this guy), Lyney, Razor, Albedo, Furina, Al-Haitham, Venti, collei, Gorou, Layla, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Ga-Ming, Cyno, Itto, Navia, Tighnari, Kirara, Mika, Thoma, Haizou, Charlotte, Kazuha, Childe, Xianyun, Alrecchino, Nahida, Sethos, Ningguang,

Honkai: Star Rail : Rappa, Hanya, Misha, Dan Heng(both regular and his 5* form), Feixiao, FireFly, Fu Xuan, Gepard, Himeko, HuoHuo, Jiaoque, King Yuan, Kafka, Lingshu, Luocha, Robin, Sunday, Ruan Mei, Sparkle, Silver Wolf, Topaz, stelle/Caelus, Yanqing, Arlan, Asta, Guinaifen, Gallagher, Xueyi

Danganronpa : Junko, Kokichi, Nanami, Sonia, Mikan, Nagito, Ibuki, Shuichi, Hajime, Kazuichi, Rantaro,

That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime : Rimuru, Milim, Shuna, Shion,

Pokemon : (Ask what gen and I can probably do them! )

P. S there are many animes I like, I can even show them here!

DanDaDan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Revengers, Black Clover, Buddy Daddies, Fire Force, Genshin Impact, My Hero, Yarichin Bitch Club, Naruto, Haikyuu, Kuroko No Basket, Devil is a part Timer, Classroom of the elite, Food wars, That time I got reincarnated as a Slime, Rising of the Shield Hero, Danganronpa, Death Parade, Free! , Tokyo Ghoul, Assassination Classroom, Avatar: Last Airbender, Durarara!!, Fruits Basket, Re;Zero, Fairy Tail, Spy x Family, Attack On Titan, Yu-gi-oh, Blue Exorcist, Seraph Of the End, Angels of Death, Stray dogs, Servamp, Wolf's Rain, many more to list.

My rp style example :

Astraea looked over to Hanma as she was in her bedroom, hearing the door open made her jolt because she isn't quite used to seeing Hanma, she had knitting kit out as she was making a blanket out of boredom, she gulps as she nodded softly, her pink hair was in downward piggy tails as she says softly

"Y-Yeah, I can do that. J-Just um- " She blushed softly as she was never used to dressing up and showing off her body like the way he likes it, she puts down her kit a bit

Second Example :

Rimauru blinked as he moves as he transform back into his human for as he smiles, he walks over to the Fairy Queen, he then bows softly to her and smiles "Hello~ I'm Rimauru Tempest! You must be Elvira. Pleasure to finally meet you. " he said softly as he smiles happily, knowing he can he a bit intimidating, he tried his best to have the softest vibe he can have.

"I hope you're travels weren't am issue, I know City of Tempest can be very rough since we're the furthest of all the nations here. " he said as he walks and moves showing her a place to sit, he looks at her as he can easily tell she was nervous but he didn't bring it up because she was being strong for her kingdom

I think that is it, DM if you want to roleplay! <3 will be happy to meet you soon~ Womp Womp~!