#boyking!sam winchester x reader

[kickingitwithkirk]

Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum-Punishment

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader x KnightofHell!Dean

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: **not a dark fic but has elements.: dub/con-non/con p/v sex, restraints, verbal/fighting, hentai elements

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb RubySam @anyfandomdarkbingo Amputation

A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum

This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors

The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell. 

The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.

“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.

The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers. 

“What did I say about no noise!” 

The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.

The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing. 

The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.

The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.

 “I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face. 

The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.

“All right, meetings over..everybody out!” 

Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking. 

They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.

 “We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”

“No.”

The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling. 

Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.

“What was that you said?”

“You heard me..”

“..come back later.”

“No.”

Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.

“Fine, state your business.” 

“That’s the problem.”

“What problem?”

“Family Business.”

The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?

 “Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”

The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”

“Dean.”

 “Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”

“..Dean.”

 “Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!” 

Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.

The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.

“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.” 

“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.

“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.

The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways. 

Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming. 

“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”

Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.

 “And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.” 

“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”

“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?” 

“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”

Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.

“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”

Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.

“One day, I might have to.”

That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”

Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.

Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times. 

Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks. 

It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.

 “Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.

 “I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”

“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”

“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”

“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”

“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

 “God wants her restored upon all the thrones.” 

 “You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!”  Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out. 

“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.

 “Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”

“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...” 

“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees. 

“You never learn.” 

Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.

Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity. 

“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”

The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him. 

Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”  

Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt. 

“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.” 

Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.

“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.” 

Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...

“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”

The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”

“It’s the only way to get you to join us.” 

The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion. 

“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”

“THE WHAT IN ME?!”

”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”

“Plan B?”

“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”

“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”

“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.” 

The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..

“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”

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[lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean]

His Queen

Pairing: BoyKing!Sam x reader

Summary: Reader agrees to be the King of Hell's Queen under false pretenses.

WC: 476

A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki’s kinktober eleven sentences challenge. I have NEVER written dark fic before, this is truly my first foray into that arena, so hopefully I did it justice. Going for a dreary-erotic noir vibe.

Warnings: Per the challenge rules this story has hints of 1. Daddy, 3. Auctioned/For Sale, and 5. Breeding (consequently, warning for unprotected sex. You should always wrap it up kids) kinks. Additionally, this *may* read to some as non-con but it was not intended to be, I'm going for more "I agreed to this but I'm not sure I'm happy about it" feel. Also, big angst.

"I only agreed--to this arrangement--so that you wouldn't--kill my father--and you know it, you monster," you sputtered over your shoulder between thrusts as the boy king plowed you from behind at a sluggish pace, knowing full well that the shakiness of your voice was far more distinct than the anger you were trying to convey. You couldn't help it though, his thrusts were deep and sharp, taking your breath away every time his impressive girth dragged against that sweet spot when his grip on your hips yanked you back into him at the very end to get those last few inches inside with a loud SMACK.

You heard a deep, patronizing chuckle rumble from his chest and his thrusts sped up, causing your pussy to throb in betrayal, "Is that what he told you, sweetheart?" You felt a tug on your collar and you arched your back desperately as catching your breath became even more difficult.

"You think daddy was a mere Hunter--one of the good guys," he tsked and you struggled to focus on your confusion at his words while his cock drove you closer and closer to the edge of bliss. "Dear old dad never told you about his demon dealings or the fact that when he heard, through his surprisingly vast demon grapevine, that I was looking for a vessel to carry my progeny, his first thought wasn't to protect you--his only daughter--from a monster like me," he paused briefly to slide one large hand from your hip and rub his fingers deftly over your slippery clit, before growling, "but to sell you to me?"

"You're lying," you gasped indignantly before letting out a sharp yelp when his large open palm slapped down on your ass not once, not twice, but three times before his fingers gripped your cheek and squeezed painfully.

"'Fraid not, Sweet Cheeks, you are bought and paid for--all mine and you're gonna live tied to this bed with me between your gorgeous thighs until your belly is swollen with my child and maybe long after."

You clenched your eyes shut as hot tears spilled out from the deep agony of a not altogether unexpected betrayal, even as the build up of your orgasm threatened to consume you.

When he leaned over, pressing his hot body flush against your back, hips still pistoning into you, and put his lips next to your ear, promising tenderly, "you'll never have to worry about him again; I made sure he suffered," your orgasm ripped through every muscle in your body and your ears filled with the sound of an inhuman howl--rage mixed with pleasure.

"Good girl, that's it, just like that, my good girl, I'm your daddy now," he chanted sweetly, painting your insides with his thick ropes and you felt the subtle shift taking place; the moment you became his Queen.

[thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters]

Decay

Summary: Dean said Sam could be saved. You just wanted to do right by your promise to the man you love, even if it won’t bring him back to you.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings (SPOILERS): BoyKing!Sam, dark, violence, mention of death/murder

Word count: 693

A/N: It just happened. I take zero responsibility for any feels that may occur during the reading of this drabble. And remember, feedback is a writer’s best fuel :)

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If you didn’t know any better, you would have sworn you heard the gunshot before you felt yourself pull the trigger. Sam’s eyes went wide but only for a moment. The second shot echoed off the walls before you even realized your finger moved again. The sound rang in your ears, rattling your skull. Tearful eyes focused on Sam’s chest, you shot him a third time.

His eyebrows moved up and that familiar sickening sneer appeared on his face. Red lights were flashing all around you, throwing threatening shadows over his face. Though the alarm from the bunker was loud, your brain registered it as if it was far away, somewhere in the background. The only thing you heard, clear as day, was the low sound of his voice.

“Look at what you’ve done,” he tutted. His large hands gestured to his own body, where your bullets had ripped through his once pristine white suit. Blood seeped into the fabric, red as the lights flickering overhead. “This was a perfectly good suit.”

You closed your eyes, foolishly hoping you could make it all go away. But this wasn’t a dream. You weren’t put under some nightmare curse or hex. This was real. Cold, gut-punching reality.

The sound of his feet shuffling across the floor made you squeeze your eyes shut tighter. He was moving closer, slowly, and you knew he was taunting you.

“Look at me, little dove.” His hand was heavy on your shoulder. You could feel his breath brush your cheek as he hummed, “Open your eyes.”

You did as he said. How could you not? He had won and you knew it. He knew it, too, judging from his smirk.

“Enough with the games,” he said. “Come.” His hand glided from your shoulder down your arm until his strong fingers locked around your wrist. With his other hand, he took the gun from you. He put it on the table nearby before turning to walk out of the library. With one tug on your arm, he had you wobbling after him. His grip never loosened.

You let him walk you through the bunker, up the stairs and over to the door. All you felt was defeat. You had done the unthinkable. You had shot the love of your life point blank, and that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that you were gutted it hadn’t worked.

All the time you had spent making those special bullets, every late night of doing research behind Dean’s back, and it had all amounted to nothing. You amounted to nothing. You couldn’t even honor the promise you had made Sam. He had always had your back and now you were only letting him down. If he ever turned into something not Sam, you had to stop him. That was the deal.

Sam had known exactly what he was doing when he had made that deal with you, instead of his brother. Dean would have never agreed to something like that, even though he would have expected Sam to do it without hesitation if things were ever the other way around.

When things went south, Dean had somehow managed to convince you that there was another way. Eventually, you realized there were only two ways this could end. You would either make it worse, or you could make it stop. Both would break you.

As you stumbled out of the bunker, into the sunlight, you could feel yourself giving up. The warmth of the sun on your skin did nothing to stop you turning cold from the inside out.

Standing in the middle of the clearing at the bunker’s entrance, Sam let go of your wrist. His hand lifted in front of your face - the same hand that had snapped Dean’s neck from across the room with a simple twist.

His eyes bore into yours. He was smiling.

“I’ve got big plans for you.” His voice was almost soothing, like a fresh breeze before the storm hit.

You watched his fingertips press together.

Then the clearing was empty once again, the echo of his fingers snapping the only thing that remained.

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It’s good to be king.

Pairings : Boyking!Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Word count : 1,120

Written for : @spnabobingo​

Square : Fear Kink

Warning : Non-con/Dub-con, Mates, Sam gets off on people's fear, hunting, violence, hell hound injuries, sex outdoors, rough sex

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Sam smiled as he walked through the vast forest, his pace slow and careful. He was in no rush. The thrill of the hunt was part of what had him so excited.

He could hear feet pounding against the dirt ahead of him, one set frantic and scared, the other, his hellhound on the hunt. They bobbed and weaved, changing directions here and there, but Sam just kept moving forward, hands in the pockets of his slacks. He knew where this would end.

He’s seen it play out a thousand times in his head, his premonitions, and it always ended the same. The only way this thing could end, and he had all the time and patience in the world to get what he wanted. After all, he was the King of Hell.

You yelped as the snarling and snapping got closer, jumping over a root to keep from tripping. You’d been running for so long, too long, but you couldn’t stop. No where was safe anymore and the damn thing was toying with you, you were sure of it. A hellhound could easily outrun you, you weren’t stupid, so for this thing to still be behind you and not tearing you apart, it had to be messing with you.

You ducked and dodged, weaved in and out ignoring the scrapes from branches and pain in your muscles and feet. Your hand scraped against bark as you swung around a tree and kept running, frantically looking for anything, anything that could help you, even though you knew nothing would.

You had never been so scared in your life.

Suddenly, you were falling, your face and hands slamming into the dirt. You can feel the hound over you, a massive paw on your back, claws scraping against your skin. In a last ditch effort to survive just a little longer, you scramble out from under it, your shirt ripping as the claw scraped at your back, a sting following the sensation as skin breaks and a little blood trickles down. You scramble to your feet, desperate to get away as you glance back at the hulking beast watching you with a snarl on its lips and cloth between it’s claws.

“Go.”

You aren’t sure where the command comes from, but as you start running again, the hound surges forward, slamming your body against a tree.

Before you can fall, there's a hand around your throat, holding you up and against the tree. You look up into hazel green eyes with so much terror as he smirks down at you.

“You really thought you could get away from me?”

“S-Sam-”

He cut you off pressing his lips to yours hard. “You shouldn't have done it.” he mumbled, his lips moving down your neck where he bit at your skin and you screamed in pain. “You shouldn’t have tried selling your soul to save me. You should have known I’d be the one to come for you.”

“T-this isn’t you.”

Sam laughed. “Oh, my sweet little Omega, this is exactly me. You scared?” The hound behind him snapped at your leg, and you jumped, making Sam’s smile widen. He pushed himself harder against you, making you feel the way his cock throbbed in his slacks as he took in a deep breath to breath you in. “Fear smells so good on you, sweetheart.”

“Please..”

“You always were good at begging for me, weren’t you?” Sam smiled, his thumb coming up to pull on your bottom lip. His free hand undid his slacks, pulling his cock free. “Again.”

“Sam, please, stop this.” you cried. He gripped your jeans in both hands and tore them apart, leaving you bare to him with denim hanging around your ankles. You yelped again. “Please, Sam, don’t-”

You were cut off by Sam thrusting into you without warning, a scream being ripped from your lungs as your injured back scraped along tree bark. Sam lifted you, your thighs quick to wrap around his waist as he fucked into you hard and rough. “Still so wet for me, huh?” he teased. “You can say you don’t want it all you want, ‘mega, but I know you. I know you better than anyone.”

“Sam.” you breathed out, arms wrapped around his neck.

“You missed it, didn’t you?” Sam nosed at your shirt collar, he knew what lay beneath it, the mark he’d given you long ago when he claimed you as his, long before he became this person.

“Yes.”

Sam pounded into you, you winced with each thrust forward, feeling the bark biting into your black and blood running down. It hurt, not just your back, or limbs from running, but your pussy. Despite the pool of slick he pulled from you, he was brutal, he was hitting deep and hard and it had you crying in pain. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you held on to him desperately and let him have his way.

Before long, his knot began to swell, the slapping sound of it battering at your pussy was loud in your ears and you wondered how far the sound would carry. If someone happened to be in the woods, a ranger, a hunter, would they hear? Would they even help, or would they die like you were sure you would as soon as Sam finished.

Sam thrust up again, harder than before and it felt like you were being ripped apart. You screamed as his fully inflated knot forced its way inside you, your head going back against the tree, and Sam pulled at the collar of your skirt and bit into your skin near your collarbone, making your scream louder and longer.

Before you were even fully adjusted to the size of his knot inside you, he pulled out, pulling another scream from you before he let you collapse to the ground, sobbing.

“Run.”

“What?” you looked up at him, confused.

Sam was tucking himself back into his slacks, not even looking at you as he repeated the command. “Run.”  You looked from him, to the hound who’d sat not even two feet away watching the whole assault. “RUN!”

Dirt kicked up as you rushed to your feet and started running, tripping over scraps of your jeans, too afraid to stop and get them off.

Sam watched quietly as you ran as fast as you could manage away from him. His cock stirring back to life as he smelt the fear mixed with slick in the air as you disappeared from his sight. “Hunt.”

With that one word, his hound sprang forward and gave chase. A satisfied smirk reached his lips as he tucked his hands back into his pockets and started to follow.

“It’s good to be King.”

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Invisible Strings

Title: Invisible Strings

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader

Warnings: boyking!Sam, implied future smut?

Word Count: 92 (gah! this is so hard!)

A/N: written for @justagirlinafandomworld​’s #Flash Fiction Challenge. My song is “Invisible Strings” by Taylor Sift. I have to admit, this one took me a bit longer, but I love it!

You couldn’t believe it when you saw him. Fifteen years, and he was still as handsome as ever. Sure, there were crow’s feet around his eyes, and gray strands poking through his chestnut locks, but he still took your breath away. 

His eyes caught yours, and a smile formed as he made his way over to you. 

“Your Highness,” you bowed before him, somehow grateful for the deal you’d made with that demon. 

“I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N.” He lifts your chin up to face him. “Hell needs a Queen.”

[supernaturalau]

We've Been Waiting....

Warning: NSFW, blow job, Oral, Breed kink,Teasing, turning into a demon, cussing, pulling hair, mind minuplation,etc.

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You are an Innocent soul that was raised in church to be pure and never sin. But after two priests died mysteriously, two new one came and took over the role. Ever since then they had their eyes on you and only you. The two mysterious priests will make sure to make you sin.. After all they've been waiting for you.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

(Might make more i dont know yet)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Heir To The Throne

Summary: Sam’s had a hard day at work and needs to unwind...

Square: Creampie

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x reader

Word Count: 1,062

Warnings: mature (language, smut (dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie))

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​​​​

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Sam was in a mood when he stormed into your palace in Hell. You glanced over the top of your book, watching him go straight to the fridge and tear open a package of fresh demon blood in there.

“Rough day, baby?” you asked, turning the page over. 

“I discovered one of my most trusted demons has been working with my brother. Apparently his quest to save me from my ‘addiction’ never ends,” said Sam.

“Dean’s always been a worrier,” you said, scanning your eyes down the page, feeling Sam stop in front of you.

“Once again, why can’t I kill him?” he asked.

“Because I love him. You used to love him. I do not ask for much Sam. Your brother’s life is a small sacrifice to please me,” you said.

“You want to sleep with him?” he growled.

“He’s like my brother,” you said, rolling your eyes and shutting your book. You stood up and brushed past him, one of Sam’s long arms grabbing your wrist.

“What am I like?” he asked.

“My king to my queen,” you said, smiling up at him. “Use Henderson as a replacement. I trust him.”

“I don’t know Henderson that well,” said Sam.

“Do you not trust me?” you asked.

“No one I trust more, baby girl,” he said. He crashed his lips to yours and your could taste the blood, whacking his chest. 

“Gross. Wash your mouth out,” you said, going to the kitchen sink to wipe it off.

“I’ll wash my mouth out if you bend over and touch your toes like a good girl,” he said.

You stared up at him before you turned and did as asked. His large hands ran over your bare ass, a butt plug settled inside you comfortably, Sam gentle with you in way that reminded you of his human self. 

No clothes was another one of Sam’s requests but it wasn’t one you minded. Especially not with how often he would fuck you now.

The sound of his belt made you moan, thick cockhead sliding inside your pussy. He didn’t move and you stayed still, walls gripping his cock like a vice.

“Hold onto your ankles,” he said. You shifted position and the moment you were holding on, he grabbed your hips and slammed inside, balls slapping against you. He was rough, pounding away and you knew this wasn’t a fuck where you would be getting off. 

Not until you were begging for it.

You were surprised when he came so quickly, hot liquid filling you up. 

“Trying something new. I want my prince or princess, Y/N,” said Sam, pulling out but something large being pressed into you. It wasn’t a dildo and it was wide, wider than Sam, slipping deep inside of you before something flared touched you. “We’ll try plugging you up, see how that helps.”

“Yes, Sam,” you said, pulled upright, eyes fluttering when the blood rushed back down. Sam gave you a dirty kiss and flashed you a wink. “Wash your mouth out.”

“Yes, my queen.”

Six Months Later

“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” said Sam, coming up behind you as you fixed your hair in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his hands on the small swell of your stomach. “Soon we’ll have our little princess.”

“Do you think she’ll be like you?” you asked, Sam’s hand sliding down to your folds.

“I know you worry. I will always be here and so will you and demons will cower at her feet. She will never be safer,” he said. “I intend on giving her several more siblings. Her mother’s beautiful when she’s like this.”

“So I’m not beautiful-”

“Don’t twist my words,” he said, lightly rubbing your clit. “You are always beautiful but seeing you with a child, that’s downright sinful.”

“Said the boyking of Hell,” you smirked.

“Can I fuck you?” he murmured. “Fuck, I need to fuck you, Y/N.”

You nodded, Sam walking you back to the bedroom. The softness he’d obtained during your pregnancy made you believe there was some form of humanity left in him, some sliver that could never be killed.

You’d come to accept him for what he was but you didn’t mind the reappearance of your old Sam every now and again.

“Baby,” said Sam as you sat back on the bed. “Perhaps, we need to make a slight change to our usual lifestyle. I don’t wish to harm our princess.”

“You won’t. You’ve been so gentle with me since we found out,” you said.

“I understand but I still have fears. Let’s stick to...this, until she comes to us,” he said. He rolled you to your stomach and had you sit back on your legs, jutting your ass out in the air. He pressed a hand to the back of your neck and pressed your front down flush with the mattress, leaving enough room for your growing belly to rest comfortably.

You felt a wet finger probe at your ass and Sam pulled out the butt plug you always wore, a his coming from you as he ran his finger around the puffy rim. 

He was jerking himself off with his free hand and you wondered what he was up to. It was not often he didn’t use you to get his pleasure. You felt his tip press against your hole but he didn’t push inside and his hand on your ass was enough to know not to rock back and slip him in yourself. 

“Gotta fill up your other slutty little hole for now,” he said with a grunt. He groaned as you felt hot sticky warmth fill your ass. He was jerking off into your ass, giving you a creampie in the ass and you had to bite your bottom lip to keep from thrusting back on him. He slid in all the way as he finished, using his own come as lube. 

“Sam,” you breathed out, his cock giving one last spurt.

“Be a good cock warmer for me, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until I’m coming in this sweet ass all over again.”

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[spnfanficpond]

Author: @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

Summary: Dean said Sam could be saved. You just wanted to do right by your promise to the man you love, even if it won’t bring him back to you.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings (SPOILERS): Boyking!Sam, dark, violence, mention of death/murder

Word count: 693

A/N: It just happened. I take zero responsibility for any feels that may occur during the reading of this drabble.

[samwinlover-blog]

Of Dark and Broken Things- Part Two: A Man Named Sam Winchester

Pairing: implied/eventual Sam x reader Characters: Crowley, Dean, Sam, Cas, a few random demons and many many more Warnings: angst, violence, gore, drama, swearing Summary: (Y/N) has been different her entire life, and she knows it too. She’s grown up feeling like an outcast for the things she was able to do, the unnaturalthings she was able to do. But then she meets the Winchesters, and things are better for a while. Until they’re not. When (Y/N)’s past finally catches up with her, and the Winchesters have a front row seat to the madness, what’s going to happen next? And, more importantly, who’s able to survive the chaos? A/N: If you liked what you read, don’t hesitate to leave a comment:)

In the weeks following that dream, Chicago was wrecked by a string of natural disasters. Fires, storms, and even earthquakes, rocked the city to its core and left a trail of rubble in its wake. Everything, including your small apartment, was left with a layer of dust as the days went by. 

Chicago: the city you’d finally settled down in after a lifetime of running. The city where you’d gotten your first real job, your first real apartment, deposited your first real check and called your foster mother for the first time in years. This city was a home of firsts for you, and you knew its blood ran deep in your veins. 

So, that made it even more troublesome, that your abilities were somehow linked to everything that had happened to your beloved hometown. 

It didn’t make sense, it couldn’t have even been possible, but you knew they were connected. You didn’t have any actual evidence, only a feeling. A feeling so similar to the one you’d had in that bookstore in Phoenix so long ago, that you knew you’d be a fool to ignore it. To ignore what your gut was telling you to be true. 

But, none of that changed your initial shock and terror, when two armed men in flannels came bursting through your door one night. 

“What the hell?!” You kicked the blankets off your lap and jumped out of bed, “Who are you?!” 

When neither of them answered, just nodded to each other and kept their guns pointed at your head, you decided to take matters into your own hands- literally. 

You raised an arm, summoning everything dark and twisted within, and then closed your fist- expecting your veins to turn black from the sudden use of your power. But they didn’t. 

In fact, nothing happened at all. 

You looked at your hands, and then the two men standing in front of you, and tried again. Still nothing. 

It felt like there was a block, something unseen that was shoving your magic back down every time you tried to use it. You’d always struggled to control the darkness, to only let it out in small doses, but this was something different entirely. Deep in your chest, you could literally feel it screaming to get out, to be freed from whatever was holding it back. And, quite honestly, any other day it might have been a relief. 

But not then, not in that moment, because you still had two enormous men standing in the middle of your apartment with guns pointed in your direction. 

“Yeah,” The shorter one smirked, “That’s not gonna work anymore, sweetheart.” 

The taller one finished the sentence, with a glint in his eye you couldn’t quite place, “There’re so many hexes and spells cast over this place- don’t try anything stupid.”

You inhaled, suddenly terrified by the idea of what was coming next, “Who the hell are you?!” 

“My names Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean,” The tall one jutted his chin towards his brother, “And we hunt monsters like you for a living.” 

Wait.. ‘Sam Winchester?!’

                                                  One Week Earlier:

“Hell belongs to you, Sam...... you and another as well. Find her, go to her, find her, go to her.....” 

Sam jolted awake from yet another nightmare- every night, always the same for the past year and a half. There was a hooded figure, dressed in black with a willowy frame, calling out to him night after night. Sleep had never been his forte, but this was getting unbearable. 

At this point, Sam knew he wasn’t going to go back to sleep, so he stumbled into the kitchen and found his computer instead. Hunts had been lazy, slow, nothing more than quick salt and burns without any action for the past few weeks. And he knew that both him and Dean were itching for some action, in all honesty it was driving them nuts.  

When the two of them were alone, with nothing better to do, they seemed to focus on reality a lot more than usual. And, at that point in time, reality was god damn insanity. 

This was entirely due to Sam, and these strange abilities he now possessed. At first they were just visions, headaches and nothing more, but these visions started coming true. He’d see supernatural deaths before they happened, every single time. 

However, it was more than that- there were parts of it Sam hadn’t dared tell Dean. These parts were buried deep, but still were there, and the younger Winchester felt them calling to him every day. They whispered and whorled somewhere beneath his chest, and made the darkness feel inescapable. Like it was some form of fate even he could not cheat. 

                                                       The Present

Sam felt his finger tremble over the trigger of his gun, as if for the first time in his life he couldn’t bring himself to pull it. To shoot the barefoot girl standing in front of him in skimpy pajamas. 

But it wasn’t because of the way she looked, frozen there with her hand held up to stop them, there was something else about her as well. He’d called her a monster, but that had just been a front. In truth, when he looked into those night-black eyes, he felt a tug. A kindredness he’d never felt before in his life, not even with his brother. Or Jess. 

There was something about this girl, who looked to be around his age, maybe a little bit younger, that made him think twice. He could feel the parts of himself that he'd been running from wake up once more- those dark and glittering parts that now felt like a beast in his stomach. Pick her, she’s the one, she’s yours, they seemed to chant. 

Weeks before, he and Dean had pegged this case for a witch, and a god damn powerful one at that. The omens were everywhere: fires, earthquakes, storms, power outages- this girl had single handedly wrecked the city of Chicago. 

But now, staring at her from across the barely lit bedroom, Sam knew she wasn’t a witch. He didn’t know how, he just knew she was something else entirely. Something special- he just didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing yet. 

So, he tried, and failed, to follow his brother’s example- standing there with his face a mask of deadly serenity. He couldn’t bring himself to lower the gun, but he also knew he could never bring himself to pull the trigger. 

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[supernaturalau]

Beauty and the boy king pt 1

Warnings: Yandere Sam, Character deaths, Smut in a near future , overly obsessed Demon Sam.

Summary: Sam is obsessed with you and would do anything to get get you by his side. He wants you to rule beside him, to make you his one and only queen.

Pair: Yandere!Boyking!Sam x reader

Dean x reader

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In the bunker:

Y/n was hiding from the demons who were looking for her. She was tired, from the hiding, from the running, she couldn't take it anymore. "Found you" look up and see the demon looking down, reaching out for you "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!!" she shouted.

She closes her eyes and looks away. suddenly there was a gunshot sound across the room.

..........................................

Y/n pov

I look up and saw my husband with the gun, looking down at the demon.

"Dean," I said as I run to his arms and cry. Dean tries to comfort me "Everything will be fine, but we need to find benny and get out of here, ok?" He said with determination. I nodded at him and went behind him so he can shoot any demons that come at us.

~time skip~

after shooting some demons we heard yelling and gunshots from the other room. We walk to the room and found Benny hurt "Benny!" We ran towards him, dean was checking on him "You going to be ok" Dean whisper to him. Benny shook his head and look at us "Ill see you both on the other side" Benny whisper as he passes away. I had tears streaming my face 'Oh Benny, I'm so sorry this is my fault' I thought to myself.

We heard groaning from behind us and see the demon struggling to get up, dean walk over and kick the demon in the stomach and pulled his gun, aiming at the demons head. the demon looks at us with onyx eyes and smirks "He's going to kill you for taking what belongs to him and I hope he ki-" He got shot in the head by pissed off dean

"Dean I feel like this is my fault, maybe...maybe I should-" Dean hold my cheeks and may me look at him "Listen to me Y/n, this is not your fault, none of this is your fault," He said to me while wiping my tears away from my eyes.

We hear a sound from the center of the bunker. We were near the center of the room when Dean stop me and look at me with sadness in his eyes

"Y/n, whatever happens to me just know that I love you"

"Dean let me come with you" he shook his head and give me what could possibly be my final kiss.

3rd pov

Dean walk-in and saw so many dead bodies around the room. He stopped walking when he heard footsteps, he turns around and saw his brother looking down at him menacingly.

"Sam" Dean whisper "Hello Dean, it's been a while." "If you are talking about 3 year's then yes it's been a while." Sam reappears behind Dean and Dean turns around with his gun in front of Sam's face " Now  tell me where she is."

"You have to kill me to get to her" Sam grins "that can be arranged." He said as he put his hand around Deans' neck "any last word, brother." Dean looked down at him with strong cold eyes "Ill see you in hell." And just as he said that Sam snapped his own brother's neck.

Y/n could hear the body slumped down to the floor. Poke her head out real quick to see If the room was empty well...it was except for Deans' body in the ground.

She runs towards him and sobbed on his chest, "Oh Dean I'm so sorry" she could feel the guilt inside her. "Found you my little Dove" Sam whispers in Y/n ear "Sam-" She turned around and saw his onyx eyes looking down at her "Sleep," he said as She feels herself getting drowsy. Next thing I know everything turns black and I could hear Sam whisper.

"See you soon"

[sammywinchester5283]

So I’ve been trying to post this work for two days and for some reason mobile is deleting parts 🤦‍♀️

[kickingitwithkirk]

Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum

Pairing: Boyking!Sam Winchester x Reader x Knightofhell!Dean Winchester

Prompt: If you really wanna try it, experiment on me *Sense-Taste

Word Count: 3213

Warnings: 18+ cursing, dirty talk, flirting m/m f/m, kissing m/m m/f, oral m/f giving/receiving, p/v, p/a, dp m/f/m, grace/blood consumption, mentions of death/killing, wincest(kissing only)

**Blasphemy for content- if you are offended by religious tenets or altering of religious tenets please skip this story.

A/N: This is the original version I wrote for #bees5Ksenseschallange before realizing it was way over the max word limit. I’m linking the toned down other version too.

Edited version

Please drop me a comment, it’s appreciated.

A/N II: Latin terms: Puer Rex Infernum-boy king of hell. Regina Coeli- queen of heaven, Regina Infernum-queen of hell. Yeah, my Latin sucks

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway​​ -I flipped original version for story.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine

Sam entered the room without acknowledging his council walked straight to his throne throwing himself onto it.

“Get out.” He said flatly. They looked at each other confused. “Sir, you summoned us here...” The demon exploded in a cloud of fire and smoke before finishing.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Sam kept his voice level as he raised his left hand and placed his thumb against his middle finger ready to snap the rest of these sycophants out of existence.

Bowing deeply his subordinates back out of the room as fast as possible.

“What crawled up your ass and died today Sammy?” A disembodied voice inquired from a dark corner.

“Watch your mouth or you can get the hell out too Dean.” Sam says abrasively, not in the mood for his brother.

“Hey, I’m just concerned about you. That’s the fourth time this week you’ve called in the council and blew someone up.”

Sam tipped his head back, closing his eyes against the throbbing pain he felt. He barely hears the soughing of Dean's jeans coming towards him.

When he was human, Dean generally was loud on a regular basis unless they were hunting. As a demon, his brother can move so silently even the hell hounds, with their superior auditory senses, can’t detect him.

Dean stops next to his beautiful brother studying him. The strain of ruling hell by himself was showing the longer he sat upon this throne alone.

It had been over five decades since the Demon Curing Ritual had rendered Dean’s restraints useless allowing him to escape. After using a sigil to dispatch Castiel, he hunted Sam mercilessly throughout the bunker before knocking him out with that hammer.

Dean hauled his brother back to the dungeon and after securing him to the chair raided the infirmary searching for the blood transfusion equipment. He ignored a pleading Sam, finally begging to allow him finish the cure.

“Dean, I love you.”

He paused.

Dean’s green eyes shined with all the love he had always felt for his little brother, even before he was born saying, ”I love you too Sammy, but I like the disease,” proceeds to infuse him, pumping tainted blood until he couldn’t pass any more from his body, then sat back and waited.

The bunker's warding burned and its steel reinforced walls groaned from the pressure of an unseen power radiating outwards from the dungeon.

Receiving multiple calls of a strange glow the fire department arrived to find the multistory bunker reduced to nothing but smoldering rubble. When interviewed, the police chief decreed it to be a structure failure and the final resting place of its only known occupants, the eccentric Campbell brothers.

The inferno regions of the Underlands paled in comparison to the ferocity of the Winchester brothers as they stormed the Citadels hallowed halls.

Sam embraced his rightful place as the Puer Rex Infernum with his brother, The Knight of Hell, at his side for eternity.

Long live the Boy King of Hell.

Dean had been standing in front of him staring for nearly an half hour when Sam's sarcasm surfaced, “Take a picture, it'll last longer,” finally opening his onyx eyes. Dean knew he was physically in pain, Sam never wore those eyes otherwise when they were alone.

“What you need..”

“You made it obvious what you think I need Dean, they didn’t help.”

“How many did you get through?” His curiosity peaked.

“All of them.” Sam's voice was strangely dissociated.

Dean blinked in surprise, “You fucked all of them?”

“Fuck and drained, including the guards watching them.”

“Damn Sammy, I’m proud of you!” Dean couldn’t contain his elation, even after all these years, of his brother embracing this life.

Before giving in to their dark sides, Sam was his complete opposite when it came to sex. His encounters were few and far between, preferring, unlike Dean, to have a connection, not just a roll in the hay.

Sam should have been flying high on demon blood topped off by all that pussy and cock, but it was having the opposite effect. He was utterly melancholy.

Dean reached out and gently cupped his cheek, running a calloused thumb over his surprisingly soft, pink lips. Sam’s eyes shifted back to their engaging multi colored hues, softening with the forbidden love for his brother he’s always felt as he gazed at Dean.

Giving into temptation Dean leaned down to taste those lips, whispering against them, “Don’t worry baby brother, I’ll find what you need to stop your pain.”

Dean slammed the heavy ornate door of his private rooms having wasted his time on another fruitless, dead end pursuit. It had been nearly a year since he started his search with nothing to show for it but disappointment and a trail of corpses.

“You look like you need a drink.” A gruff voice called out from his bedroom.

***

Sam had negotiated a truce between Heaven and Hell shortly after taking over. Many of the stipulations we’re only known to the parties directly involved there was one specific item made public.

Someone was chosen to reside in the other's domain as a diplomatic hostage, anything happens to them, the truce was void and all out war would ensue on Earth.

Castiel was the obvious choice for Heaven, believing his close relationship with the brothers could be exploited. He was also granted the ability to freely go between Heaven, Hell and Earth.

What Heaven didn’t expect was his continued loyalty to the Winchesters after they became demons, informing his angelic brethren he refused to be a spy, saying he was neutral like Swedish fish.

Sam’s choice was controversial. He eventually convinced Heaven it was in their best interest for The Cage to be interred there. If it’s corrupted inhabitants were to escape, well, they’d be Heaven's problem to deal with.

Sam then eradicated all of Lucifer’s remaining followers, permitting Dean a public display of what would happen to those who challenged his reign.

***

Dean walked in to find the angel on his bed, casually reclining against the large headboard reading an ancient scroll.

“What are you doing in my bed Cas?”

“Waiting on you Dean.”

Dean’s talented tongue peaked out as he toed off his boots and climbed up onto the bed, crawling across to straddle the angels thighs leaning towards him, “Should've sent for me…” Castiel placed a firm hand in the middle of Dean’s chest halting him.

“I’m not here for that and have no intention of fornicating with you.”

“Come on, play with me Cas, you know you’re dying to know what it’s like to have a big cock deep down your throat,” Dean, using his whiskey roughened tone, blinks slowly as his sexy, makes women instantly wet smile graced his plush lips, “or would you prefer I slip it up that tight ass of yours, help you release those pent up frustrations? If you really wanna try it, experiment on me.”

“You're trying to provoke me only because you are frustrated,” Dean’s expression turned frosty, “but I have found information that will lead us to what you’ve been searching for,” Castiel holds up the scroll for him to read.

Dean takes the scroll from him frowning, “What language is this shit?” He asked, sliding off Cas onto the bed.

“An obscure form of an unpronounceable language. It has taken me the better part of the year and I called in several favors to gain access to Metatron. After persuading him to translate what he could of it, I have now obtained the location of the Regina Coeli.”

“Who?”

“The Queen of Heaven? You want me to take the Virgin Mary as my consort!”

Incredulousness was written on Sam’s face as he looked between Dean and Cas as they sat across from him in his private receiving room.

“I can just see it Sammy, you and the blessed mother. Damn, if we weren’t already in hell.” Dean smarted off, earning “It’s Sam,” and bitchface #127 in response.

Castiel released a long-suffering sigh at his friend's inappropriateness.

“No Sam, I was not referring to her nor the ancient sky goddesses erroneously given the illustrious title,” Cas points to a nondescript illustration of a woman seated upon the throne of Heaven, “I am referring to the one true queen God himself chose to rule over all of his domains in his stead.”

“Chuck's firstborn was an Archangel girl? What’d she do to piss off dear old dad, take the family car without permission for a joyride?” Dean's joke falls flat.

“The translation was vague on the specifics but she is not an Archangel, more of a composite, created from the Light and the Darkness. The rumors indicate she took the Darkness’s side in a disagreement between them. God banished her here as punishment with the stipulation that only a descendant of the First Ones of Father can lay a claim for consort and make her their queen.”

“First Ones? I thought those were the Archangels,” Dean asked, giving Cas a confused look.

“According to the eldest demons Lucifer did try on more than one occasion. Obviously, he was not the one nor any of the other rulers that followed.”

Traveling into the labyrinth beneath the Citadel, Castiel led them through an ancient part of the Underlands neither brother knew existed and stopped in front of a nondescript wall.

Dean cocked his head to the side scrutinizing it, “Fandamntastic wall Cas.”

“Yes, it is.” The Angel replied and walked through it.

Dean reached out his hand coming into contact with the solid surface, “The fuck?”

Castiel’s upper torso reappeared, “Coming Sam?”

Sam shrugs and stepping forward is pulled in. He finds himself in a large catacomb, torches placed statically around to illuminate it. He turns to ask Cas where they are and stops.

In the center sits a raised, polished, black marble obelisk.

Sam stands in front of it studying the carved inscriptions in the same language as the scroll. “It’s a nice piece of marble Cas.” He comments unimpressed.

Castiel did something strange. He smiled at Sam, a full on grinning like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland smile.

Sam’s ingrained hunter’s instincts kick in before his eyes shift to their onyx color, using his demonic powers to scan the area around them searching for an immediate threat but encounters something unexpected.

“I have been waiting a long time for you.”

Sam found himself standing in an expanse of pure white, it’s vastness of nothing surrounding him. There is the barest of sounds behind him and in what was empty space seconds ago now sits two high backed thrones. One is from illustration on the scroll, the other his. Sam wonders how he missed the fact they were matching except for color.

Drawing up to his imposing height ready to defend himself he walks towards them cautiously. Sensing no imminent danger Sam takes a seat upon his and waits for what is to happen next.

Sam's eyes snapped towards a subtle sound of feathers rustling beside him. On the throne sits a woman staring at him.

“Are you the Regina Coeli?” Sam inquires in awe that she isn’t anything like he imagined.

Slowly blinking Y/C/E, she nods once.

“Why did you bring me here?” Sam gestures to the empty space surrounding them.

“It was necessary, I have no other way of communicating otherwise.”

Sam cocked his head unable to figure out how she is projecting her thoughts to him.

Long ago he learned how to shield himself from others when one of the late Princes of Hell tried using a telepath to oust him from the throne. It had taken ages for the cleaners to remove all the bits left after Dean eviscerated them.

She dropped her chin given him a coy smile, “It is because you were made for me.”

“What do you mean made for you? I don’t understand.”

“The one who can claim me as consort is descended from the First Ones of Father and that is you.”

“The First Ones were the Archangels.”

“The Archangels were created from The Nothing. The First Ones of Father were created on Earth.”

“The First Ones...you mean Adam and Eve?”

“Adam and Lilith.”

“They didn’t have any children before God cast Lilith out as a demon.”

“Yes, they did. You and your brother are their descendants.”

“We’re descended from Cain and Abel...”

“Who were Lilith’s offspring, not Eve. It is why those directly descended from her were marked for the Apocalypse.”

Sam ponders this information a while, yet another piece of the puzzle that was their lives clicking into place.

“Lilith possessed free will, unlike Eve. It was passed on to her descendants as punishment.”

“And has led you here to me.”

“What's your name? I can’t just call you Regina Coeli.”

“Father gave me no name like his son’s, he only called me daughter.” She told him sounding sad, “what name do you like?”

“You want me to give you a name?” She nodded eagerly waiting for his answer. Sam looked at her contemplatively never having had a favorite female name, the only one that truly mattered in his life was Dean.

“I’ll call you Y/N.”

She stood up and moved to stand in front of Sam.

“Before you commit to this, know that this is a symbiotic relationship, you won’t need to feed on demon blood anymore, we’ll feed off each other.”

Y/N produces a knife more delicate than Ruby’s and runs it across her wrist leaking some of her grace, and offering it to Sam, he takes her arm and sucks on the wound briefly.

“But there’s one stipulation....”

“Whatever it is you can have it.” Sam breaths out, his body craving more than just a taste of her grace.

“All domains are mine, including the Underlands, as decreed by Father.”

Sam's eyes shifted onyx with displeasure, “Hell is my domain and I don’t play well with others who try to subvert me.”

Y/N smiled mischievously and climbed onto his lap, “I freely give it to you but remember, the others are mine and I don’t play well either. Do you agree to my terms?” she retorts in a dark, cheeky manner. Sam picks up her long braid, playing with the trailing silver ribbons tied around its end.

“Agreed.”

Sam and Y/N stepped through the wall to find a relieved Dean and pissed off Castiel, who took his leave.

As they traveled back to the Citadel Dean couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N. This would have normally angered Sam but she had informed him even though they were technically demons, Dean was still his soulmate so she could bond with him too if Sam wished.

After introducing her to the court, who insisted their bonding was completed in front of a witness, they retreated to Sam’s private chambers.

Dean moved in front of her, caressing her cheek and licked his plush lips, “She looks so sweet Sammy.”

Sam hums in agreement moving behind her drawing her flush against him and kissing along her neck asks, “You wanna taste Y/N Dean,” as he grips the material around her waist and lifts her dress upwards, slowly unveiling her body to his brother. Dean’s eyes dilate with hunger as it teasingly travels upward, revealing she is nude under it.

“Lift your arms,” Sam tells her and pulls it completely off, dropping it and resting his chin on Y/N’s shoulder and starts playing with her nipples as she wraps her arms behind his neck for balance, spreading her legs to give Dean access between them.

Dean dropped to his knees and looking to Sam for permission, runs his tongue over her outer lips, tasting that she’s already wet before parting them, making her quiver with pleasure.

“Dean loves the taste of pussy, he could eat you out for hours. Would you like that Y/N?” Sam moaned at her response, “He will later,” reaching down gripped his brother's short hair tugging him back roughly, “it’s my turn now.”

Sam laid back on his bed high on her grace as Y/N straddles him, pinning his arms down next to his head and leaned in brushing her lips across his in a tender kiss.

“Keep your hands to yourself till I’m done with you.”

She kissed down the long line of his neck pausing below his tattoo to tease his left nipple with her tongue before biting down making him shiver in pleasure. Sam’s cock hardened even more as her lips, light as the dusting of a feather, traversed downwards over his abs halting at the v of his hips and gripping his cock in her hand dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, tasting precum pearling out before taking just the head into her mouth sucking on it, her tongue over moving in random patterns over the sensitive nerves underneath it.

Sam groaned in pleasure feeling the sweetest sting of the blade along the crease of his leg, his hot blood pulsating to the surface. He watched as she released his cock, lowering her head and, without breaking eye contact, licked along the flowing wound, tasting his deliciously tainted blood.

Y/N continuously moved her hands over every bit of his skin she could reach while nursing at the wound. Sam started feeling light headed from being drained but at the same time euphoric with desire as he unabatedly cums on his stomach.

Dean, writhing in his seat observing them, presses down on his cock to deny himself cumming watches Y/N using her tongue to clean Sam’s spending's as he’s still spurting.

Resting her head on his hip Y/N asks Sam something making him smile, “Y/N wants to know if I will allow you to join us now,” his eyes telling Dean to hurry the hell up and get naked.

He strips in record time, climbs on the enormous bed straddling him behind Y/N, teasingly rubbing his cock through her folds. “How do you want us sweetheart? You want Sammy’s unrelenting cock pounding this scrumptious pussy and me down your throat?” Dean strokes her throat, “How about both us in your tight cunt, ravaging it together?” He trailed his left hand down Y/N’s torso and inserted two of his thick fingers in her feeling her clenching.

“Or maybe prefer me here,” tapping his cock head against her tight little hole before slipping his dripping tip in past the tight ring of muscle making her jolt then quiver with pleasure as she pushes back till he’s fully seated in her.

“That’s it, get nice and stretched out on my cock,” Dean bit his lip moaning as she worked herself up and down on him, “ ‘cause once Sammy’s been in here, you’ll know it for a long time.

Sam, unwilling to wait any longer, grabs his self and pushes in next to Dean’s thick fingers, ramming his massive cock into her drenched cunt, forcing her to stretch around him and not stopping until he was balls deep in her. Y/N gasped silently, overwhelmed by the sensations she hadn’t felt in millennia.

“Easy there tiger, we have eternity to play with our new toy.”

Forever tags: @donnaintx

[hoboal87]

Sam Winchester Masterlist

A/N: Unless noted otherwise, fics are canon compliant or adjacent, and it's "our" Sam

Elastic Heart* - Your life is turned up-side down when, out of sheer circumstance, a certain Winchester walks back into your life. Neither of you ever expected to see the other again, and you must come to terms with how your relationship ended, and the secrets unspoken between you. 

You Broke Us (mini series)* (au!Lawyer! Sam x wife!Reader) - Non-Hunting AU. You and Sam have been happily married for years, but when Sam starts focusing more on work you start to feel neglected.

The Tie* - You and Sam go on a long over-due date.

Carry On - When the boys go on a routine hunt, none of you expect it to change your lives forever. SPOILERS FOR 15X20 

Baby Mine - You and Sam prepare for the birth of your son. (set in the universe as “The Tie” and “Carry On”) but can be read as a stand-alone) SPOILERS FOR 15 X 20

Don't Speak.* (w/Dean Winchester) dark!au - You wake up in an unknown room with two strangers, and you don’t know what they plan to do with you. TW: Rape/Non-Con

Shadow - Sam hides a kitten in the bunker.

Need* (alpha!Dean x omega!Sam) - Dean survives The Barn, but at what cost? Written for the Pond's Secret Santa Fic Exchange

Invisible Strings (Boyking!Sam x f!Reader) - a drabble for @justagirlinafandomworld’s FlashFic Challenge.

You Broke Us, Part 2 (au!lawyer!Sam x wife! Reader) - The house was empty, cold, without Sam there. It’d been three days since he’d walked out on you, and you’d spent every moment in bed, calling him repeatedly, begging for forgiveness

The Assistant* (Lawyer!Sam x f!Reader) a drabble written for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentences Challenge. You have a crush on your boss.

You Broke Us* (au!lawyer!Sam x wife! Reader) - You thought you were happy, you thought Sam was happy. You loved him more than anything, but everyday was becoming more of a struggle.

*Contains Smut

​dividers by @firefly-graphics​

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Boss From Hell

Summary: After Hell rose up under the rule of Boyking Sam and took over the earth, the reader has found herself working for Hell Corp and trying to be as productive an employee as possible to save herself from death. When she gets a call to meet with Sam himself though, he has a new job for her, one involving seducing his demon brother...

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, threats, smut, angst

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Y/N. Sam would like to see you in his office,” said your boss, Todd. You swallowed, frozen in your seat. “Sweetie the longer you take the bigger odds he kills more slowly.”

“Right,” you said with a nod. “Um I’m almost wrapped up with the Johnson file but it’s final touches on the charts if you can do that after I’m, you know, dead.”

“Of course. I look forward to working together with you as a demon again,” he said. You swallowed and stood, Todd smiling. “All you humans are always so concerned about that. Trust me, this is better.”

“Looking forward...to it,” you said as you left your cubicle. Todd rubbed your shoulder before you went down the hall and out to the elevators. You were barely able to press the button down without shaking like a leaf. The doors shut quickly and you went down to the ground floor, quickly rushing over to a pair of large wooden doors where two demons in suits waited outside. They opened the doors for you and you forced yourself to step into the room.

It was no office. It had a lone chair and smelled faintly of blood. The doors shut behind you and you felt a presence close by.

“Y/N, isn’t it?” said Sam, his voice coming from directly to your right. He had a dark smile on his face as he walked in front of you.

“Yes sir,” you said as you lowered your head. He leaned down to get at your height and you shut your eyes.

“You think I’m going to kill you?” he asked. You nodded once and he laughed. “Well I do have a habit of doing that to most humans that come in here. I hear good things about you. Your bosses take credit for all of your work naturally but I know who puts in the long hours and does the real work. I’m quite impressed.”

“Thank you sir,” you said. He grabbed your chin and you looked up, Sam smiling back at you.

“I also know that you used your job here to help your human family. I don’t mind a rule broken here or there. You do work for Hell after all,” he said. He dropped your face and straightened himself up. “I’d like to promote you.”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you, sir,” you said. Sam smirked and you frowned.

“This isn’t an office job. You’re familiar with the resistance group known as W?” he asked. You nodded, used to seeing them all over the news. “My brother leads it. He’s...annoying. I’ve struggled to get a mole into his group for years. I feel as though you might be the one to help me change that.”

“Sir?”

“I want you to go undercover and gather intelligence for me.”

“Sir I thought…” you trailed off as he stared at you.

“Speak your mind. This only works if you tell me everything after all,” he smiled. You swallowed and nodded.

“I thought your brother was...a demon. A Knight of Hell,” you said.

“He is. He’s my second in command which is precisely why I want you to substantiate these rumors for me. Use any means necessary. Sex tends to work with him,” he said.

“You want me to have sex with a demon?” you asked, Sam releasing a booming laugh.

“Oh you’re so adorable. I want you to do whatever the fuck you have to in order to get close. The demon version of him is a little...slutty so use that to your advantage,” he said.

“Okay?” you said.

“You’re dismissed,” he said. He started to walk away and you opened your mouth. “Do not make me ask twice.”

You quickly left and went back to your cubicle, Todd surprised to see you still alive and human.

“Hey! You didn’t die! That’s good! Was this about the promotion I mentioned for you,” he smiled. “I bet it was.”

“Yeah,” you said wit a nod. “I um, got a promotion. I’m not working under you anymore though. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright kid. You’re gonna do great things in upper management,” he said. “You mind finishing up that last report for me before you go?”

“Yeah, sure thing, Todd.”

You sighed as you stepped in front of your closet mirror that night. Sam had texted you some more information on Dean. You weren’t to come into work anymore unless he asked you to. You were a simple human now that had plenty of cash and resources and didn’t give a fuck about anything.

You spun around and winced at the shirt you had on. The backless shirt you had on. The last time you’d worn it was on a girls night to the club and you’d had an amazing time. But that was fun and a simple little backseat quickie with a handsome guy. This felt like you were selling your body.

“If I don’t go, he’s gonna torture me and kill me. If I do...I might get really hot sex and I might get to be safe from bad shit. Okay. Okay. I’m having sex with a demon tonight. I can’t believe I just said that but it’s happening. Okay. Here we go. Let’s do this. Let us do this,” you said, making a face. “Ah, why’d I have to be good at my job. Fuck.”

You took a deep breath and put on a pair of five inch heels, hair and makeup already done.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you said as you headed out to the club known for hosting demons.

“Two shots of vodka and an old fashioned,” you said at the bar thirty minutes later. The demon behind the bar nodded and you felt the eyes on your back. Lots and lots of black eyes in meat suits on your back. You threw back the shots once you got them, chugging the old fashioned before you got another.

“Rough day, princess?” asked a demon in a suit. He ran a finger up your spine and you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t think princess said to touch,” said a voice. You turned your head and recognized the red shirt immediately. Dean Winchester, Knight of Hell and Sam’s righthand man. “Get lost.”

The demon took off and you got your drink, sipping it slowly as Dean came to lean back against the bar next to you.

“You know this is a demon bar, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I ain’t your sweetheart. Sweetheart,” you said. You drank half your glass before you set it down. He smirked and picked it up, finishing it off. “That was mine.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he said. He waved his finger and two shots of brown liquor were in front of you quickly. “You want to have tonight sweetheart?”

“Oh, you might be the Knight of Hell but I ain’t your typical girl,” you said. You took your shot in your hand and he smirked as he picked his up.

“I’ve heard it before. Let’s see if you live up to the hype,” he said. “Cheers.”

“Cheers, demon boy,” you said, clanking your glasses together.

“Another round. I like this one.”

“I said down,” you growled thirty minutes later in the room above the bar. You bit at his neck and rolled your hips, Dean thrusting up into you as you sucked his skin hard. “I. Said. Stay. The. Fuck. Still.”

He groaned as he released himself in you, your walls squeezing him, his tip hitting your g-spot and giving you a nice, deep orgasm. You kissed his marked up skin as you moved a few more times, smirking as you sat up. His hickey disappeared and he smiled, laughing to himself.

“Wow. You are not like other human girls,” he said. 

“Demon or not, a bottom loves an in charge top,” you said. “Now I think it’s time you cleaned up the mess you made.”

You slid off of him and crawled up the bed, settling yourself over his face. He immediately starting eating you out, his tongue swirling and diving deep. You came quickly and he licked up your juices until you were sure there was nothing left.

“Good demon,” you said as you rolled off of him. He sat up on his elbows as you walked over to get dressed.

“Y/N,” he said. You tensed. You hadn’t told him your name. You looked over your shoulder and his smile seemed...sad almost. “Marcy’s 30th birthday. You went out with your friends. We uh, we had some fun in my car.”

“Blue flannel guy,” you said as it came back to you. “Wait, were you a demon-”

“No,” he chuckled darkly. “That improvement came later. Something about you in that shirt I can’t resist apparently, human or demon.”

“I live in town if you’re ever…”

“Looking for a fuck?” he asked. “I don’t have too hard of a time getting those.”

“There’s a difference between a fuck and a good fuck. How am I batting so far?” you winked.

“Two for two,” he said with a smirk. “Why’s a nice human girl like you in a place like this? I remember the hot sex. I remember the backseat cuddling too.”

“The demons are in charge, Dean. Hell won. I want to be on the winning side of this thing. You guys tend to fuck better too so there’s that.”

“The boyking is in charge. He’s the one to worry about,” he said.

“Isn’t he your boss?”

“I suppose. Change the guy’s diapers and this is how I’m repaid. Fucking vice president of this shit hole,” he said. 

“Well, you’re hotter,” you said.

“He’d kill you for that you know. I should kill you for insulting him like that,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. He got out of bed and you stared up at him when he walked in front of you. “You’re still hotter.”

“He gets a lot of credit for being smart. Most everyone’s always thought he was more intelligent. I mean how obvious was he trying to send a mole after me?” he said. You didn’t move a muscle and Dean brushed your hair behind your ear. “Your only give away was getting out of bed and not trying to cuddle. I can’t blame you for that.”

“There’s no point in me trying to lie, is there,” you said.

“No, not really,” he said. 

“Please kill me quickly,” you said. You shut your eyes and swallowed. “Please.”

“I think you’re going to come home with me and we’ll decide the answer to that. Get dressed. Now.”

Twenty minutes later Dean was leading you by the arm into a relatively normal looking home. He cut through the house and over to a kitchen table, dragging a chair out and setting it in the middle of the room. You sat down, Dean grabbing another one and swiveling it around to face you. He straddled it and sat down, lifting up a finger. He pointed it at you and curled it, your arms tight by your side.

“Understand?” he said. You nodded and the pressure came off of you. You set your hands in your lap, Dean looking you up and down. “I can’t blame you. Your options were agree to be a mole or death. It’s not really a choice at that point. He kills his loyal followers most slowly too I’m sure you’ve heard.”

You stared at him and he smiled.

“How about we come to a...similar agreement,” he said. You shut your eyes and he chuckled.

“You feed Sammy whatever information I tell you to and I will allow you to continue to live,” he said.

“Not much choice there either,” you said quietly.

“Do you know where he gets his powers from? Demon blood. Guess who’s blood he likes the most,” said Dean. He wiped his thumb over his forearm and you saw a scar appear. “I am sick of being his blood bank.”

“It keeps you weak, doesn’t it,” you said. “It’s why he does it. It’s why you haven’t challenged him.”

“Perceptive aren’t you,” he said. You knew he respected strength and you were valuable to him now. You stood up and he watched you carefully. You walked past him and felt a pressure keeping your arms by your sides but that was it. You could move forward, you could turn your head.

“You’re more than weak,” you said. He growled but you took a step forward and another, only stopping when his hand caught your arm. “I find it hard to imagine that the Knight of Hell gets that much power zapped when some blood gets taken from him. You’re weaker than the lowest level demon.”

“He did something to me. Now who’s side do you think I’m on? Demons? Or yours?”

“What’d he do.” He rolled his eyes and you shrugged him off. “Maybe I can help.”

“I am barely demon. He made me harmless. I keep him fed and that’s all I am anymore. He thought I was going to fuck him over. Well his big fuck up was nearly changing me back. Fuck him and fuck the demons. I’m gonna be in charge.”

“Are you going to end the world or just play dirty in it?” you asked. He smirked and raised his chin.

“You know I’m not as bad as him. I’m the lesser of two evils. You...want to help me. Oh, that’s even better than I thought. Shit, I could turn you in and probably get him to back off of me,” he said. You held your ground and he nodded. “Good. You know I was bluffing.”

“We can help each other,” you said. He rested a hand on your hip and gave it a squeeze. “I’m not your personal slut.”

“Understood. No reason we can’t indulge in a little fun while we work together though,” he said. He moved his hand aside and nodded. “I assume you want something for this.”

“What?”

“What do you want? Money? Power?”

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore. Everyone is always so afraid of what the demons will do to us. If you’re in charge, you and the other demons can play in our world but this is a human world again. Understand?”

“If my brother goes bye bye, Hell will go back to as it was. I swear on my soul,” he smirked.

“Alright then,” you said. 

“Well, now that we got the dirty talk out of the way, how about I make you come screaming my name again?”

“How about you go upstairs, edge yourself and tomorrow when I come back, maybe I’ll be nice and let you get off,” you said. 

“As you wish,” he said. “Don’t bother locking up. Nobody steals from us.”

“Dean,” you said as he headed upstairs. “Don’t fuck me over on this.”

“He’s not Sam anymore. I like you a hell of a lot more than him right now,” he said. “Wear something you don’t mind me tearing to shreds when you come by tomorrow.”

“We’ll see, demon boy.”

You swallowed as you followed Dean up to his bedroom the next night. You’d spent the day researching and understood what Sam had done to make him barely demon as he put it. One more shot of the right kind of blood and he’d be human.

“Y/N,” said Dean as he stepped aside and you saw a large bed. He grabbed your clutch and opened it, frowning when he pulled out the syringe of blood. “What exactly were you going to do with this? I thought we had an understanding.”

“You can help me. If you’re human then I know for sure you’re-”

“If I’m human, he knows it’s me. He knows it’s you. He’ll destroy us both. I am so much more valuable as a demon and this? This causes trust issues, sweetheart.” He snapped the syringe in his hand and you tried to take a step back, Dean slamming the door shut with his finger. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m in charge and if you don’t like that, too fucking bad. Understand?”

“Yes,” you said. He walked until your back hit the door, a dark smile on his face as he peered down at you. 

“Now how about-Fuck!” he shouted as you stabbed the syringe from your back pocket into his leg. You ran past him and over to a bathroom door, Dean falling down to the floor and clutching his body. He passed out and you looked around, Dean coming around quicker than you were expecting. You ran over and took out the pair of restraints from your pocket and put them on his wrists. Dean groaned as you tugged them taught and stepped back. He got up to his knees, black eyes staring at you that dissipated into deep green ones. 

He shook his head out and took a few breaths, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily.

“Y/N? From the car?” he said. He looked around and down at his wrists. “What the hell is going on?”

“You don’t remember a thing?” you asked. He shook his head and swallowed. “What do you remember?”

“Sammy was...that can’t be real,” he said. “None of that is real.”

“Dean, your brother is the boyking of Hell and he rules not only Hell but earth too,” you said. He shook his head and you stepped closer. “You were a demon. I turned you human just now. Sam made you demon but kept you only kinda demon I guess for your blood. You sounded like you wanted to help and I’m sorry but you were too dangerous as a demon to work with.”

“What do you mean boyking?” asked Dean. You sighed and pulled out your phone, Dean’s breath hitching as you showed him the articles about your demon overlords. “This can’t be happening.”

“It is. I need your help. I know you hunted monsters. I need you to hunt this monster down with me.”

“You mean my brother,” said Dean. You nodded and leaned down, Dean holding out his hands. “Let me go. Please.”

“Are you going to tell Sam?” you asked.

“You have no idea what you just did,” he said. “This mark? On my arm? Eventually, I’m gonna lose it and I’m gonna kill anything in my way.”

“Then we get it off.”

“There is no getting it off. The only way to get it off is if somebody else takes it from me,” he said. “You can’t trust me as a human.”

“Are you kidding me? I just risked my life to save you.” He sighed and snapped the plastic ties, shakily getting to his feet. You stepped back and he held up a hand.

“We got some time before I go ballistic. Probably a few months. If we can get this thing off my arm...somehow...we might have a chance.”

“Then let’s get that off your arm,” you said. He nodded and smiled at you. “What?”

“I always had a good feeling about you was all. Let’s get out of-” he said as you heard a creak down the hall. You both looked out the bedroom door and saw Sam there.

“Y/N, Y/N...I should have known you’d be drawn to him. Now I have to kill him,” said Sam.

“Sammy, don’t,” said Dean, Sam suddenly by his side and snapping something. Dean dropped to the floor and you backed into a wall.

“Give him a minute. He’ll wake up all demon again real soon. This time, he’ll do as told,” said Sam. “He’s very...pliable when he first comes into his new life.”

“Pliable my ass,” said Dean as he yanked Sam down to the floor. Sam grunted and you dove into the bathroom, a lot of smashing and crashing going on in the bedroom. It went quiet and you swallowed when you heard footsteps. You looked up, Dean staring down at you, his eyes narrowed. “You followed the plan very well. I knew Sam was watching and he did exactly as expected.”

“Is he dead?” you asked.

“No. He’s going to detox now and when he’s done, he’ll be a simple little human,” said Dean. “As for our, arrangement...your family and friends are safe. Demon corp is no more.”

“Okay,” you said with a nod, wondering how the hell you were going to help either one of them now. Sam sounded like he was screwed but you knew deep down it wasn’t his fault. He was manipulated and you couldn’t blame him for that entirely. Dean, well him you just needed some blood and then you’d have time to get the mark off of him.

“Pack a bag,” he said. You raised an eyebrow and smirked as he squatted down. “I like loyalty. You’re loyal to me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“I’m still not your slut,” you said.

“Didn’t say you were,” he said. “And I said pack a bag.”

“Why?”

“Because you just gave me Hell. I’m gonna give you whatever you want as my second in command.”

“Excuse me?”

“I feel like this is going to be the start of a great relationship, sweetheart,” he said as he flashed you a wink. “Don’t you? I’ll be by your place in an hour whether you’re ready or not.”

He walked out and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Well shit.”

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[lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean]

Fic Masterlist ~ WIP

This masterlist is a MAJOR WIP but I wanted to get something slapped together to make my stuff easier to find. This ain't pretty but it's a start!

The George West Series

Sam Winchester x OC

Listed in chronological order from Sam's perspective.

The Prequel Paradise Story One From My Eyes Off ~ Part One Story Two La Pomme: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Sam Winchester x Reader Inserts

Carry On (Big angst and some fluff)

Searching For You ~ Sam's 38th (angst and fluff)

Wedding Gift (Pure fluff and humor)

Bored (Humor)

Safeword (Fluff)

Frivolous Spending (Humor)

His Queen (18+) (BoyKing!Sam x reader)

Dramatic (Fluff)

How I Met Your Father (A bit of pro-john fluff)

Jerk (Fluff and humor)

Blood Magic (Smut)

Slash Fiction (Smut)

Sam Winchester x OC Drabbles

Doublemint (Humor)

No Pairings

Make A Wish ~ Sam's 38th, drabble (Fluff/Friendship and humor)

[luciisthebest]

Boy King

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Demon!Reader

Summary: As the Kings consort you have very few responsibilities but betray the King and his wraith will fall down upon you.

Warnings: ANGST, violence, mentions of blood, language, some violence against a woman. It’s another dark fic.

Word Count: 1,096

A/N: Well it looks like I’m on a roll. Here is yet another dark fic with more angst. Anyways I hope you guys like it and please feel free to leave some feedback.

The King had summoned you. Not that you cared, he would just have to wait. Very few could defy the King but being his consort had its benefits. It was always some new game with him, but you were truly pissed at him this time. He felt it was ok to ignore for over a week and as revenge you had screwed his brother. You had absolutely no regrets, it had been worth every second of sexual debauchery that had occurred.

As you wandered the halls of Hell, you smirked as demons averted their eyes. Even though you weren’t much powerful than them, they knew if even one of them laid a hand on you their King would tear them to shreds. Smiling at the fear in there eyes, you headed for your bedchamber. If you were going to face the King you were going to do it looking like a queen.

Entering your closet, you let your hands trail across the clothes hanging on each side of you. You had to find the perfect outfit. Heading to the back of the closet you found the perfect piece, a black leather coat. The top was made of a leather corset and sheer long sleeves, the back extended all way down to your feet giving the appearance of a skirt, leavening the front completely open. Adding a pair of matching leather pants, you then went in search for the perfect shoes. It didn’t take you long to find them, they were your favorite pair of stiletto knee high leather boats. With a five inch heel they made you look tall and dominating. Looking in the mirror you smirked in satisfaction, all that was missing was your signature red lips. Picking up your tube of lipstick you generously applied the dark shade of red to your lips. Everything was perfect and yet you felt like something was missing. There was one thing, one thing that would make this outfit absolutely perfect. Walking over to the glass case that was beside your bed, you opened the lid protecting you most precious item. A crown black as death sat on satin the color of blood. At your touch, the gems came to life. In the center of each gem, it looked as if a fire lived with in it. Placing the crown upon your head, you again surveyed your appearance in the mirror. You may not be the true queen of Hell but you certainly looked like it. Now it was time to make your grand entrance. 

Slamming the doors open to the throne room you stormed in, interrupting whatever was going on.

At your approach the King looked at you with a smirk. “Consort.” His voice was filled with amusement.

“Boy King.” You fired back with a glare.

All signs of amusement on Sam’s face disappeared at the sound of your defiant voice. “Everybody out.” He glared at the demons still in the room. It took only moments for the demons to make their exit, not wanting to experience the wraith of the King.

Silence fell as you glared at Sam. Anger was brewing in his eyes as he stared down at you. “So I hear you decided to have a tryst with my brother.”

You folded your arms as you rolled your eyes. “And if I did? I was under the impression you didn’t give a shit.” Your words dripped with venom and anger.

Sam stiffened at your words. Standing up from his throne he approached you. “I am your King, and you will address me as such.” He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. In his anger his eyes had turned yellow, revealing the monster within.

“And I am your consort, you should treat me as such.” You hissed as you yanked your chin out of his grasp.

Sam narrowed his eyes at you as his anger grew. “And yet as my consort you decided it was ok to fuck my brother.” Sam grabbed the hair at the base of your neck pulling you against his chest.

Wincing in pain, you chose you next words carefully. “I was just trying to get your attention Sam. No matter what I did you ignored me. It was my last ditch effort.” You hoped Sam would believe your words, but he had a look in his eyes that told you bad things were coming.

The vein in Sam’s neck throbbed as he looked down at you in disgust. “I trusted you. I brought you into my bed and I made you my confidant. And you betrayed me.” He threw you down onto the ground. “I can not let your actions go unpunished. Dean has already been taken care of now it’s your turn.“ Sam smiled cruelly at you as his yellow eyes glowed down at you. Turning his back on you he ascended his throne, dismissing you.

“You can’t do this.” You shouted as you scrambled to your feet.

Sam spun around with a snarl. “I am your King, I can do as I wish.” Snapping his fingers, two demons entered the room with their heads bowed. “Take her to the dungeon and place her in chains. Do not lay a finger on her otherwise, that is for me and me alone. I will have the pleasure of hearing her screams for mercy.” He waved his hand in dismissal not sparing you a second glance.

As the demons grabbed ahold of your arms, you fought against them. “You can’t do this to me.” You screamed as the demons attempted to drag you out of the room. “I am your consort, you have no right!” You broke the demons hold on you and ran up the stairs to the throne. Reaching out to Sam, you were caught off guard when he back handed you across the face, sending you sprawling to the floor.

Without even looking at you he sat back down on his throne. “Remove this traitor from my sight.” He ordered the two demons cowering in front of him.

The demons lifted you by up by your arms and began dragging you away. You stared at Sam in desperation, hoping he would change his mind. Blood poured from the cut on your cheek where he had hit you and it mixed with the tears that were pouring down your cheeks. Sam only stared down at you with hatred and as the doors to the throne room began to close, the last thing you heard was Sam’s cruel laughter filled with the promise of pain.

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