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anathema

part IV

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader (with a hint of Sam x Fem!Reader and Samifer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Michael and Lucifer continue their slow torture of you, through the bodies of the men you love and trust most in the world. This is baptism in the most unholy, blasphemous sense of the word. This is the communion of Heaven and Hell between the legs of a human girl.

Warnings: 18+!, language, angst, biblical references, religious metaphors, smut (dirty talk, degradation, fingering, oral, p in v, dp, overstim, forced orgasms, cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics), heartbreak, pining, I may have missed some.

Word Count: 7,640

A/N: I AM SO NOT SORRY FOR THIS ONE. Not me trying to serve biblical/religious horror/erotica... guess that militant religious upbringing didn't deliver me from evil, after all. ~~Oops, I've disgusted even myself~~.
Please give me feedback, and if you read this series all the way through—thank you from the depths of my putrid, vile little heart and soul!!! <3
This is part four, and it's the final instalment. This has been an absolute trip... I'm most definitely going to write more fics, so if you liked this—keep an eye peeled. All the love.

Without further ado: ANATHEMA

There is a moment before the fall—before the first stone is cast, before the altar crumbles, before the faithful are forsaken.

It is quiet. It is sacred. It is the breath before ruin.

This is the nature of gods. They do not love. They do not fall. And yet—

He does.

Michael was fully holding you up now.

Not because you wanted him to—but because you could no longer stand.

Your body was boneless, wrecked, twitching from overstimulation, from pleasure so sharp it was bordering on agony.

Your head had dropped against his chest, your cheek resting against smooth, crisp white cotton, the steady rise and fall of his breathing the only thing anchoring you.

But below, Lucifer was still working you open. Still dragging you through it, still curling his fingers inside you, still pressing deep and slow and taunting against that tender, swollen spot inside you that made your thighs shake.

He had not stopped. Michael had not stopped him. And you had not stopped them either. Because there was nothing left of you now.

You had long since abandoned any notion of stopping, of fighting, of doing anything but taking what they gave you.

Lucifer sighed, mocking, indulgent, dragging his lips up the line of your throat as his fingers pressed deeper.

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anathema

part III

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader (with a hint of Sam x Fem!Reader and Samifer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Sam has been acting strange... stranger than usual. He's not your Sam anymore. Michael has taken his experiment to the next level. This is an angelic tragedy. This is the fall of Michael, the unraveling of an archangel, the ruin of a human girl—you—who only ever wanted Dean back, but now belongs to something greater.

Warnings: 18+!, language, angst, biblical references, religious metaphors, smut (dirty talk, degradation, fingering, oral, p in v, dp, overstim, forced orgasms, cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics), heartbreak, pining, I may have missed some.

Word Count: 8,800

A/N: This is my third time writing on tumblr. Please give me feedback, and if you read the first part, second part, and this part all the way through—I thank you with all my disgusting little heart!!! <3
This is part three, so while the warnings listed above (and the pairings) may not be evident in this part, they will in the next one. All the love.

Without further ado: ANATHEMA

There is a moment before the fall—before the first stone is cast, before the altar crumbles, before the faithful are forsaken.

It is quiet. It is sacred. It is the breath before ruin.

This is the nature of gods. They do not love. They do not fall. And yet—

He does.

Michael had been avoiding you.

It had been days since the last time you saw him, since the last time he had looked at you—really looked at you. The absence shouldn’t have bothered you. It shouldn’t have felt like a worse kind of torment.

But it did.

So you stayed with Sam.

You let him be an anchor, a tether to something solid, something that made sense. You let him hold you, his body warm against yours, his breath slow and steady, arms looped around you as though keeping you here, keeping you from slipping into something you couldn’t come back from.

But Sam had been pulling away too.

You told yourself it was grief.

That he was still processing. That he was still trying to find a way to cope. That he was just as wrecked by loss as you were.

You didn’t let yourself think too deeply about the shift in him, about the moments where he seemed too distant, too still.

You kissed him instead.

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Night at the Museum

A/N: Hello, lovelies. Yup, third time’s the charm, I guess—I needed a change of scenery. So here it is: a comedic tale featuring Dean Winchester and female!reader, caught in the act at a high-profile event. Things get wild…Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

AMJ

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Summary: At a swanky museum gala, Dean Winchester and Y/N decide to break all the rules by sneaking into the restricted wing—just for the thrill of it. But when they get caught red-handed by a no-nonsense museum director, things quickly spiral out of control. These two must outwit a director who’s seen it all—and prove that sometimes, breaking the rules can lead to one unforgettable night.

Characters: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Rating: PG

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anathema

part II

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader (with a hint of Sam x Fem!Reader and Samifer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: After an interaction with Michael left you reeling, you sought distance. You have been avoiding him, staying in Sam's room, or accompanied around the bunker by Castiel. You just wanted a moment to yourself. After showering, you sat in your bunker bedroom, listening to music that you and Dean used to listen to. And now Michael has come to find you.

Warnings: 18+!, language, angst, biblical references, religious metaphors, smut (dirty talk, degradation, fingering, oral, p in v, dp, overstim, forced orgasms, cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics), heartbreak, pining, I may have missed some.

Word Count: 7,476

A/N: This is my second time writing on tumblr... let me know what you think, and if you read the first part and this part all the way through—thank you, thank you, thank you!!! <3
This is part two, so while the warnings listed above (and the pairings) may not be evident in this part, they will in the next one. All the love.

Without further ado: ANATHEMA

There is a moment before the fall—before the first stone is cast, before the altar crumbles, before the faithful are forsaken.

It is quiet. It is sacred. It is the breath before ruin.

This is the nature of gods. They do not love. They do not fall. And yet—

He does.

A week passed.

Seven days spent curled into Sam’s warmth, letting him tuck you into his arms, whisper quiet reassurances you barely registered.

Seven days of moving through the bunker in a fog, eating when Sam placed food in front of you, sleeping when he guided you to bed, existing only because he needed you to.

Seven days of pretending you didn’t feel the weight of another presence lurking beneath the same roof.

You avoided him like a sickness.

If he entered the library, you left. If he walked past the war room, you turned on your heel and found another place to be. You hadn’t stepped foot near Dean’s—Michael’s—room since that night, and you weren’t going to.

It hurt. That last time—it had been too much.

The shame still curled inside you like a wound that wouldn’t scab over, raw and aching. Michael had watched you crumble and let you shatter, and you had let him—worse, you had begged him for it.

You wouldn’t do it again.

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Electric Whisper: Alone with her Voice

A/N: Hello, beautiful people, it’s me again. I don’t know what it is, but I’m in the mood. 🤤 I was just browsing YouTube and came across a few ASMR videos—anybody here into that? They can be so tingly and even a bit overstimulating. It got me thinking… what if the reader (y/n) left an ASMR-esque message to Dean? And let me tell ya, the result was wild—at least, wild for me. 😘

I’d love to hear what you think. Drop your thoughts, ideas, or even your own ASMR-inspired messages. Until next time, stay curious and keep it spicy!

Always, AMJ

A/N 2: btw, if you read Electric Whispers that I posted last year, this is the prologue. I honestly never saw this twist coming.

A/N 3: I have two WIPs. BUT if you have any ideas or requests, let me know. I’ll try to deliver.

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Characters: Dean Winchester x female!Reader

Warning: 18+, MDNI, masturbating (male), P in V, unprotected sex, dominant Dean

Summary:

Dean Winchester has seen it all: monsters, witches, and death itself. But nothing could have prepared him for this kind of torture.

Stranded in a motel room after weeks away from the bunker, the ache in his body is more than exhaustion—it’s a raw need wanting release. The kind that no hunt, no bottle of whiskey, and no amount of time on the road can shake.

And then there’s y/n’s voice.

A simple recording—a joke, a tease, an innocent message—meant to help him relax. But for Dean? It’s anything but relaxing.

He shouldn’t press play.
He shouldn’t let her voice ruin him.
But Dean Winchester has never been good at resisting temptation…

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I make a post about how smut writers shouldn't be discouraged if their smut has a low hits to kudos ratio, because people are just afraid to kudos smut.

I get told in response that AKTUALLY smut has a low kudos to hits ratio because people are re-reading that smut.

I make a post about how if you're re-reading a fic a lot you should tell the author because they won't know that and will think no one likes their fic.

I get told that authors should just ASSUME that it's re-reads without needing to be told.

I post a smut fic that gets 100+ hits in its first 24 hours of posting (therefor no re-reads counted) and this smut fic with 100+ hits gets zero kudos.

I make a post about how if you read a fic on AO3 it creates a 'hit' and if the author gets a lot of hits without kudos or comments or response, the author will assume no one liked their fic.

I get told that authors should just ASSUME that everyone who clicks their fic likes it, without needing to be told that.

I make a post reminding people that fanfiction authors are not mind readers and that there's no way for them to tell a hit from a person who clicked a fic by mistake, or hated the fic, from a hit from a person who liked it, and if you don't tell the author you liked their fic they will assume you didn't.

I get told that authors aren't entitled to comments or kudos, or to a certain ratio of kudos to hits.

NO SHIT.

But if they don't get comments or kudos, they're gonna assume ya'll didn't like the fic!

A Witch’s Spell (Round 1)

A/N: Hello, beautiful people. AMJ here.

So… confession time. As you all know, I write smut, but I’ve never quite written it this way before. Lately, the feeling of writing this has been a little exciting.

That being said, this is a long read, but hopefully, one you’ll enjoy. And trust me, we’re far from done—there are still a few more rounds to go. Buckle up. 😏🔥

Love always, AMJ

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Rae (OFC)

Warnings: threesome, titty sucking, blowjob, doggy style

MDNI 18+

Taglist: @ladysparkles78 @hobby27 @cevansbaby-dove @lyarr24 @thebiggerbear

A witch’s spell was nothing to scoff at—especially one that could conjure an alternate version of Dean. It started when Dean and Rae were tracking odd occurrences in separate hunts. Through scraps of intel, mysterious vanishings, weird sigils carved into doorways, people suffering brief blackouts, they realized these leads pointed to a witch. Long story short, they found the witch’s lair. Dean lunged to stop her, but a swirl of dark energy sent both him and Rae reeling. By the time the smoke cleared, the witch was gone—and a second Dean stood blinking in confusion.

“What the—” Dean started, voice caught in his throat. Rae’s eyes went wide, flicking between Dean and the newcomer.

The newcomer mirrored Dean’s stance, arms half-raised as if ready to defend himself. He was the spitting image of Dean: same height, same face, same wide green eyes. Except his brow knitted with a fresh wave of alarm.

“Who…” the stranger began, glancing down at his clothes, patting himself as though verifying he was real. “Where am I?”

Rae and Dean exchanged a wild look, hearts pounding. “We’re in the old warehouse,” Rae supplied carefully, though it didn’t feel like an adequate explanation. “Who are you?”

The newcomer opened his mouth, paused, then stammered, “Name’s Jensen. Jensen Ackles.”

“Who names their kid Jensen?!” Dean blurted, stepping closer. “I’m Dean Winchester.”

The second Dean—Jensen—looked at him with a baffled twist of his lips. “That’s not possible.” He scanned Dean’s face, eyes darting with rising panic. “No, no, this is—some sort of trick?”

Rae stared, pressing a hand to her temple as the gravity of the situation sank in. Two Deans? She could almost feel the witch’s victorious laughter echoing in the shadows. That swirl of magic must have conjured a duplicate—a living, breathing copy with the same voice, same rugged stance, everything.

Jensen’s alarm grew by the second. “I was… in the middle of filming an episode of—,” he recalled aloud, voice trembling. “Next thing I know, I’m here with you and…” He eyed Rae with curiosity, “…her.”

“Episode of what?”

“Is that a trick question? Supernatural.” Jensen, rattled, ran a hand through his hair. “I play you.”

“Wait, you’re telling me…” Dean paused, narrowing his eyes at Jensen, “—you play me? You’re in a show about me, Sam, and hunts, and demons, everything?”

Rae pinched the bridge of her nose, ironically trying to ground herself. “The witch’s spell,” she reasoned, directing her words to Dean. “He’s from an alternate universe.”

Jensen pressed a palm to his forehead, shutting his eyes momentarily. “So… I’m from another universe? That’s—holy crap,” he muttered, half-laughing in disbelief.

Dean exhaled, frustration plain in his posture. “This is insane.”

Seeing both men tense, Rae raised a hand to quell the rising confusion. “Okay, let’s all take a deep breath,” she said, voice firm with a detective’s edge. “First, no one’s fighting. Second, we figure out how this happened.

“We have to track her,” she said, opening a phone app with local arcane readings. “But we can’t just leave Jensen here.” She gave him a measured look. “He’s a fish outta water.”

Jensen nodded fervently. “I’d rather not wander around.” Then, meeting Dean’s gaze with a half-grin, “It’s kinda wild standing next to the real me.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “One of me is enough, trust me.”

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BoY: Chapter 14: Dean’s Nightmare

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Characters: Dean Winchester, Rae (OFC), Garth, Heidi/Gabrielle, Barzail

Taglist: @jc-winchester @ladysparkles78 @kazsrm67 @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes @deans-baby-momma @kpop-will-kill-me @hobby27 @kickingitwithkirk @nancymcl @k-slla @tumblfanficblrarchive @sassy-pelican @daydreaming-and-screaming @shorttthecircut @thecraftoflove @cevansbaby-dove (please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist. Thank you!)

Shoutout to @thebiggerbear // @biggerbearficrecs this is because of you.

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A/N: Hey, beautiful people,

I know it’s been a few months since the last chapter, and I appreciate you sticking with me. TBH, writing this one felt like pulling teeth. Some just flow, and others…well, not so much.

But here’s the thing: I will finish it. When? That’s a damn good question. Life gets in the way, inspiration comes and goes, but one thing for sure—I love this story, and I love sharing it with all of you.

Thank you for your patience, your support, and for letting me be crazy. Your comments and excitement keep me going, even when the words refuse to cooperate.

See you in the next chapter.

Much love, AMJ.

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Four hours later, Dean found himself in the kitchen, nursing a beer, rubbing his chest, his fingers absently tracing the fading bruises from earlier. Physically, there was no pain, but it was nothing compared to the mess storming through his head. His jaw clenched as his mind replayed what had happened, the gravity of the situation slowly settling in.

Their breaths came fast, chest rising and falling in sync, the space between them charged. They knew what it was but neither was ready to admit. Rae’s lips were parted, eyes dark, searching Dean’s as if waiting for him to make the next move. Dean’s fingers twitched, caught between the need to pull her closer and the nagging voice in the back of his mind warning him to slow down. They’re closing in on a dangerous edge, both struggling to keep their libido in check.

Then, the moment shattered.

Garth came busting in, his voice urgent. “Barzail’s awake!”

Rae blinked, the haze in her eyes clearing as reality crashed back in. At first, she looked at Garth, confused, then turned to Dean, silently searching his face as if asking who was Barzail. But Dean just laid there, jaw tight, expression unreadable. He didn’t reach for her, didn’t say a word. The walls slammed back into place.

Hurt flickered across her face before she masked it, straightening her back. She sucked in a breath, nodded once as if telling herself something, slowly pulled herself away from him, and walked out without another word.

Dean watched her go, an ache in his chest he didn’t expect. The moment had slipped through his fingers, and now all he could do was watch, knowing that whatever had been there between them had just been buried under the weight of everything else. He wanted to call her back, wanted to fix the moment before it disappeared. But the job was calling. Pain would have to wait.

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FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 38 to 40.

Here are my picks for Dec 20th 2024, please go give them a read:

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So exciting! Lots of writers, including myself, was chosen to be a part of FanFiction Fridays! Again, thank you to @thebiggerbear for spreading the word and loving our work!

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anathema

anathema

Night at the Museum

Characters: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Rating: PG

anathema

Electric Whisper: Alone with her Voice

A Witch’s Spell (Round 1)

BoY: Chapter 14: Dean’s Nightmare

Shoutout to @thebiggerbear // @biggerbearficrecs this is because of you.

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