#sam wescott

[mrsaltieri-real]

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

#murder boys #forever #whiny bitches #never #(maybe a little) #for me #it’s #mickey altieri #all time favourite lil guy 🫶 #honerable mentions to #stu macher #ghostface #billy loomis #ethan landry #sam wescott #Brahms #freddy krueger #buddy swanson #and like #every other slasher in existence #bar a select few #scream

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I heard that Sam Wescott has an eight pack-

-that Sam Wescott is fucking shredded.

#Listen #I don't care how many times I have posted it #THIS PICTURE IS IMPORANT #IT IS VITAL #Slasher x reader #Sam Wescott X reader #Sam Wescott #You Might Be The Killer

[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.

#sam wescott x reader #buddy swanson x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #kinktober 2023

[lordes-scribing]

Yᴏᴜ Fᴀᴋᴇ Yᴏᴜʀ Sʜʏɴᴇss

18+ ° Bo Sinclair x AFAB!reader x Sam Wescott ° 2k words

Smut. Cuckolding. Voyeurism/Exhibtionism. Deep Throating. Vaginal Fingering. Male Masturbation. Creampie. Bo's Southern Accent. Sam Being Painfully Shy.

Written for @bisexual-horror-fan and her Multi-May event, it's late but it's more about the effort anyways, right?

"You met a guy?" he asked, voice pitching with incredulity while you helped stake the tent to the ground, "In an abandoned town?" you just nodded with a smile, "How-how did you manage that?"

Rising slowly, that feeling took over the moment again. One that came and went often during the cross country camping trips you'd agreed to take with the man. Like you were so close to finally talking about whatever tension had been growing between the two of you since you first met all those summers ago. That maybe, just maybe, Sam Wescott was going to use a little bit of that spine that so far had seemed to only be decorative. But once again, that hope was dashed, watching him duck his head and wipe his hands across the thighs of his cargo shorts.

"Because, ya know, seems like kind of a red flag."

"And why's that?" crossing your arms across your chest, "For all you know the state pays him to upkeep it?"

"Do they?" looking very pointedly at you to which you could only shake your head, "See-"

"It's a family home," you blurt out, once again sick of how quickly the moment had gone from hopeful to trying to do anything in his power to make you feel small, "He takes care of his brothers," as if he couldn't stop himself from overcorrecting too far.

The silence was filled with the wind rustling through the trees and bugs buzzing but no voices. He just looked down at his boots. It followed when he stepped away from the tent to the back of the station wagon and kept unpacking. And it easily continued into the early evening hours. Finally broken by him with one question;

"What do you want for dinner?"

Which only received a shrug and, "Well, we bought all that shrimp."

At least the foil packets full of shrimp, potatoes, and sliced corn cob kept your mouth and attention busy. It was clear he'd expected you to forgive him already. Or at least give up. But every over correction of the almost moment hurt more and more. And today especially. Maybe it was because you'd been treated so kindly. The sudden acquaintanceship of Bo Sinclair had been filled with that gentlmanly, Southern charm you'd only seen in old movies. Calling you *darlin'* and offering you his arm to show you around the town you'd been so fascinated with. How you'd just met and he opened up about the loss of his parents and how it left him caring for two brothers who just didn't quite know how to fit in the outside world. He'd helped you into his truck and driven you down the road till you weren't too far from camp and almost insisted on walking you back through the trees. Something you only politely turned down because you knew Sam would become insufferable about it. It turned out he could manage to do that with just the memory of the man. It was a reminder it seemed like. The universe showing you all the things you may be missing out on pining for a man who'd have a tough time keeping his foot out of his mouth even if it were tied it to the ground. A thought you were musing on when he climbed out of the camping chair and gathered the trash, making sure anything with a scent was locked in the car.

"Don't come to bed too late, alright?" another shrug was the response as you tossed another log on the fire, "I'm sorry alright. I just… I worry."

"Yeah, I know," making sure there was no question about the double meaning of the response.

With a clear of his throat and nod, he disappeared behind you. The sound of the tent unzipping and rezipping audible over the crackling of the fire you were focused on. And then silence. For a time. Long enough that you considered letting the small flames dull into embers and make your way towards the tent. At least Sam would be sleeping, something to alleviate the awkwardness until the next morning where you both pretended like nothing happened. That thought alone is enough to make you heave a heavy sigh and toss another log on, making the flames roar to life suddenly and expose that you weren't quite as alone as you thought you were.

"Well, hey there darlin'."

Sam should go to sleep. Or out there. *Something*. But all he can do is sit there and listen to the hushed talking that had started suddenly. He could catch a word or two. The way the sudden companion seemed to drawl the word darling outs far too many things into focus. But if the quiet talking had bothered him, the sudden silence that came with no footsteps or rustling brush set his nerves on edge. He squishes his eyes closed tight, forcing him to take deep breaths and trying anything to get to sleep. Only to have them slam open when there was a light but distinct gurgling sound. It's a sound he knows, years of trying to keep camp councilors away from their most basic urges had taught him exactly what it was. But a part of him can't believe it. Doesn't- Won't. Because that's not the you he knows. Or maybe it's self-flagellation. Whatever it is makes him climb out of his sleeping bag and tug gently at the tent's zipper. Inch by slow inch until he could poke his head and torso out for a better view.

When his eyes focus to the low light everything inside him says to crawl back into bed. But he can't- won't pull himself away. He's imagined you on your knees before, even if he's too chicken shit to admit it even to himself. In those thoughts it had been at his feet, soft and gentle, fingers dancing across your face while he took in every perfect moment.  This wasn't that. This was carnal and dirty. Your tank top pushed up almost to your neck, bra cups yanked down, a greasy hand held your nose to his pelvis by the back of your head. He hates that it makes his pajama pants twitch. Hates even more how you moan when his hips ruck up tighter against your mouth.

"There ya go, darlin', just like that," the man grunts, thrusting up until just the right moment. One he can't see due to distance, darkness, and flickering fire, "Look so pretty all teary eyed for me," but words fail you, the response his gets is harsh inhales and exhales of air while you nod the best you can in his grip, "That's right, such a good little thing for me."

It goes on like that for- truthfully, he has no idea. Long enough to climb slowly and carefully from the tent. Watching him repeat the pattern. Harsh use of your mouth melded with sweet, filthy words and your spit filled gagging. It's wrong, this is private, he should go back inside and wrap the pillow around his head. But some part of him won't let him, he's sure it's that same part that's making him harden beneath his flannel pants. That makes him wanted to reach in and- he balls his hands into fists, nails cutting small crescents into his fleshy palms. As long as he stays quiet, hidden in the shadow of the tent while the two of you were distracted…

He should've known it was too much to ask for.

"Keep it up and we won't get to the fun part," he groans, tossing back his head with a long, guttural moan.

And then his head turned to the side. There was no denying he'd seen him. Especially when the corner of his lips curled into a smirk that seemed more at home on a wolf than a man. It was most definitely time to go back inside the tent. But no matter how much he willed it, his feet simply wouldn't move. Even when he pulled you into his lap, working a large hand down the front of your shorts and yanking a sudden, sharp moan from your throat. A sound he'd always longed to hear and never had the courage to even risk the first step towards it.

"Jesus Christ you are wet," not sure for who's benefit the words are for but they make your head fall against his neck all the same, "Think we can get you wetter?" but he knew those were for him from that one word.

We.

Only it wasn't we, it was him. He was the one working his fingers in and out of you, making you moan and whimper. Begging for more without even a word. The cutting pain in one palm disappears and he almost wishes for it back instead of the way his hand slipped beyond the elastic of both waistbands and over ginger curls. That smirk just yards away has become a full blown grin. Something devilish that makes his hand move faster and draws a muffled shriek from your no doubt bitten lips.

"That's it," he pushes at you harder and Sam can't help wrapping a hand around himself, hard and desperate, "Ain't nothing wrong with it."

The way he pushes you, manipulates your body, he can't imagine having the confidence. To take and give without hesitance but it leaves you a puddle in his lap. Mewling and undulating, quietly whispering for more as he drags over the peak in a way that leaves you far closer to an animal than Sam had ever dared imagine. Clawing at his jean zipper with pants and growls while he chuckles, pushing the denim around your waist lower and lower till it wrapped around your ankles. He'd imagined you demure, a little hesitant, maybe that had been easier for his mind to handle. But here you're not and he finds himself following the way you slide down on the stranger's cock with a long, stroke of his own. His hand a far cry from your soft insides. So tight and warm that the eye contact breaks when he tosses his head back, hands on your hips as you begin to grind against him.

All self-control seemed to snap.

"Just like that darlin'," when your hips moved from a steady grind to a snap, then a gallop, making his hand grip tighter, move faster, "Go on then, take what you want."

It feels like an order, one he can't manage to follow through on. He'd love nothing more than to come up behind you, slip his arms around you- But he can't. All he can do is push himself closer and closer to that edge you're desperately trying to get to. Fingers gripping his hair, the steady slap of skin against skin against the crackling fire, all but shrieking. Telling him all sense had left your body and his had gone right along with it. Your back arches, head thrown back, rising up higher and higher. And you're going to take them both with you.

"There ya go, sweet thing," bucking up into you with the same reckless abandon his fist moves with, "Fuck! Gonna fill ya to the brim," it forces you so clearly over the edge, taking Sam with you.

He paints the inside of his boxer-briefs while your body shakes and shudders, falls forward to be used for his own release while you lose yourself in yours. The guttural moan his gives matches your own happy mewl, joined with stuttering hips that can only mean one thing. A more fulfilling release than he'd managed on his own. For the first time it came with a quiet whisper in your ear, forcing your head to turn and force your glassy eyes to his.

"Maybe next time, Sammy boy?" he calls, finally forcing his lead feet from the ground and back into the tent.

#multi-may #bisexual-horror-fan #bo sinclair x reader #sam wescott x reader #bo sinclair x reader x sam wescott #poly fic

[applesontheground]

don’t mind me, i just wanted to write some tooth-rotting self indulgence. this is based on a realization that i own maybe three pairs of ‘plain’ socks and love showing off which ones i’m wearing that day to anyone who will listen. 🥺

headcanons - Bo Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Sam Wescott, & Leslie Vernon with a sock enthusiast s/o (gn reader)

Bo Sinclair 🕯️

It’s be teasing ammo initially. He’d say he thinks it’s a little dorky, but as the relationship deepens it’d become something he can’t deny that he finds utterly charming.

He’s def the type of boyfriend/husband/whatever that acts like he’s the only one that’s allowed to notice, though. It’s a little trivial, but if someone notices your socks he’ll almost be bothered and make a point to stare them down (depending if they’re a victim, which is double jeopardy because they’re in his town, prodding his s/o...)

Elbowing him, pulling your pant leg up slightly when you get his attention, and seeing that smirk grow on his face that says ‘i can’t believe you’ve actually gotten cuter in the span of like twenty seconds’ when he sees which pair you have on for the day? Yeah. 🥺🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer 🐖

He’d be the same level of engaged as you are. If you’re lowkey about it and just show him in passing, he’s quick to tell you he likes them and leaves it at that. If you run up to him and are practically falling over yourself trying to show, he’s immediately hollering with you about it.

If you ever tore a hole or a thread came loose in a pair, you wouldn’t even have time to notice before he’d be going at them with his sewing needle. Sure, they won’t last forever but he’ll make sure they get more time at least.

Matching pairs of silly socks can actually be something that’s so personal. He probably already makes/shares in his own endeavors with you with homeade things all the time, so when you return that gesture with finding socks that remind you of him, you might as well be down on one knee in front of him.

Sam Wescott 🛶

You’d start hobbling on one leg and saying his name one day, and it’d stop him in his tracks. “What in the world are you doing? ... Okay, hold on, before I say anything else, are those roosters on your feet?”

After the initial confusion, he’d be smitten by the fact you’re so eager to show off your little collection -- especially to him of all people. It’d get to the point where he knows which are your favorites, what to expect on certain days with your outfits/moods, and if anyone in the room would care to see, you’d always have a cheerleader in him.

In the scenario where you’re a fellow camp counselor, Sam would totally make it a part of the briefings. “Okay, first order of business, we need to set up the kayaks by the shore before sundown. Second order, [Y/N] is wearing shark socks today. Take it away, [Y/N]. Absolutely adorable.”

Leslie Vernon 🍎

He initially noticed when he was preying on you because that was his first meeting with you let’s not kid ourselves and your pant leg had ridden up while you were trying to scale a fence. Are those chili peppers on [his/her/their] socks?

It’s endearing before the relationship, and absolutely adorable after the two of you start dating. He always tries to figure out which pair you have on before the day’s over if you’re not showing him yourself.

He’d even start making requests. “Tonight’s the night those teens from the park that we saw last week are coming to the orchard. Think that the socks with the sheep on them is our best bet, [Y/N].” It’s best not to ask why he chooses certain pairs.

#bo sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #sam wescott x reader #leslie vernon x reader #slasher x reader #headcanons #slasher headcanons #✏️ #🕯️ #🐖 #🛶 #🍎 #wow i never write for sam :( #i should fix that some time soon :) #sorry i just needed to get these little scenarios out of my system #and in case you're wondering. i am wearing chicken socks today #every time i wear them i wish i could show bubba haha :')

[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.

#shut up tina #slasher ask game #Much love for Nat 💘

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

Responding to your reblog! So Sam Wescott/The Wood Carver is from You Might Be The Killer 2018 and Buddy Swanson/The Metal Killer is from Stage Fright 2014, I love both these horror comedies, Tina showed them to me, we loved these movies and boys and made a crossover ship of them called Poly!Camping Boys, cuz both movies take place at Summer camp so why not?

thank youuuu *adds this to the unending list of films i gotta watch*

#friendo bex #bisexual-horror-fan #cylas replies #ask

[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.”

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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? 

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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.

#t1d #type 1 diabetes in Fandom #diabetes fic rec #diabetes fics #t1d fanfic rec list #diabetic dean winchester #diabetic sam winchester #diabetic spn #spn fic rec #supernatural fanfiction

[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

#god this is way too fun ahsjsshsjshs #asks

[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.

#AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT #Sam Wescott #BHF asks #Thanks for the ask Ace!

[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)

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober masterlist #slasher x reader

[lordes-scribing]

I'm Lorde and I like writing fic. I know reader fics tend to be the most popular but my roots are with original characters. That means you'll probably see a lot more of those but there will be some reader fics sprinkled in. I vary wildly in fandom but all my stories are intended for an adult audience and will contain mature themes. My ask box is always open for questions, OC interaction, ideas, and just general tomfoolery. Unfortunately, I do not take requests. I hope you enjoy what you see!

Fics with a strike through are planned but have yet to be posted. Clicking the series title link will take you to the masterlist of each individual series, including playlists and tag lists.

Every Inch ° Astarion x Lunara

She Is My Religion ° Harold Lauder x Lynette Morgan

Multiple OCs

You Fake Your Shyness ° Bo Sinclair x Reader x Sam Wescott

#astarion x lunara

[applesontheground]

🛶 swing shift 🎸

hi all, this is a little something special for the lovely @bisexual-horror-fan​. i asked bex what she wanted to see from me (along with a little surprise i wrote based on my own idea for her), and she was feeling her poly ship with Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson. i’m still getting a feel for Buddy, so let me know how i did!

NSFW | Word Count: 1,879 | Buddy Swanson x Female!Reader x Sam Wescott

contains: polyamory, hickeys, penetration, praise

Sometimes, it felt as though Buddy couldn’t get enough of you.

Even at his most vicious, sucking against the pulse felt in your thigh and making you wince and moan at the airtight kisses, he still felt like he needed to do more for you. Feel more of you, looking up with a glower you couldn’t tell was burning in anger or in lust.

Another restless noise came through his tight expression, something that vibrated in the spot where his chest was brushing by your knee, and when that didn't satisfy he just leaned back down to lick against the fresh marks.

That’s when you heard him say it amidst your own shaky voice.

“Forever still wouldn’t be enough, [Y/N]. God damn it-“ He whined while his lips trailed up, leaving more vicious kisses against your sides, and merely skimming over your neck and chest as they met yours again for another claim, “Can’t tell you…” He gasped as he jerked away from a quick peck, “How much…” A deeper kiss, he pulled away again and looked even more manic, “I need you.”

When he went in for the final one, his tongue pushed over yours and he didn’t pull back this time, the only sound left in him being another hum into your mouth.

He often used the bit of mid-afternoon that he had free before his swing shifts at the local restaurant to give you some attention. Whether it was catching a few episodes of a show the both of you were wrapped up in, draped over each other and mocking the voices of the characters whenever they said something neither of you could truly take seriously, or something more hands-on like where he had found you today in the shared bedroom, he always enjoyed getting to see you in a quick glimpse between your morning shifts and his evening ones.

Although, your guys’ third was often left out of these activities; he didn’t get home until closer to evening. Sam did not mind that he sometimes missed out, or at least positioned himself like he didn’t. Part of you couldn’t help but to remember him between the trance Buddy had pulled you in, feeling his hands graze your body in ginger drags of his nails and feel the lack of another set of hands.

He'd be home soon enough, you considered as you finally set your head against Buddy’s shoulder, letting him ease you down into his lap and for his cock to slide up into you. All thoughts of the outside world fell away with the hollowed groan you let out, and when you tipped your head back, that was when Buddy went for the spot underneath your ear with his tongue.

“There we go,” He growled, teeth bared in a pleasured grimace, “That’s what I need, [Y/N].”

The door opening took your eyes from where you had been reading on the kitchen counter, grinning as Sam poked his head in before speaking up. “Hey, you crazy kids. Didn’t miss me too much, right?”

Buddy glanced up, silent as he kept buttoning his work shirt but smirking in the form of a twinge on one side of his face. You hummed, “Tried not to, but…” He closed the door behind him, averting your gaze to try and hide the color on his face as you swooned, “Can’t help but watch the clock when I know you’re getting home soon.”

Buddy hummed thoughtfully at that, finding his way across the front room to get his keys. “Leaving so soon?” Sam said jokingly, but when the other man’s eyes shot over his shoulder and showed a glimpse of guilt, he could only purse his lips in return. A silent, I know you can’t stay, but I’ll still miss you. Buddy turned, retracing his path not to overlook him this time, a firm peck on the lips nearly making Sam rock on his heels as he swiveled back around and headed out.

“Don’t wait up for me.” He called before closing the door, and you replied, “Even if we wanted to, wouldn’t be able to stay up.” You grinned at the door once again shutting, and Sam commented, “You stay up for him all the time.”

“Yeah, but-“ You tried to hide a yawn, “I don’t think I’m gonna tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Had a long day?” Sam asked, shuffling closer to put his hand on your back, feel for a knot he could rub out. When he found none, you sighed, “Yeah, something like that.”

When you dated two people, refractory periods became shorter. Maybe it was habit, or maybe it was the fact you had so much love for both Sam and Buddy that you found yourself ready to go for one just as you would the other.

Sam’s fingers had wandered under your pajama bottoms’ waistband somewhere between the show you two had mindlessly been watching and the commercial break that was now well underway, zoned out as he had found your pussy and rubbed with a soft force that made you keen, only longing for more than what he offered. You hooked your thumbs into your waistband, dragging them down as you inched into Sam’s lap, shoulder blades settling against his chest and getting comfortable for him. It was the best encouragement you could manage, and he was sure to show his gratitude.

“Oh, that’s perfect.” Sam whispered in your ear, letting his hands carefully turn on the wrists so his fingertips were heading back towards the spot below your waistband, “You’re so warm, babe.” Grinning, you tilted your head up slightly to watch the full transition of his expression. It twitched in a waning anxiety as he peered over your shoulder, an expression of bliss that was becoming harder and harder to hold onto the further he let his touch grace against your body, feeling your curves and your heat was enough to snap him away from life for a little while.

His hands stuttered, running along the gentle indents that had been made into the skin of your inner thigh before being able to see them. Your breath practically perched in your throat, eyes trained to his face as the content smirk fell down along with his stare breaking from yours, looking to your lap. Just as soon as the bubble had formed, it was popped as he asked, “What, is that a- …Are those hickeys, [Y/N]?”

You were lost for words at first, but then quickly answered, “Well, yeah. Buddy and I-“

“You…?” There wasn’t quite betrayal loading in the question; it was a bubbling frustration because he knew the answer despite giving you a dumbfounded stare. His eyes almost cut into your mind and took the words before you could say them. He stuttered again, and you hummed, “Hey, Sammy. You know he doesn’t have a lot of time before work. It was the only time him and I could see each other, and you know I don’t like waiting up and being tired the next day.”

You then cocked your head so he couldn’t avert his eyes from yours. Trying not to smile, you pointed out, “Neither do you.”

He swallowed a thought sitting on his tongue, and you didn’t have to speak for you to practically feel the shift in the air. Without his usual gentle hesitation, Sam’s hand took hold of your thigh, pushing it back so you angled a little wider. Perfect leverage for his knee to drag up the sensitive skin, touch the hickies on its way to nudge your core. He only used the movement to then push you back against the couch, and you almost didn’t recognize him as he straddled you.

Just because that wasn’t the usual to see him on top didn’t mean that it wasn’t absolutely beautiful. He huffed, “I’m not asking you to stop, I’m just…” He trailed off as you keened to the way his voice grew ravenous, “I want my share, I-I think. Now.” He was fighting the nerve, the anxiety that came from asking for something like that. When he hesitated, bracing himself over you with his arms at either side and both of them shaking as he held his own weight for a pause, you responded with a weak whimper, “O-okay.”

Even his tremors seemed to stiffen up as you repeated, “Okay, I…I missed you, too. I want you to take it, Sam.” When he still froze, making another needy noise as he drove his leg against your clothed slit again, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Now.” You echoed him, and he responded by finally moving his leg and beginning to pull at the button on his jeans. He watched you start to take your panties off, seeing the remnants of where you were still leaking in the dim blue light of the television. It only made him feel the need to line up with you, hold his cock against your entrance for a moment and rut.

“Did h-he have you like this?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head at him. With that, he slipped inside in an almost clumsy tumble forward, watching you shake out from under your last ounce of composure you had left.

He groaned, “That’s good.”

You were still vaguely awake as the door cracked open, the deep sigh having enough of a hint to Buddy’s voice to tell you he was home.

“Well, you two look like you got in bed early.” He cast a careful glance at the other man, sliding under the covers and shuffling his body against your backside, whispering a brief “Hey, baby.” in your ear as you turned towards his touch, smiling lazily. Sam cracked one eye open and murmured, “Had some work to catch up on. Tuckered me out, so she just came with.”

Before Buddy could begin to prod as to what that was supposed to mean, you brushed your hair away from your neck in an innocent adjustment. Even in the dim light from the moon casting its light inside, his eyes fixed on the bite marks along your collarbone just from a glance.

He settled in with a smirk and hummed, “Sam.” You remained silent, hearing on the other side of you, “Hm?”

“Dude, don’t tell me you got a little-“

“What, jealous?” You saw the whites of Sam’s eyes in the dark, opening fully half from fear and half as a dare for him to keep going. Buddy immediately retorted, almost softer in tone as he settled his chin against your shoulder in a spoon from behind, “Hey, you’re the one who just said that. Not me.” Sam scoffed, but when Buddy reached past your hip to press the other man’s lingering hand into your side, he didn’t try to pull back.

You smirked to yourself, both of them on either side and holding you close, tugs of fabric keeping you cozy and one hand resting on the other, gently pressed to your sternum. They sometimes had these spots of jealousy, missed opportunities from a busy life leading into worry, pettiness – but this was when they showed that they loved each other just as fiercely as they loved you.

You felt it in the way they held you.

#poly!camping boys #poly!camping x reader #buddy swanson x reader x sam wescott #sam wescott x reader #buddy swanson x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #notsfw #✏️ #🛶 #🎸 #this isn't necessarily me being 100% back yet per se but. take this #and there will be my next birthday thing for bex coming shortly too <3 #hope you had a good day bex lov uuuu

[tinymonsterlover]

TML's Character List

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The List

Without further ado, here is my character list!

The Arcana

Nadia

Lucio

Julian

Portia

The Walking Dead

Negan

Rick Grimes

Merle Dixon

Daryl Dixon

Tyreese Williams

Morgan Jones

Sasha Williams

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Greene

Hershel Greene

Abraham Ford

Eugene Porter

Michonne

Andrea Harrison

Tara Chambler

Ezekiel

Beta

Dracula

Claes Bang version

Gary Oldman version

Bela Lugosi version

Castlevania

Alucard / Adrian Tepes

Sypha Belnades

Trevor Belmont

Lisa Tepes

Dracula Tepes

Isaac

Hector

Alien

Amanda Ripley

Ellen Ripley

Xenomorph

Neomorph (Adult)

Predator

Yautja

Stranger Things

Demogorgon

Jim Hopper

Kingsman

Agent Tequila

Agent Whiskey

Eggsy

Harry Hart

Venom

Eddie Brock

Venom

Marvel

Wade Wilson

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Kraglin Obfonteri

Yondu Udonta

Drax The Destroyer

Mantis

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Loki Laufeyson

Bruce Banner

Taneleer Tivan

En-Dwi Gast

Thor Odinson

Horror

Pyramid Head

Silent Hill Nurse

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers

Bubba / Jedediah Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

John Kramer

Amanda Young

Asa Emory

Rusty Nail

Pelle

Pinhead

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Baby Firefly

Norman Nordstrom / The Blind Man

Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

Pennywise (both versions)

Nosferatu

Frankenstein's Monster

Werewolves / Were-creatures

Shapeshifters (Will not write for s**nw**ke*s or w*nd**o out of respect to native american and indigenous peoples)

Shadow Creatures

Naga

Gorgons

Incubi / Succubi / Demons

Angels

Minotaur

Vampires

Hybrids

Driders

Dryads

Aliens

Mermaids / Octopoids

Underworld

Michael

Selene

Sonia

Lucian

Markus

Viktor

Resident Evil

Ada Wong

Project Alice

Bennett

Jill Valentine

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Mother Miranda

Nemesis

Lycans

Mr. X

Ash Vs. The Evil Dead

Kelly

Pablo

Ash

Ruby

Sons Of Anarchy

Clay

Gemma

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Juice

Happy

Half Sack

Bobby

Breaking Bad

Saul Goodman

Jesse Pinkman

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Polly Gray

Alfie Solomons

Red Dead Redemption

Dutch

Molly

Arthur

John

Hosea

Javier

Lenny

Micah

Charles

Karen

Dead By Daylight

Any Killer except for The Twins and The Artist

Cabin In The Woods

Marty

Most Monsters

You Might Be The Killer

Chuck

Sam Wescott

#about #long post