#Sam Wescott

[mrsaltieri-real]

That’s it. That’s the post. Whose YOUR favourite murder boy?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Since we’re asking for slasher rankings from our favorite smut-writing final girl… Slasher that gives the best head? Slasher that’s the loudest in bed? Slasher that’s the neediest? ;3

Wow how did you manage to ask three questions where the answer to all is Sam Wescott from You Might Be The Killer?

For real I have held the headcanon for the longest time he is Godly at oral, he would not be able to hold back and would be very loud and he is also, very, very needy.

[lightofthemoonglow]

kinktober day seventeen

Threesome or moresome | Fisting | Vore

Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott

dedicated to the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan

The head counselor. The head cook. The only nurse. The top three positions of authority at this camp. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, she calls them. Sam is their Kirk, being the actual leader that is the glue holding them all together, the balance between the other two. Buddy is their Spock, the pragmatic one that isn’t as expressive, but there’s so much heart to him underneath that exterior. And she’s the McCoy, the whirlwind with a big mouth and bigger emotions. They’re all passionate people though, the three of them somehow having found a way to make it work enough that people want to work with them, the kids want to come back. It’s easy, yet it feels like it takes over everything when they’re all together.

Of course there are rumors. There have been since the first day they had come together, forming the power trio. But only after the whispers had died down did they come true.

–-

“What are you two troublemakers up to?”

Sam ambles over to the lakebed, where a canoe is parked. Steve had asked someone, anyone, to finish testing out the lake gear after he had needed to rest his ankle after incurring an extremely minor injury involving a gopher hole. Lucky for him, Taylor the crafts counselor was helping him in these trying times.

It's the last day of setup before the kids arrive. In fourteen hours, they'll be here and their time will be consumed for the next couple of months. There will be very little personal time for a while.

"We are celebrating a perfect score on the safety inspection." She smiles up at Sam, languid and slow as she beckons him to join her and Buddy on the blanket laid out on the ground. It’s one they’ve laid on countless times, having been ruined by paint and glitter their first summer together. It’s strange how time has become divided between before and after they met. She’s on her back, knees bent as she looks up at the sky as Buddy sits normally, one knee bent and the other leg flat on the ground.

Sam joins them, sitting on her other side. It's a familiar layout, her in the middle. One of the photos on the homepage of the camp website is of the three of them, her arms around their backs as her head rests on Buddy's chest, though she's looking up at Sam, the camera catching her mid-giggle.

"Kids are due tomorrow. Gonna be the last time we have any privacy for weeks." Buddy sighs, gazes out at the water. He shifts around, his head going into her lap, a place he's familiar with. "And then it's back to the city." He's got a fancy restaurant gig lined up at the end of the summer. As it turned out, one of their returning campers had a father who owned this swanky place and constant talk about Buddy's meals had eventually gotten the guy to call him. After years of sticking it out at various places that weren't nearly as nice, it was good for him to have a win. But that would mean not seeing each other for a while, not until around wintertime.

"You make it sound like you're marching to your death." Sam tries to joke, but it is very clear how he feels about the gang splitting up. He moves to grab a bottle of water but pricks his finger on a burr. "Ow!"

"Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?" She jokes, but it's not really a joke. The time is now, and they all know it. It's now or maybe never because so much could change in the next several months.

"Yeah. I do." Sam's voice is serious, he knows the implications, what it could lead to. But it's dark, the camp is quiet, it feels like they're the only people in the world right now.

Her mouth is soft, gentle against his. Buddy looks up at them, sort of but also not really trapped between their bodies. It's not for long, because Sam pulls back soon, his lips smeared with cotton candy lipsmackers. There's no going back now, it's like Eve biting the apple. The line is gone, all pretense is out the window. It's at the bottom of the lake, alongside the paddle Steve broke last summer.

"I think I…" Buddy can't even come up with a convincing lie, he knows what he wants and they know it too. She leans up, he leans up and he can taste both her and Sam on her mouth, bringing forth a soft moan and Buddy gripping a handful of her hair.

It's not going to be like in a bad porno. It's not a V, it's a triangle. Their first summer, as if to foreshadow what was to come, she had insisted that love triangle was a stupid phrase to refer to two people fighting over another. A triangle is complete, it's when everything flows together perfectly. Those situations are a love V because two points never meet. Buddy and Sam kiss like they've done it for eons, falling together as naturally as she had with them.

If they leave the blanket, the spell will be broken, so that's where they stay. It's where it all began, it is where it will come to the natural conclusion. It could have only ended this way.

She's between them once again, all of their shorts pushed down, her shirt pushed up as Sam's hands grope at her bare tits. No need for a bra in the summer, she'd said over and over again. Buddy's cock is rutting between her thighs as he spits into his hand to jerk Sam off. She's kissing the both of them as much as she can, they're kissing each other, it's a mess of drool and teeth. Sam's hand goes between her legs, searching for her clit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Buddy grunts, kissing her neck in between words. "Should I -?"

"No." She doesn't care, there's no risk. Nothing matters right now, and she encouraged him without uttering a word after her brief insistence that he come all over her thighs. The mess can always be cleaned up after all.

But it's Sam that comes first, shooting off all over her belly and Buddy's hand. She's so close and yet Buddy beats her to the punch, smearing her inner thighs and the blanket with his spend. Before she can even protest, a hand from each of them is between her legs and she's coming with a sharp cry that scares away a small flock of sleeping birds.

There's no awkward silence afterwards, merely some smiles and a suggestion that they clean off in the lake. It was always meant to end this way, after all and now all they need to do is wait for another moment like this to come around.

[tinalbion]

🎧,🎭,🤗 and 💘! <3

Nat! My little Shorty! Ahh thank you for sending in an ask!

🎧 A song you associate with a slasher.

So I've been on and off writing a thing for Freddy Krueger x OC, and the playlist I have is Mr. Sandman (naturally) by SYML because it just has that overall haunting tone that makes you feel uneasy but also like you're drifting to sleep, an absolutely perfect combination.

🎭 If you could own one slasher mask which would it be?

I desperately want the Woodcarver mask from the movie You Might Be the Killer, it looks totally stunning, and not a lot of people, if any, would really have this prop! I already have Leslie Vernon's mask, so that one has been crossed off!

🤗 Which slasher do you think gives the best hugs?

I just have a feeling Nathan Wallace would? Again, I'm mostly choosing from the ones I write for, and thinking about it, he's very caring and really loved his wife until she passed, he's a father and deeply cares for his daughter. He would just seem that he could allow you and himself to be vulnerable and I love that. I need a really good hug so bad rn.

💘 The slasher you’d MOST like to meet IRL.

Me being me, the indecisive idiot that I am, I'd have to choose 2. Both are on opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to personality. Freddy Krueger and Sam Wescott. I feel that I'd get along with them both for very different reasons, those two are like a different side of a coin in the way I am, but that's just me personally.

[ao3feed-petermj]

Non-Linear Problems

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/p4IR5Be by alexndr_writes Peter always knew something felt wrong under his skin. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, forgotten memories kept trying to rise to the surface. He tried to push them down with Clorox wipes and witty humor, but nothing could change the past. OR: Peter developed OCD after Skip Wescott touched him as a child. He blacked the memories out, but they’re slowly coming back during a pivotal moment of his life: College applications. With his OCD getting worse, his Spider-Man duties piling up, and his relationship with MJ on rocky ground… you could say that Peter isn’t doing too well. Will Tony and the others notice him drowning before it’s too late? Words: 1079, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 6 of It's Just a Thing Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Skip Westcott Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker has OCD, Mentioned Skip Westcott, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Past tense NO PRESENT ASSAULT, Protective Michelle Jones (Marvel), Established Relationship, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Therapy, Mental Health Issues, Recovery, Academic Validation, Burnout - Freeform, PAY ATTENTION TO TWS read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/p4IR5Be

[mirandamckenni1]

Through the Fire and Flames (Official Video) - Mia x Ally After our covers of this song received nearly 100 million combined views we knew we had to make a full version! Come see us play it live on tour this fall! Credits: Video: David 'speve' Kayne Track and mix: Ricky Jab Electric violin: @MiaAsano Bagpipes: @PiperAlly Tour dates: miaxally.com 10.25 - Albany, NY - The Egg 10.26 - NYC, NY - Gramercy Theatre VIP 10.29 - Hopewell, VA - Beacon Theatre 10.30 - Asheville, NC - Grey Eagle Tavern 10.31 - Charleston, SC - Music Farm 11.2 - Jacksonville, FL - Jack Rabbits 11.5 - New Orleans, LA - House of Blues 11.7 - San Antonio, TX - Sam’s Burger Joint 11.8 - Dallas, TX - Deep Ellum Art Co. 11.9 - Oklahoma City, OK - Beer City Music Hall 11.10 - Kansas City, MO - Voodoo Lounge 11.12 - St. Louis, MO - Delmar Hall 11.14 - Louisville, KY - Headliner’s Music Hall 11.15 - Knoxville, TN - Bijou Theatre 11.16 - Cincinnati, OH - Ludlow Garage 11.17 - Nashville, TN - Eastside Bowl 11.18 - Atlanta, GA - City Winery 11.20 - Washington, DC - Union Stage 11.21 - Philadelphia, PA - Ardmore Music Hall 11.22 - Amherst, MA - The Drake 1.05 - Boston, MA - Brighton Music Hall 1.06 - Derry, NH - Tupelo Music Hall 1.07 - Burlington, VT - Higher Ground 1.09 - Montreal, QC - Foufounes Electriques 1.10 - Toronto, ON - Annabel's 1.11 - Syracuse, NY - Wescott Theatre via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVOBpboqCgQ

[f1nalboys]

AHHHHH! HEY B! So, so, SO happy to see your requests are open again! I cannot believe you are gonna start writing for Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott, it seems too fucking good to be true! I adore your stuff and adore those boys so this is gonna be an amazing combo holy shit.

Let's get into it. Poly!Camping boys! But let's get into some early poly shit with them, like the reader is a hinge, is seeing both, both are aware of each other but aren't involved with one and other yet, both sharing the reader solo. However, the two of them are just a bit jealous of the other. Both get into the bad habit of trying to outdo eachother physically. Sam eats you out so well you squirt and nearly pass out and Buddy get's wind of it? I guess that means Buddy is just gonna have to fuck you so good that you cry.

In short. Jealousy. Possessivness. Multiple Orgasms. Body Worship. Spoiling The Actual Fuck Outta The Reader. (Also fem reader if you don't mind I fucking love you thank you so much byeeeee)

Oh boy, Bex! This is a long one, like,,, really long, I just couldn't help myself!!! I loved this request so much, jealous Sam and Buddy makes my little heart pitter patter. I hope this lives up to all your expectations and more!!

WORD COUNT: 3027 (told yooooouuuuu)

WARNINGS: nsfw, fem!afab!reader, oral (amab and afab recieving), threesome, pre poly!camping boys, squirting, slight degradation and praise, jealousy, edging, sam gets taken care of <3, implication of more sex, not proofread and im sure theres more things im forgetting to add so my apologies

Sam knew what he had agreed to. You told him that there was another guy, one you had feelings for and one you weren’t willing to NOT be with. You told him that you liked him, really liked him, and that you didn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable situation with that, so if he wanted out that’s all he had to say. But he didn’t want out. Being with you was different then the others he had been with. So he figured that he could get over the lingering feelings of jealousy and anxiety and stick with it for you.

And then you had mentioned him. A passing comment, one he had asked for, but it still gave him a sense of…betrayal. He had asked how your day had been knowing you had seen him, some guy named Buddy, and you had answered. “Good. Y’know, he and I actually tried something earlier and god it felt good. Apparently he has a ‘natural talent’ for it. Think you’d be up for a little experimentation?”

Sam knew you didn’t mean anything by it, but hearing about how someone else made you feel good gave him his first real sense of jealousy. Now, Sam didn’t consider himself jealous or possessive in any way, but even he would admit that the sex that night had been different. He had been rougher with you, really taking his time on fucking you silly, and had made you cum five times before he even took his dick out. And when he finished, all he could think about was what that asshole’s face would look like when he heard about him.

And oh was Buddy’s face funny. The smile had faltered instantly and his lips thinned out the more you talked about Sam. It wasn’t until he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in for a kiss that you realized just how annoyed he had gotten. That night was one of the most mind-blowing and exhausting nights the two of you had shared. Buddy was whispering filth in your ear the entire time, your back against his chest as he fucked you from behind, his finger circling your clit quickly. He wanted you to forget all about the other guy.

“Can he fuck you like this? Hm? Can he get you so fucking cock drunk you can’t think straight?” His voice is hot against your skin and he wasn’t going to let up any time soon, fucking you until you only knew his name, until your legs were weak and shaking from the sheer pleasure.

That’s when you realized what was happening. Everytime you brought up the other, the one you were with would get jealous and give you the best sex of your life as a way to one-up the other. It was a cycle, a beautiful, pleasurable, intense cycle that you never wanted to stop.

This went on for months. You’d spend the weekend with Buddy and when you went out with Sam you’d ‘casually’ bring up the fact you had squirted for the first time ever, or that Buddy had fucked you on his apartment balcony as the sunset, and Sam would have to find a way to go above and beyond that. And he always did.

Your favorite moment with Sam was after you had mentioned a kink Buddy had. Sam’s eyes darkened as you talked about the feeling of the saw blade pressed against your flesh as he fucked into you, how the thin scratches on your inner thighs were from the brittle blade, how you had cum so hard when he finally sank inside you and the saw dug into the flesh of your neck just enough to draw a few droplets of blood.

Sam was normally a slow and sensual lover, focused solely on your pleasure, on being submissive and letting you do whatever it was you wanted. After hearing that story and seeing the way you had begun to rub your thighs together at the mere mention of it, he knew he needed to change his tune. That night Sam tied you to the bed and fucked you for hours.

He ate you out until your words were slurred, only stopping to shove his cock down your throat roughly. Sam loved face fucking you on the rare occassions he got into it the mood for it. Feeling your throat constrict around him, the vibrations your gags and moans felt on his cock were delicious, and the feeling of control he had over you in that moment made it all the more better.

After he fucked you and filled you to the brim with his cum he untied you, massaging your wrists and ankles and peppering kisses along your skin. He drew you a bath and made you dinner, laid in bed with you with his arm around your waist. That morning you woke up to his head in between your legs, his tongue moving through your folds and his fingers pumping into you.

You brought the idea of a threesome up to Buddy first. He was giving you a much needed massage and the second you asked his fingers stopped gliding over your back. “What?” He didn't seem angry, more confused than anything. “You wanna show me a picture of the guy first?” Buddy was hoping to see a guy who was, all things considered, ugly, but that’s not what he got. Sam was hot. “Oh. Okay, I mean yeah, if you’re into it, we can.”

Sam was hesitant. When he saw a photo of Buddy he was hit by a wave of insecurity; Why would you be with him when you had Buddy? A long night of love making helped ease those worries, and soon enough the night of the threesome was upon you. You were at Buddy’s apartment waiting for Sam, your nerves only quelled by the glass of wine you had.

“Nervous or something, babe?” Buddy teased as though his stomach wasn’t in knots at the moment. There was a knock at the door before you could give him a snarky response and you jumped up from the couch and practically ran to the door.

“Sam! Come in,” You said with a smile as you opened the door. Sam gives you an anxious smile, stepping into the living room and looking around, trying hard to avoid Buddy's eyes. You wrap an arm around his waist and walk him over to the couch, giving Buddy a glare that has him standing up immediately. “Sam, this is Buddy Swanson. Buddy, this is Sam Wescott.”

They say hello to each other and the room falls quiet, awkwardness swirling around your head. “Can’t believe I finally get to meet the other man,” Buddy says in an attempt to lighten the mood and thankfully Sam laughs. The nervousness of all parties dissipates immediately as you all settle onto the couch, talking and letting the two of them get to know each other.

Your hand settles onto Sam’s thigh, your head resting against Buddy’s shoulder, and he gives you a quick smile before returning back to his conversation with Sam. They were getting along, at least, so that was something to celebrate. Sam stumbles over his words as your hand creeps higher up his thigh, ghosting over his clothed erection.

“Guess she wants to get to the main course, huh, Sam?” Buddy teases, wrapping his arms around you and moving his legs so you rest in between them. You hum in response, grinning at the blush spreading across Sam’s face and neck. Buddy's fingers dip under your shirt, his fingertips brushing over skin. “Not polite to keep a lady waiting, Sammy.”

The pet name is accompanied by an eyebrow raise and Sam shifts in his seat, brushing your hand off of his lap. Sam scoffs slightly before he leans in and kisses you, his hands dragging up and down your thighs. You sigh into the kiss, sandwiched in between the two hottest guys you’ve ever met in your life and it was perfect. “It sure isn’t, Bud.”

Sam can’t help but pull back and grin up at Buddy. You can feel the rumble of his laugh underneath you at the nickname and then Sam is back on you again, kissing you harder while Buddy litters kisses over your neck. He nips at your pulse and you moan into Sam’s lips, your hips grinding up subconsciously.

“Prettiest sound ever, dontcha agree?” Buddy asks Sam who hums, pulling away from you and unbuttoning your jeans. You lift your hips as he pulls them down, allowing him to remove them from you completely. Sam settles in between your legs, kissing down your still clothed chest down to your thighs, staring at you through his eyelashes as he licks a slow stripe up your slit. It was a good choice on your part to forgo underwear.

You whimper at the feeling of his tongue and both he and Buddy laugh at you. “Pretty sounds for a pretty girl,” Sam says with a wink and you can barely contain your groan at the lame joke. “But god, her pussy? The taste and smell and look of it, man, I can’t get enough of it. Could be here down all day,”

He delves into your cunt before you can say anything, pulling a particularly loud moan from you that has Buddy’s grip on your waist tightening. Something the two men could agree on was that the noises you made were fucking heavenly. Sam swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking and biting down on it gently. Flattening his tongue, he flicks it up and down your entire slit a few times before pushing the tip past your hole, his nose bumping against your clit.

Sam was a natural at eating pussy and Buddy couldn’t help but be impressed. “You like this, Y/N? Like getting your pussy eaten out while you got another guy watching?” He whispers into your ear, his hands traveling further up your shirt, pinching and tugging at your nipples as he nibbles at your earlobe. Your fingers tangle into Sam's hair and you pull roughly, shoving his face further into your cunt. Buddy laughs. “Oh, you really do. Kind of slutty, don’t you think?”

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet. You’re so beautiful,” Sam says, pulling away from you long enough to give you a smile before diving back in. The two go back and forth, your head filling with praise and degradation until it’s swimming.

“M’so close!” You cry out and Sam grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as his tongue speeds up. You cum hard, your eyes screwed shut, Buddy’s assault on your chest never letting up. A gush of liquid comes out, covering Sam’s face completely and when he pulls back he has a large, cocky grin on his face.

He uses his middle finger and pushes it inside you slowly, pumping in and out at an almost unbearably slow pace. Your body, still coming down from it’s high, is still twitching every so often. “Did you know I was the first one to get her to squirt?” Sam questions, his eyes flicking from your blissed out face to Buddy's. Buddy nods slowly and you can feel his erection pressing against your back.

“Can the two of you fuck me already?” You ask earnestly, earning a laugh from the two men. You sit up, taking your shirt off and tossing it over to where your pants lay. Buddy and Sam both move off of the couch, tugging off their pants and shirts, leaving their boxers on for the time being. Buddy goes to touch you again but you back away and his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“What’s wrong, hon?”

“Yeah, s’everything alright?” Sam asks, his voice dripping with worry.

You grin, sitting up and kissing the two men quickly. “I want you two to touch each other first.” There's a pause before they begin to talk over each other, questioning you in a panic. “Oh my god, zip it, please!” You huff and they fall silent. Buddy had been with men before, plenty of them actually, but he didn’t know Sam. And Sam, on the other hand, hadn’t. A couple one night stands but he was not as experienced with this sort of thing as Buddy was and you could tell he was nervous.

You grab ahold of Sam’s hand and pull him to sit down on the couch beside you. “Sam, baby, don’t worry, alright? Buddy and I got you.” You look over at Buddy who flashes you a look of understanding before settling down on his other side. Sam nods slowly, swallowing hard, and Buddy slowly places his hand on his bare thigh. “Gonna make you feel good, aren’t we baby?”

“Sure are. Can I kiss you, Sam?” Buddy asks gently. He didn’t want to go too fast, didn’t want to make the other man uncomfortable, especially because he was beginning to really like him. He liked how he worked with him on making you feel good, how he was funny and able to crack a joke in between eating you out. Liked how cute he was, how soft he was around the edges and how he looked like he was just begging to be broken in.

Sam surprises the both of you by leaning in first, capturing Buddy’s lips quickly. His heart was racing and Buddy can feel it the second he puts his hand on Sam’s chest. He was toned more than Buddy had expected, his skin tan and freckled from his time at camp. Buddy swipes his tongue over Sam’s bottom lip, taking it slow, but Sam opens his mouth eagerly.

The longer he kissed him, the more Sam wanted him. Buddy can taste you on Sam’s lips and he deepens it, pulling a small whimper from the other man and Buddy wants to hear more. His hand falls from Sam’s chest down to his crotch, chuckling at the gasp Sam lets out as Buddy fishes his cock out.

“This alright?”

“Y-yes, fuck. More than alright,” Sam says breathlessly, his head falling back as Buddy begins to stroke him. He opens his eyes slightly, head tilting towards you and nearly cumming at the sight. You were leaned back against the arm of the couch, hand in between your spread legs, soft gasps and moans leaving your lips as you watched them. “God, your hand…”

Buddy sinks to his knees in front of Sam and slowly licks over his slit. Sam moans loudly, hands gripping the couch cushions tightly as Buddy takes his tip into his mouth. It was warm and wet and Buddy was using his tongue in a way that had Sam seeing stars. “Wa-wait, stop.” Buddy stops immediately, pulling away and looking up at Sam with worry. Even you had paused your movements, fingers inside yourself to the third knuckle. “I don’t wanna cum yet and if you kept that up I would’ve.”

“Damn, I’m that good at sucking cock?” Buddy says with a light tone and Sam blushes, rolling his eyes. “Hear that, Y/N! You got competition.”

“Oh my god, you’re so lame. You guys ready to go into the bedroom?”

Sam and Buddy stand, peeling their underwear off and grabbing ahold of you, trapping you in between them as they walk you to the bedroom. Kisses and wandering hands, you get to the bed breathlessly. “Wanna touch you, too,” Sam gasps into Buddy’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He sounded so needy.

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you got.” Buddy says, sitting down onto the bed. You sit behind him, kissing at his neck and running your hands up and down his chest as Sam settles in between his legs. Buddy watches with arousal as Sam spits into his palm before tentatively wrapping his hand around his cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate and he watches Buddy’s reactions, repeating the motions that have him grunting under his breath and flexing his hips.

You nip at Buddy’s pulse. “You like him jerking you off in front of me?” You ask teasingly and Buddy’s face gets red as he nods. This helped fuel his voyeurism kink to its fullest extent. “Take him in your mouth, Sam. I wanna watch you suck him off while he eats me out.”

Sam smiles as you push Buddy back onto his back, swinging your leg over his head and sitting on his face. Your hands go to your chest as Buddy begins to tongue fuck you, his hands coming to grip your hips to hold you in place. His hips buck up and he groans loudly, muffled only by your cunt, as Sam takes him into his mouth. He repeats what Buddy had done to him earlier, swirling his tongue around the tip and flattening his tongue on the underside of his shaft.

For the next few minutes you do this, Sam sucking and gagging on Buddy’s cock while you grind down onto his tongue, chasing your own high. “So close, Buddy. Please don’t stop, fuck!” You whimper and Buddy’s tongue speeds up, bringing you to your release. You tug on his hair as you cum, crying out his name. It’s only when your body stops jolting with each flick of his tongue that you swing off of him.

“Sam, stop, m’close. Wanna cum in you.” Buddy says with a moan and Sam comes off of him immediately. His face was flushed, spit and the remnants of your squirt on the lower half of him. “If that’s alright, of course.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

The two of them smile at each other and you let out a small ‘awwww.’ “My two guys are getting along!” Buddy groans and tickles you, Sam joining in and holding you still as Buddy’s fingers attack your sides. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” They stop and for a second the three of you stay there and relish the silence. It was comfortable. “Alright. How about we actually fuck now?”

With a smile Sam leans in and kisses you. “Let’s do it.”

[bisexual-horror-fan]

[lightofthemoonglow]

KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERPOST

Day One: Pegging (Vincent Sinclair)

Day Two: Roleplay and Titfucking (Stu Macher)

Day Three: Hate Sex (Leslie Vernon)

Day Four: Prostitution (Herbert West)

Day Five: Collaring (Tiffany Valentine)

Day Six: Dubcon (Bo Sinclair)

Day Seven and Eight: Virginity and Breeding (Thomas Hewitt)

Day Nine: Lactation (Jason Voorhees)

Day Ten: Praise Kink (Bo Sinclair)

Day Twelve: Costumes (Herbert West)

Day Thirteen and Fourteen: Size Difference and Orgasm Denial (Peter Strahm)

Day Sixteen: Gags (Milton Dammers)

Day Seventeen: Threesome (Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson)

Day Eighteen: Spanking (Bo Sinclair)

Day Nineteen: Exhibitionish & Voyeurism (Stu Macher)

Day Twenty-One: Panties and Lingerie (Norman Bates)

Day Twenty-Two: Bondage (Bo Sinclair)

Day Twenty-Four and Thirty: Sex Toys and Overstimulation (Herbert West)

Day Twenty-Five: Pregnancy (Thomas Hewitt)

Day Twenty-Six: Masturbation (Peter Strahm)

Day Twenty-Seven: DP in Two Holes (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Day Twenty-Eight: Body Worship (Peter Strahm)

[thefanficmonster]

Some Fun

Connor Walsh & Michaela Pratt (How To Get Away With Murder)

Warnings: Spoilers for HTGAWM Season 1&2, Swearing, Sleazy/Creepy Behavior, Mentions of Heartbreak, Alcohol

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: While the Keating 5 is out enjoying the first time they have been allowed to let loose in a long while, Michaela finds herself nursing a broken heart following the debacle with Levi. Sadly, heartbroken girls seem to be a magnet for sleazy guys at clubs.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Hope you had a great commencement ceremony, sending you my biggest congrats and hugs! Sorry you had to experience such an important event online and not IRL, but I still hope you got to make the most out of it and celebrated your success safely :) Hope you enjoy the fic as well hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“Girl, you weren’t even together for two weeks!“ Laurel says, handing Michaela her lipstick while the two fix their appearance in the bathroom they were happy to find empty at the club where they’re currently celebrating having avoided going to prison for the nth time. “I’m surprised you’re not over him already.“

“Honestly...“ Michaela trails off, pausing just as she’s about to apply the lipstick, “In two weeks, he made me feel more than Aiden ever did.“

Laurel rolls her eyes exasperatedly, “Either that or you got too attached too soon. No offense, you seem to have real shit taste in men.” Seeing the glare her friend is sending her in the reflection of the mirror, Laurel quickly defends herself, “I said no offense! Can you really say I’m wrong though?”

Michaela rolls her eyes, applying the nude shade of lipstick before gracing her friend with the reply she already knew she’d hear, “I can’t, you’re right. But that’s not helping my current situation in any way. So, care to share any helpful advice?” She turns to look directly at her with this strict and annoyed yet somehow still soft look in her eyes.

Laurel takes the lipstick from her and drops it in her purse, “There’s a bar out there with surprisingly cheap drinks and a ton of hot guys surrounding it. I’ll let you guess what I’m insinuating.”

Michaela’s face contorts in a displeased expression, “A hook-up with one of those lowlifes who waste their lives at underground bars like these? No thanks, I’d rather wallow in my sorrows.” She shakes her head with evident disgust and repulsion, her shoulders tensing at the mere thought of hooking up with anyone before seeing full info about said person. It’d be an understatement to say Levi only fueled her already existing trust issues that were already present even before Aiden. Laurel’s definitely right about one thing - all the ‘luck’ she’s had with guys throughout the years has led to these trust issues upon trust issues, creating a mountain-high pile of distrust.

“No, fuck no! I’m talking fun. Dancing, drinking, flirting and then going home alone, not with one of those assholes.“ Laurel explains, “See, that’s your problem, Michaela - you can’t just have fun with a guy and forget about him, can you?“ Michaela inhales sharply as though she’s about to snap a retort to shut her friend up, but she finds herself lacking words to say so she closes her mouth and clenches her jaw as her eyes wander around the white-tiled bathroom. Realizing she won’t be talked to hell, Laurel continues with a tad bit more caution this time, “Have you ever even tried to do that? Have fun and then dump a guy?“

Bracing herself to be laughed at and teased for her answer, Michaela bites her lower lip and shakes her head. It’d be a blatant lie if she said she had tried. Her and Aiden were high school sweethearts and she had never even gone on a date before meeting him. Following the break of their engagement, she threw herself into work and didn’t allow herself much partying or drinking out of fear she might start regretting the decision to call it all quits. Sober, she knew it was the right thing to do, so sober she stayed. And then she met Levi and fell for him almost immediately, distrust after Aiden be damned. So, in conclusion, this is her first time finding herself in a party setting in a very long while. Single and in a party setting, that is. Ok, single, heartbroken, and in a party setting. A perfect combination for getting drunk and letting loose. Laurel might have a point.

“In that case...“ She says, taking Michaela’s hand and giving her a mischievous smile, “Let’s break your ice.” She proceeds to drag her friend out of the bathroom and into the club where they get a friendly reminder of how loud the music really is. The bathroom must have one hell of sound isolation, considering the two girls nearly get deafened when stepping back onto the main and oud scene so abruptly.

The club is as crowded as it is loud and they have already lost sight of the male half of the Keating 5, but neither of the girls seem to care as they make their way to the bar, ordering themselves vodka shots which Laurel takes upon herself, winking at Michaela and mouthing the words, “My treat for your first time.”

Smirking, Michaela accepts the offered dose of alcohol, clinking the shot-glass against Laurel’s before they down their first of many shots for the night.  With each rush of vodka going down her throat, Michaela finds herself getting more and more relaxed, loosening up and she’s even starting to consider accepting the offer Laurel posed earlier about moving the party over to the dancefloor. The tipsy chat they’re having is lighthearted and fun, often swerving because of their inability to focus on one topic for too long without bursting out laughing.

Eventually, the two are interrupted by someone familiar but someone they weren’t expecting to see.

Michaela spots him first, “Frank? Who the hell invited you? Were you sent here to babysit us? We’ll pay you to leave if that’s the case.“ Yeah, after a few rounds of shots it’s safe to say she’s lost any kind of thought-to-speech filter and is being 100% honest which is quite amusing to observe.

At the mention of that name, Laurel whirls around in her bar stool, eyes wide when they meet Frank’s, “Wonderful, Annalise has sent her hitman to keep a watchful eye on us.“

Surprisingly unbothered by Laurel’s comment, he smiles, “Nice to see you too, Laurel. And no, I wasn’t sent by anyone. You just happen to be at a bar a buddy of mine owns. A bar I frequent too.” He explains, his claims backed up by the lack of his professional suit that has now been replaced by jeans and a button-down. He glances briefly at Laurel who has turned back around, downing her Margarita with frustration. His smile turns into a smirk as he points at her and turns to Michaela, “Is she bothering you? I can escort her away if she is.” He sends her a subtle wink, clearing up the message for her hazy brain to properly pick up on.

When it does, she returns the smirk right back at him, “Please do, she’s a real party-killer.”

Laurel turns to face her and Michaela can swear on all she’s ever owned she has never received such a betrayed and pissed-off look from anyone. It almost cracks her up to the point of laughter but she knows better than to fuel the the rage fire within her friend at the moment who has already hopped off the bar stool and is slowly being led through the crowd by the aforementioned ‘hitman’. Before she’s completely out of view though, she mouths a quick ‘I’ll kill you’ at her.

That manages to break Michaela down as she starts laughing, calling after her without any hope that she’ll be heard: “I won’t be your first.”

“You could be my first.“ An unfamiliar voice appears right next to her ear, startling her. 

She turns around and sees a guy, a stranger, smirking at her. Even in her drunken state she finds herself unwilling to enter a conversation with him. But then she hears Laurel’s words repeating in her mind, telling her to have fun.

Ok, I don’t really need to like the dude in order to have fun, do I? She thinks to herself, briefly contemplating the whole situation before finally replying.

“First what?“ Her voice has a friendly tone to it - friendly, but not quite flirty.

“First lady to dance with me tonight.“ The stranger replies, “If I play my cards right you may also be the only.“ He winks at her and she can’t help but find it more repulsive than appealing. She finds herself comparing him to Levi all of a sudden, despite the two having nothing in common at least appearance-wise.

In order to push those thoughts away she makes the rash move of offering him her hand, tilting her head towards the dancing crowd, “I don’t know. Let’s test that theory out, shall we?” She definitely sounds more confident than she feels but she’s prepared to do almost anything to get Levi and that whole ordeal out of her mind, so a quick dance with a stranger doesn’t seem like such a big deal.

Oh boy how quickly she regrets it.

The guy has no chill nor patience. He’s handsy right from the get-go: touching her inappropriately any opportunity he gets, grasping at the chance he’s been given seeing as how she has no escape and no room to get further away from him without bumping into other people dancing carelessly. However, when he starts grinding his hips against hers, she’s finally had enough planning her escape and instead chooses to act on impulse.

Looking around the unfamiliar faces for the odd chance she might spot someone familiar, she slowly inches further and further away from him, despite the fact she’s not able to put much distance with his hands on her waist, keeping her close to him. The alcohol seems to have evaporated from her system as she’s in critical survival mode, wanting nothing more than to leave the situation or maybe even the whole club for the night, finding it too uncomfortable to stick around after this event.

And then, like a literal miracle, she spots him and he has very clearly spotted her and is giving her this confused yet concerned frown.

That’s all she needed really. Pushing the stranger’s hands away, she pushes through the crowd, ignoring the people calling after her, calling her names for bumping into them or shoving them a little harder than intended.

“Connor, baby, how’s it going? You’re having fun?“ There’s a grin on her face, but her eyes are screaming ‘help me‘ at him. Something he clearly doesn’t pick up on because the frown of confusion remains mounted onto his face.

However, before Connor could reply, the creep has appeared next to her yet again, having followed after her from the spot they were dancing at, “Is this your boyfriend?“ He asks, not hiding how pissed and disappointed he is by the sudden emerging of Connor.

Michaela parts her lips to answer but Connor beats her to it, “Yeah, her boy space friend who has a boyfriend. And you are?“ He narrows his eyes, analyzing the guy’s face as much as he can in the dark, vaguely strobe-light illuminated club.

“Interested in the young lady.“ The creep smirks, giving Michaela a once-over look, taking in her body from head to toe with a gaze that makes her shiver with disgust.

Connor, thank God, picks up on this and takes a step forward so that he’s standing between the guy and Michaela, a serious and intimidating look on his face. “Well, she’s not interested in you. Go find someone willing to put up with your inappropriate and downright disgusting behavior.”

The creep laughs, his jaw clenching as he licks his lips, frustrated that things aren’t going the way he’d like, “Whatever. She’s a 4/10 anyway. A four who thinks she’s all that with her head in the clouds and playing eye-candy and then running away. I know her type quite well.” He shoots a look at her over Connor’s shoulder before turning around to walk away.

Michaela is not at all bothered by his words, she’s just glad he’s off her back. However, she can tell Connor is far from done with the case, seeing as how he takes a step to go after the guy and go off on him. To avoid further complications of what’s supposed to be a fun night after so much stressful shit in their lives, she quickly takes hold of his arm to stop him in his intentions.

“Connor, let it go, it’s ok. Let him be. Don’t waste your time and energy on a sleazy fucker like him.“ She tells him, gripping tightly on his bicep until he finally turns to look at her, seeming significantly calmer.

“But it’s not ok, Michaela. I was planning to leave.“ He says, his voice stern, “What if I had left? God knows how that asshole would’ve progressed his creepiness. Shit like that’s not ok and it’ll keep happening if fuckers like him aren’t put in their place.“

“There’s no putting them in their place. You think pep-talking him was gonna prevent him from doing the same to another girl in this very bar?“ She looks at him expectantly, knowing full-well she’s proved her point. When he sighs in defeat, she claims her win in the argument and changes the subject, “Also, leaving? Why?“

Connor shakes his head, grimacing as he motions at their surroundings, “All this, not really my scene. Plus I’m starving. There’s a Burger King down the street so yeah, that was gonna be my stop before going home. After all the crap we’ve been through, some of us might appreciate a little partying, but I’d rather have a quiet night in, you know? A fast-food-and-movie type of night.”

A genuine smile spreads across Michaela’s face. “Makes two of us. I prefer partying when I’m completely free from my worries. They just end up resurfacing after a couple drinks.“

Connor scoffs, returning her smile, “Who knew we could have more things in common than the need to be better than everyone else?” This comment actually manages to earn him a laugh from Michaela - something he rarely gets from her so he’s willing to hold onto it as a positive sign for the progression of their frenemy-ship. And so, he pushes his luck, “Wanna accompany me?”

Although surprised by the offer, Michaela feels the sudden urge to accept it without much thought. Even so, she decides to say: “As long as we’re not watching a rom-com, I’m in.”

Connor smirks, “You pick, boss.”

She rolls her eyes, “That’s the problem, I’ll pick a rom-com out of instinct. You know they’re one of the top five medicines for a heartbreak?”

He shakes his head, unamused, “No they’re not.“ He takes her arm by the wrist, guiding her through the crowd towards the exit, “Fast food is though“, he tells her, flashing her a quick smile over his shoulder as he adds, “And ice-cream. My treat.“

Once again left at a lack of words, Michaela just accepts what’s been offered to her. Never did she expect spending the night watching a movie with her main rival would be more appealing to her than partying under strobe-lights but here she is, leaving a club to head for Burger King with Connor and she doesn’t care enough to dwell on what that means for the constant war they’ve had between them. Guess it’s put on hold, but just for tonight.

Who knew wars could be paused by a fast meal and a movie? 

[tinalbion]

RIRI!

Omg yes thank you for this! It's a pleasure to gif one of the best boys, but seriously I love this so SO much! This is so dang cute 🥺💗❤

sleeping dogs lie 🛶

trying to get back into the swing of writing with the semester starting up again. ❤ i’m having significantly less free time, unfortunately, so for now please take this humble offering…and by that i mean take a warmup blurb with a new boy.

i watched ‘you might be the killer’ with my horror fam last night, and while he’s not on my list quite yet and i’m still getting a feel for him since i literally just met him, i had a bad urge to write something snuggly with sam. he looks like he gives good snuggles when he isn’t being puppeted by wood carving murder demons. 🌞

(gif credit + shouts out to @tinalbion​ for giffing so much of this movie and catching this goofy goose in action. i’m shocked this isn’t a better known modern horror movie!! :0 ❤ )

SFW | Word Count: 746 | Sam Wescott x GN Reader

A stiff ache in your knee made you pull yourself from the tide of sleep, stirring into a half awake state with a sharp inhale and a flex of your calf muscle. When it didn’t budge, you realized that there was weight pinning your leg against the ground, driving your skin into the rocks that sat under the tent. You hadn’t felt them earlier, but now it was all your mind could think about.

You tried to move, the sound of your bare leg slipping around in the sleeping bag making everything feel tight, remembering you weren’t alone. You finally opened your eyes, anticipating to look at the other sleeping counselors in hopes you weren’t waking them up, but nearly pushed up off the ground in a reflex when you saw his face inches from yours.

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[type1diabetesinfandom]

Diabetes in Supernatural Fic List

T1D in Star Wars | T1D in Marvel

Did you know Dean Winchester is the ONLY character on AO3 to have his own diabetes AU tag? *shakes head*

tbf the diabetes tag *is* very out of date compared to the way it’s used and i know the tag wranglers are perpetually swamped, but I still find it funny for whatever reason that it’s him.

The fics are posted in alphabetical order. All links lead to AO3 unless otherwise specified. Notes follow the tagging guidelines in my AO3 t1d collection.

If you like the fics, please remember to kudos and comment to let the author know you liked it. That’s the best way to support these fics and see more of them in the future. :)

Camp Sunshine by adder574

Sequel to Wescott Preparatory Academy

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: gen

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 52k+, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, Diabetes Camp

Summary:

Sam convinces Dean to take a job at Camp Sunshine, a summer camp for kids with diabetes. While trying to take care of a spirit that is causing accidents and hurting campers, Dean must deal with a familiar problem and runs into an old friend.

A Helping Hand by Dizzojay

Relationship: gen

Rating: gen

Wordcount: 321, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, Unspecified Diabetes Mellitus, Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Summary:

Dean's new diagnosis means learning some new skills, difficult ones.

The Illusionist Part II by Haunted Obsidian

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: gen

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 103k+, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Sam Winchester, Deaf Dean Winchester, Abusive John Winchester

Summary:

Dean's doing his best to take care of his little brother, all the while forgetting to take care of himself as they search for their father and hunt things that go bump in the night. deaf!Dean, diabetic!Sam, ANGST, and abusive!John; also borderline ED!Dean

Its Gonna be Okay (diabetic OC) by Team.Winchester.Potter.Jackson

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: Castiel/Original Female Diabetic Character

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 1k, incomplete

Notes: Original Diabetic Character, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Human

Summary:

Warning: I am a diabetic, so I based it off what I have to do. If you don't know how diabetes works, this will not make sense. Don't like, don't read. Please no hate: Kayla is the Winchesters little sister, who is also diabetic. She still goes to high school like a normal girl, though. When she meets Castiel, her life changes. When she ends up in the hospital, will he visit?

Letters to Future Me by Thatsmyphrase @thatsmyphrase

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Kevin Tran & Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Meg Masters, Castiel/Dick Roman (Supernatural)

Rating: Teen and up

Wordcount: 61,435, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, T1D Diagnosis, AU - High School

Summary:

Dear Diary,

Dear Dean Fucking Winchester,

Dear Future Me,

I’m not really sure how to start this, but my name is obviously Dean Winchester. I'm almost 17. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and I’ve never killed anyone.

***

Dean is diagnosed with a chronic illness and writes letters to his future self and just might find an angel along the way.

Our Way To Fall by lemonsorbae

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sarah Blake/Sam Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 75,804, complete

Notes: Original Diabetic Child Character, POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character is Diabetic, AU - Human, AU - School Reunion

Summary:

Dean and Cas reunite at their fifteen-year high school reunion and after one night together Dean’s ready to marry the guy. But then he’s got a daughter back home that doesn’t necessarily make that equation possible, and so he does the next logical thing: high tails it out of Cas’ hotel room and doesn’t look back.

Well, that was the plan anyway.

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Zana_Zira

*part 2 of Diabetic!Dean ‘verse

Relationship: gen

Rating: gen

Wordcount: 4,269, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Summary:

Season 6, post-6x08: Soulless!Sam buys Dean the wrong insulin needles and he ends up taking double his dose, causing him to suffer a massive blood-sugar crash during a hunt. Given Sam's recent track record of failing to help his brother when he's in need, will he make it through, or will Sam leave him for dead? *NO Wincest.*

Saving Dean Winchester by TheLadyPendragon

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen and up

Wordcount: 5k+, incomplete

Notes: POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character is Diabetic, Diabetic Adam Milligan, Alternate Universe - Human, Dean Winchester Raises Adam Milligan, T1 Diabetes Diagnosis

Summary:

Castiel Novak is the doctor assigned to Adam, a recently diagnosed diabetic. However, it's the eleven year old's older brother, Dean, who captures his attention, and it's Dean who is saved in the end.

Sea Green, Ocean Blue by Pimento

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester, Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer

Rating: Mature

Wordcount: 16,593, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, AU - Fairytale Elements

Summary:

Written for Alessariel for the ProfoundBond Fairy Tale Exchange.

Dean Winchester likes his simple life. His biggest problems are catching the perfect wave, balancing his love of pie with his need for insulin and being so secretive and vague about his writing career that almost everyone he knows assumes he writes porn, not beautifully illustrated fairy tales for children.

He thinks only his best friend/literary agent Charlie and her wife know just what a sappy romantic dork he is, but his over-protective brother and his friends and family know him far better than he realises. So when it looks as though his knight in shining armour might actually be something else entirely he has allies aplenty.

The Secrets You Can't Keep by embroiderama

Relationship: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 6,881, complete

Notes: Diabetic Sam Winchester, Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Summary:

Dean knew almost everything about Sam, but after Stanford there was one vitally important thing that Sam neglected to tell Dean. Sam was used to keeping secrets, but keeping this one was a bad idea.

Sleeping Beauty by VampireRose

Relationship: gen

Rating: unrated

Wordcount: 41,672, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Gabriel, POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character Has Diabetes, Insulin Pump, Hypoglycemic Coma, AU - Human, AU - High School, Narcoleptic Castiel, Balthazar has Shwachman-Diamond Syndrome, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting

Summary:

Sam and Dean Winchester have moved around their whole lives- ever since their mother died. They follow simple rules for each other- Don't try out for sports. Don't get too attached.

Don't anger Dad when he's drinking.

Their newest house brings them right next door to a huge, but friendly, family that accepts them despite their own misfortune.

Stubborn Medicine by SoManyFandoms

Relationship: gen

Rating: gen

Wordcount: 140, complete

Notes: POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character is Diabetic, Diabetic Sam Winchester, Kid Winchesters

Summary:

A younger Sam doesn’t want to take his medicine, and young Dean tries to bribe him.

Wescott Preparatory Academy by adder574

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: gen

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 231k+, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, T1D Diagnosis

Summary:

Dean is diagnosed with an illness that requires long term care. In order to pay for Dean's treatment, John takes a job working in maintenance at a private school to get medical benefits and during this time, the Winchesters are a family and Sam gets to experience a taste of normal. Dean is 16 and Sam is 12.

When You Least Expect It by Zana_Zira

*part 1 of Diabetic!Dean ‘verse

Relationship: Gen

Rating: Gen

Wordcount: 3,014, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, T1D Diagnosis

Summary:

Dean's always been a healthy guy, despite all the junk he eats and filth he's exposed to. So when he gets a little sick after the Lake Manitoc case, he doesn't think anything of it until it's almost too late, and the diagnosis he's given is something he never expected to hear.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

slasher fandom for the fandom asks 😈

AAAAA BLESS U FOR ASKING 💜💜💜

Blorbo: Freddy Krueger 💜

Scrunkly: Leslie Vernon

Scrimbo Bimblo: Nathaniel Demarest/The Djinn

Glup Shitto: Dr Philip K Decker

Poor Little Meow Meow: Sam Wescott

Horse Plinko: Asa Emory

Eeby Deeby: Michael Myers

[f1nalboys]

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR ; PREDATOR/PREY

Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 551

WARNINGS: nsfw, predator/ prey dynamics (duh), threats of violence, slight blood play?, mention of carving their name into your skin, threesome, violence but in a sexy way, reader gets called a whore and a slut, can be read as dub-con but not written that way/full consent, brief mention of ‘letting’ the reader live but in a sexy way, not proofread

The woods were thick, confusing, and it didn’t take long until you were completely lost. You had no idea where you were and, worst of all, you had no idea where they were. When you had started to run you had heard them, had heard their laughter and their taunting, but lost their voices within five minutes. You knew better than to think you had escaped them.

“Gotcha.” You hear him before you feel his arms wrap around your body, tackling you into the forest floor. The wind is knocked out of you and you don’t put up much of a struggle as he straddles you and shoves your head into the dirt. You try to figure out who is on top of you, their hands rough against your skin. “C’mere and look at ‘em, man.”

It was Buddy. He shifted his weight on you and you took your chance, attempting to knock him off of you. He falls onto his back with a startled curse and you struggle to your feet, preparing to launch yourself back into the forest, when Sam grabs your hair. His grip is tight and he jerks your head back, his knee coming to land in the middle of your back, forcing you back onto the ground.

The pressure on your ribs begins to hurt and you whimper only to be met with a harsh laugh. “Caught you off guard, Bud?” Sam asks and Buddy scoffs, walking over to stand in front of you. He squats, tilting his head with a scowl. Your eyes squeeze shut as Sam pulls your head up more, the stretch on your throat unbearable, and whispers into your ear. “God, I loved chasing you. Couldn’t stop thinking about all the things we’d do to you once we caught you.”

“Sam couldn’t shut up about what you’d look like covered in your own blood.” Buddy says coolly and Sam simply hums in agreement, releasing your hair and letting your head fall back onto the soft dirt. Buddy’s hand replaces his and he holds you down while Sam starts to cut away at your shorts. “Don’t squirm. Unless you want him to see you in your blood…”

You still, heart beating fast, the sound of ripping fabric sounding alarm bells through your head. The summer air was cool against your newly-revealed flesh and Sam’s hands kneaded your ass roughly. “Would love to cut my name on your ass. I want everyone to know who you belong to now; look at you, you aren’t even putting up a fucking fight. You want this just as badly as we do, don’t you, whore?”

Sam’s voice was deeper than normal and he was saying the things you would’ve expected to come from Buddy. Sweet, shy, kind Sam was calling you a whore, fantasizing about carving his name into your flesh. Your eyes look over to Buddy, who was on his knees in front of you now, and he smiles. “Seem’s Sammy is really into chasing and taking what’s his. I don’t think you’re gonna get out of here without a few scratches. Now,” The distinct sound of a zipper from behind you has your eyes widening. “Take both of us like the filthy fucking slut we know you are and we’ll think about letting you live.”

[tricerasox]

BOOK TAG

I was tagged by @bythegardengate! Thanks for encouraging me to ramble, haha.

1. What is your favorite book of all time?

That is an impossible question. I love Dracula a whole heck of a lot. I’m also a huge Neil Gaiman fan, so Stardust and American Gods are up there. The Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson was incredible and I love Discworld (the Tiffany Aching books in particular) by dear Terry Pratchett. Also, pretty much anything Gail Carriger has ever written?

2. What are you currently reading?

The Great Glowing Coils of the Universe is currently sitting my bed, so I’m working through that a little bit at a time. I also just started listening to the audiobook of Allegiance, which is a Timothy Zahn Star Wars novel that takes place right after A New Hope. And I’m also hoping to finish The Encyclopedia of Early Earth tonight, which an absolutely lovely graphic novel about the prehistoric fables of a fantasy world. 

3. Have you ever thought about writing a book?

Nope! I detest writing fiction because I have very little imagination. I have a literature degree, not a writing one. I consumer other people’s worlds and refuse to produce my own, like a bookish black hole. 

4. What’s your favorite series?

Uuuuuugh. Stop asking for favorites. Umm... Discworld, for sure, though I haven’t read them all. The Mistborn books as mentioned above. And the Parasol Protectorate books and Finishing School books by Gail Carriger. 

5. What is a book you want to read?

Umm. There are many? I’m planning on doing a lot of re-reading soon, but eventually I want to finish Discworld. Ooh! And apparently I’m related to Dalton Trumbo, so I wanna read Johnny Got His Gun. 

6. What’s in your Tbr pile?

My Goodreads TBR list is 52 books long, BUT I do have a stack of books from the library by my bed that I consider my “real” TBR pile. It includes the first three volumes of Mouse Guard and volumes 2-5 of The Wicked + The Divine. Then there is also The Girls Who Went Away and A Farewell to Arms (because Ethan’s bandmate loves Hemingway and I want to remind myself why he’s wrong to do so). 

7. Who are your favorite fictional characters?

I hate this question. Umm. Every witch written by Terry Pratchett. Every disgruntled woman written by Neil Gaiman. Every POV women written by Brandon Sanderson. And every werewolf written by Gail Carriger. 

8. Favourite Ship?

Alexia and Connal from Gail Carriger’s books. And Vinn and Elend from Mistborn. But in general, I am just very pro- happily married people. I prefer to read about settled and healthy relationships than the beginnings of new ones. And I hate books that include infidelity plotlines or dissolving marriages. They are SO stressful to me. 

9. Open the first page of the book closest to you and write down the first paragraph.

“It wasn’t a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Mrs. Baird’s was like a thousand other bed-and-breakfast establishments in 1945; clean and quiet, with fading wallpaper, gleaming floors, and a coin-operated hot water geyser in the lavatory.”

The nearest book is Outlander, which was a birthday gift from the lady who owns the bead shop where I occasionally teach and bead every Wednesday night. She’s such a sweetie. 

10. What was the first fandom you were in?

I’m not really a fandom participant, sad to say. I’ve never really participated in online fan communities at all. But I was a weird horse girl in elementary school and played a lot of Saddle club games online, if that counts?

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Do-Over-December Masterlist.

December 1st. Red Lace. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 8th. Threesome. Poly!Chiffany. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. Bo Sinclair. NSFW.

December 11th. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. NSFW.

December 14th. Blindfold. NN! Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. Vincent Sinclair. NSFW.

December 18th. Public Sex. Doc Halloran. NSFW.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. Herbert West. NSFW.

December 20th. Role Reversal. Billy Loomis. NSFW.

December 24th. Santa And Spanking. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 26th. Sugar And Knife play. Buddy Swanson. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. Lester Sinclair. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 31st. New Year's Sex. Stu Macher. NSFW.