So I was gonna try and get out some Jared size!kink smutty goodness out today, but it looks like it’s gonna be longer than I bargained for (pun intended)
That will be posted at some point, but for now I thought I’d compile all of my smut fics and series’ with smut into one place so y’all can read away to your heart’s content - got a whole lotta Sam, a decent amount of Dean, and a smattering of others.
Happy Smut Appreciation Day, y’all
Sam x Reader
Soy Un Perdedor- You reluctantly go to a male strip club for your friend’s bachelorette party, but when you get a lap dance from the gorgeous Orion, your opinion of the night changes dramatically. - 5.8k, stipper!Sam, size/height difference
Forgive Me, Father - You find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room. - 3.7k, virgin!priest!Sam/stripper!reader
My Best Friend’s Brother - You’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided. - 3.4k, reader gender unspecified
Ask For What You Want - Your husband, Sam, is a big-shot business owner. His employees don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. - 3.1k, sub!Sam/dom!reader
Imagine: can you write a chris evans imagine where your in a captain america movie with him. and so you have to do all kinds of stunts and stuff like that. and your the villian in the movie and he’s the superhero. and then you shoot one scene where it’s you two and the person shows how you two fight eachother. and so you two start to fight and you have to pretend to hit him but he actually punches you and you get hurt and he freaks out because he punched you. and your injury was like, super serious. thx!
A/N: it’s long ;3
‘’And.. Cut!’’ the director yelled, pressing the buzzer button.
You let out a relieved sigh as the scene ended. It was the hardest scene for you because you had to do your own stunts. And you were afraid you were going to break something because of the danger of the stunt in that scene. But now that it was shot and over with, you were glad.
‘’Everybody! Take five!’’ the director called out, taking his headphones off.
You lightly jog off the set, completely sore from the stunts. You went over to the snack table as your stomach growled for some food. You saw that there was one more doughnut on the table, and it was your favorite kind! You raced over there and reached for it, but a hand beat you to it. You could already tell who’s it was, it was your co-star’s hand, Chris Evans.
‘’Whoops. Looks like I got it.’’ chris smiles.
‘’Evans. You know how much I love those kinds of doughnuts.’’ you whine, stomping your foot.
Chris ignored your whining and started bringing the doughnut towards his mouth. He took a gigantic bite out of it, some crumbs falling from his mouth as he chewed. You groaned in disgust and he chewed with his mouth open.
‘’You’re disgusting Evans. You know that right?’’ you say, trying to hold back your barf.
Chris swallowed making that noise you absolutely hated. He looked at you and smiled, sprinkles spread out all over his teeth. You smiled and gave him a playful shove. He was adorable. Although he was your enemy in the movie, he was one of your best friends in real life.
updated list! because i’m an idiot who accidentally deleted the other post! yikes!
Ekblad, Eichel, Hanifin, Oshie, Stephen Johns, Gerbe, Domi, Doan, Tony de Angelo, Matthew Tkachuk, Ian Cole, Scottie Upshall, Logan Brown, Thomas Greiss, Seth Jones, Mike Ribeiro, Frank Vatrano, Justin Abdelkader, Tyler Johnson, Shane Prince, Ryan Strome, James Wisniewski, Patrick Eaves, Bobby Robins, Brendan Lemieux, James Neal, Robert Bortuzzo, Eddie Lack, Jordie Benn, Austin Czarnik, Kelli Stack, Mike Fisher, Rebecca Russo
Joffrey Lupul, Biznasty, Bonino, JT Brown, Jakob Chychrun, Andrew Ference, Garret Sparks, Chris VandeVelde, Voracek, Wayne Simmonds, Mark Streit, Ben Scrivens, Johan Franzen, Nugent-Hopkins, Devante Smith-Pelly, Darnell Nurse, Toffoli, Patrick Maroon, Henrik Borgstrom, Jacob Trouba, Jordan Eberle, Trevor van Riemsdyk, James van Riemsdyk, Kris Letang, Marc-Andre Fleury, Andre Burakovsky, Adam Henrique,
Morgan Rielly, Nik Hjalmarsson, Jamie Benn, Jonathan Toews, John Klingberg, Dion Phaneuf, PK Subban, Malcolm Subban, Bo Horvat, Blake Bolden, Meghan Duggan, Brianna Decker,
Nino Niederreiter, Alex Killorn, Louis Domingue, Brianne Jenner
Chris licked his lips nervously, his fingers playing with the hairs in his beard. His meeting was with Emilia London, an old friend who happened to be the head of production at Sony Pictures. He’d secretly printed a copy of your mini series in its full, original glory while you were asleep last night, after you turned down his suggestion to pitch your Chris Evans mini series. He went behind your back because he wanted it to become something- not because it was a story that surrounded the two of you, but because he believed it had great potential.
“What do you think?” He spoke the second Emilia put the stack of pages down. “Do you like it?” He asked then spoke before Emilia could. “‘Cause I’ll go on the record and say I love it, like- I’d love to direct something like that.” Emilia chuckled softly at Chris’ excitement, knowing he was slightly biased as it was his fiancée’s work. “I know I’m her fiancé,” he said because he knew too. “Which is why I’m asking you, is this worth something?”
“It’s good,” Emilia nodded and Chris grinned. “But,” she continued and his smile faltered. “It’s too perfect.” She explained when she saw Chris’ eyes narrow slightly, “there is nothing other than the pre-term labor to spark excitement, Chris. There is no drama, no problem and resolution. It’s too smooth a ride, it’s not enticing. Yes, it’s super romantic and very sweet but- you know you need more than that to make a good movie, or even a television series.”
“I know,” he nodded, his hand reaching to fiddle with his beard again. “I don’t know,” he sighed. “I just thought the world is chaotic and messy enough for this to be a good escape.” Emilia nodded in agreement with pursed lips. “Thanks for seeing me anyway, I appreciate it. Hopefully her meeting with Geoffrey Davis went well, I really think she has a future in Hollywood.”
“She does,” Emilia nodded, reaching for the stack of pages. “She’s got a lot of potential and she’ll make it very far if she gets the right person to view her work. I can tell you right now Geoffrey Davis is not the right person, he’ll no doubt cancel on her today.” Chris frowned at that, immediately reaching for his phone to text and ask if you were okay. “Y/N is a skilled writer, she’s got a gift for telling stories. A very good eye for detail,” she continued praising your work as she skimmed read the pages again. “Her use of dialogue and imagery, it’s brilliant. Her vocabulary could be expanded, but I guess if she’s thinking of script writing- it really doesn’t matter as long as she gets her point across to the director. I like that she’s got a good balance of clichés and originality, it really sets her apart from others.”
“Yeah, she’s one in seven billion,” Chris smiled when he thought of you, then glanced down at his phone. It was a good sign that you weren’t replying, right? It meant that Geoffrey was meeting with you and you were too busy to respond. “Do you have any other advice?” He reached over and patted the pages like he would a baby because it was your baby. “I’d really like for this to become something.”
“Chris,” she shook her head. “It’s got potential, but it can’t become something if it’s that happy and perfect. She needs to change the plot, or at least- add more into it.” Chris sighed and she did too, then remembered what Chris told her about how the two of you met. “You said the two of you met because of this series, right?”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I found the link in my Twitter mentions a while back and fell in-love with it. I tried to find the writer, but um- everything’s fairly anonymous on Tumblr. But as fate would have it, I met her at the Sydney airport. I saw her in the check-in line and I had this inkling about her, like I had to talk to her. I thought I wouldn’t get to as I missed a few very good chances,” he chuckled when he remembered how many times he failed to approach you. “But then I caught her at Starbucks, made my move, and the rest was as they say…history. We’re engaged now and she’s absolutely perfect for me.”
“How was the getting together for you?”
“God,” he groaned then laughed. “It was such a hassle. A lot of unnecessary drama and road blocks, we practically-” He stopped when he realized what Emilia was getting at; the gleam in her eye and the smile on her face said it all. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Talk to your fiancée first,” she advised after she nodded, and Chris nodded with an excited grin. “But I think you’ve got a story to tell that many, including myself, would love to buy and produce.” She slid the stack of pages back across the table to him. “This is good, but your love story- it’s going to be a lot better.”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded in agreement, “it is.”
• • • • • • • •
You stared at your phone, contemplating whether or not to reply Chris’ “is everything okay?” If you didn’t reply, he’d think you were still in the meeting and it’d give you some more time to come up with a better story of what happened. So you left it, ignored your fiancé’s text, and continued doodling on your paper coaster.
You stirred your untouched vanilla latte which had gone cold; the toasted blueberry bagel you’d bought and not even taken a bite of had gone stale as well. You weren’t really in the mood to eat or drink anything, not with everything you’d heard everyone say about you and your relationship with Chris running through your mind. You doodled a little cartoon version of you like the doodle from your mini-series, except this time you were holding a broom and not an Oscar. It was clear where your future laid, absolutely not in Hollywood. You knew you were being over dramatic. You also realized you’d broken the promise you’d made Chris, your mom, and Ava: to not let one rejection fuck you over. You tried to keep it, but it was hard; you were pretty fucked.
“Miss Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar male voice and looked up, realizing why it was so familiar; it was only a voice you’d spent the last three years listening to at lectures. Because why not? Why not have your least favorite professor tell you how much you sucked after you were rejected by a huge production company. Though you were being slightly unfair, he was only your least favorite because he was boring compared to the rest of your professors- he’d always been kind to you. You managed a smile when he asked, “is everything alright?”
“I could lie and say ‘yes’, but I think we’d both know I was lying.” You said and he nodded, chuckling. He used his hand to gesture at the chair, politely asking without words if he could join you. “Yeah,” you quickly nodded, “of course.”
“Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?”
“I would, but not with one of my old professors,” you admitted and he nodded with an understanding smile. “Can I ask you something, and will you be honest with me?” He nodded again, then took a sip from his paper cup. “Did you mean it when you told me I had potential?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he answered. “Why? Did something happen, is that why you’re doubting yourself?” You dropped your gaze, stirring your cold coffee. “You did that a lot in class too, you know. I’d tell you to change one paragraph, and you’d freak out and question your entire piece.” You chuckled softly with limited humor; all your teachers- since you were in grade school- always had that same comment. “You’re good, Y/N. I could tell you that a thousand times, but you need to believe it yourself.”
“I know,” you nodded, dropping your hand to your lap. “I just- I had a meeting with New Line Cinema and they didn’t even want to see me.” He sighed because he knew all the setbacks that came with the industry you wanted to be apart of. “They were so mean about it too, I mean- are they all going to be like that?”
“Pretty much,” he nodded. “But you knew that going in, I told you what would happen and you told me you could handle it.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Look,” he chuckled; you reminded him a lot of his younger sister, even the twelve year age gap between you and him were about the same. “It’s going to be a rough ride, but if you’re truly passionate about it- you’re going to get there. You’ve got potential, Y/N. I believe in you, you just need to believe in yourself.”
“Thank you, Professor Killian,” you smiled.
“You can call me Daniel, all my friends do.” He held out his hand for you to shake and you shook it, smiling. “And it’s not like I’m your professor anymore,” he reminded you as you both withdrew your hands. “Which is kind of a relief, 'cause I hated being your least favorite.” He teased and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you grimaced.
“You weren’t my least favorite,” you tried to defend yourself and he laughed, shaking his head as if to say it was alright. “I liked you as a person, you were always very nice to me. I just-” you winced as you admitted in a sheepish tone, “your class was boring compared to the others.”
“Not every teacher is meant to inspire and mesmerize, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Some are just meant to guide an already brilliant mind, a mind like yours.” He told you and you smiled. “You may have come third in the class, but you’re the only one I see doing some very incredible things. Just keep doing what you’re doing and don’t let the setbacks kill that light you carry, it’s what makes you and your writing special.”
“Do you have any other advice?”
“Dump that fiancé of yours,” he responded and you frowned; all that fondness you carried for him faded as soon as he said that. You felt your jaw tightened as he continued, “you’re never going to make if you stay with him. No one is going to take you seriously if all they see you as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I bet you were turned away today because of him, weren’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter why I was turned away,” you bit and Daniel knew he’d struck a chord; he did it on purpose, just to see how you’d react and so far- it was exactly as he’d expected. “And I couldn’t care less if all they see me as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I’d be happy to be just his wife and mother of his children because it is not a bad thing to be. Honestly- if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, I’m going to die a very happy woman.”
“I know,” he nodded and your facials turned from angry to confused. “I just said all that to see if you really love him as much as you say you do.” You must have looked even more confused because you couldn’t remember talking to your professor about Chris. “I read your mini series, the one that brought the two of you together? It’s aspiring, it’s the kind of love people spend their entire lives trying to find. I’m lucky, I’ve found that with my wife. And you are too,” he nodded and you smiled. “Everything is going to work out for you, your relationship- your career, it’s going to work. It’ll take some time, but it’ll work out.”
Your phone chimed and its screen lit up, both yours and Daniel’s gaze darted to it. Daniel drank the rest of his coffee as he rose to his feet, “I should probably get going. Mandy sent me to get diapers and this was a little detour.” You looked up at him and smiled because you didn’t know he was a dad. “It was nice seeing you again, Y/N.”
“You too, Prof- Daniel,” you corrected yourself and he smiled, turning on his heel and making his way towards the exit. You waved at him as he got into his car then turned your attention back to your phone. You picked it up and opened Chris’ text, chuckling in absolute awe and amazement when you saw what he sent you.
Summary: Set directly before Swan Song, the reader and Sam celebrate his birthday, one more time. Pairing: Sam x Reader Words: 990 Warnings: The expected sad moments that would surround the events of Swan Song. Challenge: @impalaimagining‘s 3K Follower Celebration/Sam Winchester Birthday Celebration. My prompt was No Air by Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown.
ICONIC → a playlist with the most iconic songs of the 21st century
i.whatcha say - jason derulo ii.burnin’ up - jonas brothers iii.see you again - miley cyrus iv.like a g6 - far east movement feat. dev v. beautiful soul - jesse mccartney vi. good girl gone bad - cobra starship vii. tik tok - kesha viii. down - jay sean ix. pon de replay - rihanna x. 7 things - miley cyrus xi. run it - chris brown xii. sos - jonas brothers xiii. low - florida feat. t-pain xiv. potential break up song - aly & aj xv. girlfriend - avril lavigne xvi. say ok - vanessa hudgens xvii. when i grow up - pussycat dolls xviii. don’t trust me - 3oh3 xix. shake it - metro station xx. circus - britney spears xxi. candy shop - 50cent xxii. single ladies - beyonce xxiii. fergalicous - fergie xxiv. hollaback girl - gwen stafani xxv. start all over - miley cyrus xxvi. sexy back - justin timberlake xxvii. milkshake - kelis xxviii. no air - jordin sparks feat chris brown xxix. call me maybe - carly rae jepson xxx. kiss me thru the phone - soulja boy
A/N: This is going to be a good one. I saw the prompt somewhere and decided to try it out! Hope y'all like it! Constructive criticism welcomed!
Word Count: 823
Pairing: Oak x Reader
Warnings: I think like one curse word. Thus is just some big FLUFF.
You had just came back from a sweaty jog and your clothes were sticking to you like white on rice. You fed your dog and headed to the bathroom to start your shower.
You plugged your iPod up to your speaker and scrolled through your music. You finally picked No Air by Jordan Sparks ft. Chris Brown. The water was finally the right tempature and you jumped in. The song started and you got captured by the lyrics.
“If I should die before I wake. It’s cause you took my breath away. Losing you is like living in a world with no air, oh.” You sang the verse with ease. You opened your mouth to sing the next part only to be shocked by the voice on the other side of the wall.
“I’m here alone, didn’t want to leave. My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete. Wish there was a way to make you understand.” The voice sang. All you could do was have your mouth open like a fish out of water. You quickly shut it and did the next verse.
“But how do you expect me, to live alone with just me? ‘Cause my world revolves around you. It’s so hard for me to breathe.” You sang. You had never heard the person’s voice before. From the sound of it, it was probably a man.
“Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air. Can’t live, can’t breathe without no air. That’s how I feel when you ain’t there. It’s no air, no air. ” Decently a man’s. “ Got me out here in a water, so deep. Tell me how you gonna be with out me. If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe. It’s no air, no air. No air, air, oh. No air, air, no. No air, air, oh. No air, air.”
“I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew. Right off the ground to float to you. There’s no ground to hold me down for real.” The voice sounded deep, but it had emotion to it.
“ But somehow I’m still alive inside. You took my breath but I survived. I don’t know how but I don’t even care.” You matched his emotion as you washed out your shampoo.
“So how do you expect me, to live with just me? ‘Cause my world revolves around you. It’s so hard for me to breathe.” You sang in unison. The voice made you have goosebumps. They quickly faded away with the warm water.
“ Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe no air. Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air. That’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there. It’s no air, no air. Got me out here in a water, so deep. Tell me how you gonna be without me, yeah. If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe. It’s no air, no air. No air, air, oh. No air, air no. No air, air oh. No air, air.” Harmony is a thing this boy knew how to do. He has power in his voice, but it fades away when it become a duet.
“No more. Baby, oh. It’s no air, no air. Hey, no air. Oh.” You washed out your conditioner and grabbed your rag. “ Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air. Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air. That’s how I feel when you ain’t there. It no air, no air. Got me out here in a water, so deep. Tell me how you gonna be with out me? If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe. Its no air, no air. No air, air oh. No air, air no. 'Cause my world evolves around you, it’s so hard for me to breathe. Hard for me to breathe. Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air. Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air. That’s how feel when you ain’t there. It’s no air, no air.”
“Got me out in the water, so deep. ” You sang. You were almost done in the shower.
“ Tell me how you gonna be without me?”
“ If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe. It’s no air, no air. No air, air, oh. No air, air no. No air, air, no air. No air.” You sang out the last note turning off your shower. You heard applause from the wall and smiled. You clapped and bowed, even though he couldn’t see you.
This happened many more times after. A new song every time. It was kinda rare that you both got in at the same time, but it became a schedule. You both got in at either 6:30am or 8:00pm. Unusual, yes, but creepy, no.
You fumbled with your keys as you put your shoes on. You lost them this morning which led to a scavenger hunt. You got your shoes on and your keys in your purse, ready to go. The door locked on your way out of the apartment. A tune you heard this morning came out of your mouth until you bumped into something.
“It’s you.” Said a voice. You looked up to a man with dark skin and a beanie on his head. You tilted your head unitil he finished your tune and you eyes widened.
“Oh my gosh. Your the voice.” You said with shock on your face. He laughed as he scratched the back of his neck.
“You said that like its a bad thing.” He blushed. You quickly got over your shock and waved your hands.
“No, no!” You said and nervously laughed. Silence filled the air as you both stood there awkward. Their was no tension, just nervousness. It was broken when he opened his mouth.
“ Wanna hang out sometime?” He did looking at you. He was scared you would say no and calls him a creep. “O-only if you want to?” You giggled at that and his blush darkened.
“Yea. Hand me your phone.” You said holding out your hand. He quickly pulled out his phone and put it in your outstretched hand. You quickly typed the numbers in and handed it back. “See you later!” You called and walked towards the elevator. You had a feeling more duets were to come.