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Angel’s Masterlist (Whispers&WhiskerBurn)
The following fics are all smut and nsfw unless otherwise noted. It’s the type of fic writer I am. :) #noapologies
They are in categories, and then in chronological order of when I wrote them, not by any preferences list. If you’d like to be tagged in future posts, please let me know!
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Moving On
Summary:After a hunt goes badly wrong, the Reader ends up in the hospital. She’s accepted what’s coming, but she’s having a hard time convincing Dean to let go. Sam says his goodbyes. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 3,235 Warnings: Angst. So much angst. Tears. Hair-rending. Etc. Reader death (see the summary). I bawled multiple times myself while writing this—and I think that’s the most accurate warning I can give. Author’s Note: I wrote this angsty thing because I was inspired by Ana (@just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms)’s “Shit My Patients Say” 2k Challenge where I chose the prompt: “Where are all the cute doctors?” and Angelina(@atc74)’s 1k Celebration where I picked the first stanza of “I’m Moving On” by Rascal Flatts (you should listen before reading…it definitely sets the mood). Both of these awesome challenges are still open at time of posting, and deadlines aren’t until May, so check them out! This fic is set during Season 3, when Dean’s soul is sold and Castiel isn’t in the picture yet. Apologies for any medical inaccuracies. Also for the tears.
What kind of ghost isn’t repelled by salt? And stays completely invisible?
You were hurt. The blood was running from several deep cuts, almost like claw marks that had sliced into your stomach, ripping the fabric of your jacket to shreds. Ripping your skin to shreds.
It didn’t move or sound like a hell hound—but that was your closest comparison.
Except that made no sense either.
You were hurt. And you were scared.
You stumbled into another room with one arm clenched around your stomach, and saw movement from the corner of your eye, a shadow that didn’t belong in the room. A shadow that was growing.
Ghosts didn’t cast shadows. Neither did hell hounds.
What the fuck was this thing?
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Apple Pie Addiction
Summary: Reader is a baker who makes a great apple pie. Dean is anxious to try all of her goods. One Shot. Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 4,400 Warnings: Delicious smut ahead. N(even remotely)SFW. Explicit sex, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving)….it’s mostly just smut. Author’s Note: This smutty piece of work is a response to @supernatural-jackles’s Colors of Fall Writing Challenge in which I picked Dean Winchester and Apple Pie….I’m glad to finally be able to join the ranks of those who’ve written a smutty piece including his favorite food. I’ll admit that it was fun to get back to my original type of fic—detailed Dean smut one shots. Hope you guys enjoy this and check out my masterlist. As always, I’d love any feedback you want to give! Tags: My forevers are beneath the cut, but a special shout out to those who voted for me to do this fic next: @charred-angelwings, @charliebradbury1104, @demondeansdomme, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @avasmommy224, @dancingalone21, @salvachester, @katnharper, @lilyleely, and @deandoesthingstome. Hope you guys are satisfied with your choice!
You loved autumn.
There was just something about it—the leaves changing colors, the pumpkins on front porches, some of them carved some not, the indulgence of your daily hot chocolate finally not seeming that weird to everyone as the temperature started to drop.
You loved the harvest season, which in Washington state meant that the apples were at their peak and everywhere you turned. You loved the Halloween decorations put up by the local kids, and the preparations for the winter holidays.
But mostly, there was something in the brisk air, something intangible but pleasant that greeted you like an old friend each time you stepped out of your bakery into a fall day. You could never get enough of it.
The bell over the door tinkled signaling a customer and you glanced up to find a giant of a man with long chestnut locks juggling the door, some bags of groceries from the corner market, and a phone at his ear.
“No, Dean, I’m not going to forget the pie….I’m at the bakery right now….would you just?…Yes….Maybe twenty minutes?…Yeah, see you then.”
He hung up, letting out a sigh of exasperation that you couldn’t help smiling at.
“Boyfriend?” You asked, ready to commiserate with the handsome stranger.
“What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, then he glanced at his phone, “oh, no, that was my brother. He’s a bit of a pie addict.”
You favored him with a knowing nod, “ah, and he’s looking to you to bring back his next fix. Any kind of pie in particular?”
“Oh, I should have asked….It doesn’t really matter, the guy’ll eat just about anything.”
“Well, why don’t you pick your favorite then; that way you can both enjoy it?” Your tone was reasoning as he looked over your selection in the counter.
“I’m sorry, I’m not a big dessert fan.” Well, there went any attraction he had going for him. “What do you recommend?”
You raised an eyebrow and went to your oven rack. “I’ve got a pumpkin pie, a pecan pie—both of those are pretty good, but if you aren’t opposed to the tried and true, I make a mean apple pie, and we’ve had a great crop this year.”
His smile was charming. “Apple it is then.”
You bagged it up for him, and he paid you in cash. When he went to pick it up from the counter you stopped him with a gesture and a smile.
“Don’t let your brother hog the whole thing—try at least one piece for yourself, okay?”
“Will do,” he sent another smile your way, but it was one of those polite, my-mind-is-on-other-things, smiles. With that, he walked out of the door and you went back to prepping a birthday cake order for tomorrow.
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Angel’s 1kGifSubmit Masterlist
I’m so amazed that I hit 1k followers….and I was really glad to host my first gif submit celebration. The turnout was incredible with 60 different submissions. Thank you all for following me and participating!! In the time it took me to respond to all of these, I’ve gained 434 new followers, which is just…
Anyway, for the purposes of this post and this particular celebration, I have classified my responses to each gif based on length. These length categories are completely made up by me and may (and probably will) not match other writer’s definitions of blurb/drabble/one shot lengths. I have organized this masterlist by these categories—inside each category, they are in chronological order of when I posted them. Happy reading! These are all SFW unless otherwise noted, but they were all written with the intended audience of 18 years or older. You’ve been warned.
PLEASE NOTE: All of the one-shots had my forever tags on them when they were first posted, but only a handful of the blurbs and drabbles got anyone tagged on them. Once I knew I was going to make a masterlist, it seemed silly to spend 10 minutes tagging everyone to read something that would only take each person 2 minutes to read….so, now you have a bunch of reading material, all in one tag. :) Forgive me and know I <3 you all. I also have no intention of going back to each of the sixty fics and adding a link to this masterpost so…this list is going on my regular MASTERLIST which you can find by clicking ←- or in the description of my page. When you finish a fic and want to go back to this list, you’ll have to have it opened in another window, or go through my masterlist. Have fun reading!
Enough blabbing from me, and on to the fics!
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Supernatural Hiatus Creations | week fourteen Team free Will
Sam, Dean, Bobby and Castiel fighting against the apocalypse.
“To me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.” (x)
Fulfilling His Fantasy
Summary: Dean visits his lover (Reader) on his birthday and she offers him a bedroom wish. Dean, selfish man that he is, wants her blindfolded and mindless with pleasure for the rest of the night. ;) Characters: Dean x Reader Word Count: 4,714 (sorry, not sorry) Warnings: NSFW Smut. Nothing but smut. Blindfolding, oral, fingering, dirty talk…smut. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Author’s Note: This was written as a response to a giveaway challenge for @iwantthedean ’s 2000 follower celebration (congrats!) in which I asked for a song to write a Dean x Reader fic. I was given “His Hands” by Jennifer Nettles, a country song that talks about domestic abuse….which I couldn’t really force myself to write Dean doing. So I focused on the first verse and the chorus which has nothing to do with the abuse in the song. Sue me. That part of the song is about their meeting and then a sensory (and sensual) description of him….that I could work with. Sensory descriptions focusing on touch and hearing? Let’s take away the sense of sight with a blindfold….ta da! Smutty fic! Enjoy. (Psst: check out my other fics!) Tags: Special thanks to Sofie ( @deliciouslyshadowymilkshake ) and Mimi (@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog )for the help when I got stuck. Other supportive friends and awesome blogs are: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @bringmesomepie56, @deandoesthingstome, @scorpiongirl1, @xsalvachesterx, @salvachester, @fandommaniacx , @spnfanficpond, @faith-in-dean, @withoutaplease, @kittenofdoomage, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @mrsjohnsmith, @jencharlan, @ilostmyshoe-79, @rizlowwritessortof, @katnharper, @lipstickandwhiskey, @deanscherrypie
“Yeah, I’m free. I’ll see you tonight Dean.”
You hung up first, mind already whirling ahead to what you needed to get done before he showed up at your door—shower and shave were obviously a top priority, but a bit of cleaning around the house wouldn’t go amiss either.
You set the bath water running with your favorite bubble bath and did a quick clean up of your bedroom, hall, bathroom, and kitchen—the only four areas you two would probably use for the night or two that Dean was likely to be in town. He never stayed long.
You set the timer as you climbed into the tub, making sure to leave enough time for a shower, then let your mind wander back to remember that day when he walked up to you at the bar…
“Rough day?”
You raised your eyes from the whiskey tumbler in your hand to look at the man who had just invited himself into the seat next to you. Everyone else at the bar had easily picked up on your “leave me the hell alone” vibe but either this one was too stupid or too horny to let that discourage him.
“Isn’t that the bartender’s line?” You injected enough venom into your voice that he would hopefully take the hint.
It didn’t really matter that he was easily the hottest guy here. You were in pain. You wanted to get drunk. And you wanted to go home alone at the end of it.
“Maybe. But he seemed a bit too intimidated, so I figured I’d sack up and take on the job.”
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Not Broken, Just Bent
Summary: Dean knows there is something wrong with his relationship with you, and decides to find out what it is in the hopes that he can fix it. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,150 Warnings: None really. Christmas angst and fluff combo…mostly fluff. I tried to make it close to canon characteristically for Dean and close to real life with relationships. They have an intimate relationship which gets referenced but nothing more than kissing and snuggling happens here, so SFW. Author’s Note: This was a combination piece—I wanted to tie in @atc74‘s wonderful duet challenge (a celebration for her reaching 115 followers, though I understand she has since gained many more and with great reason) with @avasmommy224’s Christmas Fun challenge that celebrated her reaching her first 500 (I say first because I know she’ll have double that before she can blink). Both of these ladies run fantastic spn writing blogs and you should go follow them immediately. Anywho, my prompts were the song “Just Give Me a Reason” by P!nk ft. Nate Ruess (I switched the parts—P!nk’s pieces are Dean’s in the fic below and Nate’s are the female reader’s), the gif below, and the word “Snuggles” which was her prompt for today: Christmas Eve. I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is FABULOUS!
“Babe?”
Dean stretched, the blanket pulled up to his chin, his eyes crinkled in confusion and sleepiness.
He was in your house but you weren’t beside him. Again.
He wasn’t a complete idiot. He could tell something had been bothering you, the way you tossed at night. You had always talked in your sleep and lately…well, he knew something was coming.
A part of him expected this. Hell, a part of him figured he deserved it, because he sure as hell didn’t deserve you.
He sat up, moving the blanket aside and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. It was Christmas and he had left Sam at the bunker, driving to your place because he’d needed to see you again. Dean felt like he needed you constantly—from the start you were a thief who had stolen his heart.
And he’d given it willingly.
He’d met you on a case—one of those where he’d had no choice but to tell you the truth in order to save your life. And, unlike most people who were faced with the supernatural without having been raised in it, you had accepted it. You hadn’t wanted to rush in, join the hunt and face the life…but you hadn’t dismissed him as crazy. You had been…kind. Understanding. Dean felt accepted, even when you saw the parts that weren’t all that pretty: the things he had to do, the parts that were just pain, suffering, and sacrifice.
You didn’t flinch away.
He’d never known how much he had needed that until he met you. It was…healing, almost.
And now….
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Snow Angels
Summary: Reader is enjoying the winter season and teaches Castiel about snow angels. Pairing: Castiel x Female Reader Word Count: 1,185 (it’s tiny and cute) Warnings: Absolutely none. This is pure fluff. Enjoy. Author’s Note: The idea for this cute little drabble popped in my head this morning and wouldn’t shut up until I took the hour to write and post it. It’s my first Castiel x Reader piece, and it’s so fluffy I might overload on cuteness. I was going to wait until December to post it, since that’s the setting, but what the hell. I’m proud of it, and I hope you like it. I know Cas isn’t before the Read More link…I promise it really is a Cas x Reader drabble!
“You boys are kidding me, right?”
You let the bunker door slam shut behind you and started peeling off your gloves as you walked down the metal staircase.
Dean, wearing his bathrobe and boxers and sporting a nice case of bedhead, merely grunted without looking up from his coffee. He wasn’t exactly what you would call a morning person.
Sam was holding two separate books open with one hand, the other hovering over the keyboard of his laptop, but he at least looked up to note the flush of warmth in your cheeks, the moisture in your hair from melting snowflakes.
“What’s up, Y/N?”
“What’s up is that you two are missing a beautiful snowfall outside. C'mon, guys, it’s December. Christmas, holly, any of this ringing any sleigh bells for ya?”
Your voice was incredulous. I mean, sure, they had regaled you with their story of the pagen-gods-Christmas year, but that was ages ago. Surely they were over it by now…
“Pass.” Dean’s voice implied that was a no.
You pulled out a seat and unbuttoned your jacket. They kept it warm in here, despite the onset of winter. Amazing what technologies those old Men of Letters had built into this place.
Sam had gone back to his web browser.
Dean sipped on his coffee.
Desperate times, you thought, “The snow’s not really sticking enough to make a decent snowman, but I had an idea.” Dean looked at you without any interest. “I challenge both of you to a snowball fight of epic proportions. Winner gets to pick the next Netflix marathon show.”
Both boys turned back to their work, radiating disinterest.
You tutted out loud, “I never thought I’d see the day that the Winchesters were afraid of being beaten by a girl.”
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Angel’s Christmas Drabbles Masterpost
Happy holidays to everyone!!
As a Christmas gift to everyone and an attempt to break out of an obsessive and wordy writing habit, I’m posting a collection of SPN Christmas drabbles throughout the month of December upon request.
Requests are closed now, sorry!
Below the read more I will post a link to each fic as I go through this writing celebration. This post can also be found at the bottom of My Masterlist where there are links to all celebrations like this where I write a collection of fics at one time.
Happy reading and remember: the best gift a writer can get is feedback on a fic.
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Angel’s Christmas Drabbles Masterpost
Happy holidays to everyone!!
As a Christmas gift to everyone and an attempt to break out of an obsessive and wordy writing habit, I’m posting a collection of SPN Christmas drabbles throughout the month of December upon request.
Requests are closed now, sorry!
Below the read more I will post a link to each fic as I go through this writing celebration. This post can also be found at the bottom of My Masterlist where there are links to all celebrations like this where I write a collection of fics at one time.
Happy reading and remember: the best gift a writer can get is feedback on a fic.
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finally someone who speaks english!
Me: Oh look! A post about Stark and Banner being like brothers! How aweso– My Brain:
he really is
This scientific study has concluded that Dean is, indeed, part cat.
Apple Pie Addiction
Summary: Reader is a baker who makes a great apple pie. Dean is anxious to try all of her goods. One Shot. Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 4,400 Warnings: Delicious smut ahead. N(even remotely)SFW. Explicit sex, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving)….it’s mostly just smut. Author’s Note: This smutty piece of work is a response to @supernatural-jackles’s Colors of Fall Writing Challenge in which I picked Dean Winchester and Apple Pie….I’m glad to finally be able to join the ranks of those who’ve written a smutty piece including his favorite food. I’ll admit that it was fun to get back to my original type of fic—detailed Dean smut one shots. Hope you guys enjoy this and check out my masterlist. As always, I’d love any feedback you want to give! Tags: My forevers are beneath the cut, but a special shout out to those who voted for me to do this fic next: @charred-angelwings, @charliebradbury1104, @demondeansdomme, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @avasmommy224, @dancingalone21, @salvachester, @katnharper, @lilyleely, and @deandoesthingstome. Hope you guys are satisfied with your choice!
You loved autumn.
There was just something about it—the leaves changing colors, the pumpkins on front porches, some of them carved some not, the indulgence of your daily hot chocolate finally not seeming that weird to everyone as the temperature started to drop.
You loved the harvest season, which in Washington state meant that the apples were at their peak and everywhere you turned. You loved the Halloween decorations put up by the local kids, and the preparations for the winter holidays.
But mostly, there was something in the brisk air, something intangible but pleasant that greeted you like an old friend each time you stepped out of your bakery into a fall day. You could never get enough of it.
The bell over the door tinkled signaling a customer and you glanced up to find a giant of a man with long chestnut locks juggling the door, some bags of groceries from the corner market, and a phone at his ear.
“No, Dean, I’m not going to forget the pie….I’m at the bakery right now….would you just?…Yes….Maybe twenty minutes?…Yeah, see you then.”
He hung up, letting out a sigh of exasperation that you couldn’t help smiling at.
“Boyfriend?” You asked, ready to commiserate with the handsome stranger.
“What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, then he glanced at his phone, “oh, no, that was my brother. He’s a bit of a pie addict.”
You favored him with a knowing nod, “ah, and he’s looking to you to bring back his next fix. Any kind of pie in particular?”
“Oh, I should have asked….It doesn’t really matter, the guy’ll eat just about anything.”
“Well, why don’t you pick your favorite then; that way you can both enjoy it?” Your tone was reasoning as he looked over your selection in the counter.
“I’m sorry, I’m not a big dessert fan.” Well, there went any attraction he had going for him. “What do you recommend?”
You raised an eyebrow and went to your oven rack. “I’ve got a pumpkin pie, a pecan pie—both of those are pretty good, but if you aren’t opposed to the tried and true, I make a mean apple pie, and we’ve had a great crop this year.”
His smile was charming. “Apple it is then.”
You bagged it up for him, and he paid you in cash. When he went to pick it up from the counter you stopped him with a gesture and a smile.
“Don’t let your brother hog the whole thing—try at least one piece for yourself, okay?”
“Will do,” he sent another smile your way, but it was one of those polite, my-mind-is-on-other-things, smiles. With that, he walked out of the door and you went back to prepping a birthday cake order for tomorrow.
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Retaliation
Summary: Dean has taken harmless touching and teasing a bit too far. You repay the favor. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,110 Warnings: PWP, NSFW. Fingering, blow job, dirty talk, fun stuff like that. :D Author’s Note: So… I’m supposed to be writing and posting a long-promised Sam x Reader smutty fic, but while I was trying to write that, this popped into my head. I’m sorry (not really), and I hope you’ll forgive me.
It had started innocently enough.
In the middle of a case, when the two of you couldn’t really indulge as much as you wanted to, you and Dean would trade teasing touches, the occasional kiss when no one was looking.
That was the sort of thing all couples did, right?
No harm done.
Lately though, Dean had been upping the game… and you, the competitive sort, had responded in kind.
What had once been a brush on the side of your breast had become a full-on rub-and-tug on your nipple. Standing behind you in a room watching a surveillance video used to mean he would cup your ass—now, he would pull you back until you were snug against his chest and hips, feeling every bit of him as he would lean down and nibble and suck at your neck.
Who could blame a girl for getting worked up about that?
So your brief kisses involved a little tongue or teeth now, and your accidental brushes along the front of his jeans had recently included curving your hand and rubbing for a moment.
And if you were both horny a lot more during your cases, which led to the two of you ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as you got back to your own room in the bunker, you weren’t going to complain.
After all, he’d started it.
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